#i also love the during the twenty seven years fics where richie and eddie meet in college. im writing like a million of those bc thats SUCH

[beaglesfoundindumpsters]

i love those fics where richie really leans into his sexuality in college because he goes to college in a big city or smth. like i eat that up EVERY time. and i love writing him super fruity too because thats the way hes intended to be!! he serves cunt and we all know it.

[thelazyeye]

so not to be gay or anythin but i think ur my favorite reddie author. im keepin up with angels in outfields and nothing worth having n i cant remember the last time ive looked forward to fic updates this much. i love the way u write both of them, n like. i get embarrassed RLY easily. haaaate reading smut because of it. but yours is so well written n never seems outta place basically the point of this ask was to say hey, thanks for writing rly fuckin good content and also do u have any recs? /v\

Yes to be gay but I think I love you

Thank you SO much this is such a sweet ask??? Like, so fucking sweet. I’m blushing. I’m honored. I’m thrilled. Also, I have TONS of recs. Some of them are the really big hitters that may have slipped through the cracks when the fandom resurged. Those I’m putting at the very bottom of this list. There is plenty of NSFW stuff and some MCD stuff so please read all the tags and warnings before you read the fics if you’re sensitive!

Scorpion Grasses by PimpedOutGreenEars

“Tell everyone… Tell everyone I’ll miss them. And Eds, tell him… Just promise to call him Eds for me every once in a while. So he won’t forget me.”

On his last night in Derry Richie shares a bottle of red wine with Beverly. He makes promises to send letters he knows he won’t remember to write, cries a lot, and then ends it with the boy he loves who’s just dumb enough to love him back.

Dig Your Grave by queenjameskirk / @cryingbilldenbrough

The memories don’t go all at once, but they are gone eventually.

Richie forgets.

That’s Where You’ll Find Me series by piginawig / @bookeddie

27 years later, Eddie survives the battle in the sewers. Richie is there on his road to recovery.

Fast Car (Had A Feeling I Belonged) by marsisaplanet / @marsisaplanetyall

Eddie wants to get out of Derry, so does Richie. Together, they make their escape.

Don’t Meet Your Heroes by LadyBoBo / @bisexualgoblin 

Eddie falls in love with Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier when he is twenty-three years old. Of course, at this point, he hasn’t actually met him.

Eurydice; The Original Comeback Kid by Vulcanodon

Richie makes a deal with the devil and Derry pays the price. The Losers reunite to deal with the consequences.

“Behind him, almost imperceptible, he hears the footsteps. Richie’s heart jumps in his chest and he lets out a rush of air but before he can turn Pennywise is in his ear saying, REMEMBER RICHIE: DON’T LOOK BACK.

“Okay, okay.” Richie says, every muscle in his body aching to turn around. “Old school, I can dig it.”

Die Tomorrow, Do It Today by hikash0 / (In progress also it’s poly losers club)

In the winter of 1992 something goes very wrong with Derry’s water system. Infection and disease take root while ghosts from the past rise up to greet the living.

The Losers Club rely on each other to survive a zombie outbreak. Maybe it’s time to confess a few things.

Into The Dark by nb_richie (shipit)

Richie and Stan have seen and dealt with a lot of cases in the years they’ve been working together, from cults to cartels. A case in Derry, Maine, proves to be one of the most horrific for them and for the two local officers they’ll be working with. And on top of it all, Richie keeps remembering things he’d rather forget.

Even When I Lose, I’m Winning by Enj0ltaiRe / @tozierboy

“A comedian?” Eddie asked, downright horrified, as he looked up at Beverly Marsh, stopping his cup of coffee before it touched his lips. “No. Absolutely not. I’d rather stay single for the rest of my life than date a comedian.” He said, spitting the world out as if it had a bitter taste in his mouth.

Anything, Everything by deathstranded

They’re cuddled up together on the sofa one night, Eddie’s head resting on his collarbone, watching some trashy action flick, when Eddie, out of nowhere, says, “Um, is it normal, do you think, to like it when it hurts during sex?”

Eddie has a pain kink. Richie isn’t so sure.

Meet Me In The Graveyard by Oldguybones / @oldguybones (In Progress) 

After almost five years apart, the Losers club reunites to spend the weekend together at Mike’s lakeside cabin. Armed with booze and total solitude, the gang plans to make up for lost time and catch up with those who were once the most important people of their youths. Tensions fly as lost love is rekindled and friendships are divided. But they soon begin to realize that they are not alone. Someone or something is out for blood and will not rest until they get it. What will the Losers do?

Versions of the Same Mask by tinyarmedtrex / @tinyarmedtrex

When world famous actor Ben Hanscom goes missing his wife calls in two very different people to find him. Richie Tozier, a well known bounty hunter who ignores any rules except his own and Eddie Kaspbrak, an exemplary detective who prefers to work alone.

Blackbird by michelllejones / @michelllejones

“Ho-ly fuck,” Richie whispers, and Eddie has never been so fucking scared. Not when he saw the leper, not when he confronted his mother about his pills, not when they fought It in the sewers. Never. Eddie screws his eyes shut and clutches at the material of his jeans.

Please be too high to notice, please be too high to notice, please be too high to notice

“Eddie?”

5555 by weepies / @finnwolfhard

“I am not harmless,” Eddie had said, his eyes thundering—a challenge. “I could ruin your life.”

“I dare you,” Richie had replied, a smug smile on his face.

I Might Be Dreaming, I Might Be Dead by andthewasp / @andthwasp

Insomniac brain surgeon Eddie Kaspbrak lives in a world where people share dreams with their soulmate.

Tear It WIth Your Teeth by belby 

"We could leave this place, Eddie,” Richie says. “God, imagine that? Not having to live in this trash dump anymore. We could go wherever we wanted. A different place every night.”

The Love of the Loser’s Club series by tozier / @rebeccabunch

Loving so much it hurts is a rewarding and dreadfully terrible thing. Seven people who all grew up in the wrong place at the wrong time know this all too well, but wouldn’t give their love up for the world despite it. That might just be the only thing any of them have in common. They hope it’s enough.

[starboystan]

friends

posting my fic, it might suck but pls be nice I’m nervous

summary: Stan has a secret, he wants to tell his best friend Richie...

words: 3308

here goes nothing

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It was raining outside the Tuesday Stanley Uris decided it was time to tell his best friend his biggest secret. Seems pretty fitting actually, come to think of it. The rain flowed from the rooftops into the streets of Derry, just like they had 9 years before, on the day Stan Uris first met Richie Tozier.

Before school on the first day of second grade the rain began to fall and didn’t stop until four that same afternoon. A boy was sat at the kitchen table with his mother and father, his feet swinging gently as they were too short to reach the floor. His small tight curls peeked out under the hood of his raincoat as he walked from the front door to the car. It was becoming a Uris family tradition that both Donald and Andrea drove him to school on his first day after summer vacation. It was rare for it to be raining this early into Fall, but little Stan Uris had no complaints. He always quite liked the rain. The gentle patter of rain against his window was something that never failed to comfort Stan on a restless night. Stan got out of the car at school and thanked his parents for the ride. He was extremely formal for a seven year old, a well-mannered and well-behaved young boy. He tucked his satchel under his arm to protect it from the drizzle and headed into the school building. It was very easy for him to find his way to his assigned classroom. He was among the first to arrive, naturally, so he took out his pencils and notepad and sat patiently as his classmates poured in to the classroom.

Six minutes and twenty-seven seconds into homeroom, a dripping wet boy stumbled into the room, tripping over his own feet and apologising profusely. His dark black locks clung to his forehead, a thick pair of glasses hiding the majority of the features of his face. He was directed to the empty desk on Stan’s left. Stan did his best to not be distracted by the boy who continued to fidget and make small noises, obviously trying to get Stan’s attention. The teacher instructed the class to write down a sentence about themselves, Stan was quick to pick up one of his five perfectly sharpened, same sized pencils and jotted down and introductory sentence. The boy beside him sighed with a clear sign of frustration. From the second he walked into the room, Stan could tell that this messy looking boy was unorganised. After a three-minute long struggle, the boy began to ask around frantically for a pencil. No one even considered it, no one but Stanley. It was unusual for him, to say the least. He’d always kept to himself at school, never finding it particularly necessary to collect a variety of friends along the way. But something deep inside pushed him to hold out the third of his five pencils towards the boy sitting next to him “You can borrow mine” he said, the corners of his mouth creeping into a small but welcoming smile. The boy stared back, almost dumbfounded over the fact that someone was helping him. He mumbled out a “thank you” and scrawled down a sentence that was hardly legible to Stan. “Richie, my name’s Richie” the boy says as he hands back the pencil. Stan nodded and said...

“Hi Richie, can we talk?” The house phone was cold against his face. Sixteen years old now, Stan was still fairly quiet to strangers. A whole different story to his friends. Stan was smart and sensible but always had a way of being able to make his friends cry with laughter over a witty comeback or silly joke. “Stanley do you realise that it’s eight in the morning on a Saturday. What’s more important than my beauty sleep?” Richie groaned, his voice giving away that he’d just woken up. “Gonna take a lot more than a few hours to fix you up Richard” Stan rolled his eyes “Can you just come over? This is serious” he said, a little urgently. “Staaaann” Richie sighed “It’s raining, can’t we speak over the phone?” Richie sat up in bed, not yet making any moves to get out of it. “No. You know what? Forget it, I don’t need to talk anymore. It’s nothing” Stan was in a way relieved to say that, his mind racing to figure out a way to expose the secret he’d been keeping for two painfully long years. Richie recognised the tone of Stan’s voice and knew it was urgent “I’m coming”. Before Stan had the chance to protest, the line went dead. Richie made his way down Jackson Street…

towards Stanley’s house, where he spent every minute he could, out playing ball in the yard or trying (and failing) to sit still while Stan looked for new birds to make notes about in one of his special books. The years flashed by fast and the two of them began to expand their friendship. At first just onto two others, and eventually they had a group of seven in total - The Loser’s Club.

The Summer of 91 brought the first signs of hope since the trauma of the summer two years prior. As spring rolled into summer, the sun came back with a familiar face. Beverly Marsh, who had left seven hundred and twenty four days before, was back in Derry. With the group back to it’s full size of seven, the Losers fell back in love with their idle town. But that wasn’t the only instance of love that sparked over the summer. Losing Bev had been hard on everyone, but it didn’t hit anyone as hard as it hit Ben. He realised that he was deeply in love with the fiery haired girl, and he needed to let her know. That brought the beginnings of one of many relationships within the Losers Club.

It was a warm summer night when fourteen year old Stanley Uris came to a realisation. A game of Truth or Dare was spun on its head when Stan pushed himself out of his comfort zone and chose “Dare” for the first time. Six heads snapped up to look at him in shock. He regretted it immediately to say the least. “You have to kiss….” Bev said with grin that was verging on sadistic. Stan clenched his jaw, he’d never been secure within the norm of being straight, and he’d also never kissed anyone. “All of us” Richie chimed in, laughing at the expression on Stan’s face. All Eddie’s talk of germs was racing through his head as he moved around the circle. It wasn’t until he was face to face with Mike Hanlon that Stan became very nervous, fiddling with his sleeves and tapping his toes inside his shoes. It was a fast kiss, barley over a second, but it was enough for Stan to know. He wished he didn’t know. The excitement of his friends quickly died down when Stan left in a hurry, turning back for half a moment to look at Mike before he ducked out of the door and began the walk back to his house. How could he feel like that? Why a boy? What made it so different with him? The thoughts raced around his head the whole way home, and followed him well into the night, keeping him up all night long. He couldn’t understand anything, so he said…

“Nothing, Richard I told you it was nothing” he muttered to the soaked boy who was standing in his doorway in his pyjama bottoms and some ‘edgy’ band t-shirt “Why the hell didn’t you bring a jacket?”. Richie just shrugged and shook his head like a wet dog getting the water off of him “This sounded more important that a jacket Staniel. Can you at least let me in?” he pleaded with his eyes. A sigh left Stan as he held the door open for his best friend “Please just don’t step on the carpet. Dad’ll kill me if it gets wet.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep off it. Have a towel or something? It’s fucking freezing” Richie groaned and sat at the kitchen table, causing Stan to visibly cringe. Stan headed to the closet to get a towel for him and returned still frowning at Richie. He had no reason to be annoyed at him, the stress of the situation was getting to him and making him snappy and very irritable. He tossed the towel to Richie and sat down opposite, unsure of where to start. Richie noticed and did it for him “You’re being very…”

“Quiet, even for you. You can talk to me you know, Stan” Richie sounded almost scared. After that night playing truth or dare, Stan went through a lot inside his own head. He was just fifteen, now more closed off than ever before, when he tried to tell Richie the first time. It didn’t go to plan to say the least. The day ended with Stan meeting his lunch again and running home crying. The problem was he couldn’t admit it to himself. No matter what he tried to tell himself, Stan just couldn’t get it out in a way that he could accept. Instead he settled for the idea that he’d never tell anyone and stay miserable forever. But this wasn’t up to him apparently. The Losers we're growing older and to Stans surprise, people seemed to want them around. The parties became more frequent,and hiding became harder. He never drank, didn’t trust himself enough to keep quiet.

The weekend before he invited Richie to his house during the biggest rainstorm in Derry for a long time, The Losers went along to some party at some house out on the outskirts of their small town. “Casey Something-or-Other” Richie had said as Stan drove the Losers up past the Standpipe towards the small suburbs on the edge of town.

The night went as they usually did, Stan slipped off from his friends once they were all busy dancing or talking. He sat himself in an upstairs bedroom until a couple decided they’d prefer to be in there. He wandered down and sat in his car, not noticing the other boy sitting in the back. He turned on the radio and tucked his legs up underneath him, just sitting watching the party go on inside the house and humming along to whatever song that was playing. The sharp clearing of another’s throat nearly stopped Stan’s heart, meaning that the small noise from the boy in the back was met with a yell. The curls on his head bounced as he spun around in his seat to look for the source of the noise. Fear became confusion when his green eyes met the deep, warm brown of Mike Hanlon’s. “Oh, uhhh, sorry Stan, didn’t mean to scare you like that” Mike spoke very quietly, looking everywhere but Stan’s eyes. Something was clearly wrong but Stan didn’t feel right just asking what was up, not after avoiding one-on-one interactions with Mike for almost a year now. “What are you doing in here?” Stan asks nervously, nervous of what he might say and what he might do. “I could asked you the same question” Mike replied quickly, almost defensive. “This happens to be my car, I was just-“ he took a breath and stopped himself from finishing the sentence. How could he tell Mike that he’d been avoiding him without sounding rude. “Just what? Why’d you always disappear at parties Stan? Do you… do you have like a secret girlfriend or something?” Mike speaks slowly and calmly, which makes Stan jealous because he can’t seem to find a way to calm down, his heart is beating wildly and he can’t seem to keep still. “What? No I don’t have a secret girlfriend. I don’t have a girlfriend full stop. I don’t disappear, always stick with you guys. Why’d you want to know anyway?” Stan spoke in a slur, stumbling on his words “Have you been drinking?” Mike frowned, not expecting this from Stan at all.

Stan turned around and flipped the radio off in a swift movement as he shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows, Mike simultaneously shuffled forward in his seat without Stan noticing. “I want to know because you’re my friend Stan, I worry about you. You’ve been pretty distant recently, we’ve all noticed it. I’m in here because I saw you sit in the car the whole time last weekend. I guessed you’d do it at this one too so I wanted to keep you company” Mike said softly, putting his hand on Stan’s upper arm. Stan kept his eyes on the spot where Mike’s hand was touching him, his skin seemed to set on fire under where Mike touched him. “I….I’m fine, you shouldn’t worry about me. I’m okay. You can go in and have fun in there if you want” he doesn’t look up from the connection between them on his arm, a thousand thoughts swam around his head; why hasn’t Mike moved his hand yet? Was he feeling it too? Why does he care so much? These thoughts were interrupted when Mike asked a very quiet question “Can I ask you something?” Stan flashed his eyes up to Mike’s face for a split second “Sure?” Mike took a deep breath like the question held great importance to him “Do you not want to be my friend?” he chewed on the inside of his cheek as he waited for an answer. Stan was taken by surprise, he understood though, of course Mike would think that with the way Stan had been acting around him “Yes, I mean No, I mean….. Mike I want to be your friend. I really do…” a tear fell down his cheek and he was glad he wasn’t facing Mike, but Mike could see, he got ever further forward in the back seat, now very close to Stan “...there’s just so much going on in my head and I can hardly even think straight right now. Nothing makes sense, hasn’t for a long time since I realised I’m… I.. I don’t know, I want to be friends, I really do, I like you, I like you a lot, maybe more than I should and I’m sorry, I’m sorry Mike I’ve not been fair to you but the truth is I-“ he didn’t finish his sentence because a finger hooked under his chin and pulled it to face the boy sitting in the back, who drew Stan into a gentle kiss. The curly haired boy went along with the kiss for a moment before his brain caught up with what was happening. He shot back and spun his body completely to face Mike “What did you do that for!?” his voice was quiet and he was still crying slightly. Mike wiped Stan’s cheeks with his thumbs “I like you Stan. And not the way you’re supposed to like a friend. Like like. And I don’t understand either” The words made Stan feel fuzzy inside, almost like he wasn’t real and all of this was happening in some crazy dream that he’d wake up from any second - except he didn’t wake up. Instead, he leaned forward and wrapped his arm around Mike’s shoulders, hugging him tightly despite the uncomfortable angle due to the car seat. “Come sit here please?” Mike asked, with an unfamiliar look in his eyes. He was unsure, Stan had never seen Mike look unsure before, at least not like this. Stan complied and sat beside one of his six best friends in the back of his mom’s car, not moving or speaking until he felt a strong arm creep around his shoulder and pull him closer. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Stan took a breath and relaxed. He didn’t know what would come of this moment, whether this would seal the deal and give him all he’d wanted deep down or do the opposite, draw the two boys even further away. What he did know was that it felt right. How could something wrong - wrong by the standards of his parents, of his religion, of everyone at school - feel so right?

The two of them just sat there, in the back of Stan’s mother’s car, Stan sometimes crying, sometimes leaning into the taller boy’s chest, until the party was over.

There was no going back from there. He knew for sure and that meant he had to tell Richie, there was no getting around it. That’s why he invited him round on the Tuesday morning following the weekend of Casey Davidson’s. “I have something to tell you. And you have to promise you won’t laugh or get weird or make some stupid joke about it” a monotonous voice comes from the light haired boy facing Richie on the table. Richie raised his hands in surrender and shakes his head “When do I ever make stupid jokes?” he says with a grin. “Richie, please? Cross your heart” Stan narrowed his eyes, his leg shaking slightly under the table. Suddenly Richie became serious, as if the importance of the crossed heart was something as solid as a contract to him. In fact, between Stan and Richie, a crossed heart was one of the realest deals that could ever be made “Cross my heart” he said while forming an X over his chest with an index finger.

Stan’s lungs filled up with air and he slowly let it all out “It’s something I think I’ve known for a while, only I’ve not been able to come to terms with it… until now I guess” he took another breath and looked at the table, foucsing on the tiny detail of the wood grain that he had studied so many times before “I found someone that I like… That I like in a different way from the way I like you or Bev or Eddie. That maybe I even love” Richie smiled and leant forward to pat him on the shoulder “That’s great Stanthony! When do we-“ he was cut off abruptly “Please. Let me finish… I- I like boys. No, a boy. Richie, I’m gay” his eyes crept back up to meet Richie’s slowly, like he was scared of the reaction he might get.

“Stan…” Richie took one of Stan’s hands and nodded at him “It’s okay, it doesn’t change anything, you know that right? You’re still my best friend. Nothing can change that” he sounded calm, almost like he was doing one of his voices, except this one wasn’t to make Stan laugh or annoy him, it was to make him feel safe. Stan searched Richie’s eyes for any sign of falseness or satire but found nothing but warmth, with a small squeeze of his best friend’s hands and a tear rolling down his cheek he opened his mouth to speak again “I love you, you’re the brother my parents could never be bothered to have” With that he stood up and pulled Richie into a hug, not even caring that he was still damp. Richie patted him on the back “I love you too, man. Always been there to look out for me, gotta do my best to do the same for you…” a smirk formed on his lips when he released Stan from the hug “Who’s the lucky fella then? Do I know him?” he gave Stan a playful shove and waggled his eyebrows. Stan snapped back to his normal self and rolled his eyes, although he was still smiling. A huge weight was off his shoulders, and even know Richie was just one of the many people he still had to tell, it was a good place to start.

[notagoodplace4gods]

Reddie (Richie/Eddie) fic rec

there is a crack right through my heart by sweetkisses

Everyone has a soulmate necklace with a charm that depicts your soulmates mood and whenever you're close to them the necklace will warm up and whenever you're away from them it will cool down.

Unfortunately, before Eddie moves to Derry his mother tries to break his necklace and he losses the temperature feature so he'll never know if his soulmate is close or not. It rips him up inside as he makes six new friends, one of which is named Richie who Eddie crushes on.

reddie for anything soulmate AU by  Drindalis

In a world where your soulmate's last words to you appear on your skin on your thirteenth birthday, Eddie is quietly panicking over his, which reads, "Don't talk, don't talk, you're gonna be fine." Not exactly the last words he was hoping for.

Richie teases him about being so worked up over it, and Eddie puts it out of his mind. At least until Richie's thirteenth birthday when he comes to school with a pale face and his arm tightly covered in bandages, not meeting anyone's eyes and avoiding the asthmatic boy like the plague.

Eddie decides to get to the bottom of it.

if you be my star, i'll be your sky; you can hide underneath me and come out at night by filaceous

Usually, Richie didn’t let these things get to him. Usually, Richie found new ways to bottle up his emotions and seclude himself from others. Usually, it never got this bad.

Now was not one of those times.

reddie fics by StarshipDancer

collection, with 5 amazing fics

lips like sugar by dvasing

Richie Tozier has kissed all of the losers club members at least once.

they would just be jealous of us by drippingcandle

"ha, frenching in french class."

"neither of us take french, and wait- were you smoking in here?"

or richie and eddie are secretly dating, richie smokes two packs a day.

young, dumb and full of existencial dread by Shrugdealer

Richie's parents are assholes, Richie and Eddie are in love, and Eddie gets to save the day for once.

What's the 'V' Stand for by InsominiacArrest

"What's the 'V' stand for?" Richie asks absently.

"What do you think it stands for?" He snaps back, "I know you’ve been called this enough to addle your brain, but loser isn’t actually a compliment.”

"Aw, I see," he traces the red v with his finger, "Lover. Red V. I see what you were getting at-"

"No you don't."

"Too bad I've been getting your mom's red V-" Richie yelps as Eddie steps on his toe.

but you don't even like me by abbeyway

Just a short fluff-piece set after the final scene of the movie. These two, y'all.

Find Your Fire by endversed

Richie Tozier meets a cute firecracker of a guy when he accidentally sets off the fire alarm in his apartment.

It's just too bad that said guy has got a boyfriend - doesn't he?

Clue(less) by endversed

Every person on this sorry planet wakes up on their seventeenth birthday with a soulmate mark somewhere on their body – but it’s not always easy to figure out. It’s not their name, or their first words to you, or even some kind of matching shape. It’s not anything clearly indicative; nothing concrete (at first).

No, all this mark gives you is a clue.

Stay A Little Longer by newtntommy

Richie and Eddie through the years. Eddie's clothes go lighter, while Richie's clothes go darker. That aspect actually brings them closer, and they realize feelings for each other.

A Playlist of Richie Tozier Appearances by Donvex

Eddie is, by all means, a popular vlogger. He’s worked hard to get himself where he is, and the fans love him for that, appreciate him for that.

But they’re also somewhat obsessed with Richie Tozier, and trying to decide if Eddie is, in fact, dating him.

So sue them.

goodbye's too strong, too strong a word by housereed

Richie moves across the country for college but he kisses Eddie right before he leaves and they don't know how to talk about their feelings

Skin and earth by inoubliable

A love song to both the Losers' Club and Lights' Skin & Earth album.

look after you by HEARTBROKEN

Richie Tozier cares about Eddie Kaspbrak more than he cares about himself. Eddie can't handle his own feelings. Richie has shitty parents.

Its Strange by theinksplotch

"Any of you assholes interested in going on vacation with me?"

Richie gets stuck visiting his Aunt and her kids in Hawkins, Indiana. Hopefully, one or two Losers will go along to keep him company.

Seven Stages by CieraDarlene

Grief, although taking many forms, usually presents itself in the same general way. In seven stages.

1. Shock & Denial 2. Pain & Guilt 3. Anger 4. Depression 5. The Upward Turn 6. Reconstruction 7. Hope & Acceptance

Sweet Dreams by dvasing

Richie Tozier doesn't have an easy home life. The losers find out through the years just how hard it can get.

Even the Mighty Fall by NatLannister

Basically instead of Bill getting grabbed by Pennywise during the final fight Richie does. Which means Eddie gets to say the big speech.

aka Richie's insecurities get the best of him

Beep Beep Richie by ToshiChan

It was so sudden.

Incredibly sudden in fact. In came out of nowhere.

Richie Tozier was the last person they expected to be having a panic attack and yet...here they were.

Remember (It Kills Me To See You Without Me) by Kandakicksass

Richie Tozier falls in love with Eddie Kaspbrak, forgets him, and finds him again, over the course of twenty-seven years.

Hidden Truths by LosersClub1989

Richie Tozier did not like alcohol. How could he? So much pain and unhappiness in his life could be traced back to it. He had seen the highs and lows it brought, the effects of it the next day. He had helped his drunk mother to bed and thrown out empty bottles more times than he could count. He bitterly wished alcohol had never fucking been invented. That didn’t mean he never drank it.

A Kitten Almost Killed Richie Tozier by TheWeirdOneL

Richie Tozier almost gets killed by a kitten, the Loser's club cries, and Eddie Kaspbrak realises just how much he loves his stupid trashmouth bestfriend.

When the Night was Full of Terrors by reddie-in-the-stars (miss_melilot)

It was just a normal drive home from school in Richie's truck. But then one out-of-control semi changed it all.

Eddie doesn't know what to do.

Richie Tozier Needs Love And Protection by bi_loser99

Richie Tozier is a wildcard. ALways has and always will be. Now the Losers have to help him after his big mouth gets him in to trouble. Thanksfully, Eddie is there.

so lovable but just troubled by richietosier (forestjoshua)

Richie thinks about it, how all the other Losers had someone. Beverly’s dad had been all messed up, but now she had her aunt who truly cared about her. Eddie’s mom loved him in her own weird way. Stan’s dad may be strict, but he was loving, and his mom adored the boy. Bill’s parents had been distant since Georgie’s death, but they’d probably care if their other son went missing. Ben had a loving mother. Mike had his grandfather.

"No one loves me,” Richie whispers.

This Thing We Have by Astrum_Ululatum

“It got Richie,” Eddie blurts out. He doesn’t know what else to say, doesn’t know if there even is anything else to say. He knows Bill and Richie argued after the Neibolt house, about hunting monsters and wasting the summer chasing after death (literally and metaphorically). But he also knows that once a Loser, always a Loser, and a Loser never lets another Loser down.

Not a Joke by EmeraldTulip

This took them all way too long to figure out.

[secretblog1212]

DJ Reddie; The lucky seven

Words-1846

Warnings- character death, suicide at the optional ending

“Hello my sunny list’ners, how are y’all doin’ this here lovely morn’n?” Richie asked when the green light blinked. “Tuh-days mix is gunna be a throwback to this herey boys childhood. Back tuh the eighties we go. An’ Remember, I will take calls starting at Seven Thirty.”

    Richie sat back in his chair and put his head in his hands. He had felt off since he had woken up that morning. He couldn’t tell you what it was but it was making him nostalgic and he didn’t much appreciate it.

    His morning continued to go slowly and it got closer and closer to him taking his thirty minutes of requests. He would periodically stop the playlist and talk for a while before putting it back on. He couldn’t really get into character today and was feeling more than a little lost.

    As a song Richie couldn’t even remember the name of finished he prepared to start answering calls, it was seven twenty eight after all.

    He put his headphones on during the last verse and when the green light flicked back on her wasn’t fully prepared. “And that wraps up our eighties throwback. Now let’s talk about and appreciate just how interesting the eighties were for all different types of music. Of course not all of it is really rock like my taste now but i will admit to knowing most of the lyrics to some of those songs.” He leaned up closer to the mike and dropped his voice so it went gravely and deep. Sensual some would describe it as. “Now let’s get those calls coming in ladies and gentlemen. I can’t wait to hear what you have to say.”

    Of course the call lights started to flicker on. Most were teenage and young men and women who were getting ready for their day or driving to work. He wasn’t said to be popular for nothing.

    “Okay, first caller of the day. Who will it be? Who will have the honor?” Richie swirled his finger in a spiral before pressing a random number. “Name age and such sweetie.”

    A gruff manly voice answered which wasn’t exactly what Richie was Expecting. His face flushed with color before he could get over his shock. He wasn’t expecting a forty something lumberjack to be his first caller.

    “My name is Joe Wachum and I’m callin’ here to say that you’re content is hilarious and your playlist reminded me of my earlier years. Have to also say that your voices are amazing and I was wondering how you could switch em’ so fast?”

    Richie switched through a few of his best voices while explaining that he wasn’t sure ow  but he just could before Mr.Lumberjack had to say goodbye. He answered a few more calls that weren’t anything special.

    “Almost out of time already. Only a few more callers then I’ll have to say goodbye and see you tomorrow.”

    He chose another number at random. “Hullo darllin’ what can I do for ya’.” He said switching into his southern bell accent easily.

    “Um… Hey Richie? It’s Eddie, Eddie Kaspbrak. We were friends in school and I heard from Mike that your made it onto radio so I… Um… Yeah.” Said the small timid sounding voice on the other line.

    Richie’s face went white as a sheet. He could remember an Eddie from a long time ago but was this really his Eds after all these years. His boyfriend who he had to leave behind when his mom and dad moved out of Derry. The same Eddie who was the reasoning he never could keep a relationship and had made his standards so high and being honest… so male. His little germophobic little Eddie Spaghetti. His loser? His lover? No. It must be fake.

    “Listen here, I don’t know if you’re someone I used to know or how you know that name but if this is some kind of a prank then it really isn’t funny.” Richie’s voice had come out flat and monotone with out his meaning too. He was supposed to be the happy go lucky bubbly radio host. He couldn’t find a way to force any emotion in his voice though.

    “Listen here. It’s me Trashmouth. In was talking to Mike and he mentioned your gig and I told him I would give you a call. I tried your personal line but it was down or something. How am i supposed to prove to you this isn’t some stupid prank? How can I prove that?”

    Richie shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know where you are getting all these names but it you really are who you say you are then tell me something only Eddie would know. And when i say that I mean ONLY Eddie.”

    There was a moment of silence where Richie could see gestures of the crew behind the glass windows. He ignored them.

    “Once” The voice started suddenly. “You tried to climb through my window but you were dizzy and hallucinating with a high fever and you fell on your face and broke your glasses trying to get through the window frame. Your state of mind wasn’t much better than your physical.”

    Richie could feel his face heating up. He remembered blurrily Eddie taking care of him when he had a really high fever and was seeing a bunch of shit. At least he hadn’t mentioned that Richie had been really clingy and once he was better wanted to cuddle and kiss Eddie constantly. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of their dating or his bisexuality but it would be best not to bring that up live for both of them. Last Richie heard his gay little Eds had gotten a fiance anyway.

    “Well you definitely are my Eds but I do have to say that of course you would need to bring up me in a near hysterical state of mind. Thanks for that.” Richie had forgot they were on air. It was just him and Eddie now.

    “Oh!” Richie could practically see Eddie blushing and covering his face with his hands. “Sorry! That was just the first thing that came to mind since you used to crawl through my window all the time and i’m just going to stop talking before I make the situation worse.”

    Richie doubted it was the first thing, probably the first thing that came to mind that wasn’t about them dating. “Okay, well my people are telling me that it is time to end the broadcast so I will call you tomorrow unless my phones gets fixed tonight and I’m sure I can find your name in my phone book so that should work. Oh and-”

“Beep beep Richie. Yeah, just call me when your phone gets fixed. Bye!”

And with that the call was over, Richie got his phone fixed and Richie avoided the cast for nearly a full week until their questions died down. He and Eddie had a lot to catch up on.

Three years later

Richie and Eddie had kept in contact since the call on that fateful day. In fact he and Eddie had been dating for just over two years now. Richie had found out that Eddie couldn’t go through with the marriage and hadn’t had a relationship since.

Richie was kind of forced to come out to his audience not long after the call when he was asked directly by a fan. Like he said, he wasn’t ashamed.

Of course he had gotten some hate but overall it was a happy response.

Eddie had moved to Cali to be with Richie after a year of them talking, he moved to a different branch of his driving business and controlled it from there. Everything was good.

They shared Richie’s house for two years now and though some might say they were moving too fast they had been pining after each other and dating for a grand total of, if you included their childhood, nearly eight years.

Things were going very well. They had gotten in contact with the rest of the losers and now they all tried to meet up as much as possible. Things were still fuzzy even after all this time but they knew that if in upcoming years they wanted to defeat It they would need to be strong and bonded like they were in their childhood.

Richie had been busy lately though. He was planning a special surprise for his dear boyfriend, hopefully soon to be fiance.

He had asked Eddie to call him at “Exactly seven fifty seven babe. It’s really important.” so he would still be on air when he popped the question. He had even asked the losers to listen in if they could.

Eddie figured it would be something stupid Richie wanted to do again. He had no idea Richie had already bought a ring to give to him later that day if he said yes.

At exactly seven fifty six he cleared all the calls on the board. When the clock struck seven fifty seven a single light turned on.

Richie chose the line and began before Eddie could even say anything.

“Eddie i know this might make you hate me for not doing this in person but whenever I tried I would get really nervous and so I thought this would be the next best option.” He paused taking a big breath before starting again as to not ruin his momentum. “I’ve loved you since we were thirteen. We’ve been through a whole lot of shit but I want to continue to go through that shit with you by my side. Would you do little ole me the honor of giving me your hand in marriage?

There was a traumatizing, pregnant pause before a  small pinched voice came through on the line. “Yes you fuck face. Get your ass home so i can hug you you asshole.” Before hanging up. Richie smiled, the people behind the glass were clapping. The losers were each in their own corner of the world with mouths agape in shock, but Richie Tozier couldn’t of been happier.

Four years later (Sad ending but true)

After a scheduled week off of work he and Eddie visited Derry to defeat It Richie came home mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted.

He tried and tried and tried all for nothing. Eddie was gone and he was never coming back. Stan was gone and never coming back. The losers had broken back into their corners of the world like a puzzle with missing pieces. First Stan, then Eddie? It liked to work in cruel ways, it It couldn’t get rid of you the it got rid of everything you cared for.

After a week of depressingly going about his routine Richie knew he wouldn’t be able to return like things were normal again.

He guessed it was true about the lucky number seven.

Seven friends who made the oath originally.

Seven years with Eddie.

Seven days before Richie would join his two friends in death leaving only four left to grieve for their dead.

@richietoaster because you asked where the fic was… im sorry.