#post it chapter two

[darlingmarie3]

After spending all day watching Bill Hader’s SNL skits, I am CONVINCED that this is what Richie Tozier did after IT Chapter Two once him and Eddie got together. IT’S MY NEW HEADCANON LMAO (especially the bits with Seth and Stefon, iykyk)

Sorry I’m REALLY obsessed with SNL right now XD ❤️

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

In my opinion when you put two insecure people together you just know something is eventually going to go wrong. Especially if one, or both, don’t try to work at or take ownership of their insecurities.

[tansgener]

love

fandom: It (2019)

ship: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier

notable tags: nonbinary eddie kaspbrak, fluff, love confessions

words: 100

Eddie blinks at the ceiling, still wide awake even though it’s probably near midnight. They sigh and glance at Richie, who is fast asleep in the bed beside them. They can feel their expression softening, wondering what he is dreaming about.

“I love you, you know,” they whisper. “So much.”

Eddie rolls over after staring at him for a second, facing away from Richie, not noticing the way Richie tenses as if he’d heard them.

Meanwhile, Richie is frozen. Eddie loved him? How- Why- He needed to know for sure. He takes a quiet deep breath.

“Eddie?”

Eddie’s breath hitches.

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

25 and 26 for reddie!! Only if you want to💗

Hollyyy!!💗 This is such an old prompt, I’m sorry! Have some ‘fuck- canon’ fluff (again).

“Come cuddle.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

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Eddie woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. 

While half asleep, he’d thrown his arm over the right side of the mattress, expecting to find a warm, lanky body that he could cuddle up against but instead, he got an armful of nothing. Eddie frowned and with his eyes still closed, trying to hold on to sleep for as long as he could, he felt around the bed for Richie but he wasn’t there. The man was all long legs and arms and the Town House bed wasn’t exactly big⎯ if he was there, Eddie’s hand would’ve found him already.

His first thought was that It was back. It was back and he’d taken Richie, taking advantage of the fact that they let their guard down after thinking they had killed him, for real this time. The thought made Eddie’s breathing speed up but he forced himself to take three deep breaths and calm down before he could drive himself into a panic attack.

“Rich?” He muttered, blinking his eyes open. The room was dark but the moonlight filtered in through the window, which was weird because Eddie remembered closing the curtains before crawling under the covers. With Richie. Which begged the question⎯

Where did the asshole go?

The answer to that question came soon enough when Eddie rolled over and saw that, not only were the curtains drawn back, but the window was also open and Richie was sitting on the window sill, smoking?

“What the fuck are you doing Richie? It’s the middle of the night.” Eddie said, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Richie jumped, almost dropping his cigarette in surprise. “And are you seriously smoking? These places have smoke detectors you know that, right?”

“Not this shithole Eds. Come on. They don’t even have hot water.” Richie scoffed, blowing out smoke. “Did I wake you?”

“No.” Eddie said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Well yeah. I woke up when I realized you weren’t in bed.”

“Aww Eds you missed me?” Richie teased but his voice was slightly off. “One night and you already can’t sleep without me?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Richie, missing pathetically. “Shut up. Why are you awake?”

Richie tensed up then, looking out the window and taking a long drag of his cigarette before talking through his teeth, “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Bullshit.” Eddie said. “You were asleep. I know, because your snoring kept me up for like an hour.”

Richie scoffed, bringing the cigarette to his mouth. “Now that’s some fucking bullshit. Eds, I don’t snore.” 

“Yes, you do. You have since we were kids.” Eddie said in his no bullshit tone. “But that’s not the point.“ He said, recognizing Richie’s attempt to change the subject. "Why are you smoking in the middle of the night?”

Richie didn’t meet Eddie’s eyes, staring out the window instead. 

"Rich?” He asked, voice softer and more gentle. “Talk to me.”

Richie heaved out a sigh. He put out the cigarette and leaned back against the window, facing Eddie. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Pennywise?” Richie made a noncommittal sound that Eddie took as a yes. “Pennywise is dead, Rich. We killed him. For real this time.”

“I know he is. The nightmare wasn’t about him, not really.“ 

Eddie pressed his lips into a tight line, hit by realization. He didn’t need to ask to know what Richie’s nightmare had really been about.

(After escaping Neibolt, the losers had all gone to the quarry to clean up, even if Eddie insisted it was useless because, “You can’t clean yourself in dirty water.” He joined them anyway and everyone had been celebrating, laughing and splashing around, when Eddie noticed Richie was sitting on a rock by himself with a troubled look. Eddie had swam over to him, throwing water at his face and said, “Didn’t you hear Rich? We killed the fucking clown.”

When Richie had looked up, his eyes were shining with unshed tears and Eddie’s laughter had died in his throat. 

"I saw you die Eds.” Richie had said, ducking his head to stare at his hands. They were clean, but he looked at them  as if they were stained with something and Eddie reached over and held them. “When I was in the deadlights. I saw Pennywise kill you right in front of me.”

Eddie had shaken his head, giving his hands a squeeze. “That wasn’t real. I’m right here.”

“I thought I lost you.” He insisted, eyebrows pulled together. “I thought you died and that I never got the chance to⎯ to tell you, to⎯”

“To what?" 

Richie had surged forward then, catching Eddie’s lips in a kiss. Over the sound of his own heart threatening to beat out of his chest, Eddie heard their friends whistling and catcalling. He let go of Richie’s hands to flip them off, before weaving his fingers in Richie’s hair and pulling him closer so he could kiss him back. 

Later, they had ditched the losers to go to Richie’s room together⎯ amidst more whistling and catcalling. And after Richie took a shower and Eddie took three, they had stumbled into bed together for the first time. Both of them forgetting what Richie saw in the deadlights, until now.)

"It’s not real.” Eddie said, echoing his own words from the day before. “That was just Pennywise fucking with you, Richie.”

“I know that Eds, but everytime I close my eyes, I see it. I see Pennywise stabbing you, I see you bleeding all over me. I see you dying and I see myself leaving you in that fucking place.” He said, running a hand down his face.

Eddie’s face twisted with concern, feeling sad for Richie. He wanted to offer comfort, to reassure him, but words didn’t seem to be doing it. He untangled himself from the mess of blankets and dragged himself out of bed. The cold air hit Eddie’s bare legs and he shivered⎯ boxers and Richie’s shirt had been enough to keep him warm when the window was closed and he had Richie wrapped around him like a koala, but now they made him wish he didn’t the bed.

He quickly covered the distance between the bed and the window, wrapping his arms around Richie’s waist. Unlike Eddie, Richie was warm, even if he was wearing only a pair of boxers and had been standing next to the open window for a while. Eddie burrowed his face in his chest, still not quite believing he was allowed to do that now.

“Are you trying to distract me?” Richie clicked his tongue, sounding more like himself. Eddie counted that as a win. “Because it’s working.” He felt Richie’s arms wrap around him.

Eddie let out a snort. “I’m trying to convince you that I’m here and that I’m alive and that I'm⎯”

“Ready for round two?" 

Eddie pinched his side, eliciting an embarrassing squeal from Richie. "I’m serious Rich.” He looked up, locking eyes with him. “I’m here and if you need me to keep reminding you that, I fucking will because I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me now." 

"That was aggressively romantic.” Richie said, smiling down at him, it was slightly shaky but happy. 

Eddie returned the smile before leaning up and pressing a kiss against Richie’s lips, feeling his stomach flutter the moment their lips touched. Richie made a pleased sound before licking into Eddie’s mouth, warmth spreading through him when Richie’s tongue started moving against his. 

They had been kissing for a while when a yawn escaped Eddie and he froze, Richie’s face breaking into a teasing grin. 

"Don’t say anything, shut up.” Eddie said, feeling his face go hot. “This is your fault.”

Richie scoffed. “Am I really that boring, Eds?" 

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I’m just tired since you woke me up.”

“Right sorry.” Richie said, running his thumb softly over Eddie’s cheek. “You should go back to sleep. I’ll be there in a few minutes." 

"What? You’re gonna go rub one off in the bathroom?” Eddie joked, making Richie laugh. 

“You caught me, Eds.” He flashed him a lewd grin. “That kiss got me all hot and bothered." 

Eddie snorted, grabbing Richie’s hand. "Come on.” He started dragging him towards the bed, but Richie planted himself on the floor. Eddie cocked his head at him, giving him a questioning look.

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep just yet.” Richie said, avoiding Eddie’s eyes.

Everytime I close my eyes, I see it. 

Oh, right. 

“Are you worried about having another nightmare?” Eddie asked, taking Richie’s grimace as an answer. “I won’t let that happen.”

“What? You’re gonna fight the nightmares away with your tiny fists?”

“No.” Eddie said, rolling his eyes. “I’m gonna hold you so hard that you won’t be able to forget I’m alive.” He said, watching Richie’s expression melt at his words. “Now close the window and come cuddle with me. It’s the middle of the fucking night and I’m tired.”

“Okay.” Richie said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead and letting go of him just to shut the window. “As long as I get to be the little spoon.”

“Duh." 

They climbed into bed together, Eddie’s chest pressed flush against Richie’s back. Eddie wrapped his arms around him and Richie sighed happily when he pressed a kiss to the top of his spine.

Eddie forced himself to stay awake until he was certain that Richie was asleep⎯ his loud snoring making it perfectly clear. Only then, did he allow himself to close his eyes, dozing off immediately. 

Neither of them woke up again, not until the sunlight filled the room the next morning.

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[kenzie-ann27]

me seeing a bunch of people liking and reblogging my covier gifs

[julchenawesome]

A reddie scene (Eddie/Ron, Richie/Hermione) + Myra (Lavender) + Stenbrough (Stan/Ginny, Bill/Harry)

[banigarubug]

Adult Reddie Fic List

My Top 10 List of Aged-Up Reddie!

ok so most of these are canon divergence fics but theres an AU sprinkled in here somewhere! NO MCD, NO RAPE/NONCON, NO UNDERAGE, NO GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE.

Comedy Central: Richie Tozier by SpicyReyes

     Transcript of Richie Tozier’s 30 minute comedy special episode, in which he talks sexuality, coming out, and fickle memories.

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak (mentioned)

Author Tags: #Humor #Eddie Lived #its not explained but thats a fact #Post-Canon #Comedian Richie Tozier #coming out story

My Tags: #silly and golden for it

No Archive Warnings Apply

WC: 1,449

Just Friends by sporklift

    Richie brings Eddie home for a good-old-fashioned family shindig. Everyone thinks they’re dating. And it gets worse.

    (Or: Things Get Weird at Wentworth Tozier’s Retirement Party)

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Maggie Tozier, Wentworth Tozier, Richie Tozier’s Sister

Author Tags: #Didn’t Know They Were Dating #You want tropes? We got tropes! #Pining? Poorly timed sexual tension? WE GOT ALL THAT #but also like #Regression #Latent Homophobia #Family Drama #Maggie and Went mean well #102 uses of the word “fuck” #Rated T for (pretty fucking) Tame for this fandom

My Tags: #god i wish i could write like this #fanfics like the stars #author; a forever fav #fics for happy tears #make it a series!

No Archive Warnings Apply

WC: 12,634

Paparazzi by samsnovak

    They had fought a fucking killer clown together in the sewers, and Eddie could sadly compare the feeling of being around Pennywise to that of when he glimpsed the flash of the camera. RIchie was just so ridiculous, grabbing him or pulling faces that had Eddie struggling to hold in his laughter. Regardless of how vastly and aggressively he would deny it, Eddie really did think that his boyfriend was funny. Though telling RIchie would only inflate his already irritatingly large ego.

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, The Losers Club (IT)

Author Tags: #plz #ive wanted to see someone write this au for so long #so i just did it myself #eddie is sassy as fuck and richie ADORES IT #literally just pure fluff for my boys

My Tags: #fanfics like the stars

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

WC: 1,832

it’s about the time that you just unwind by fuckener

    “It sucked to tell people,” Richie said suddenly, tapping a finger on his glass. He was avoiding eye contact again. “Like - it just really fucking sucked. I’m old. I’m like middle-aged. You’re this old and you just start telling people you’re gay, they think, ‘Jesus! That dude’s got issues.’ Because they’re right, and you do.”

    “It must have come as a real shock to our friends,” Eddie said, staring. “That you have issues.”

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak

Author Tags: #Canon Divergence - Eddie Lives #Post-Canon #Love Confessions #Hand Jobs

My Tags: #fanfics like the stars #fics for happy tears #add it to my top 10 inspo lists #author; a forever fav #make it a series!

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WC: 9,455

Richie Tozier, an Apple Music Listener by plinys

    Apple Music ✓ @AppleMusic Thanks for the support @trashmouth! We love to see loyal #AppleMusic fans!

    Apple Music ✓ @AppleMusic Also, in unrelated news, the #AppleMusic recommended song of the day is “thank u, next” by Ariana Grande.

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak

Author Tags: #Social Media #Post-Canon #Eddie Kaspbrak Lives

My Tags: #fanfics like the stars #silly and golden for it

No Archive Warnings Apply

WC: 1,288

Clean by devovitsuasartes

    Eddie survives the final fight, but Richie saw him die in the Deadlights - and he's having a little trouble shaking it off.

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, The Losers Club (IT)

Author Tags: #Fix-It #Hurt/Comfort #Angst

My Tags: #fanfics like the stars #add it to my top 10 inspo list

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

WC: 9,007

Rainbows and Star Wars-Heart Eyes by NemiMontoya

    Sometimes, in the midst of trying to wrap his head around the fact that it was okay to be this happy, Richie would think back to his thirteen-year old self; that confused, awkward boy, so in love and so terrified. He wished he could send a message to that boy somehow:

    ”Don’t worry. It will happen. It will take a long time, but trust me, it will be so worth it.”

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak

Author Tags: #Reddie #Fluff #Domestic Fluff #Romance #Marriage Proposal #Slow Dancing

My Tags: #fanfics like the stars #fics for happy tears #god i wish i could write like this #author; a forever fav #add it to my top 10 inspo list

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

WC: 4,421

Darling, Darling by bluepeony

    "Because in truth, the thought of life without Eddie is somewhat unthinkable."

     In which Ben and Beverly get married, Richie is cynical, and Eddie just wants to slow dance.

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Ben Hanscom, Beverley Marsh, Mike Hanlon, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, (Audra Phillips)

Author Tags: #Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies #Established Relationship #Fluff #Weddings #Slow Dancing

My Tags: #fanfics like the stars

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning

WC: 2,134

Call It What You Want by hannahberrie

  They’re just staring at each other in the middle of a crowded New York train station, and it’s almost midnight. There’s supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight, according to the forecast, but Eddie can’t really remember that right now.

    In which, after separating from Myra, Eddie goes to stay at Richie's place in Manhattan.

Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier

Author Tags: #Aged-Up Character(s) #Fix-It #Sharing a Bed #Coming Out #sloppy kisses #Flirting #Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak #One Shot

My Tags: #fanfics like the stars #fics for happy tears

No Archive Warnings Apply

WC: 4,676

I’m quite alright hiding today by remusjohn

    Richie doesn’t know how to say, You kissed me to wake me up from the deadlights and I don’t know if you did it to save my life or if there’s something else too, but it’s kind of killing me, man.

    So Richie doesn’t say anything at all.

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak

Author Tags: #Post-IT Chapter Two (2019) #Eddie Kaspbrak Lives #obviously #and they were ROOMMATES #Sappy Sex #i just wanted a fic where Richie cries the first time they have sex that’s all this is

My Tags: #fanfics like the stars #author; a forever fav #god i wish i could write like this #add it to my top 10 inspo list #fic inspired by

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WC: 7,166

[tansgener]

the piano

fandom: it 2017/2019

rating: general audience

ship: reddie

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At first, the piano is to be a decoration. It was a stationary piece of furniture that was to liven the place up a fraction. It wasn't too exceptional or grand, despite the name. Just a standard grand piano that an interior designer slipped in a suggestion for, one that Richie was over the moon about.

It's a nightmare, strangely enough, that convinces him to take up the instrument. Like the rest of them, it was dark, gory, and terrifying for all involved, even Richie, who had a shaken expression once his head had cleared enough to see it.

Slipping out of bed was effortless.

Even with the pestering of are you okay's that poured from his boyfriend's mouth. Eddie only shook those worries off, giving a shaky smile in return before padding out of their bedroom. He knows that Richie will keep worrying no matter what, so he mostly shuts off that train of thought as he listens to his loud footsteps that seem to echo through the hall, past another bedroom, a bathroom, and an office.

The living room is next. The piano sits innocently in a corner, unused since it arrived. The glossy black shines in the near darkness, and Eddie finds himself enraptured, drawn in to sit on the small bench that sits in front of it.

He presses a key, and the note sounds light amongst his burdensome thoughts. He lets out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, staring at the ivory keys in wonder. He's too focused to see Richie popping his head in, shoulders relaxing once he sees him. Another key is pressed, and he feels more fog drifting back.

Eddie isn't sure how long he sits there, pressing the random keys, but he does jump when a hand lands on his shoulder.

"You good?" Worry is still shining in Richie's eyes as Eddie catches his breath. He looks back down at the piano before he responds.

"I-I am."

After that night, he signs up for piano lessons with a woman named Sara Miller. She regards him with something that he doesn't recognize, but that he somehow knows isn't bad. He supposes she doesn't get adult students often. Luckily, she doesn't seem to be offended by the crude and half-insulting sense of humor that he shares with Richie. Eddie is definitely glad about that.

In the first lesson, she takes her thumb and sets it on one of the middle keys, naming it before continuing with the rest of the fingers on her right hand. She has him repeat it again and again until he can place his fingers in the right places with his eyes closed.

In the second lesson, she does a similar thing with her left hand, naming the notes, and having him repeat them. They both know the slow pace frustrates him, the having to repeat over and over gets to his head quickly. She handles the small outbursts of anger with ease, putting him back on track quickly. He figures she's used to it.

The lessons last weeks, dragging into months but very little compares to the comfort that the piano gives him on rough nights like these when his thoughts are too loud, and his bad memories are a little too fresh.

Richie joins him some nights, choosing to sit next to him on the bench most times, bringing up a chair on the worse ones, always silent. Eddie appreciates him so much the love in his heart overfills as he repeats a small melody he created just for him.

---

Richie is absolutely thrilled to watch Eddie play the piano he got on a whim. He hadn't actually planned on either of them playing it, just using it as decoration, maybe put lights on it during Christmas. But Eddie does use it.

Some nights he gets waken up by him sliding out of bed, slightly shaking, and of course, he gets the urge to comfort him, but he also wants to give Eddie space where he needs it. So, he waits a couple of minutes, slides out from under the duvet, and pads down the hall, following the melancholy notes.

Tonight seems like one of the better nights, he remarks as the sad notes lift into something lighter every so often. He walks into the living room, pausing to lean against the frame and just watch his boyfriend, softly smiling as he plays, eyes closed and humming along, looking so unburdened that Richie feels slightly jealous. He's happy for him. He's riant that Eddie has this comfort outside of his arms.

Then he's stepping forward, joining Eddie on the bench, head bent to rest on his shorter's shoulder, listening as the ivory keys ring in the air as the tune turns to something soft and warm that fills him with the same comfort that he hopes Eddie feels when he plays.

A few nights later, he's woken by angry chords that ring loud from the piano strings, and his heart aches. Stumbling out of their bed from where he had accidentally gotten his legs tangled in the blanket, he staggers a little more towards the door, pace smoothing as he gets to the door and down the hall, the anger and fear ringing in his ears as the notes get harsher and louder the closer he gets.

Eddie looks wrecked in the soft light draining in from the kitchen, and something in Richie's gut goes sour.

He goes over to him, grabbing a chair from the kitchen table on the way, and sets it next to the bench. A hand reaches out and rests on Eddie's shoulder. The irate chords continue, slowly growing less angry and falling more on the sad side of the spectrum. Richie's heart continues to ache for him as he squeezes Eddie's shoulder. A small tear escapes on his face, but neither of them move to wipe it away. Eddie leans into the touch now, muscles relaxing under Richie's hand as he tries to ground himself in the moment as much as he can. The notes slowly taper off until he takes them off the keys, setting them in his lap.

"Thank you for being here with me." Richie smiles softly, squeezing his shoulder again.

"I always will be, Eds."