#reddieau

[deepslateemeraldore]

goin’ crazy from the moment i met you

for the @itfandomprompts gift exchange! this is my gift for @a-portable-snack who requested “ (college Au) Losers go to karaoke and Richie sings Untouched by the Veronicas to Eddie drunkenly and Reddie Chaos ensues “! hope you enjoy this!!!

   - 4k words   - Mentions of weed and alcohol   - Mentions of Bill’s past relationship   - Talks of crushes

  Sleepy college towns are never really thought of as anything other than that. They’re small, oftentimes quiet communities, with bands of young adults trying to find their places in the grand scheme of things. There’s heartbreak, love, loss, and on occasion, loud drunken nights singing karaoke obnoxiously and proudly in the shitty little dive bars that offered such sad excuses for attention. Who in their right mind would find such an embarrassing pastime enjoyable?  

   The answer: Eddie Kaspbrak. A rising star in the world of local track and field, and often found running wild with his band of misfits on the weekends (though, to him, the fact that they were misfits is what made their bond so strong). He couldn’t help the image that the town had put together about him, trotting at the heels of the other town losers; Bill Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Stanley Uris, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, and last but not least, Richard Tozier (though, calling him anything besides “Richie” was bound to get you an earful unless you were his mother). 

 If only the judging eyes could see Eddie, laughing himself sick amongst said friends, singing songs that hadn’t been popular since his elementary school years. They’d take turns picking their most hated songs to sing at each other while the recipient of that round would make sour faces at the offender (but secretly, they wouldn’t be upset. They’d think it was the most hilarious thing, only to be replaced by the following week's act of tomfoolery and embarrassment).

 In fact, karaoke had become a sort of group therapy for the clan of friends. It fell into routine after everyone’s first year at college ended with Richie using his newly acquired fake ID to load up the back of Bev’s car with enough beer to last a whole winter. The three drank at Bill’s until their knees went numb, and ended up wandering around downtown for a bit, stumbling into a shitty dive when the need for greasy food set in. By mistake, Bev signed up for karaoke, and the rest is history. Ben came the next time with Mike, who invited Stanley who invited Eddie. The latter of the two had stood solid on their stance of karaoke being dumb and childish until they’d decided to duet to “Total Eclipse of the Heart” in homage to changing majors. Eddie had never felt more alive than in that moment. 

 Over time, the song selection had grown from moody teenage anthems to half-time show routines, before settling comfortably in a genre appealing to only the chaotically single and nostalgically lonely. That’s not to say they were sad songs, oftentimes they were very fun and upbeat songs, but lyrically they could bring a drunk Bill Denbrough to his knees (though that was a very easy task that only required a small amount of hard liquor). 

 However, one particular night at the Bleu Jay will forever have a choke hold on Eddie Kaspbrak’s tender heart. 

 It was an average Saturday in late March, and he and Bev had spent the morning at various craft stores hunting for diploma frames. Bev had graduated the past winter with a BA in Textile and Apparel Studies, immediately accepting an offer to work with the Penobscot Theatre (along with several other theatres in Maine). She became impassioned for the art made by local seamstresses, and it was clear the feeling was mutual as soon as she joined the team. 

 Eddie would be graduating at the end of that spring with a Bachelors in Statistics (although it was assumed he would enroll in a new program for Anatomy and Biology the coming fall), becoming the fourth of his friend group to get his degree. And he was proud of himself, little “Wheezie” Kaspbrak, coddled by his mother until he could break free, going to college against family wishes and proving that he had more to him than what was publicly thought. And it was exhilarating in the same vein, existing outside of his mother's (womb) house. 

 And, as almost every Saturday since becoming legal went, they set out to celebrate with drinks. And karaoke. 

 Mike and Stan arrived first, Bill, Ben, and Richie next, and lastly, Bev and Eddie. The agreed upon meeting time was always seven thirty, and like every Saturday, Bev and Eddie were late. 

 “Man, you guys are s-s-so late,” Bill slurred, sitting shotgun in Ben’s car with the door propped open. Bev hadn’t even put the car park by the time the smell of shitty weed had made itself known. Bev giggled as she opened her door, shooting Eddie a look as if to say “this should be hilarious.” Eddie followed Bev’s lead, opening the door of the ‘99 Camry, careful not to slam the door too hard, and checking that the mirror had not fallen off (again. It was a junk car, but it ran like a dream, Bev would say). 

 “I already sm-smoked all Richie’s weed, Bev.” Bill followed up. Eddie took one solid look at his friend and let out his own little laugh. Mike led everyone from the parking lot into the bar, and after having their IDs checked (they came weekly, at this point you’d think the poor old bouncer wouldn’t care) they made way to their table. It was the only horseshoe booth in the place, furthest away from the bar counter, and the best place to be loud without getting any funny looks from other patrons. They were also the largest group to ever set foot in the dive.

 Mike would always sit in the middle, Stan and Bill on either side of him, Ben then Bev sitting to Stan’s left, Richie then Eddie to Bill’s right. Just like always. Stan ordered the first round of drinks, making sure to order Bill’s Bloody Mary with more tomato juice and less vodka (the conversation outside the bar between he and Richie about Bill being a “One Hit Wonder” went right over the accused’s head, making for a good laugh all around) and Eddie’s Appletini sans garnish. Bev chimed in to ask for a basket of fries, making Stan’s eyes shine bright. 

 “I knew there was a reason we’ve kept you around, Marsh.” He teased, clapping a hand on her shoulder. Ben smiled at the interaction, happy to see the most tense member of their group relaxing so soon into the evening. As soon as the waiter stepped away, small talk grew into a medium rumble, and talk about classes and grad school and professors everyone hated began to snowball. It only got worse as drinks made their way around.

 “I thought Richie said Short was a good head for the theatre department?” Mike asked Bev softly. Before Bev could respond, Richie had butted in. 

 “No, Mikey, I said Short gives good head to the theatre department,” Was Richie’s reply as he knocked back a shot of Jameson and winced. “Everyone loves a good gum job from-“

 “Beep Beep, Richie.” That was Eddie, exasperated having to hear about the old guy for what felt like the hundredth time. Richie turned to his friend, mock hurt, and scoffed. 

 “But Ed’s, you love to hear about me getting all the foxy grandpas and-“ Eddie’s cheeks flushed pink. 

 “I said beep beep, Dick. Shut up.” Richie stared at Eddie meekly as Eddie turned back to the group and picked up his martini. Without missing a beat, he spoke to Bill. 

 “So, are you and Audra on speaking terms now?” The table sat quiet as Eddie spoke, partially because the tone he’d just used was borderline frightening, but also because Richie had never shut up that quickly before. Bev would have to commend him on it later. Bill cleared his throat. 

 “We t-t-talked about it on Wednesday. I went to s-see her after her shift and all was f-fine. She said she’d rather see me h-happy with a guy than mi-miserable with her.” He shrugged, taking a sip of the water Stan had slyly moved closer to him. Bev nodded, as did Ben, Richie, Eddie. Everyone took a drink. Richie cleared his throat.

 “I’m happy for you, man. Really. Growth and all that shit. Mazel tov or whatever.” Everyone laughed save for Stan, who groaned, sinking into the booth. 

 “So, are we tipsy enough to start singing or does the Donner Party minus Bill need another round?” Richie asked, looking around the table. He was met with stares of confusion. 

 “Why are we the Donner Party minus Bill?” Ben inquired trying to connect the dots mentally. 

 “Because Bill fell off the wagon after I let him hit BabySpice in the parking lot.”  Ben nodded, not bothering to inquire further. Bill made a noise of protest, but was too eager to make a fool of himself on the small bar stage to say otherwise. 

 And so the night began. They moved as a herd to the DJ booth, signing their names after finding a song (although, Eddie had to sign Bill’s name and song, seeing as the lightweight was a bit too fucked up to hold the pen properly. Seriously, one hit and half a Bloody Mary?), then retreating back to the booth, awaiting their names being called to the stage when it was time. They had a few more sips and laughs in between.

 Mike was called first. Mike usually went first just to ease the tension, but tonight he seemed almost a bit too excited to go first. 

 “Is it just me, or is he skipping up there?” Eddie asked Richie, leaning in and whispering while still keeping his eyes on Mike. He felt Richie lean in a little closer to him, too, making his cheeks flush pink again. 

 “I think he might have a crush on someone,” Richie motioned with his head to Bill very subtly. “But, you didn’t hear that from me.” Eddie’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as he turned to face Richie, who smirked and held a finger up to his lips. “Shhh.” Eddie let out a light chuckle, turning his attention back to Mike on stage. The song started up as Mike waved to his friends, who smiled back and began to sway to the music. 

 Eddie smiled to himself as he zoned out, thinking about what Richie has just said. Mike and Bill. Bill and Mike. It didn’t bother Eddie in the slightest, in fact, he became almost excited at the thought of them two dating. They’d always been close, and they’d always made a really good team. And if Bill thought the same way about Mike, then that’d be just dandy! But Bill did just get out of a relationship, but he also seemed happy to bring up the whole “happier with a guy” thing… who knows? Not Eddie. Not in the slightest. Eddie reached for his drink, bringing it close and sipping it throughout Mike’s song, thinking. 

 He thought about “crushes” he’s had in the past on a few girls from his childhood, then the crushes he had in middle and high school on boys, and the crush that he’s had on the same boy since high school. He felt his neck grow hot and downed the last few sips of his martini. Mike’s song ended and they all cheered, although Eddie wouldn’t have been able to tell you what song he’d even sang. The waiter came by their table as Mike came back, earning a pat on the back from Ben (who was up next) and a thumbs up from Bill who appeared to be… blushing? God, if Bill was blushing then I must look like a damn lobster, Eddie thought, then turned to the waiter and asked for a Long Island Iced Tea, sub the rum for extra tequila. 

 The waiter was back within the first minute of Ben’s song, prompting Eddie to waste no time sucking his drink down. His first sip took a bit more than a third of the glass and burned only slightly on its way down. He took another big sip, the glass now just below halfway, which earned a sneering chuckle from Richie, lightly sipping his fourth Jack & Coke.

 “You got a hot date or s’mthin?” Richie asked, almost a little too close to Eddie’s ear.

Now I probably look like a ripe fucking beet, just peachy. Eddie blinked, turned his head to look at Stan and jeered back:

 “Yes, actually. Stanley and I were talking about bringing a himbo or two back to the condo. Why, you think you qualify?” It was Eddie’s turn to smirk, and the blank look on Richie’s face counted as a victory in his book. Eddie focused his attention back to Ben on stage, clapping for his friend as the song finished, hoping his blush was subtle. Richie sat completely still.

 Bev went after Ben, planting a kiss on his cheek as they walked past each other. Bev sang “Baby Got Back”, much to the surprise of everyone other than Eddie (they’d discussed these important matters on the drive). Bill went after Bev, Richie after Bill (although in everyone’s mind, the “Tequila” song did not count, which earned him a do-over for after Stan went), Eddie after Richie (Eddie was also razzed for choosing “Sweet Caroline” due to its extremely popular nature with the drunk crowd), and Stan following last. Eddie had enjoyed Stan’s song, “SexyBack” but only because once Stan was nearing drunk, he would go all out with his dance moves, getting the entire bar (really, the only 5 others in the bar besides the losers) to clap with him. It was fun! It was all fun! 

 Until Richie got up to perform his do-over song. Eddie had gotten up to let him out of the booth, but the way Richie’s normally swinging gait sagged was cause for concern in Eddie’s inebriated mind. Bill, now far too “drunk” from a grand total of three and a half shots worth of alcohol, was whooping and hollering as Richie talked to the DJ. Eddie was prepared, as was the rest of the table, for Richie to choose something to get off easy, something in the family of “Rolling in the Deep” or “Jolene”, with Stan bidding on “Hand in my Pocket” because “it’s just a karaoke classic!”. 

 The conversation roaring around the table while Richie and the DJ looked for some song that wasn’t coming up in the catalog turned to making fun of Bill, who had claimed his “high was wearing off” and that he had “never been this brunk defore”, earning a hearty laugh from the six. Stan and Eddie worked to prop Bill up so he was at least not head first on the table. In fact, they would’ve all missed Richie starting if it hadn’t been for the tapping on the microphone, followed by:

 “Hello, I am slightly tipsy and extremely sorry for what you are all about to see.” Violins came from the speakers surrounding the stage, and when Eddie looked at the screen behind Richie’s head, the panic set in, surrounding the bar in the sounds of 2000’s pop. 

 Richie began to dance, albeit very poorly, to “Untouched” by The Veronicas. He was a little drunk. Eddie was a little drunk. A man sitting at a booth near the DJ was clapping and cheering, and also probably a little drunk. The losers were clapping and cheering. Eddie felt like he was inside an ice cube, and also like he was going to pass out. 

 “I go ooh ooh, you go aah aah,

Lalalala, lalalala,” Richie began to sing, his voice reaching somewhere between a valley girl and a horrible Britney Spears impression. 

“I wanna wanna wanna get get get what I want, don’t stop,” Richie sang to the man in the booth, who hadn’t stopped clapping. It occurred to Eddie in that moment that Richie couldn’t be drunk. Drunk Richie was funny, aloof, extra clumsy, and could barely mutter out a proper sentence. No amount of alcohol would make him do this.

 Eddie tore his eyes away from his friend on stage, intensely studying the remaining ice in his glass. He tried to bring a hand up to fiddle with the straw, to keep himself distracted, but the way his hand shook was going to give away everything he was trying to keep in. Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look UP. If he thought about it hard enough, Eddie supposed he could have made himself throw up from the amount of sudden stress (which was code for Gay Panic) building in his abdomen. He could faintly hear Bev and Bill cheering, and out of the corner of his eye caught Stan standing up in the booth to join in the support of his friend. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. 

  “Cause you’re the only one who’s on my mind, I’ll never ever let you leave, I’ll try to stop time forever, never wanna hear you say goodbye,” jerked Eddie back to reality, but only because he could feel his worst fear currently coming true. 

 Richie had stepped off the stage, and Eddie had looked over at him just as he had made his way through the small crowd of the bar (and as far as the mic cord would allow). Eddie could feel the eyes shift to him, and was certain that if you hooked him up to an EKG, he would be legally pronounced dead. 

 “I feel so untouched and I want you so much, that I just can’t resist you,” Eddie could tell by the look in his eyes, Richie was determined about something. 

 “It’s not enough to say that I miss you,” maybe this was directed at Bill, because Richie had a crush on him once upon a time. 

 “I feel so untouched right now, need you so much somehow, I can’t forget you,” or maybe this was directed at the guy, sitting alone by the DJ who hasn’t stopped clapping. Maybe Richie was being dramatic, building tension. 

 “Goin crazy from the moment I met you.” It was the direct eye contact Eddie had accidentally made with Richie that kick started his heart. This was directed at him holy shit. 

 “And I need you so much,” Eddie could hear Bev yelling for him to get up, he could feel Stan trying to shove him out of the booth, to go up there right fucking now because this is your one fucking chance. And like some miserable, absolute asinine fool, Eddie stood up, betraying every nerve in his body. He couldn’t hear Richie singing anymore, he could hear anyone in the bar clapping or hollering, hell he could barely even make out Richie’s face as he walked towards him. He watched his lips move, god I’ve never wanted to kiss someone more than right now, tip toeing, trying to keep his balance, trying to make it to Richie before someone else takes the opportunity. 

 There were only a handful of times where Eddie Kaspbrak had felt completely in charge of his situation. The most notable being the day the town bullies broke his arm, and instead of letting them win, he got up and laughed in their faces, sending them running for the hills. However, that was about to be bumped down.

 Without breaking the eye contact, without breaking the cadence of his walk, Eddie Kaspbrak reached out to grab Richie Tozier, his crush, his damned high school through today crush, by the collar of his unbuttoned flannel, god it’s so soft, causing Richie to drop the microphone just as Eddie pulled him down to kiss him. Edward Kaspbrak was kissing Richard Tozier right now in the shitty karaoke bar in fucking Bangor, Maine. And it. Felt. So. Right. 

 It was like all was suddenly right in the world, the planets had aligned, and Santa Claus himself has just had delivered the best fucking gift to the both of them. Eddie felt Richie’s hands grab at his cheeks, then fly around his shoulders, trying to get closer, both of them numb to the fact that they we’re making out in front of their friends and a handful of strangers in a shitty dive bar! Who FUCKING knew?!?

 Eddie pulled away first, partly because of shock, partly because he wanted to open his damn eyes and look at this, commit it to memory. Everything around him became more clear. Bev and Stan screeching, the rest of the losers whistling, and a few of the random patrons subjected to this very odd-and-overtly-sexual non-verbal confession of love. Of love. Richie let the microphone fall to the floor, feedback scratching through the speakers. 

 “This isn’t the way I thought this would happen,” Eddie chuckled, letting Richie pull him into a hug, still in the center of the bar. “But it makes too much sense because it’s you.” He felt Richie press a kiss to his hair, then drop an arm to grab one of his hands. 

 “Let’s, uh, let’s get out of here, yeah?” Richie struggled to get out, his smile distracting Eddie from the fact that his hair was matted to his forehead via sweat. Eddie only nodded, leading Richie past the table of their friends (who had begun to chant “Get a room! Get a room! Get a room!”, earning a swift flick of the bird from both Richie and Eddie), out the door of the bar, giggles from both parties ringing out all the way to Richie’s car, then into Richie’s car, and finally as Richie drove away in his car. 

 The losers had gotten up one by one to follow them out, not even upset at the fact that they would have to cram into two cars now. Stan and Bev were out the door first, still wolf whistling as their (lovebird) friends drove off, Bill, Mike, and Ben at their heels. 

 “Wow, now that’s the m-miracle of lo-blargh,” everyone had turned just in time to see Bill barf up soggy French fries and an obscene amount of water. Calls of:

 “Jesus Christ,”

  “Eww, Bill,”

 “And that’s why we give you water, lightweight,” rang out in their circle, the friends taking a step back, Mike motioning for Bill to take a seat on the curb they stood on. 

 “I think that’s our cue to leave,” Bev stated.

“Ben, you wanna run in and pay the tab real quick? Take my card.” Ben nodded as Bev extended her hand with a card to him, disappearing back into the bar a final time. 

 “So, Marsh, where’s that twenty you bet me our Senior year?” Stan joked, helping Mike get Bill standing again, heading towards the cars. Bev laughed, throwing her head back. 

 “Where’s my twenty for saying Eddie was going to be the one to kiss him first?!” Bev shot back, reaching into her bag to pull out a crumpled twenty. Stan reached into his pocket, producing a folded crisp bill. They exchanged cash, laughing. 

 “This made no sense,” Bill offered coherently, stumbling closer to Mike. Stan and Bev turned to face him. 

“Why did Mike sing a Blondie song if he’s not blond?” It was Mike’s turn to throw his head back, letting out a hearty guffaw, before turning to Bill and responding. 

 “It’ll make sense someday,” Mike offered, wrapping his arm around Bill’s shoulder. Bill smiled, and shut up promptly. 

 They all sat around the parking lot for a while talking, sobering up. Bev had had a few cigarettes, sharing with Bill hoping to bring him back to earth. It was just as Mike and Bev got ready to drive off when Richie and Eddie pulled back into the parking lot, swinging between the two cars. Both were smiling messes, giggling and pink with a few new bruises on each of their necks. 

 “Just to put this out there, Eddie Kaspbrak fucks!” Richie yelled, peeling out from between his friends' cars, Eddie laughing and yelling “no! No! Shut up!” Between laughing fits, pulling back out onto the main road once more, riding off into the night. 

 “Let’s make that an extra twenty, Miss Marsh.” Stan smirked, waving at Bev shaking her head. Ben waved back as they pulled out of the lot. 

 “I should’ve thought this through more.” Bev laughed, reaching for Ben’s hand, and joining the other two cars on the road home. 

#itfandomprompts #itfandomexchange #itfanfic #richie #eddie #reddie fic #reddie fanfic #reddieau #college au #reddie #i guess i really wanted to try a different writing style #lemme know if yall like it

[coxiro]

R E D D I E

OKAY SO, I made a fanart based on @berrychocolatitouwu (PLEASE FOLLOW HER ON INSTAGRAM) reddie au and design. Guess that's all. (?

#itchapter2 #richietozier #richie #losers #richie tozier #pennywise #art #it #beverly marsh #losersclub #reddieisreal #reddie #reddieiscanon #reddieau #eddiekaspbrak #eddie #trashmouth #richie trashmouth #lgbtq #lgbt rights #finn wolfhard #jack dylan grazer #reddiefanart #fanart #sketch #drawthisinyourstyle

[tote-paint]

una versión pokemón del ship reddie

#reddie #pokemón #reddieau #itchapter2 #digital #digital art #digitalart #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier

[feral-asprin]

Bill, on the phone with Richie: hey rich, we’re having a Christmas roast tomorrow. Wanna come?

Richie, confused: really?? I didn’t think you guys would be into that sorta thing but sure.

Bill, also a little confused: you didn’t thi- ok. It’s at 6pm. See ya there.

*richie hangs up*

Richie: a Christmas roast? I’ve been preparing for this for god knows how long

*Richie prepares his little flash cards*

Richie: hehehehe they don’t know what’s comin to them *wheeeze*

{on the day, at 6pm}

Richie busting open the door: what’s up fuckers!? Ready to get roasted!?

(The losers turn around to look at the door, they’re all dressed in Christmas sweaters and eating a Christmas dinner with Christmas music in the background)

Richie, realising they meant a Christmas dinner: ..... you guys didn’t mean a “roast” did you?

Bill: wtf no we meant dinner, trashmouth. Sit the fuck down

Richie: shit.....

#it movie #it #reddie #losersclub #losersclubau #reddieau #richie tozier #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #stanley uris #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #mike hanlon

[panstutteringbill]

sad endings to chapter two that i think break my heart a little.

“...and they had returned to the Derry townhouse, bleary-eyed and soaked but alive - some of them - and together, until bill had murmured something about handling something at home and richie, without knowing, knows that bill’s ring has been fitting loose on him every since he saw mike again. then bev and ben make excuses about leaving, talk about calling and texting - email, ben even throws out like he is the thousand-year-old entity they killed instead - but they are gone and he knows it. mike disappeared faster than anyone he’s ever seen. richie tozier curls his worthless, blood-soaked body into eddie kaspbrak’s townhouse bed and wonders, am i allowed to keep his things?”

“...bev and ben get married. mike moves to england and they all pretend it doesn’t coincide with bill’s divorce. richie grieves for a boy he never knows loved him.” 

richie goes to visit myra and they actually talk like human beings about eddie.  honestly just all of it hurts. this movie hurts. 

#reddie #reddieau #richie x eddie #richie tozier

[kmcarras]

Part 1 of Reddie Storyboard! If you want to see it as a video, it’s on Instagram as a 3 video carousel. https://www.instagram.com/p/B92-ZOrpHCw/?igshid=y2ontntvmbt1 Tried to edit it slow enough that you can read subtitles, but images can be found here as well: https://imgur.com/gallery/XFkGXTA Woo! That took some time. Juggling with other projects and then the lockdown here in SF..! It’s been a wild week.

#reddie #reddiestoryboard #storyboard #instaart #reddiefanart #reddieau #eddiekaspbrak #beverlymarsh #richietozier #it2017 #it2019 #itchapter1 #itchapter2 #itchapterone #itchaptertwo #itmovie #reddie storyboard #reddie fanart #it 2017 #it 2019 #it movie #it chapter one #it chapter two #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #reddie au #it chapter i #it chapter ii #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier

[empirically-possible]

Unfinished Business pt.2

((So I know in the last post I made it seem like all 7 losers all lived and killed Pennywise but I changed that in this one))

And then Stan sees Eddie die.  Physically sees him become a ghost.  And Eddie’s so shocked to see Stan that he doesn’t know whether to hit him or hug him.  Deciding he might just fall through his friend if he tries either, he just cries.  And that’s when he realises that hugs are fine, because Stan is hugging him and apologising endlessly while he attempts to explain.  And then, just as the sewers start to come crashing down Eddie realises Stan is fading, fast.  

“Unfinished business,” Ghost!Stan tells him, “you have unfinished business!” and Eddie feels a phantom (literally) asthma attack coming on because what unfinished business could he possibly have - Pennywise is dead.  

Unsure of what else to do Eddie finds himself back at the townhouse, the remaining living losers preparing to leave.  He’s found it too painful to watch them these last few days.  He hears one of them sobbing most nights though he can’t tell who and can’t bring himself to check.  

The first loser to leave is Richie.  The guy looks a wreck as he slips a note onto the checkout desk and heads out to his car.  In fact he looks such a mess that Eddie’s instinct is to follow him.  He gets into Richie’s car and fully expects him to drive to the airport.  But he doesn’t.  He stops just before the city limits.  Gets out some place Eddie recognises: the Kissing Bridge.  

Eddie stays sitting in the car while Richie seems to be recarving something in the wood.  Curiosity getting the best of him, though, he gets out to take a look.  R+E and right then his heart breaks.  If only he had told Richie when he had the chance.  

Unfinished business. Richie’s getting up to leave but Eddie understands now what he needs to show him.  A carving he did himself 27 years ago, just a little further up the bridge.  

He’s talking to Richie, talking to him as if he can hear him, telling him where to look, eventually turning to yelling at him-

***

Richie couldn’t tell you why, but he felt compelled to turn around.  To take one last look at the bridge that connected the hell that was Derry to the rest of the world.  And as he took that last look, his eyes caught on something that made his heart stop.  There, amongst everything else scratched into the bridge was E+R.  

Don’t be stupid, he told himself, there are hundreds of people that could be about.  He shook the idea off and turned back to his car.  And then, something he’d never forget for as long as he lived.

He could have sworn he saw Eddie, leaning against the side of Richie’s own car, smiling at him, though he seemed almost transparent and was gone so quickly Richie barely had time to catch the words.  

“No, you asshole, it was you.  Always you.”  

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #reddieau #itau #it #it 2019 #it chapter 1 #it chapter one #it chapter 2 #it chapter two #stephen king #the losers club #it 2017

[yensyd-art]

B a d E n d i n g

Richie crept into the house, eyes wide as he looked around the old neibolt house, looking at Eddie and Bill.

“Bill if I die I just wanted to let you know that you have small dick energy.”

Richie said, smiling shakily before grabbing Eddie, the two creeping around the house before Eddie wandered off eventually, Richie being drawn to a room with puppets, his eyes wide. They were all clowns.

As he walked in the door closed and locked behind him and he shouted, trying to unlock it before he was suddenly tackled by Eddie, but not.

He was dirty and sick, black sludge dripping from his mouth. He grinned and held up a string and needle, Richie struggled but it was no use, and the needle pierced his lips. The ghastly version of Eddie continued to sew the poor boy’s mouth shut, Richie screaming and struggling. Where were his friends?

What he didn’t know was that with every thread, his memories slipped away more and more, or at the very least his conscious mind slipped away. When Eddie finished, Richie’s eyes were glazed over and he stared ahead, his body starting to change.

Eddie and Bill were searching desperately for Richie, as they heard his screams. Eddie found the puppet room... and stared up at Richie, smiling and staring ahead blankly, blood dripping down new hinges. It was now Eddie’s turn to scream.

#reddie #eddie #richie #richietozier #reddieart #reddieau #reddieangst #neibolt #richie trashmouth #it richie #it eddie #it bill #fanart #fanfiction #it2017 #losersclub

[bylerisreddiee]

Reddie as two guys in my class

Eddie: *sneezes*

Losers: Bless you

Richie: I love you

Losers: ...

Richie: WHO SAID THAT??

Eddie: *wheeze*

#reddie #richietozier #eddiekaspbrak #losers club #reddie au #reddieau #incorrect quotes #person a and person b #itchapter2

[edwardtozier1986]

I don't remember the name of who had the idea of ​​this drawing, but I turned it into graphite ✏️ • • • I know it didn't look great, but I tried • • #reddieship #reddie #reddiedrawing #reddieau #reddieislife #reddiefanart #reddieisreal #reddieart #drawing (em Londonderry, Northern Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-nx0ZaA3Xj/?igshid=hvkeccij9pdt

#reddieship #reddie #reddiedrawing #reddieau #reddieislife #reddiefanart #reddieisreal #reddieart #drawing

[deepslateemeraldore]

@eddiethespaghettii and I have started a Social Media AU! Please check it out!

https://instagram.com/r.uu.reddie?igshid=fmx4kskxvr26

#it #Reddie #it au #itau #reddieau #Reddie AU #Richie Tozier #eddie kasprak #bill denbrough #ben hanson #stanley uris #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #social media AU #r.uu.Reddie #r.uu.reddie AU #fic #fanfic #fanficion #Reddie fic #Reddie fanfic #Reddie fanficion

[coxiro]

E D D I E

K A S P B R A K

YES I DRAW THIS CUTE LITTLE ANGEL. I was chillin with eddie moods and I got disss 🍝🍝🍝

#pennywise #it #richietozier #itchapter2 #richie tozier #losers #richie #beverly marsh #art #losersclub #reddieiscanon #reddieau #reddieisreal #reddie #eddiekaspbrak #eddie #swap au #digital art #adult richie #adult eddie #sketches #sketch #r+e #jack dylan icons #jack dylan grazer #jack dylan grazer icons

[dickheadtozier]

happy valentine’s day

tw: death, suicide, homophobia/homophobic slurs

*this is younger eddie and richie (16 and 17)*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it was a normal day. richie and eddie—or—reddie as everyone called them, were at school being the only openly gay couple that people knew about. they constantly got shit from bowers and his friends, but they were never really bothered by it. well, they didn’t seem to be, of course. everybody thought everything was going great; they would hug, hold hands, and even kiss occasionally throughout the school day, like any other day at their school.

“faggots!” henry bowers yelled at them in the hallway.

the rest of henry’s friends just laughed.

richie wrapped his arm around eddie and held his hand with his free arm. “hey fuck off!” he yelled back at him and looked down at eddie, who was clearly made uncomfortable by the remark. “eds, are you okay?”

eddie didn’t look okay. “yeah.” he took his hand out of richies to eat his lunch. “i’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

richie just sighed and went on with the rest of his lunch.

richie and eddie has all but one class together, which was math. which made them both sad, and it was even worse for eddie because the only people that he had the class with that he knew, were the bowers gang (minus victor criss [the nicest one of the group]).

eddie constantly got messed with by them in that class. he got called names, shoved, laughed at, routine things for a gay boy in the 80’s. but one day they took it to far with eddie.

while eddie was in class, and the teacher was out. henry and patrick pulled his chair back, causing him to fall on the cold, tile floor.

“what the fuck?” he whispered.

“how was your lunch with your faggot ass boyfriend?” henry laughed, stepping on his chest to keep him down.

“fucking fairies, goddamn dickheads don’t know how to keep your gay dicks in your pants.” patrick added on.

“let me go,” eddie gasped.

“no. not until you say you love eating pussy.” henry presses his foot harder onto his chest.

“no,” eddie whispered.

“do it!” patrick yelled. “or i’ll light your fucking face on fire!”

“fine! i l-love eating pussy!” eddie was sobbing.

“good little twink. now get out of my fucking sight before i beat you to death.” henry said, letting eddie limp away.

eddie ran but limped out of the classroom and straight into the bathroom, not knowing that richie saw him go in.

he ran into the stall and wept, but heard someone rush in soon after.

“eddie are you okay?” he heard richie kicking down each door trying to find his boyfriend.

“yeah.” he wiped away his tears as richie ran into his stall.

“no you’re not, what happened baby?” richie came and hugged eddie, rubbing his back.

“just bowers and his dickhead minions.” eddie cried onto his shoulder.

“i have to get you out of that class.” richie said, comforting him.

“i wish but it’s the only only open spot they have in a class that’s on my level. i wish i was as smart as you. abstract algebra. damn trashmouth, you really are einstein. without the whole science genius part.” eddie laughed.

“i am not that smart. and this is the last class of the day and it’s over in less than two minutes, so i’ll get your stuff and take you home. does that sound good?” richie offered.

eddie nodded. so richie walked out and came back with eddies things and walked him out to his car.

eddie played with his thumbs and bounced his leg with the soft rock music on the radio.

richie saw eddie looking down and rubbed his thigh as some type of reassurance that he would be okay.

this made eddie smile and look up at his boyfriends beautiful focusing face as he was driving. as stupid as richie tozier was he would always be a smart and careful boy who would never want to hurt eddie.

they arrived at his house and richie walked eddie up to the door. “i will see you tomorrow eddie.” richie smiled and kissed eddie.

“yeah, tomorrow” eddie said as he returned the kiss.

as richie walked away, he turned around and smiled.

“um richie?” eddie called.

richie stopped. “yeah eds?”

“i love you. so much. please don’t ever forget that.” he smiled.

“i love you too eddie. i’ll be here to pick you up tomorrow morning.”

“okay.” eddie returned. “be safe!” he said as richie got in his car and drove off.

eddie walked in his house and ran straight upstairs to his room. he got out a pen and paper and made sure his handwriting was perfect for his love letter to richie. he spent about 20 minutes perfectly writing down everything he felt; even though it was only about a paragraph long. he put the paper in an envelope and wrote richies name on it and taped it to his stomach. he got up, went to his medicine cabinet, and got out all of the pill bottles he could find. he laid on his bed, got out the water, and swallowed around 28 pills. and he waited. and waited. and soon enough, he laid down, and watched as the world went black.

the next morning, at 6:14am, richie drove into eddies driveway as promised, and knocked on the door. nobody answered, so he just used his spare key to open the door. he walked up to eddies room and assumed he was still asleep. he walked into his room with a bouquet. “happy valentine’s day eddie bear!” he saw eddie laying down on his bed, still as a rock, with a note taped to his chest. richie walked up and put the bouquet next to him on his bed as he read the note eddie left.

“dear richie, i know this looks bad but i want you to know that i am better now. i don’t have to worry about henry bowers anymore and i don’t have to get hurt. i love you so much, and i know you’ll be okay. please remember i’ll always be with you even though you can’t see me. tell the rest of the losers that i’m happy. i love you so much and im sorry you had to see me go. -love, eddie”

richie just stood there and looked at eddie kaspbrak’s lifeless body, laying on his bed, pale and unmoved. he dropped the note and fell down, crying.

he ran out of the room and picked up the nearest phone he could find, shakily dialing 911.

the operator did the introduction, but richie didn’t answer. he just cried softly, looking at eddies body in the room down the hall. “hi yes, i would like to report a suicide. eddie kaspbrak.” he forced out through tears as he sobbed and gave the operator the address and hung up. he ran back into eddies room, screaming and crying for him to come back, and he eventually collapsed on the floor, like he was pushed by his own sadness. after 5 minutes of crying, the police arrived to his house and questioned him, and eventually took eddies body away.

<one year later>

it’s been 365 days. one year. one christmas, easter, summer, halloween, birthday, thanksgiving, without eddie by richies side. if was now valentine’s day again. richie bought a bouquet identical to the one he bought for eddie the day he found his dead body. he walked to the cemetery where eddie was buried and walked up to his boyfriends gravestone. he waited for 6:14am. as soon as the clock struck that time, richie placed the bouquet on his grave. and he sobbed for hours by his resting place. he had visited the grave everyday since he was buried, and would tell eddie about how he was feeling and what was going on at school and with his friends. but today was different, yes it was valentine’s day, but it was also the one year mark of richie losing his best friend and the love of his life. at 11:45 am, richie stood up to leave. and he told eddie he would be back each year.

“happy valentine’s day eddie.” he said, and he walked away from his boyfriend.

#reddie #richietozier #eddiekaspbrak #it #it2017 #it2019 #reddieau #suicide #gay #homophobic #homophobia #suicideau #sad

[feral-asprin]

Stanley inviting bill over for a nice evening and asking him to bring “spare clothes” so bill thinks it’s spiCy 🥵 but bill opens the door to stan’s house to see stan in a green Dino onesie, covered in like two blankets and sipping chocolate milk from a carton. They end up snuggling under a pillow/blanket fort with fairy lights like a little camping indoor thing. They eat Dino nuggies and watch movies while there’s a storm outside.

#losersclub #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #it cast #reddie concept #stenbrough au #stenbrough concept #reddieau #stanley uris #stanley x bill #bill skarsgård pennywise #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #eddie and richie #stanley and bill #benverly #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #pennywise #it 2017 #it 2019 #wyatt oleff #jaeden martell #finn wolfhard #jack dylan grazer #chosen jacobs #jeremy ray taylor #sophia lillis

[kmcarras]

sneak peek for part 2 of reddie storyboard. i have had to hit pause on this to focus on other portfolio pieces and a big move to LA. i may share some work from those other projects as complete those, but i have not forgotten about these boys. this is my passion project. #reddie #reddiefanart #reddiestoryboard #reddieart #eddiekaspbrak #richietozier #itchapterone #itchaptertwo #itchapter1 #itchapter2 #itmovie #it2017 #it2019 #reddieau https://www.instagram.com/p/B-NZr-FjKJO/?igshid=1dqs9fbb0bheo

#reddie #reddiefanart #reddiestoryboard #reddieart #eddiekaspbrak #richietozier #itchapterone #itchaptertwo #itchapter1 #itchapter2 #itmovie #it2017 #it2019 #reddieau

[johnnybearded80]

Georgie , jackson roberts re-enacting the basement scene. 🎈 #reddie #fack #richietozier #eddiekaspbrak #pennywise #it2017 #fackisreal #reddieisreal #itmovie #finnwolfhard #jackdylangrazer #finn #jack #reddieedits #fackedits #it2019 #reddie_or_not #reddiefanart #reddieau #au #facklove #fackitup #itchapter1 #itchapterone #itchapter2 #itchaptertwo #it #beepbeeprichie #vteam #reddiesmut https://www.instagram.com/p/BnaUpyHFURf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=r4ljztj4zu0c

#reddie #fack #richietozier #eddiekaspbrak #pennywise #it2017 #fackisreal #reddieisreal #itmovie #finnwolfhard #jackdylangrazer #finn #jack #reddieedits #fackedits #it2019 #reddie_or_not #reddiefanart #reddieau #au #facklove #fackitup #itchapter1 #itchapterone #itchapter2 #itchaptertwo #it #beepbeeprichie #vteam #reddiesmut