#richie tozier fic

[kafka-ish]

DERRY, MAINE | r.t.

richie finds out who the girl he’s been seeing is

word count: 1.1k

warnings/included: angst-ish

a/n: based off tyler the creator’s WILSHIRE. don’t know if i’m back. trying a new writing style. feedback is always nice. 

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the sharp sound of FUCK erupts from richie’s mouth when his figure collides with another one. you’re annoyed at first, but once you see his face you’re able to keep your temper. something saccharine leaves his lips--an apology--he’s saying, Jesus dollface, if i’d known something as pretty as you were in the area, maybe i’d come here more often. now you’re blushing; wondering if you should tell him you’re not from around here. 

“god, of course not. they don’t make ‘em like you near... so where’re you from? surely a pretty face like that has a strict dad to get home to.” a lanky finger pokes the underside of your nose. if you knew richie tozier any better, you’d figure he’d be calling you a rose. but you don’t know richie. you don’t even know his name. you have to muster up the courage to ask him that, but he’s the first to cut to the chase. “what do they call a face like yours anyway? s’pose i could just call you gorgeous...sweetheart...mine” he takes extra care in saying that last one clear as day. but it’s cloudy outside--forecast calls for rain. he notices this and offers his jacket before opening the door to a record shop. 

he’s a local there; you’ve never stepped foot. he makes a bee -line for the vintage rock section and waits for you with nirvana in his hand, hendrix in the other. 

“is there something you go by?” you realize this is the first thing you’ve said other than telling him your city of residence--bangor (’shit! mom, pops, and i go down there during the winter’). you didn’t even apologize after the run -in. 

“i got the ‘rents calling me richard, but i’m richie on my off days.” 

“are you working today?” he laughs because you catch on quick.

“awh, not with you here next to me. i’d call off any day if that’s the case... hey, how ‘bout a number to go with your name?”

so you’re talking now--you and him. he asks you what things you like and if he’s on that list. he says it again, and again, and you’re at his parents’ place when he’s wondering when you guys will Just Date. 

this is the fifth time you’ve been over. the first, you watched a movie, and it would continue like that until the third. your criterion watchlist slowly deteriorates. movies are replaces for newly cultivated feelings for the person sitting next to you. he’s flipping through films like they’re playboys at the check -out lane. “i’m so tired of this french shit.” it bores him how the way intricately laced bodies don’t do it for a porn addict. “you pick.” you say okay and thirty minutes in, still no one has said anything. richie turns to you and watches your eyebrows furrow. he has that face that suggests he’ll make a move, say something. but he doesn’t. you’re the one to break the silence. 

“we don’t have to watch this.” your eyes are on his. 

“nah, baby, i want to.” but he’s still looking at you. he hasn’t checked the screen since he caught sight of the stray freckle on your cheek. you tense at this. baby was never on the list; nicknames typically vary from sweetheart or gorgeous. it’s never this intimate. there’s tension in the air that’s broken with a kiss. richie’s lips are on yours but he doesn’t go any further than this. 

“i’m seeing someone,” you say, quick. richie’s face falls for eternity. his heart was just pushed off a cliff. 

“shit, i had no idea.” 

“it’s fine. it’s not serious.” but it’s serious to him. his heart just got seriously broken in the matter of minutes. seconds. milliseconds. “i’m into you, though.” these words got him smirking. his curls bounce in a bliss. “i’m into you, too.” 

you still keep up, showing up at his place on the regular. it’s down -low and you were skeptical at first, but now it feels normal. you’re wearing his shirt and his hand holds yours. 

eddie gets on him for missing two game nights in a row. but richie doesn’t care because he’d rather be here, next to you, than here having conversations about the color of bill’s new girl’s underwear. 

denbrough’s got a new girl. it’s all he’s been talking about for the past few months. she’s great. everything about her’s got him hooked. she’s his bait. her lips are the most perfect shade of red and she kisses like she knows how to. she’s got these big eyes that look great especially when--

“yeah that’s enough. thank you.” 

stan mumbles something under his breath about how she’s probably just average and this is just the first time bill got a girl in his pants. 

none of the losers have ever met her until the next game night. ben made a comment about how he hasn’t seen richie in forever, It seems. and eddie goes on about how he’s been ditching the gang; You’re a traitor. 

“in my defense, i had a hot date.” not actual date. but they would get dinner, he would pay, and his eyes would linger on lips. his fingers itching to feel that warm graze. 

“yeah right.” / “what does she look like?” / “did you get to third base?”

richie’s friends become a crowd; asking what she looks like; is she a good kisser; do you think you’ll bring her? 

but she’s already been brought. you and bill enter together. richie’s jaw drops. 

a whistle; eddie’s mouth a circle. your dress is tight; it hugs your hips just right, and falls just above the knees leaving little for bill and his friends’ imagination. 

fuck, bill, how’d you score one like that? is what richie would’ve said if he weren’t stunned with silence and it hadn’t come out of stan’s mouth instead. and bill doesn’t know whether to be flattered or to punch the boy he calls a friend. ‘nice one’ is the line he opts for instead. 

“how ‘bout another round?” richie’s already dealing out the deck conscientiously--his strategy so he doesn’t have to make eye contacr with the girl he had his arm around last week.

“you got a sadistic streak, tozier,” says eddie confidently, who wins that round later.

it’s later when richie calls and you answer as you’ve been doing regularly: “hello?” you answer in the nonchalant voice that he loves to hear and it takes him all the restraint he can muster to stop himself from walking out that door. 

“hey.” his heart pangs and around his throat snakes an invisible chain cutting off any ability he once had to breathe. 

“richie!” you say, as if it never occurred to you why the phone was ringing in the first place, that you were bill’s date. your finger coils around the landline wire. your lips fold and bite into a smirk. richie hears your breath smiling from the other line. richie, with his sharp intuition, knows. 

the phone clicks goodbye. 

[reddje]

[theartsharki]

Giggling against gravity.

Based on a moment in chapter 3 of this fic.

bonus:

[eddiekaspbrakirlsblog]

when I remember in IT chapter two that reddie were gonna leave TOGETHER I go insane like that whole scene where Richie’s like “Eduardo andele let’s go!” And when Eddie’s like “I just have to grab my toiletry bag and then we can go” WE CAN GO ???? WE ? AS IN TWO ? AS IN US TOGETHER ?????

[clownbrainrot]

richie thoughts that came to me in a vision:

teenage richie working at a fast food place (mcdonalds, whatever, establishment of your choice). working the drive thru. but just taking orders is so boring. so he starts doing Voices over the microphone when people are placing their orders. FULLY holding up the line with his yapping at his captured audience. and when they get to his window he's like back to customer service Voice, "man, I'm sorry about my coworker, he just goes on and on, huh?" just thrilled that they're actually convinced by his Voices. and i know he'd get the orders wrong too cause that's not a priority at all. but he'd throw in a couple extra freebies when the people laugh. & finally someone goes in to complain but it's about "that slow old fuck taking orders" and since no such old man exists - only acne faced 17 year old tozier who has no semblance of maturity in voice or manner - the customer is written off as your average angry-about-not-getting-the-right-sauce guy

[greenandsorrow]

IF THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED NEVER HURT YOU, MAYBE IT WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOU. 🎈

Author's note; I used to have strange dreams as a kid. This story is heavily inspired by a series of dreams I had during my tween years.

Did you ever dream not of a scenario recurring, but continuing?

!!!!! The reader is a teenager. The relationships described in the fic are strictly platonic. My poor attempt at writing a threatening and scary environment is the only warning. And Pennywise is a warning himself I guess. This is a very weird, inner child, comfort thing for me... I apologise.

Dividers; @saradika-graphics, @cafekitsune, @strangergraphics

"Derry is a strange place. The fog settles low in the mornings, making the town look ghostly, almost unreal. The playgrounds are empty and quiet, swings moving slowly without any breeze. On foggy days, the whole town feels like a memory, faded and worn at the edges."

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4 (SOON)

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DISCARDED. ⋆｡°✩ richie tozier x gn!kaspbrak!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 2.8K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ mostly angst then little but of fluff, lots of movie dialogue at first, gross stuff because its a horror movie!! reader is eddies twin, gender neutral and quiet reader, terrible ending yk me, not really a defined relationship its more just an implied shared crush ! .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you’ve always been a quiet person, especially being the least favorite in your family. the losers didn’t realize how bad it was until neibolt. ꩜  .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ omg… maxine posts something that ISNT TWD RELATED?1?1?!1 WHATTTT????? i hope you guys enjoyy i know its very different but i wanted to give myself a little different dialogue i guess?? i wanted to write for something different for once!! except it was a little funky trying to write for a character not in twd... this definitely isnt my best work!! but as alwaysss if you guys really want a part two ill make one!

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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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[billcarden]

(I'M SORRY) EVERY SONG'S ABOUT YOU

in 2023, most people who know richie tozier know of him as a B-list comedian. but to elder emos and gay young adults on the internet, he's the frontman of shark puppy - a now-mostly-irrelevant pop punk band and former warped tour staple. he's mostly forgotten about his days in shark puppy, until people start to find his 15-year-old livejournal posts that they're speculating are about shark puppy's former tour manager, eddie kaspbrak.

read it on ao3 (and check out the reddiesance ao3 collection and tumblr tag for the 5 year anniversary of it chapter 2!)

[cat-b0t]

Some richie doodles based on a fic draft I have plus a little bonus eddie k <3

[seecarrun]

Eddie is a horrible, awful, absolutely despicable human being.

But in his defense, tele-therepy should be illegal for anyone as loud as Richie Tozier.

Eddie wasn’t trying to overhear Richie’s session, honest! But the laundry room is right next to Richie’s office, and when Richie wears his headphones, he has an even harder time controlling the volume of his voice than normal, allowing Eddie to hear just about everything said on Richie’s side of the conversation.

Eddie was in the process of switching over his whites from the washer to dryer when he hears him, muffled but unmistakable, in the next room.

“I mean, I can’t just tell him,” Richie says. And after a beat, totally scandalized and kind of bitchy, answers, “Uh, he could hear me?”

Eddie snorts to himself at that, tossing a pair of briefs into the dryer.

“He doesn’t,” Richie says now, matter-of-factly. “He won’t.”

Eddie tries to hurry along the process a little, beginning to feel guilty about ease-dropping, but the next thing he hears gives him pause, despite himself.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have with my stupid feelings. I just got him back, the last thing I want to do is push him away again.”

Methodically, Eddie shakes out a dress shirt, slower and quieter than usual. For….no reason.

“I’m not ‘using negative self-talk’,” Richie gasps, offended, “I’m being honest with myself, which is something you told me I need to practice in my day-to-day, Julie.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, absolutely siding with Julie on this one. Richie has the worst habit of going down doom spirals, concocting ridiculous and unfounded hypothetical scenarios to talk himself out of believing anything that could make him feel joy.

It’s infuriating, especially because Eddie knows he does the same.

“You’d understand if you met him,” Richie continues, sounding sad and almost…wistful? “There’s no way Eddie could love me back.”

Eddie immediately slams the dryer door shut and bolts from the room, not even turning the dryer on in his haste to get as far away as quickly as possible, overcome in a mixture of guilt, shock, panic, and, he flushes, excitement.

Holy shit.

[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.

[it2017]

that teenage feeling!

fem! richie tozier/eddie kaspbrak, M rating, 50k words

Eddie responds, quietly, "I don't think I'm one of those girls." and Richie has the desire to shake her by the shoulders then - because Eddie always knows what she wants, but for some, inconceivable reason refuses to let herself have it. But Richie knew she’d be a huge fucking hypocrite to say that, as she held herself back from the only thing she’d ever truly wanted, frozen in place like an opossum playing dead, as if loving Eddie would kill her. Maybe it would. (or: Eddie Kaspbrak grows up shaped like a boy and molts into a woman. Richie Tozier is there the whole time.)

finally posting this fic in honor of the 5 year anniversary of IT chapter two :') hope u like it!!

ao3 + playlist

[theartsharki]

Had to draw these two because of a post I saw by @sunshinereddie . This post specifically, it just made me smile thinking about it!

[eddiekaspbrakirlsblog]

reddie are so funny bc how the fuck are you gonna be in a IDGAF war for over 27 years and then one of you fucking dies

[dsudis]

Fic Rec: Fingers Crossed That I'm Something You'll Keep by @thefourthvine

So I have acquired a stepkid this year without going through any of the obvious formalities that usually lead to stepkids, which has been a whole thing we don't need to get into. It mainly means that I am, for the first time, experiencing the wonder of getting emails and messages of all kinds from an elementary school. It also means that on an average day I have the brain capacity to reread really good fic, maybe, if I am lucky.

Which means it took me close to a week to get through rereading this fabulous fic about a guy becoming an assistant secretary at an elementary school and falling in love with The Most Difficult Parent the school has to deal with. Apparently they are characters from It? I looked up the plot summary halfway through reading the fic for the first time, but mostly this is a story about someone who really does not feel like he knows how to be an adult or a human being, tripping and falling into a real life, and real love, anyway.

It also has a criminally small number of kudos and comments for such a brilliant fic, so. Please go read it!

[lauriquasar]

Nobody as Weak as I Feel

pairing; Finn Wolfhard x singer!gn!reader

synopsis; the reader is a musician who is performing in front a large audience for the first time, but finn isn’t there to support them :(

authors note; every time I see a clip of Olivia Rodrigo and Louis Partridge I gain a year of life (Louis at Olivia's concerts inspired this fic thx yall) , also this feels so clunky i’m sorry if the chunks of text are difficult to read 😭

lowercase intended , not proof-read , 667 words , originally was an x character

Y/n threw off the hoodie they were wearing, before pulling out their phone to call their boyfriend, Finn. They were preforming for the first time, in front of an audience of at least 9,000 people which obviously had them on edge, and left without comfort.

Finn was supposed to be coming but, he was busy doing interviews and events for his new movie. And honestly he had plenty of time to get there after, but jumping back into the spotlight had him busy and out of time for personal affairs. Finn always came to y/n's concerts, but usually they were smaller, way smaller.

"You're coming over later though, right?"

Y/n asked through the phone to Finn.

Of course, make sure to get Millie or Caleb to send me a video, okay?

"I'll tell them,"

Y/n sighed.

I love you so much, I'm so sorry I can't make it

"It's fine. I'll be fine— as long as you come over later!"

Y/n felt a lump arise in their throat. Something about Finn seeming so close but being so far away, made y/n almost angry.

You know I will! And we can do whatever you want when I get there

"Thanks Finn, love you. Okay, I gotta go get ready, my designer is here, bye."

Bye, I love you, and I'm so proud of you

"Yeah, I love you too, and thanks."

Y/n hung up and held their head in their hands, until the kind designer offered their comfort— then got started on getting y/n ready.

After about 40 minutes of the stage being occupied with other artists preparing the crowd for y/n, it was finally their turn to perform.

Y/n walked onto the stage, hearing their heart bounding in their ears along with the multitude of applause— sure they were going to fuck something up somehow.

"Hello everyone, holy shit I'm so nervous,"

Y/n giggles into the mic, making everyone else in the audience laugh. They scanned the audience for anyone they knew, before finding Millie and Caleb in the middle of the venue— which gave them an ounce of peace.

"Should I tell you the song or, you know what you'll figure it out,"

Y/n stops themselves from speaking any further, worried about embarrassing themselves anymore than they already felt and started to play their most popular single. Once they heard the crowd singing along, they started to feel more at ease.

The concert had ended about an hour later, y/n went to go find Millie and Caleb, to thank them for coming and to ask if they got any good videos.

As y/n was leaving the venue, they were stopped by a multitude of people asking for pictures and acknowledgment. They took as many as they could before trying to run away, though they couldn't get far before they felt a hand slip into theirs.

They looked up to see who the hell had suddenly grabbed their hand, until they noticed a familiar head of dark hair and big brown eyes.

"you were great! the set list was so fucking good,"

Finn spoke into y/n's ear while y/n tried their hardest to engulf finn in the biggest hug they could while still walking to the exit.

"when the hell did you get here?"

y/n asked pure excitement shining through their words.

"i got here basically the second you started, although i saw a bit of TV Girl when i came,"

y/n smiled and continued to walk with finn holding their hand out of the venue, and finally getting to their car while finn showed y/n all the badass videos he took of them on stage.