♡Sunflower♡

Summary: Eddie was your normal everyday twenty-one year old.He went to school, hung out with his friends, worried about his future, drank coffee like it was his life blood and went to his part-time job as a popular camboy.

When a certain viewer by the name of TrashRecords starts trying to gain his attention and contact him, Eddie isn’t sure what to do. He isn’t really looking for a relationship, besides he’s already in love with his best friend Richie Tozier.

Preview: Honestly, when his mom had cut him off for switching his major and he needed to find work, jerking off in front of thousands of people hadn’t really been high on his list of things to do. He had been thinking more like a cashier at the student bookstore or something, but when he’d seen an add online during one of his…personal times… he had been curious.It turned out kind of like a real job.

Not that it wasn’t a real job, but he had to apply and interview and even do a test broadcast…which had been weird as fuck.They said he had a nice body and people really went for that twink look, which fuck you man, Eddie wasn’t just some twink because he was smaller. They told him to pick his category and what he’d be willing to do, explaining how coins and payment worked, and soon he was signed up.

That’s how KissinKasper was born.

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Reddie + You help a lost child find their parent together.

“Hey kiddo, are you lost?” Eddie asked, bending down in front of the alarmed child. He had been walking home from work through his regular park when he’d noticed the kid sitting on a park bench, his knee bleeding as he sniffled loudly. Normally he would have just kept walking but something about the boy’s sad eyes made him stop. He couldn’t just leave a lost kid.

The boy nodded, his red curls bobbing as he did. “Do you want me to help you find your parents?” Another sad nod. “Okay.” Eddie looked around but didn’t see anyone. He sat next to the boy, keeping his voice as warm. “What’s your name?”

“I’m not ‘posed to tell stwangers.” The boy answered. He had a slight lisp, probably from his prominent front teeth.

Eddie smiled. “That’s good. You shouldn’t. I’m Eddie. You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to. Can you tell me where you saw your parents last?”

The boy pointed through the trees. “I’m with my dad. We were playing hide and th-eek.”

“Well you must be a really good hider.”

“I twipped.” The boy said, pointing to his knee and torn pants. “It hurts.”

Eddie nodded, pulling his backpack off. “Can I clean it for you? I think I have some band aids too-”

“Are they batman? Dad buys me batman ones,” The boy asked, big blue eyes watching Eddie.

Oh, how quickly the past is forgotten. 

They are part of the reason A03 is a thing now. Not the whole reason, but part of it. 

The Great Purges of 2002 and 2012 are when ff.net got a wild hair up their ass about THINK OF THE CHILDREN and nuked any fic posted on there that was explicit. Thousands upon thousands of nc-17 smutfics were lost.

Is there any way to spread this info? 

THE OTW WAS CREATED BY FANS SO WE’D HAVE AN ARCHIVE THAT WASN’T SUBJECT TO CORPORATE REVIEW. 

Nonprofit, so that nobody could ever say, “this isn’t making enough money; it’s getting shut down.” (See: Geocities, Quizilla, Figment, G+.) With lawyers involved and a firm awareness of the legalities of fanfic, so nobody would decide “we’ve gotten a nasty letter from a megacorporation with lawyers, so we’re hiding because we can’t afford to face a lawsuit. (Jedi Hurtaholics, Trevizo’s Millennium site.) With teams, so that an argument between co-mods didn’t result in the destruction of a whole archive. (Gryffindor Tower, Detention.)

AO3 IS OUR SITE.

It is by fans, for fans. Fans do all the coding. All the legal paperwork. All the abuse/tos violation complaints. Fans make all the choices about policies. Fans decide how to run the fundraisers. Fans write the blog posts. All the volunteer staff are fans; all the people who train them are fans. Fans wrangle all the tags. 

(And the other OTW projects, too. Fans manage the entries at Fanlore. Fans run the Open Doors project. Fans publish Transformative Works and Cultures.)

EVERYONE WORKING FOR THE OTW LOVES FANDOM. Wants it to survive. Wants it to be awesome for everyone.

(Knows that it can’t be awesome for everyone; some approaches to fandom just clash hard. But they strive to minimize those clashes as much as possible, because they love fandom.) 

AO3 is not some company that decided, “we’ll make a site for fanfic and then…” I don’t know what people are thinking is the reason. Money? Data harvesting? Tax shelter? Amusement and pity?

Nope; AO3 was fans saying, “Livejournal sucks; we’re tired of this fucked-up ‘rebuild every three years’ garbage; WE NEED TO OWN THE DAMN SERVERS.”

what do you mean this isn’t what happened

96: Please don’t be mad at me.

“Rich, what’s going on? Why am I blindfolded?” Eddie reached up yet again to tug the tie off from around his face, but yet again, Richie slapped his hand down. “C’mon, Richie, I wanna know!” He was sure he looked like a tantrum-throwing child, but he was impatient. Always had been. And his boyfriend putting a blindfold on him and driving around for twenty minutes had him on edge.

“You’ll find out soon, Eds, I promise.” He could hear the grin in Richie’s voice and it was infuriating.

“Just hurry up, okay?” he whined, reaching over and gripping his boyfriend’s bicep.

“Okay, okay! Although, if you keep touching me like that, I might have to pull over and give you a different surprise—ow!” Richie laughed as Eddie smacked his bicep. He was going to kill him…once he got this stupid blindfold off. The car finally stopped, and for long enough that Eddie knew it wasn’t a red light. He heard Richie turn the car off and then open his door. It seemed like an excruciatingly long amount of time before he finally came over and helped Eddie out of the car as well.

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Richie climbed into the driver’s seat and glanced over to Eddie as he started the car. “It’s okay to be nervous about this. You’re about to find out some pretty life changing things.” The engine roared to life, and for a moment Richie just sat there, hands gripping at the steering wheel. “Eddie… I want you to know that if you want to turn back at any point, we can. Just say the word and I’ll get you out of there and take you home.”

Eddie didn’t speak for a moment, staring at the closed door of the motel room they’d been staying in. “Do you mean that? If I… if I can’t do it or it’s too much…”

“I mean it Eds. I’ll take you wherever you want to go. All you have to do is ask.” Richie said, shooting him a smile and handing him the map before backing out of the parking space.

The car radio was still emitting a soft static when it turned on, but Eddie had refused to let him turn it off again. Any sound was better than the suffocating silence with a tense nervousness that could be cut with a knife. They were so close to their destination now, and Richie could practically feel the nerves rolling off Eddie like ocean waves. He reached over, taking Eddie’s hand and giving it a small comforting squeeze.

“It’s gonna be fine Eds. I’m here.”

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“Hey baby, I’m the welcome wagon and you look like you need a warm welcome.”

Eddie turned, taking in the man standing behind him. He was lanky, the standard white employee shorts hitting well above his knees and the white polo shirt tight on him. In addition to the all white outfit he wore a cocky grin and balanced a platter of shots in one hand. His hair was a tangle of curls that Eddie was sure only got wilder once they mixed with the ocean air.

“A warm welcome?” Eddie asked.

That seemed to be what the man wanted to hear. He pointed to a sign near the shots. ‘Warm Welcome- enjoy a tequila sunrise shot!’

“They’re our specialty.” The man added.

“Because people need to get drunk to dance to this awful music?”

He laughed, warm and full. Eddie liked it. “It’s not that bad is it?”

“I’ve heard Celine Dion three times. I know it’s a gay cruise but-” He put his hands up, a silent ‘come on, really?’.

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.

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It was like the universe had been testing him for some reason and Eddie wasn’t sure how much more of it he could take. After finally getting together with his long term crush and best friend, Richie Tozier, Eddie was finally looking forward to spending the entire summer with his friends, and spending time with Richie as boyfriends. They even had a plan set out between them all, as well as all the things they were going to do over the course of the summer.

Then his mother had to go and announce that he was to spend the whole 10 weeks of his summer vacation with his aunt in Michigan. There was no arguments, Eddie was going and that was final. There was a part of him that hoped it was just a weird coincidence, but Eddie knew deep down that his mother must have known about him and Richie, and this was her master plan at keeping them apart for the summer.

Of course, Richie was pissed, as were the rest of the losers. Eddie’s departure put a dent in their summer plans, but Eddie assured them that things will be easier now, as they had an even number. He said all this with a huge smile, even though he was dying inside. His summer plans were screwed and he’d have to spend ten weeks doing old people things that were extremely boring.

His suspicions were proven to be correct the second he touched down in Michigan. His aunt was there to collect him, the spitting image of his mother and ushered him to the car. On their way to her house, she explained the numerous rules in place for his visit. He wasn’t to watch television after nine, phone calls home were only to last fifteen minutes and he was to be in bed by ten.

The ten weeks dragged by, and Eddie found himself wanting to go back to school. At least then he would get to see his friends and spend time with his boyfriend. He divided up his call time between his mother and Richie as well as the occasional call to the losers, but his mother always sounded bitter when he didn’t call her every day.