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⋆｡ hello! my name is maxine! ｡⋆ i mostly write little oneshots about carl grimes, but i'm open to any requests, as long as i am familiar with the media. i love to write, draw, and i'm a dancer :] twd + twdg & zombie apocalypse enthusiast (i will ramble about the science behind zombisim to you.) ༄ HISPANIC ༄ MINOR ༄

masterlist ⭒✮⭒ boundaries + rules

yall im supposed to be sleeping right now because i go back to school tomorrow (i did an internship for my school its a long story but i didnt have to go to school all month ANYWAYS) but im working on chapter 5 for on the edge…. and usually when i write fics where im using a shit ton of lines from the show its basically just me retelling the story with an insert BUT i really like how im writing this hehehehehehehehehe im rubbing my hands together mischievously im so excited to post these

i need to stop teasing this and get this shit done alr good lord

(edit: the chapter is already 3.2k words. i am NOT finished yet either. but it is 12:48am i have to get up in 6 hours goodnight)

guys i have 8 chapters left to write of on the edge WHICH SOUNDS LIKE A LOT BUT A COUPLE OF THE CHAPTERS I ALREADY HAVE LIKE CHUNKS OF IT WRITTEN SOOO 💪💪 im hoping i can start posting it all sometime in february :3

also if the 3rd and 4th chapters r weak its bc theyre the first things im writing after coming back from my million lightyear hiatus ….

i also checked my inbox and i found a request that i think will be pretty easy for me to write so i might do that so i can finally post something 😭

haii againn :33

i decided im gonna be working on the chapters for on the edge instead of oneshots so i can ACTUALLY FINISH THE SERIES.

so heres a sneak peak for chapter 3 :D

im gonna also try to proof read everything bc i was reading back on my old fics and i was like damn this kid cant spell shit!

anyways ily all >3<

heyyy…… how yall doing…….

omg so im so sorry that i havent been posting…. i literally got kicked 5 times in the face with work the second school started and i have dance too so ive had like literally no free time AUGHHHHHH

but. my little brain has been coming up with some oneshots for carl again….. and im getting motivated to finally…. finish my series… ahhahahaha…..

ill try and post something soon i swear 😝

chat i wwnt outside my code and wrote a richie tozier x reader fic…….. whats happening to me…. 🐺🐺🐺

ANYWAYS U CAN READ IT HERE!!

its definitely not my best work but i needed something a little different before i continue writing my seriessssaUGUGUJGHHh but i hope u guys still enjoyy!!

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you were lucky to have a brother like eddie in a family such as the kaspbraks. 

the two of you were twins, and due to your mothers lack of hospital visits when she was pregnant, she thought she was just having one boy. you were… an unpleasant surprise, to say the least. 

as you grew up, you frequently wondered why your mother didn’t just put you up for adoption. it was a crazy thought, but it was true. it was obvious to everybody that eddie was her favorite, and you understood why. he was nice, clean, and he loved her.

you also were nice and loved her, but you believed it just wasn’t enough.

you started hanging out with your brother and his group of friends he called, ‘the losers club,’ not so long after bill’s brother georgie went missing. which also was not so long after your own… weird experience.

bill had told you the weird things he thought happened to his brother, and you didn’t think about how it correlated to you until the following day when you had a run-in with pennywise. 

you were lucky to have made out of that with just a gash on your knee, which your brother cleaned up for you after you excused it as ‘falling off your bike.’ 

it's been a little while since that incident, and much more crazy stuff has happened. everyone has had their own experience with pennywise at this point, and you all finally got your lead on where pennywise lived.

neibolt. 

nobody really wanted to go inside besides bill, so you guys got straws and whoever got the shortest one would have to go in. 

you, richie, and eddie were the unlucky ones. the only luck on your guy's side was bill being brave enough to willingly go inside.

“i can’t believe i pulled the short straw.” richie sighed, his voice lightly laced with fear. “you guys are lucky you’re not measuring dicks.”

you let out a light laugh, which made richie smile. the two of you had gotten close through your similar sense of humor, although you didn’t make most of the jokes. you were very quiet, and barely talked. you just laughed with him.

you followed richie as he walked over to a weird spider web that seemed to have something entangled in it. you watched his demeanor quickly shift as he unfolded the paper.

“what? what is it richie?” you moved over to his side to look at the paper.

“it- it says i’m missing.” his eyes went wide and his expression blank as he looked at the descriptions on the paper.

bill walked over in front of the two of you. “y-you’re not missing, richie.” 

richies chest began to rise up and down as he spoke again. “then why does it say it there?! that’s my shirt, that's my hair, that's my face!”

“richie calm down, it’s not real!” you put your hand on his shoulder, reaching for the paper.

“that’s my name, that’s my age, that’s the date!”

“calm down, this isn’t real.” bill tried intervening.

“what the fuck?!” richie continued to panic. you reached over and successfully took the paper away from him. “it says i’m missing, am i missing? am i gonna disappear?”

“richie.” you put your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to console him. “look at me. this isn’t real, he’s trying to mess with you. that’s his whole deal. it’s not real. you’re not going to go missing. not on my watch. or bills, or eddies.”

richie's face softened and he appeared to be more calm, just obviously shaken up. but that was quickly thrown away at the voice of a girl.

“hello?” the voice called. “hello..? help me, please!” 

“betty?” you questioned, looking up the stairs,

“ripsom?” richie continued.

you turned around, hearing a creepy, old voice saying your brother's name. you could see that he heard it, too.

“guys, do you hear that?” eddie asked, but richie and bill were too distracted by the girl at the stairs. you nodded at eddie and began following him towards the sound.

the two of you walked into the room, holding onto each other. ever since you two were little, you would hold onto each other whenever you guys were nervous.

you two looked around, when you suddenly heard a creek from behind you 

“guys?” eddie called out, looking and noticing the door shut.

“guys!” you yelled, running up to the door and attempting to open it. you could hear richie and bill on the other side of the door trying to open it, too.

“help!” you yelled, kicking the door.

you and eddie stepped back a bit, trying to find a way to get out. but when you turned around, you two spotted the floor breaking.

“time to take your pill, eddie.” you heard the creepy voice say behind the two of you. 

you both turned around to look, but as eddie made eye contact with the man, he fainted, falling down the hole and dragging you with.

you let out a yell, but you weren’t sure what exactly it was that you were yelling. 

you felt a crack beneath you as you and eddie fell onto a table. you were dizzy and your vision was almost completely blurry. the only thing you could feel was something warm dripping down from your forehead.

you groaned, attempting to move your hand up to your head. when you pulled it back, your hand was covered in your own blood. 

you could feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness.

“y/n?” eddie called, looking over at your bloody figure. “holy shit!”

you looked at his arm, completely snapped in half. “eddie…”

he looked uneasy. he never liked blood, or, well, anything gross. everyone knew that. 

you two looked forward, seeing a familiar glove on the fridge in front of you guys, opening the fridge door from the inside. 

“IT..” you weakly called out. 

he walked out of the fridge, untwisting his body around, staring at you guys. 

it didn’t even feel real. you felt like you were hallucinating from your blood loss. 

“time to float.”

there was a loud ringing in your ears as he approached.

he ran up to eddie, holding onto his face and mocking him. eddie was attempting to hit him, and you threw yourself forward and weakly punched IT in the cheek in an attempt to get him away from your brother. 

he moved his attention to you, grabbing your face in his hand. “tasty, tasty, beautiful fear.”

“you’re… not real.” you whispered, sounding delirious. 

IT’s mouth began opening and getting closer to yours. 

“no, no, no!” eddie yelled, frantically looking around for a way to help you. 

but pennywise came to a halt when he heard the creek of a door. 

“help!” eddie screamed, resulting in pennywise throwing his hand over his mouth.

you could feel your body starting to pass out, but you were fighting it. “..shit.”

richie and bill ran into the room.

“eddie, y/n?!” richie yelled, looking at you and eddie on the ground, one bleeding from the head and the others arm in half.

“this isn’t real enough for you, billy?” pennywise taunted bill, squeezing your face as he talked. “i’m not real enough for you?” 

bill stayed silent, spacing out in fear.

“holy shit.” richie blurted out.

“it was real enough for georgie.” 

as they were frozen in fear, pennywise leaped forward towards the two, but beverly quickly stabbed him in the eye, stopping him.

“richie..” you looked up at him, your blood dripping past your eye. 

“get y/n and eddie - get y/n and eddie.” richie frantically said.

you began slipping in and out of reality again. every time it felt like you just blinked, everybody would be in a different position in the room.

you saw ben get his stomach cut open by IT’s claws, but when you blinked again, everyone was surrounding you and eddie and IT seemed to have gone away. 

“they’re awake!” beverly called, her hand on your shoulder. 

you felt your wound, which was now bandaged in whatever cloth they could find. there was still dried blood on your face. 

you couldn’t find words to describe how you were feeling. you were in pain, and scared. you were speechless.

richie turned over and hugged you tightly. “oh, thank god.” his voice was shaken.

he turned back over to eddie, looking at his broken arm. “okay.. i’ll put the arm back in place.”

eddie begins shaking his head frantically. “do not fucking touch me!” 

richie begins counting down, setting his hands up on his arm.

“do not fucking touch me!” eddie repeats, but right as he says it, richie snaps the arm back in place. 

“holy shit..” you whispered, looking away quickly.

…

you guys pedaled back to bills house, you rode on the back of richies bike. shortly after, your mom met up in front. she was furious.

she grabbed eddie and put him in the front seat, slamming the door shut. “you, you did this.” she angrily said, pointing at everyone, including you. “you know how delicate he is.”

“what about me, mom?” you angrily muttered under your breath.

“what was that?” she stepped closer to you, looking down at you.

“what about me?” you repeated angrily. “mom, my head is split open, i- i barely know what is happening right now, and all you care about is eddie!”

“do not speak to me like that.” she firmly stands, putting her finger on your chest. “you think your brother deserved to get hurt?” 

“no! obviously not!” your voice began getting higher and higher. “it’s the way you’re acting like nothing happened to me, or anyone else here. we were attacked, it wasn’t anyone's fault. ben's stomach is cut open, too! it wasn’t just eddie!”

she shakes her head and grabs your arm, attempting to pull you into the car. you pull your arm away. “what are you doing?” 

“i’m not going home with you. obviously eddie needs all the attention he can get.” you crossed your arms and stepped back. “i’ll be home tomorrow.”

she scoffs and shrugs, stepping away into the car and driving off. 

that was the most you think you’ve ever spoken in your life.

you began taking deeper breaths, putting your hands over your face. you felt a hand placed on your shoulder, and when you looked up, it was richie.

he didn’t say anything, he just simply pulled you into a hug.

“i saw the well.” bill speaks up after a moment of silence. you break from your hug with richie to look at him. “w-w-we know where it is, and next time we’ll be more prepared.”

“no!” stanley yells. “no next time, bill! you’re insane!” 

“why? we all know nobody else is going to do anything.” beverly defends bill, making you scoff.

“are you serious?” you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

“eddie and y/n were nearly killed!” richie reminds the two angrily. he looks over at ben and points to him. “and look at this motherfucker! he’s leaking hamburger helper!” 

you looked up at richie with a solemn smile.

“we can’t pretend it’s gonna go away.” beverly continues, looking sort of frantic. “ben, you said it yourself, it comes back every 27 years.”

ben shakes his head, sort of distraught. “fine! i’ll be forty and far away from here. i thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too.”

“because i want to run towards something, not away.”

“i’m sorry, who invited molly ringwald into the group?” richie says, getting flipped off by beverly in the process.

“richie..” you attempt to calm him down, but he’s obviously shaken up.

“i’m just saying, let’s face facts.” he continues. “real world, georgie is dead. stop trying to get us killed, too.”

richie takes your hand and tries to pass by bill, but bill quickly stops him. “georgie’s not dead.”

richie takes a deep breath before continuing. “you couldn’t save him, but you can still save yourself.” 

he attempts to walk by with you again, but bill stands in the way. “no, t-t-take it back! you’re scared, we all are, but take it back!” 

bill shoves richie on his last ‘take it back,’ making you stumble over yourself a bit. richie shoves bill back, resulting in bill punching richie in the face, almost knocking his glasses off.

“bill, what the fuck?!” you yelled, running over to pick richie up with stanley and mike.

“you’re just a bunch of losers!” richie yells as you guys hold him back from bill. “fuck off!”

“richie, stop!” stanley says, trying to keep him back.

“you’re just a bunch of losers, and you’ll get yourselves killed trying to catch a fucking stupid clown!” richie yells before beverly pushes herself in between bill and him.

richie pushed you, mike, and stanley off of him. 

“stop!” she looks back at richie then bill as she speaks. “this is what IT wants. IT wants to divide us! we were all together when we hurt IT, that’s why we're still alive!” 

“yeah?” richie speaks up again, grabbing your arm. “well, i plan to keep it that way.” he shoulder-checks bill as he makes it back to his bike. 

you look over at bill, as if there was something to say in a situation like this. but really, there wasn't. you just exchanged disappointed looks at one another before you sat on the back of richies bike and rode away.

…

you were now at richies house. he brought over a couple gauze pads and bandages, a damp cloth, and some antibiotic ointments he found.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down next to you on his bed. 

you silently shrugged. so much had just happened, you couldn’t even think about how you actually felt. 

he nodded understandingly, setting his numerous medical supplies next to him. “can i help you clean your cut?” 

you nodded, turning your body over to face him. richie seemed to be pretty nervous, you noticed from his hands shaking as he reached over to take your original ‘bandage’ off. after he took it off, he grimaced and pressed his lips together. “holy shit. are you sure you’re okay?”

you reached your hand up to your head and felt the gash. you couldn’t tell exactly, but it felt to be pretty large. “um.. yes?” a laugh ended up escaping you, a nervous one, but a laugh nonetheless. “i mean, it hurts really bad, but not as bad as it did earlier.”

richie smiles anxiously as he reaches over to grab the damp washcloth. “alright, if you say so. let me know if this hurts.”

he puts his hand up to your cheek and begins taking care of your wound, softly cleaning off the blood around the gash. despite the intense sting, you tightly close your eyes and bite your cheek. 

after a while, he finishes cleaning and bandaging your wound, but his hand still awkwardly lays on the side of your face. richie looks at your freshly bandaged head, then your eyes. but the second you made eye contact, he cleared his throat and turned his body away. 

you and richie always had an awkward tension ever since you met him. even eddie had pointed it out a couple times to you. 

you laid down next to him, resting your head right next to his legs and looking up at him. he looked down at you awkwardly for a moment before laughing. “whats up?”

“you’ve got something on your glasses.” you said, fully serious. 

he raised his eyebrow, a look of genuine confusion laying on his face. “what? where?”

“right…” you smiled before reaching up and knocking his glasses off of his face, “..there.”

richies eyes shut as his glasses fall to his lap, but he laughs at your action anyways. “hah.. okay. rude.” 

as he reaches to put his glasses back on, you notice a bruise forming on his cheek. the same cheek that bill had punched earlier. “hey, wait.” you grab his glasses as you sit back up, getting a better look at the bruise. “you should really put some ice on that..”

“huh? what’re you talking about?” 

“your cheek, richie. its bruising.” you gesture to his face.

he moves his hand up to the cheek, wincing a bit at the pressure. “oh, right.” his tone and body language changed to appear more angry as he thought back at what had happened just a few hours ago. “so fucking stupid.” he muttered under his breath.

“come on.” you grab one of his hands, putting his glasses back on with the other. “let’s just go get something to help.” you step off of the bed.

he looks down at your hands together nervously before following you off of the bed with a nod. “..alright.” 

“..do you wanna go to the arcade afterwards?” you said with a smile in an attempt to brighten his mood. 

he looks up at you with a smile. he looks at a loss for words and simply nods in response. 

so, the two of you grab an icepack- well, a frozen bag of peas - and begin heading over to the arcade together. 

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hello chat.

would you guys be mad if i posted fics other than twd…. the only thing i really have in mind right now is an it (2017) fic with richie tozier x gn!reader

ILL STILL POST TWD OFC. ALWAYS. IM STILL WORKIN ON THE SERIES

i just had like one idea for it and i rlly wanna do it :3 and i also wanna be more diverse w my fics because i think thats why i get burnt out so easily :p