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gif request meme: IT + favorite male character requested by Anonymous - Eddie Kaspbrak

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Why People Ship Reddie

I’m finally getting around to writing this post!! Thank you so much to all of you who messaged me (@richietozzzier @nikkiesea @coraz0n-delator @ardentverdure @fandomtrash2405 to name a few as well as a bunch of anons!). I just wanted to list some scenes from the movie and book explaining why so many people ship Reddie, so here you go! Please feel free to add stuff on :)

Movie: 

- A good majority of the time when either Richie or Eddie are on screen, they’re interacting with one another. Not only do they have hilarious banter back in forth, it’s very obvious they also care about each other immensely.

- Richie is always seen worrying about Eddie’s well being and putting himself at risk to make sure Eddie is okay. During the projector scene, he grabs and hugs Eddie and rubs his back. At Neibolt Street, he holds Eddie’s face to calm him down/make him not look at Pennywise (despite the fact that clowns are his biggest fear!), he rubs Eddie’s shoulder when his hand gets cut. Just to name a few, there are many other moments in the film.

- Richie’s always using Eddie’s mom as the butt of the joke or playing his jokes off of Eddie (ex. when they go to the well, Richie asks Eddie if he has a quarter)

- Cute little moments they have together! Eddie getting Richie ice cream, them talking about something funny when walking into Ben’s room, being the only two that hug at the end

- Richie goes into the clown room (again, his biggest fear) because he thinks Eddie is in there. In reality, Pennywise is presenting himself as Eddie to lure Richie in. Pennywise shows itself as a person’s biggest fear, so at least for a moment Richie’s biggest fear is losing Eddie. He will risk everything to save him.

Book:

- Richie always calls Eddie nicknames, whether it be “Eds”, “my love”, or just calling him cute a lot. Eddie always says he hates it, but in the book he thinks to himself that he actually kinda liked it, too.

- Richie always making suggestive jokes to Eddie and winking.

- One day when they’re hanging out alone, Richie tells Eddie about all of his ambitions of become a famous ventriloquist as an adult. Eddie says he really admired Richie (although he saw flaws in his plan, since Richie’s ventriloquism wasn’t very good) 

- Richie literally tells Eddie that he saw how cute he was the first time they ever met.

- In the book, too, Richie is often making sure Eddie is okay. (During the Rockfight, after it’s over Richie is the one to get Eddie’s inhaler and put it in his mouth for him, Richie is holding onto Eddie when they’re running from Henry and into the drainpipe)

- Stephen King literally wrote a scene into the book where Eddie is licking Richie’s “rocket” ice pop and it’s very suggestive and it does not seem like that’s an accident. All him not me.

- When Eddie gets his arm ripped off, his last words are to Richie. Richie is holding Eddie and Eddie is touching his cheek. His last words are “Don’t call me Eds… You know I… I…” 

- The other Losers are sad about Eddie dying, but Richie is freaking out and sobbing and holding him. Richie tries to carry Eddie out and the others tell him to leave him. Richie nearly refuses to leave Eddie there, saying that it’s too dark and Eddie wouldn’t want that. 

- When Richie finally has to leave him, he kisses his cheek before screaming “Fuck you, bitch” and kicking the door shut. When Bev asks why he did that, it says: “’I don’t know,” Richie said, but he knew well enough.” Take that as you will. 

There are other things that make people ship them, including the amount of things in the book that point to Eddie being gay, as well as some moments they had in previous versions of the movie scripts. If you want me to make separate posts for those lmk! 

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Literally out of Cary Fukunaga/Chase Palmer’s 2015 IT script

Eddie: My arm, I think its-

He howls as Richie boosts him up the chute.

Pennywise: Don’t touch the other boys, Richie

Horrified, Richie looks back at Pennywise digging his way out of the coal.

Pennywise: Don’t or they’ll know your secret

#reddie #reddie analysis

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Richie's still knocking them dead. He's got a part in a movie. He co-stars with a guy... the lucky seven could tell you looks like Eddie Kaspbrak.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it miniseries #it 1990 #it stephen king #it muschietti #it andy muschietti #richie x eddie #eddie x richie #it chapter one #it chapter two #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #it 2 #it 2017 #it 2019 #richie eddie #eddie richie #reddie quotes #reddie is real #reddie is canon #eddie it #richie it #reddie analysis #it movies #jack dylan grazer #james ransone #finn wolfhard #bill hader

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Richie & Eddie in IT (2017) Dir. Andrés Muschietti

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*Bev and Ben having a moment on the stairs*

Richie:

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I NEED TO SHARE THIS HERE BC MY BRAIN IS EXPLODING. i was watching it and i just realized the shape of pennywise balloons (Inverted triangle) and now everything makes sense, pennywise wanted to scare them and he was with their deepest fears: their sexuality. As we already know, Derry is so homophobic so it makes perfect sense that their biggest fear is coming out.

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Man-Crush Monday

"Men just do that, Myra," Helen told her flippantly over their brunch mimosas. "They get guy-crushes on celebrities. It's some macho, power-fantasy thing. It's normal."

And, okay, maybe it was normal, in general, but of all the celebrities for Eddie to develop said guy-crush on, did it have to be some scruffy, raunchy, dirty, stand up comedian?

Myra didn't...get stand-up comedy. Why would anyone want to pay money to have someone stand up alone on a stage and tell you dirty and vaguely insulting made-up stories? Time and money would be so much better spent on something actually personally enriching, like a ballet, or a concert!

Richie Tozier had, unfortunately, been an annoyingly consistent and irritating presence in her husband's life for as long as they had been together. He'd drag them to his mediocre, misogynistic movies, he'd spend an absurd amount of money on tickets to his shows, he'd commandeer the TV at night to watch the same movies and shows he had seen a million times already.

Eddie's Richie Tozier obsession was a skidmark on the otherwise pristine surface of her husband's character, and she had no qualms about letting him know just as much.

"I just think he's funny," he would explain, like it was no big deal to be shelling out hundreds of dollars on floor seat tickets to his newest New York show. "I enjoy his stuff. I don't understand your interest in daytime soap operas, this is just like that."

Myra didn't agree, but she also knew enough to know that fighting it wasn't going to get her anywhere, so she dropped it, choosing to ignore it, and focus instead on all of Eddie's more respectable qualities.

And then he went to Maine and came back with a hole in his face and divorce papers in his hand.

"We're coming by to pick up my things today," he told her over the phone, a week later. Short, curt, unfeeling. So unlike the man she married.

"We?" she seethed. "So there is someone else?"

Eddie sighed. "I—" Groan. "Yes. Okay? Yes, there is someone else, and they are coming with me to pick up my stuff. Just remember, I'm the one you're mad at, okay? I'm the one who is asking to leave. Leave them out of this."

Myra made no promises, waiting tensely on the couch for the doorknob to rattle and Eddie and this tramp of his to walk into her house.

Imagine her surprise when in through the door came Richie fucking Tozier.

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POV: you're Richie Tozier

sorry for having a huge cock and correct opinions on everything. as if it’s my fault.

#richie tozier #richie it #it #it stephen king #stephen king #it chapter one #it chapter two #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #reddie #eddie kaspbrak

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Direct Quotes: Richie’s Bisexuality in the Book

Richie and girls

• Looking at a dirty magazine with girls in it and getting turned on.

as Richie Tozier was sneaking a look at the half-undressed girls in a copy of Gem he had found at the bottom of his father’s socks-and-underwear drawer and getting a regular good boner

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• His attraction to Beverly.

Richie liked Bev a lot. Well, he liked her, but not that way. He admired her looks (and knew he wasn’t alone—girls like Sally Mueller and Greta Bowie hated Beverly like fire, still too young to understand how they could have everything else so easily … and still have to compete in the matter of looks with a girl who lived in one of those slummy apartments on Lower Main Street), but mostly he liked her because she was tough and had a really good sense of humor. Also, she usually had cigarettes. He liked her, in short, because she was a good guy. Still, he had once or twice caught himself wondering what color underwear she was wearing under her small selection of rather faded skirts, and that was not the sort of thing you wondered about the other guys, was it?

And, Richie had to admit, she was one hell of a pretty guy.

[…]

“Hi, Richie,” Bev said, and when she turned toward him he saw a purple-blackish bruise on her right cheek, like the shadow of a crow’s wing. He was again struck by her good looks … only it occurred to him now that she might actually be beautiful. It had never really occurred to him until that moment that there might be beautiful girls outside of the movies, or that he himself might know one. Perhaps it was the bruise that allowed him to see the possibility of her beauty—an essential contrast, a particular flaw which first drew attention to itself and then somehow defined the rest: the gray-blue eyes, the naturally red lips, the creamy unblemished child’s skin. There was a tiny spray of freckles across her nose.

[…]

She leaned against Richie’s shoulder for a moment and Richie had just time to reflect that her touch, and the sensation of her lightly carried weight, was not exactly unpleasant.

[…]

Her eyes, that fine clear shade of blue-gray, turned up to his. They were coolly amused. She pretended to primp her hair and asked him, “Oh dear, am I being asked out on a date?”

For a moment Richie was uncharacteristically flustered. He actually felt a blush rising in his cheeks. He had made the offer in a perfectly natural way, just as he had made it to Ben … except hadn’t he said something to Ben about owesies? Yes. But he hadn’t said anything about owesies to Beverly.

Richie suddenly felt a bit weird. He had dropped his eyes, retreating from her amused glance, and realized now that her skirt had ridden up a bit when she shifted forward to drop the ice-cream cone in the litter barrel, and he could see her knees. He raised his eyes but that was no help; now he was looking at the beginning swells of her bosoms.

Richie, as he usually did in such moments of confusion, took refuge in absurdity.

“Yes! A date!” he screamed, throwing himself on his knees before her and holding his clasped hands up. “Please come! Please come! I shall ruddy kill meself if you say no, ay-wot? Wot-wot?”

“Oh, Richie, you’re such a fuzzbrain,” she said, giggling again … but weren’t her cheeks also a trifle flushed? If so, it made her look prettier than ever.

[…]

“Sure,” she said. “Thank you very much. Think of it! My first date. Just wait until I write it in my diary tonight.” She clasped her hands together between her budding breasts, fluttered her eyelashes rapidly, and then laughed.

“I wish you’d stop calling it that,” Richie said.

She sighed. “You don’t have much romance in your soul.”

“Damn right I don’t.”

But he felt somehow delighted with himself. The world seemed suddenly very clear to him, and very friendly. He found himself glancing sideways at her from time to time. She was looking in the shop windows—at the dresses and nightgowns in Cornell-Hopley’s, at the towels and pots in the window of the Discount Barn, and he stole glances at her hair, the line of her jaw. He observed the way her bare arms came out of the round holes of her blouse. He saw the edge of her slip strap. All of these things delighted him.

[…]

Bev spotted daisies growing on the riverbank and picked one. She held it first under Richie’s chin and then under Ben’s chin to see if they liked butter. She said they both did. As she held the flower under their chins, each was conscious of her light touch on their shoulders and the clean scent of her hair.

[…]

She scolded Richie all the time they were picking them up again, and Richie joked and screeched in many Voices, and thought to himself how beautiful she was.

—

• The full story of his ex-girlfriend Sandy and his vasectomy.

“Well,” Richie was saying, “I could make this long and sad or I could give you the Blondie and Dagwood comic-strip version, but I’ll settle for something in the middle. The year after I moved out to California I met a girl, and we fell pretty hard for each other. Started living together. She was on the pill at first, but it made her feel sick almost all the time. She talked about getting an IUD, but I wasn’t too crazy about that—the first stories about how they might not be completely safe were just starting to come out in the papers.

“We had talked a lot about kids, and had pretty well decided we didn’t want them even if we decided to legalize the relationship. Irresponsible to bring kids into such a shitty, dangerous, overpopulated world … and blah-blah-blah, babble-babble-babble, let’s go out and put a bomb in the men’s room of the Bank of America and then come on back to the crashpad and smoke some dope and talk about the difference between Maoism and Trotskyism, if you see what I mean.

“Or maybe I’m being too hard on both of us. Shit, we were young and reasonably idealistic. The upshot was that I got my wires cut, as the Beverly Hills crowd puts it with their unfailing vulgar chic. The operation went with no problem and I had no adverse aftereffects.

[…]

“Sandy and I lived together for two and a half years,” Richie went on. “Came really close to getting married twice. As things turned out, I guess we saved ourselves a lot of heartache and all that community-property bullshit by keeping it simple. She got an offer to join a corporate law-firm in Washington around the same time I got an offer to come to KLAD as a weekend jock—not much, but a foot in the door. She told me it was her big chance and I had to be the most insensitive male chauvinist oinker in the United States to be dragging my feet, and furthermore she’d had it with California anyway. I told her I also had a chance. So we thrashed it out, and we trashed each other out, and at the end of all the thrashing and trashing Sandy went.

“About a year after that I decided to try and get the vasectomy reversed. No real reason for it, and I knew from the stuff I’d read that the chances were pretty spotty, but I thought what the hell.”

“You were seeing someone steadily then?” Bill asked.

“No—that’s the funny part of it,” Richie said, frowning. “I just woke up one day with this … I dunno, this hobbyhorse about getting it reversed.”

“You must have been nuts,” Eddie said. “General anesthetic instead of a local? Surgery? Maybe a week in the hospital afterward?”

“Yeah, the doctor told me all of that stuff,” Richie replied. “And I told him I wanted to go ahead anyway. I don’t know why. The doc asked me if I understood the aftermath of the operation was sure to be painful while the result was only going to be a coin-toss at best. I said I did. He said okay, and I asked him when—my attitude being the sooner the better, you know. So he says hold your horses, son, hold your horses, the first step is to get a sperm sample just to make sure the reversal operation is necessary. I said, ‘Come on, I had the exam after the vasectomy. It worked.’ He told me that sometimes the vasa reconnected spontaneously. ‘Yo mamma!’ I says. ‘Nobody ever told me that.’ He said the chances were very small—infinitesimal, really—but because the operation was so serious, we ought to check it out. So I popped into the men’s room with a Frederick’s of Hollywood catalogue and jerked off into a Dixie cup—”

“Beep-beep, Richie,” Beverly said.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Richie said. “The part about the Frederick’s catalogue is a lie—you never find anything that good in a doctor’s office. Anyway, the doc called me three days later and asked me which I wanted first, the good news or the bad news.

“ ‘Gimme the good news first,’ I said.

“ ‘The good news is the operation won’t be necessary,’ he said. ‘The bad news is that anybody you’ve been to bed with over the last two or three years could hit you with a paternity suit pretty much at will.’

“ ‘Are you saying what I think you’re saying?’ I asked him.

“ ‘I’m telling you that you aren’t shooting blanks and haven’t been for quite awhile now,’ he said. ‘Millions of little wigglies in your sperm sample. Your days of going gaily in bareback with no questions asked have temporarily come to an end, Richard.’

“I thanked him and hung up. Then I called Sandy in Washington.

“ ‘Rich!’ she says to me,” and Richie’s voice suddenly became the voice of this girl Sandy whom none of them had ever met. It was not an imitation or even a likeness, exactly; it was more like an auditory painting. “ ‘It’s great to hear from you! I got married!’

“ ‘Yeah, that’s great,’ I said. ‘You should have let me know. I would have sent you a blender.’

“She goes, ‘Same old Richie, always full of gags.’

“So I said ‘Sure, same old Richie, always full of gags. By the way, Sandy, you didn’t happen to have a kid or anything after you left L.A., did you? Or maybe an unscheduled d and c, or something?’

“ ‘That gag isn’t so funny, Rich,’ she said, and I had a brainwave that she was getting ready to hang up on me, so I told her what happened. She started laughing, only this time it was real hard—she was laughing the way I always used to laugh with you guys, like somebody had told her the world’s biggest bellybuster. So when she finally starts slowing down I ask her what in God’s name is funny. ‘It’s just so wonderful,’ she said. ‘This time the joke’s on you. After all these years the joke is finally on Records Tozier. How many bastards have you sired since I came east, Rich?’

“ ‘I take it that means you still haven’t experienced the joys of motherhood?’ I ask her.

“ ‘I’m due in July,’ she says. ‘Were there any more questions?”

“ ‘Yeah,’ I go. ‘When did you change your mind about the immorality of bringing children into such a shitty world?’

“ ‘When I finally met a man who wasn’t a shit,’ she answers, and hangs up.”

Bill began to laugh. He laughed until tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Richie said. “I think she cut it off quick so she’d really get the last word, but she could have hung on the line all day. I know when I’ve been aced. I went back to the doctor a week later and asked him if he could be a little clearer on the odds against that sort of spontaneous regeneration. He said he’d talked with some of his colleagues about the matter. It turned out that in the three-year period 1980–82, the California branch of the AMA logged twenty-three reports of spontaneous regeneration. Six of those turned out to be simply botched operations. Six others were either hoaxes or cons—guys looking to take a bite out of some doctor’s bank account. So … eleven real ones in three years.”

“Eleven out of how many?” Beverly asked.

“Twenty-eight thousand six hundred and eighteen,” Richie said calmly.

Silence around the table.

“So I went and beat Irish Sweepstakes odds,” Richie said, “and still no kid to show for it. That give you any good chucks, Eds?”

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Richie and boys

• Conscious of looking queer in public.

Alarmed, Richie put an arm around Bill’s shoulders (after taking a quick glance around to make sure no one who might mistake them for a couple of fagolas was looking).

“You’re okay,” he said. “You’re okay, Billy, right? Come on. Turn off the waterworks.”

“I didn’t wuh-wuh-want h-him t-to g-g-get kuh-hilled!” Bill sobbed. “TH-THAT WUH-WUH-WASN��T ON MY M-M-M-MIND AT UH-UH-ALL!”

“Christ, Billy, I know it wasn’t,” Richie said. “If you’d wanted to scrub him, you woulda pushed him downstairs or something.” Richie patted Bill’s shoulder clumsily and gave him a hard little hug before letting go. “Come on, quit bawlin, okay? You sound like a baby.”

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• Checking out Bill’s shoulders and back and describing him as handsome.

Looking at Bill’s back, which was amazingly broad for a boy of eleven-going-on-twelve, watching it work under the duffel coat, the shoulders slanting first one way and then the other as he shifted his weight from one pedal to the other, Richie suddenly became sure that they were invulnerable … they would live forever and ever. Well … perhaps not they, but Bill would. Bill had no idea of how strong he was, how somehow sure and perfect.

[…]

Bill was here, and Bill would take care; Bill would not let things get out of control. He was the tallest of them, and surely the most handsome.

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• His relationship with Eddie and his love for him.

Richie came bopping down to the stream, glanced at Ben with some interest, and then pinched Eddie’s cheek.

“Don’t do that! I hate it when you do that, Richie.”

“Ah, you love it, Eds,” Richie said, and beamed at him.

[…]

“Oh—you mean it was your idea, Eds? Jesus, I’m sorry.” He fell down in front of Eddie and began salaaming wildly again.

“Get up, stop it, you’re splattering mud on me!” Eddie cried.

Richie jumped to his feet a second time and pinched Eddie’s cheek. “Cute, cute, cute!” Richie exclaimed.

“Stop it, I hate that!”

[…]

“They’ll all pinch my cheek and tell me how much I’ve grown,” Eddie said.

“That’s cause they know how cute you are, Eds—just like me. I saw what a cutie you were the first time I met you.”

“Sometimes you’re really a turd, Richie.”

“It takes one to know one, Eds, and you know em all.”

[…]

“This wise man,” Richie said, “told me this: ‘No matter how much you squirm and dance, the last two drops go in your pants.’ And that’s why there’s so much cancer in the world, Eddie my love.”

[…]

“Put him down,” Beverly said. “He can stay here.”

“It’s too dark,” Richie sobbed. “You know … it’s too dark. Eds … he …”

“No, it’s okay,” Ben said. “Maybe this is where he’s supposed to be. I think maybe it is.”

They put him down, and Richie kissed Eddie’s cheek. Then he looked blindly up at Ben. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Come on, Richie.”

Richie got up and turned toward the door. “Fuck you, Bitch!” he cried suddenly, and kicked the door shut with his foot. It made a solid chukking sound as it closed and latched.

“Why’d you do that?” Beverly asked.

“I don’t know,” Richie said, but he knew well enough.

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How IT manifests itself to Richie

• Sees himself as the werewolf, who is partly a man and partly a monster that can’t help the way he is.

The movies were great. The Teenage Frankenstein was suitably gross. The Teenage Werewolf was somehow scarier, though … perhaps because he also seemed a little sad. What had happened wasn’t his own fault. There was this hypnotist who had fucked him up, but the only reason he’d been able to was that the kid who turned into the werewolf was full of anger and bad feelings. Richie found himself wondering if there were many people in the world hiding bad feelings like that. Henry Bowers was just overflowing with bad feelings, but he sure didn’t bother hiding them.

[…]

Richie chanced a glance behind him as he flung himself onto the package carrier and saw the Werewolf crossing the lawn toward them, less than twenty feet away now. Blood and slobber mixed on its high-school jacket. White bone gleamed through its pelt about the right temple. There were white smudges of sneezing powder on the sides of its nose. And Richie saw two other things which seemed to complete the horror. There was no zipper on the thing’s jacket; instead there were big fluffy orange buttons, like pompoms. The other thing was worse. It was the other thing that made him feel as if he might faint, or just give up and let it kill him. A name was stitched on the jacket in gold thread, the kind of thing you could get done down at Machen’s for a buck if you wanted it.

Stitched on the bloody left breast of the Werewolf’s jacket, stained but readable, were the words RICHIE TOZIER.

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• IT chooses to taunt him with Beverly and Eddie.

“You hear me, Richie? Bring your yo-yo. Have Beverly wear a big full skirt with four or five petticoats underneath. Have her wear her husband’s ring around her neck! Get Eddie to wear his saddle-shoes! We’ll play some bop, Richie! We’ll play AAALLLL THE HITS!”

—

The final verdict? Richie Tozier is bi as fuck.

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one if my favourite eddie kaspbrak hcs is that frank kaspbrak was spanish, so eddie is half spanish and can speak it fluently

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4 years ago richie and eddie drilled a little hole in my brain and just set up shop there and normally they just sit there but sometimes they make a little ruckus and i'm forced to think about them

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I also want to say that Richie Tozier definitely watched When Harry Met Sally and it's his secret favorite chick flick of all times but it gets uhhh complicated (?) with time??

Like his favorite quote is You look like a normal person but actually you are the angel of death because that's how Eddie talks to him BUT he goes with the Sheldon joke when somebody asks cause it's cooler and not sappy

Also he believes every single hetero stereotype in the movie and has a Phase™ where he quotes them to people so they think he's a relationship expert (except no one actually does)

The problems start when he remembers Eddie as an adult and he can't watch the movie again without feeling awkwardly called upon because—er—

HARRY: The first time we met we hated each other. SALLY: You didn’t hate me, I hated you. (beat) And the second time we met, you didn’t even remember me.

Sooo he def has this whole Epiphany moment where he understands why this was his fav romcom as a kid and thinks back on the whole banter thing and the "i'm difficult", "you're challenging" stuff and the fact that Harry and Sally don't see each other for several years before they know, which—hmmm, sounds kinda familiar, right?

And he'd never admit it but he's a big sap and he always turns off the tv when he gets to this part:

All I'm saying is that somewhere out there is the man you are supposed to marry. And if you don't get him first, somebody else will, and you'll have to spend the rest of your life knowing that somebody else is married to your husband.

So, yeah, complicated relationship. Basically he hates the movie now

We all know Richie Tozier doesn't actually hate romcoms and chick flicks, he SAYS he does but he doesn't really, bc those kinds of movies just give him ideas for really cute things he can do to flirt with annoy Eddie

#richie tozier #richie tozier headcanon #richie tozier headcanons #richie tozier hc #richie tozier hcs #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #it chapter 2 #it chapter 1 #it chapter one #it chapter two #it stephen king #when harry met sally #i'm just so angry at this movie when i think of it chapter 2 richie #also there should be a lgbtq+ remake #because IMAGINE how many rules against getting together there would be #and stereotypes to make jokes about #richie would definitely watch it

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I also cried. But I know why

Sometime during the 27 years, Richie has a dream where he sees Eddie again. He doesn't know that it's Eddie at first, but he gets the feeling that this is someone he knows. Richie asks him for his name and dream Eddie rolls his eyes and says "very funny, Trashmouth" before running away from him. Richie gasps when he hears the nickname and runs after him. Richie catches up to Eddie and immediately starts asking him questions about how he knows him, but Eddie won't answer any of them. Richie gets frustrated at Eddie's silence and starts yelling at him, "Can you please just tell me who you are? Why do you look so familiar? Why can't I remember you?" Richie is sobbing by the end of the last question. After a minute of silence, he hears the other man say "You really don't remember me, Rich?" He opens his eyes and stares at the other man and takes in his appearance. "Eds?" He whispers, Eddie nods and starts to say "You know I hat-" but he's cut off by Richie hugging him. Richie hugs Eddie tightly and begins apologizing for forgetting him, Eddie hugs him back and tells him that it's ok. Eventually, Eddie pulls away from Richie to let him know that their time is almost up. Richie pulls him back in and asks him to stay, but Eddie tells him that he can't and that it's time for them to go. "Will I see you again?" he asks still holding on to Eddie. "I don't know, Rich" Eddie answers. Richie nods in understanding and loosens his grip on Eddie so that he can step away. Eddie gives him one last hug before stepping away from him. "Promise me you won't forget me" he hears Eddie say. "Eddie, my love, you know I could never forget you" Eddie laughs and then starts sobbing. Richie tries to reach out to him, but it's too late, Eddie's already gone.

Richie wakes up crying. He doesn't know why.

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can you recommend some good teen reddie fics? i've been a sucker for those recently!

You can find all of our rec’d high school reddie fics here, and some slow burn reddie high school fics here! A list of canon-compliant 13-14 year old reddie is here. 

If you’re ever looking for a specific age or trope in the future, be sure to check out our fic tags first to see if we already have what you’re looking for! :) 

Some great teen reddie oneshots are-

Worst Enemy by endversed || Teen

Richie finds out that Eddie has had his first kiss and promptly freaks the fuck out, needing to know who the fuck the guy is.

For the life of him, he can’t figure out quite why he’s so desperate to know.

with a storm in his eyes by @devilstrip || Teen

“You’re wasting your hatred,” she says almost instantly. “Eddie is clearly still head over heels for you.”

There’s that word again. Still.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“God, Richie.” Beverly says. “How fucking blind can you be?”

He waits for her to elaborate, but all she does is stare at him.

“Are you going to explain, orrrr?”

“Honestly, Rich, if you can’t tell that Eddie still wants you after all these years, then I don’t know how to help you.”

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or the one where richie gets drunk and finally realizes how deep his feelings for eddie run.[feat. beverly and richie as best friends and a lot of alcohol]

say what you mean (out loud) by @edsbrak || Teen

Richie can’t help it when something heavy refuses to leave his stomach, something relentless and daunting. He looks at Eddie and can’t help but want, can’t help but need, watching this boy watch the stars and thinking he would be happy to spend the rest of his life just like this, right here standing next to him.Or, Richie realizes he likes Eddie and promptly goes through the five stages of grief.

The Universal Law of Reddie by freshli || Teen

Richie has always understood the universe and all of its scientific truths: he knew that things that go up, must also come down. He knew that the moon rotated around the earth.

He also knew that there has never been a moment in his life where he was not in love with Eddie Kaspbrak. And because the Losers function on some higher plane of existence, they all seemed to know too.

This is a childhood story of understanding how deep your feelings really go and learning to love with everything you have.

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i'm literally crying

richie on stage: I came across this twitter account that was just thirst tweets about me. guess there was a gap in the market for middle aged, weird looking dad like bi dudes. there was one that said ‘I’d sit on richie tozier’s face just to shut him the fuck up’ which was nice. then I saw my husband retweeted it and said ‘doesn’t work’

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this is very Richie Tozier/Reddie