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neverwasreddie · 1 year

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thinking about writing angst™️ fics but for now until I actually write them full length here’s at least one headcanon:

Headcanon that eddie’s memories are slower to arrive (maybe that’s a plot relevant point, maybe not) but Richie remembers everything, like, right away, including “oh fuck eddie kaspbrak I’m in love with you,” whereas eddie is more so like “oh it’s my friends from childhood” but everything else is a little vague

So while richie is coming to terms with the fact that this is eddie kaspbrak the love of his goddamn life, eddie is walking and talking with one of the others basically saying shit like “can’t believe I have to deal with richie tozier again…”

And the other Loser is like ???? wat. And Eddie’s like “yeah??? I don’t remember much but all the glimpses of memory I’m getting, richie and I hated each other!” Because all his memory flashes are richie making annoying jokes about fucking Eddie’s mom, or pinching Eddie’s cheeks while eddie slaps him away, or the two of them shoving each other out of the hammock, and all of it is adding up in Eddie’s mind as wow, for some reason richie and I must have really hated each other, and he can’t figure it out but it’s the only thing that makes sense. Maybe as a group they’d all been close, but you can’t be best friends with every person in a 7-kid squad, so maybe he and Richie just tolerated each other for the sake of the group, but deep down beneath their squabbles their animosity ran deep.

It makes him irritable and hostile around Richie now, because Richie’s either making stupid fucking jokes about Eddie’s job or wife or sacrificing him, like, fuck off, dickwad. OR, and even worse, he’s overcompensating by, like, hanging way too close to eddie and watching him way too long and lingering like he’s waiting for eddie to say something to him, and eddie can’t figure it out because he’s got nothing to say to the guy, this raunchy dude he barely remembers.

It’s not until he sees richie in the deadlights and finds himself doing anything to get Pennywise’s attention to pull Richie out of danger that he realizes oh, wait, fuck, we were always just messing around with each other. We never hated each other, he was my best friend.

And it’s not until richie is rolling eddie out of the way and taking the full brunt of Pennywise’s claw through his chest, splattering his blood all over Eddie, that it hits eddie full force: oh, fuck, Richie loved me.

Loves, present tense.

Only now, maybe, loved, past tense again.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 2 #reddie hc #reddie fic #reddie ficlet #reddie angst #it stephen king #it 2019

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darkcrowprincess · 3 days

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Richie seeing Eddie's ghost post it chapter two.

#angst #crying 😢#reddie #the perks of being a wallflower #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #richie seeing eddie everywhere after his death #Is it his ghost #Or just in his head?#You pick #richie x eddie #it #it chapter two #it chapter 2 #stephen king #reddie angst

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liv45no · 1 year

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“I know your secret, your dirty little secret,” It sang, repeating that line before landing on the ground. It tilted its head, piercing Richie with its yellow eyes. “Should I tell them, Richie?”

Richie felt his inner storm intensifying, coming to its final, worst point - in where Richie would break down. Richie Tozier, the goof, the joker, the trashmouth, the smart ass, the one who never shuts up would break down.

‘It knows,’ Richie then thought, panic spreading in his chest, ‘It knows about me. It knows all about me.’

The one and only hope left that Richie had clamped to; Pennywise not finding out about him because he knew It could and would use that knowledge against him whenever It liked. For a long time Richie had only feared the people around him would find out - then he had run into that monster and now he was praying to god It would never know.

Something in Richie’s mind shattered into a million pieces, the window got opened - a memory. He saw small Eddie Kaspbrak before him, crying, sweating, holding his weirdly twisted arm. He saw him and at the same time he didn’t. He felt that need to squat down and protect Eddie, to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt again. And not like his crazy mother, like that psychotic Mrs K, no. Richie wouldn’t suffocate Eddie with his love, he would replace his inhaler. He would give him space, he would stay as close to him as possible, hell, he’d do anything Eddie needed.

Richie felt his fingers, those small bony pale fingers that he no longer owned (they were now marked by color and hardness and roughness), but stopped right above Eddie’s fragile arm.

Don’t touch the other boys, Richie. Don’t, or they’ll know your secret.

It hit him like a wave, throwing him back into the moment, into his adult body, into the ugly reality, to the spot he didn’t want to be. He blinked - and as if time had done him a favor, the world began to breathe again. The seconds went on, the hours passed, and Pennywise was still there. Richie squeezed his eyes shut.

#that’s what my head said when i first saw a clip of that scene #hadn’t even watched the movie yet #but still #itmovie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #richie x eddie #reddie #it writing #reddie angst #my writing #it 2019

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rwprincess · 2 years

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"Untitled Poly Reddie Smutfic (TM)": Part Seven

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.5k

Synopsis: Richie seeks out Eddie to apologize and hopes to get your relationship back on track.

CW: angst: anger, jealousy, arguing; swearing; talk of previous sexual relationship

There was a sudden rap at Eddie's door. Really, it could only be Y/N or Richie; no one else ever bothered to visit him. He had already told Y/N not to come here, that her boyfriend had to take the first step. Although he perked up at the thought that maybe she ignored that demand, one he hadn't really meant. While he wanted an apology from Richie, he still missed her and some dumb, latent romantic part of him hoped she'd land on his doorstep, begging for him. Then the knock came as the tune 'Shave and a Haircut.' Richie.

Eddie sighed and lugged himself over to the door. Even though he had requested this, he didn't really know what to say to Richie, or rather, what he wanted Richie to say. He was still upset; in all these years, this was probably the shadiest and most underhanded thing Richie had ever done. Nonetheless, he opened the door.

Richie had been poised to start another knock, thinking what tune could escalate the urgency of Eddie opening up, then he quickly floundered backward in surprise. He falsely tried to look suave, leaning his forearm against the doorframe, "I heard you were looking for me?" He asked and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Not so much. But you're here now. I'm assuming you have something to say?"

"You know me. Always." Richie's eyes sparkled with the joke but Eddie's set jaw told him that the latter was having none of it today. Eddie cleared a space for Richie to enter the small apartment, and Richie hastily did so. They both stood in awkward silence for a moment.

"So…talk." Eddie urged, impatiently. Richie didn't just come here to stand in his living room/kitchen/dining area not knowing what to do with his hands.

"I don't really know where to start, to be honest." Richie admitted and Eddie gave another eye roll. "C'mon! You know I don't plan my speeches. They just happen because I never shut up. Okay, I guess first of all, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't come by sooner--"

"Or call." Eddie reminded him, even though Richie was getting to that.

"Or even call. Regardless of the situation, I shouldn't leave you alone that long. You're important to me and you should know that."

"It's pretty damn impossible to tell where I stand with you, Rich." Eddie folded his arms over his chest and took a step back, guarding himself physically from the hurt he felt emotionally.

"Eds, you have always been my best friend. My little Eddie Spaghetti," Richie cooed and Eddie cut him off again.

"I told you a million times when we were kids not to call me that. And don't try to be funny. For once in your fucking life, be serious. Have a serious conversation with me if you want to fix this."

Richie gulped, put in his place. He couldn't use the one defense mechanism he had learned to cope with…well, life. "Sorry about that, too." He mumbled. "I don't know how to handle…serious stuff. I push it down or make a joke. I mean, you know that, obviously. But---shit, this is really hard for me.”

"Fine, then answer my question instead: what the fuck is wrong with you? I mean, what happened? You asked me to spend the night and were all sweet and doting and then we have like a date night all together and you completely flipped?! You kept saying weird, snarky shit all night. I thought it was all in my head until you asked Y/N if she belonged to you. You went from calling her 'our girl' to demanding she say you're the one and only? While I'm there?! I know you know how much that had to hurt. In fact, I'm sure that's why you did it! So, seriously, man, what the fuck?!"

"Wow. Uh, yeah. I mean, nailed it on the head, Ed. I…I talked about it with Y/N and that's exactly what I was doing. And I don't have a good excuse. But…it all boiled down to me being jealous. Shocker, I know, right? Richie Trashmouth couldn't handle not being the center of attention and let his smart mouth ruin a good thing. Like that's never happened before."

"Jealous of what? You literally asked me to have sex with you and your girlfriend, or rather, had her ask me. And then extended that into a sort of relationship. So what do you have to be envious about?"

"Because, that night, I could see that I screwed myself over!" Richie cried out in exasperation. "I realized how good you two looked together, were together. And I just felt completely out of place and unneeded. It felt like I'd set up the two people I wanted most. It was really selfish and I tried to just shove the feeling down and instead of objecting in the moment or talking about it in a healthy way, I tried to take control in an asshole way and make you jealous."

"Yeah. It was definitely an asshole move. What, you wanted me to feel how you were feeling? Left out? Unnecessary?"

"Maybe subconsciously. I don't know." Richie looked down at the ground. It was hard enough to admit all of his flaws out loud, even more so when he was looking at Eddie's dark, pained eyes.

"I don't know if we can fix this." Eddie said softly after a moment. "I…I miss you. Both of you. But it hurts to even think about seeing you two again."

"I don't know what to do, either. But I know that I want you in my life. We want you back. Y/N was the catalyst in getting me to come here. She made me swallow my pride and told me to 'fix it,'" Richie made air quotes and then sighed, "I don't know if we can just put the cat in the bag again and be just friends?" He looked up at Eddie again and took a step towards him, a little hopeful. Eddie's hardset expression immediately killed that dream.

“I’m sorry, Rich, but I love her,” the latter sucked in a deep breath at this confession; it was quick and stung his lungs. “I don’t know if I knew it to begin with, and maybe I should have been more upfront about it, but…a part of me just assumed you knew. I assumed that was why you had her ask me in the first place, because you knew I couldn’t say no.”

“Did…did you only say yes to be with her?” Richie hated asking the question, but he had to know the truth, even if it made him sick to his stomach.

After a long pause filled with consideration, Eddie replied honestly. “No. It was a factor, of course but---but I’d also been thinking about how I feel about you and trying to figure that out.” This caused Richie’s heart to jackhammer.

“What’s the consensus?”

“Jury’s still out, dickhead. It changes all the time because I can’t read you. I don’t know what you’re really thinking: if you’re sincere or playing some kind of head game for a power trip.”

“Eddie, it’s never been a game. I mean, I have always been sincere and have genuine feelings for you.” He brought his hand up to Eddie’s face, a palm against his cheek to emphasize his point, his thumb stroking softly along the sharp cheekbone underneath. “I think they’ve always been there, long before I even met Y/N. I just didn’t know how to cope with them, so I didn’t. And I guess I’m still doing that: pushing those feelings down and pushing you away instead of dealing with it head-on. I’m afraid of what you’ll think, what you’ll say.” His dark eyes flicked back and forth behind his lenses, searching Eddie’s face for some unwritten truth, “But that’s just bitten me in the ass. I almost lost you.”

“Don’t be so sure you haven’t.” Eddie said, pursing his lips together tightly, trying to contain a smile just below the surface.

“Eddie, please don’t fuck around with me on this.” Richie said in the most serious, authentic tone Eddie had ever heard him use.

“Okay,” he said back softly, intent just as pure.

“How do you feel? About me? Are we…is this done or can you give me a second chance.”

“It’s more like the thousandth chance with all your fuck ups over the years.” Eddie replied and Richie winced, closing his eyes and making his lashes meet harshly. “But…that’s never stopped me before. I think I’ll always come back to you, Rich. I need you. For some dumbass reason or another.” He placed a reassuring hand over Richie’s as it still palmed his cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” Richie asked after a moment, processing Eddie’s confession, his heart aflutter and so much lighter from it. Eddie nodded and Richie didn’t waste a second pressing their lips together. As they had done countless times, over many years before, in different ways, Richie crashed into Eddie.

#poly reddie #polyamourous #reddie #reddie x reader #richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #richie x reader x eddie #richie x eddie x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #eddie x reader #eddie kaspbrak #it stephen king #it fanfic #series #angst #reddie angst

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cherriiramen · 7 months

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I will never be able to explain the sheer feeling of comfort I get when I indulge so deeply in this absolutely heart wrenching tragic couple that I become so sad for them to the point where I’m like: ‘fuck it, that’s enough angst for a while’. And then I create them the happily-ever-after they never got to have, in my silly little head.

Tfym ‘___’ died??? No they didn’t!! They’re STILL ALIVE!!

In fact, right now the two of them are sitting in a the comfiest armchair by the toastiest fire and in the cosiest little oak cottage ever, snogging and reminiscing their past with smiles and happy tears like it was nothing but an adventure, a rollercoaster of a dream they’d woken up from. And now they’re happily married with matching rings on their fingers and a hell of a story to tell their future kids.

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frizz-bee-2 · 5 months

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nightmares and confort.. (they love each other sm <3) here they are like 13 or 14

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #it 2017 #it movie #it #losers club #it 1986 #it 2019 #reddie comic #reddie art #it stephen king #reddie fanart #confort #art #artwork #artists on tumblr #illustration #angst

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gloomy-prince · 2 years

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why'd he have to say it like that tho 😔

#don't usually care about being cringe but i do feel particularly cringe drawing this shit oh well tho sorry guys I'm on an annoying kick #i like angst and gore so obviously i was going to do this #blood #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #clown movie #reddie #gloomy draws #hey at least I'm drawing something that isn't work related i guess lmao

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eddiekaspbrakirlsblog · 9 months

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beautiful boy by John Lennon is so eddie and frank kaspbrak coded

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sorbaisku · 1 year

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He had a bad day at work

#my art #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it 2019 #it #reddie #hehehe angst #i hope it rains milk and they get run over by a truck against a wall #i want to hear the thud #this is based on a sports picture #twitter has convinced me most sports are gay

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fightlikealoserr · 2 months

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is it bad how every time I read a reddie fanfic i expect the writer to full on switch up on me, to say it was all a dream and reddie won’t get there happy ending

#ijustlikeangstig #it chapter two #pennywise #horror #it movie #it #reddie #fanfic #angst #richie tozier

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cyantt-does-stuff · 1 year

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And you say,

"As long as I'm here

No one can hurt you

Don't wanna lie here

But you could learn to

If I could change the way that you see yourself

You wouldn't wonder why you hear

'They don't deserve you'."

#stephen kings it #it 2017 #it 2019 #it chapter one #it chapter two #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #angst

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darkcrowprincess · 11 days

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Random reddie richie angst fic idea I have, doubt I'll ever write it but:

Sonia hears that Eddie is planning to go with Richie to California for UCLA(she was easedropping and going through his stuff). It causes her to snap a little. So the next time Richie comes to visit Eds, Eddie is not home(Mrs Kaspbrak planned it) Mrs Kaspbrak tricks and kidnaps Richie. She hits him over the head and than toss him into the trunk of her car. Richie wakes up in the trunk in the middle of the drive. Mrs Kaspbrak dumps a tied up and concussed Richie alone in the woods. Eddie some how finds out Richie is missing from a worried Maggie. That his mom was the last to see him.

#my thoughts #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #richie angst #it #the losers club

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derry-dyke · 1 year

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No matter who said what to Richie, He always had a comeback. Some sort of rebuttal. Always in trouble with his mother for needing to get the last word in. From the outside, it seemed any insult thrown his way simply bounced off of him. Which wasn't always true, But he kept up his unbothered facade pretty well.

The jabs from his friends, however, truly had never truly bugged him before. Not until recently. They were only teasing. He knew that. He'd always known that. It'd never bothered him before. So, why so suddenly did it sting when Bill or Bev told him to shut up? Or when Stan called him annoying? Usually when he could tell he was getting on Eddie's nerves, He delighted in it. As of lately, Eddie snaps and Richie's whole chest suddenly feels cold. His smile dropping from his face. None of them seemed to notice. Maybe they did like it better when he was quiet. Maybe he really was annoying.

So he got quiet. Uncharacteristically distant over the next few days. Occasionally chiming in with a quip, or a joke about Eddie's mom. He'd never pass up a good opportunity to make a joke about Sonia Kaspbrak. And as per usual, Eddie shut the joke down.

"Gross, Richie! Take it back!"

"No can do, Eddie Spaghetti. Mrs. K is the only one for me." He laughs.

"Ew! That's not even funny! Do you ever stop fuckin' talking? So annoying.."

Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes. Like he'd done a thousand times before when Richie got on his nerves.

Usually, Richie would laugh, crack a few more jokes at Eddie's expense. That isn't what happened this time.

When no response came from Richie, Eddie looked up from where he was grumpily reading a comic book. Richie felt his gaze land on him and looked away just in time to hide the way his lip tugged as he tried not to cry. Not in front of them all.

"I'll uh-- See you guys later."

"Richie--"

"Sorry, Eds. Can't keep Mrs. K waiting."

"..Asshole."

Richie climbed up the ladder and left the clubhouse. The rest of the losers club all looked at each other, all in silent agreement that that was... odd.

The next time it happened, They were all gathered in the clubhouse again. It wasn't uncommon for Richie and Eddie to be pressed into the hammock together. Side by side or across from each other. Sometimes Eddie would climb in after Richie and sit opposite him, or between Richie's legs to read whatever comic he was reading. Other times, Richie would squeeze in beside Eddie, or flop in on top of him. And Eddie would either accept his presence, absent-mindedly adjusting to make room and hold his comic book where Richie could see it. Or sometimes it went more like,

"Oof! Get off of me, assface."

"You know you can't get enough of me, Eds."

"In your dreams."

"Only the fun ones." Richie winks.

"That's disgusting. You're so fuckin' annoying."

Eddie was waiting for hands to come up and pinch his cheeks or ruffle his hair. What he wasn't expecting was for Richie to really sit up off of him. He looked up from his comic book.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting off of you. Sorry."

Eddie blinked, confused. Watching Richie sit back to sit opposite him in the hammock and bury his face in a comic book. He looked around to find the others were watching quietly too. All of them equally confused. A quiet sniffle made their confused expressions shift to ones of concern.

"Richie?"

Don't cry. Don't cry. Do not cry.

"I'm reading, Eddie. This one just came out--"

"You read it yesterday, Dickbrain. Look at me."

"No."

"Are you.. crying?"

"..No."

The hesitation and the waver in Richie's voice reassured no one. Eddie snatched the comic book from him so that he couldn't hide behind it anymore.

"Dude!"

Richie hastily pushed his glasses out of his way to rub at his eyes. Eddie's heart sunk in his chest at the sight.

"You /are/ crying."

"Do you want a fucking sticker or something?"

"No, I want you to talk to us. We care about you."

"Hah. Right. Fuck off."

Eddie frowned. Did Richie.. not believe that they cared? He watched Richie lean forward and put his face in his hands. Their friends had moved closer now. Ben knelt beside the hammock, As if trying to meet Richie's eyes, But his face was covered.

"Richie, What's wrong? What's been bothering you?"

"Nothin', Haystack. I'm totally fine."

Stan rolled his eyes. Leaning against the post that Eddie's side of the hammock was tied to. Bev stood across from him, gently threading her fingers through Richie's hair. Not mentioning the way she felt his body jolt with each silent sob he was choking back. From the way tears began to gather in Eddie's concerned eyes, She could tell he felt it too.

"No, you're not. We can tell something is up. You've been acting weird. You've been.. quiet." Stan pointed out. A broken, humorless laugh came from the boy curled up in the hammock.

"Isn't that what you guys wanted?"

"..What?" Bev's hand paused.

"All you guys do is tell me how fucking annoying I am, and-- not funny and how I talk too much and-- anytime I say anything at all someone tells me to shut up, I just-- I thought--"

Richie's broken voice rambled until he couldn't get any more words out. A broken sob coming from behind his hands. They all looked guilty now.

"Rich-Richie, We're only j-juh-joking. You know that, Don't you?" Bill's voice comes from somewhere behind Richie.

"...Doesn't feel like you guys are joking. Feels like you don't want me around anymore." Richie's voice cracks.

"That's not true. Nobody thinks you're annoying. None of us want you to stop talking to us, or making jokes. Of course we want you here."

Mike chimes in from where he stood beside Stan. Ben's hand rubs Richie's back while Bev's fingers begin to move through his hair again.

"And we /do/ care about you." Stan corrects the way Richie had doubted Eddie's words before.

"We love you. We're sorry." Bev agrees.

It's quiet after that except for the sound of Richie crying into his hands. Everyone looks at each other. Mixtures of guilt and sadness on their faces. Of all of them, Richie was always the least likely to cry in front of them all like this. He was usually the one making everyone else laugh when they were in tears. For a moment, nobody knows what to do.

Eddie is the first to move. Sitting forward in the hammock and prying Richie's hands away from his face.

"Hey--"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry, Richie. I didn't know."

Richie gives in immediately, Allowing himself to be tugged forward into an embrace, crying into Eddie's shoulder. He feels someone take his hand, opening his teary eyes to see Stan standing there, looking guilty.

He closes his eyes again and relishes in the feeling of Eddie holding him, Ben's hand rubbing circles on his back and Bev's fingers in his hair. Squeezing Stan's hand, sniffling when he squeezes back.

"You're the funniest guy I know, Rich. Even the stupid nicknames. And the jokes about my mom."

"Hah.. Remember you said that, Eds."

"I will. But you better soak it in now because you'll never get me to admit it again."

That gets a soft laugh out of Richie, which makes the rest of them smile.

"I almost never mean it when I tell you to shut up." Stan reassures him, thumb running across Richie's knuckles.

"You're gonna regret those words, Uris." Richie tries to joke, sniffling.

"No, I won't. I'm serious." Stan shuts him down, squeezing his hand again. If Stan regrets anything, It's his contribution to Richie feeling this way.

"And we d-duh-don't really th-think you're annoying."

"Alright, Big Bill, You don't have to lie to me. I know I'm annoying. It's okay. Seriously."

"I'm n-not lying."

"We really don't mean it. Who else makes us laugh as hard as you do?" Mike asks. Richie shrugs.

"You make all of us laugh all the time, Rich. It's not fair that we make you feel like this when all you ever wanna do is make us all smile. We had no idea."

Bev murmurs. Richie doesn't have a rebuttal for that. He can feel his composure starting to slip again, sniffling as more tears gather in his eyes. Hiding his face in Eddie's shoulder. Eddie who has yet to let go of him and doesn't seem to want to anytime soon. Richie holds on tighter.

"I get it, guys, I'm fine--"

"We're not saying it just to make you feel better. We're serious. Why didn't you say something?" Ben asks from where he's still rubbing Richie's back. Richie shrugs.

"Didn't think it mattered." His shaky voice answers. They can all tell he's on the verge of tears again.

"Of course it matters." Eddie's voice answers, equally shaky.

"None of us want you to feel that way about yourself. We wouldn't have said those things if we knew you thought we were serious. I didn't mean to hurt you." His voice cracks. Mike rubs his back. As much as Eddie always hated Richie's jokes about his mom, He'd be distraught if there came a day he wouldn't get to hear them anymore.

"Oh, Spaghetti.." Richie frowns. Heart sinking in his chest as he holds Eddie a little closer.

"Don't cry over lil' old me. I'm tough."

"Shut-- Stop it. That isn't the point. Stop deflecting, Jackass. I'm serious. We love you, okay?"

"I--" Richie isn't sure how to respond as he's called out. He stops trying to laugh this off.

"Yeah, Eds. Okay. I love you guys too. I'm sorry."

"We're sorry. Tell me the next time I say something that hurts you. Please."

"I.. Yeah, I will. I promise. I'll say something next time."

They all stayed like that for a few more minutes. Letting Richie know how loved he is, without allowing him to turn the moment into a joke.

Over the next few weeks he noticed the others laughing and smiling at his jokes more often. He noticed that both Stan and Eddie had stopped doing that thing where they feign annoyance and try not to laugh. Not hiding their amusement, or the joy Richie brought them anymore. Nobody called him annoying. And if someone told him to shut up, it was always while they were laughing.

From now on, Richie wouldn't have to wonder whether or not his presence was wanted amongst the Losers Club. They'd never let him wonder again.

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #angst #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #reddie #writing #it art #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #stanley uris #amanda's writing

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