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unfinishedslurs · 8 months

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Flip of a coin

(I got really into Richie and Patty fics for a while so this is based off all the ones I read. Which was every single one published before roughly halfway into 2021)

Patty remembers that Stan always had a strange obsession with Richie Tozier.

He kept up with the news around him, watched his specials even though he rarely laughed and hated them with a passion. I don’t know why, Babylove, he’d say, but I don’t think he writes his own stuff. Have you seen his interviews? They’re much funnier. It was one of his little oddities, like his need to buy every Bill Denbrough book ever published, or buy clothing from the Rogan&Marsh line, even though he’d never much cared for fashion. These obsessions made a lot more sense after Stan’s hastily scratched letter, detailing a clown and impossible things that Patty clung to in a desperate attempt to rationalize.

She knows, distantly, though gossip and magazines at the store, that he’d broken down on stage the same day Stan died. She knows he’d cancelled all his future events, made a serious video where he confessed the ghostwriters, came out as bisexual, and said he was going to take a break from comedy.

According to the internet, he’s currently on a cocaine binge in Guatemala. According to Patty’s eyes, he’s in Georgia, looking less like a man on cocaine and more like a man whose life had been steamrolled with no idea what to do with the empty space left behind.

“Patty Uris?”

She looks at him, and sees a tragedy told in three parts. A greeting, some growing, a goodbye. She looks at him, and sees a mirror.

She looks at him, and knows he sees her too.

“Blum-Uris, actually,” she says, and opens the door to let him inside.

—

“You could always try voice acting.”

“You sound like my manager. I came here to get away from my manager.”

—

Richie makes Patty laugh for the first time since Stan died

—

Richie has a nice chest for crying, she thinks, and hysterical laughter tumbles out with her tears.

—

“It’s just…I love them. I do. They’re my family, God, they deserve every happy ending they get, but I’m jealous. I’m jealous and angry and I don’t understand why they get to move on when...”

“Our happy ending was with them.”

“Yeah, that.”

They stayed silent for a while, until Richie breaks it by taking a swig and saying, “Bev’s pregnant.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s freaking out about it. I don’t think they meant to have a baby this soon. Or ever. I don’t think they realized that with the clown gone they could have a baby. And she just got out of her shitty marriage after her childhood with a shitty dad, and…yeah, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. She’s had about five panic attacks since she found out.”

“When did she find out?”

“Yesterday.”

Patty isn’t resentful. She thinks of all the years she and Stan spent trying to conceive, and how they eventually decided they’d be better off waiting anyways. They’d looked up adoption agencies a few times, but ultimately agreed it wasn’t the right time. She isn’t sure whether she’s grateful they never got around to it, that she doesn’t have to be a parent all on her own on top of everything else, or if the fact that she could have a piece of Stan right now, a small, babbling infant with his eyes and blood, makes her want to cry. Probably both.

She isn’t resentful, but she is jealous. It doesn’t matter. She’s a big girl, she can handle it.

She is going to be the best aunt ever.

“Do you think she’d appreciate another girl talking her through it?”

“Probably. You should call her and see.” He takes another long pull. “They want to name it after one of them. Stan or Eddie. Maybe both. She asked me to ask you whether you’d be okay with that.”

It takes a minute for that to register, and another five to get around the ache in her throat. “That’s…he’d love that.” He would. He’d pretend it bothered him, or that he wouldn’t want it, but he’d probably cry the minute he heard it.

Traditional, too, to name the baby after him, though she wasn’t sure he’d care so much about that part. She doubted his friends even realized.

“That a yes?”

No. “Yes.”

—

“He said…Patty,” he sobs. “Patty, he loved me back. He loved me back, but it didn't matter because he died and he’s gone and I spent two months begging and praying and getting drunk off my ass and it didn’t matter because he’s fucking dead.”

“It mattered to him, Richie.”

“Not enough to survive. Not enough to fucking say it without choking on the fucking blood in his mouth just to say—” he chokes the words down.

She rubs his back. “Don’t let it fester,” she reminds him, and the dam breaks.

“Why the fuck didn’t I just say it?” He explodes. “Why the fuck did I spend my entire fucking childhood pining for his firey ass when we could have had some fucking time? Why didn’t he say something? If he’d just fucking said it sooner, said anything…he was always the brave one between us. And it ended up with him fucking dead, and me on this fucking couch with you crying over misssed opportunities like a fucking…I dunno, Pats.”

“I know.”

“I don’t mean I don’t like sitting here with you,” he adds unnecessarily. They both know it’s unnecessary. She lets him do it anyway. “I just wish we were bonding over fucking…wedding photos or some shit.”

If she lays her head back and closes her eyes, she can picture it.

—

Patty breaks her fist on the wall.

It was bound to happen eventually. She’s been cycling through the anger stage of her grief for a month. Something was going to give.

Not the wall, though.

Richie takes her to the hospital.

“Sorry,” she says on the way there. She thinks she may be crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, it just happened, I swear—”

“Patty.”

“I’m sorry,” she says again. She’s not talking to Richie anymore. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

She doesn’t realize that he’s pulled over until he’s grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her into his arms, both of them leaning uncomfortably over the gearshift. She doesn’t mind.

“I don’t understand,” she sobs into his chest. “I don’t know what I did wrong. Why couldn’t he just stay?

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Richie says. She thinks she can feel him shaking. “It…he made his choices.”

She pulls away, suddenly furious. “That’s the problem! He fucking made that choice! He deliberately decided to leave me! And everyone says that he must have been suffering, that he must have been secretly unhappy, but I know better. We were fucking happy! Life wasn’t fucking perfect, but it was good. And he threw it all away, for—for what? What the hell was it all for?”

“I dunno, Pats, I think it was to save me and my friends,” Richie says dryly, and she knows, okay, she knows she’s angry, she knows he uses humor as his coping mechanism, she knows those two things can make a deadly combination that will leave ash in her mouth for weeks.

She says it anyways. “And look how well that worked out.”

His face shutters, and the regret comes pouring in as he turns back to the steering wheel without saying anything else. “Richie…”

“I know,” he says, holding up a hand. “I know you didn’t mean it. Let's get you to the hospital already.”

The rest of the drive is silent.

—

“Richie, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Pattycakes. I forgive you.”

“I know, but I need to say it anyways, because I’m glad you’re here, Rich. I want you here. It’s just…”

I wish things were different.

“I get it.”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t, not really, but it’s the closest thing she has. Just like she’s the closest thing he has. They’re two sides of the same coin, aren’t they?

“I blame him sometimes, you know?” Richie admits quietly. “For Eddie. It was supposed to be the seven of us…sometimes I think we could have all made it out, if he hadn’t been such a fucking—” he breaks off, taking his glasses off to rub a hand over his face. “Sorry.”

“No, I get it.”

They smile at each other, bitter things in a bitter world, because she knows Richie’s thinking the same thing she just was. She doesn’t get it, not really, but she knows better than anyone the pain of loving and hating Stanley Blum-Uris.

Flip of the coin. Heads, a life together, tails, a life apart.

—

They’re not filling the holes in each other’s lives. They’re too…them for that. There’s nothing romantic about the way Patty will sometimes make Richie’s coffee with two sugars and no cream and break down, or the days Richie will get a far off look in his eye when she does, and then they’re both mourning two different kinds of loss. They’ll never know how Eddie liked his coffee, after all.

Nothing romantic about the nights Richie wakes up screaming Eddie’s name either. They both have nightmares, but Patty’s are quieter.

They’re not filling the holes, but they’re not not filling them either. Hole-adjacent. The ache in Richie’s voice when he says Pats instead of Eds, the equal aching in her chest when she wakes up to see a dark head that isn’t her husbands.

So, no, they’re not in love. She doesn’t feel that way about him. Doesn’t think she could, even without the dead hovering over their shoulders like shrouds. They’re too similar in their differences, not each other’s types, any number of reasons they could never fall in love.

Sometimes, though, she wishes they did. Wishes Richie were the one she met at that party, wishes Richie wore a matching wedding band to the one she’s moved to her right finger.

She knows it’s less about Richie, though, and more about not feeling like she’s being picked at from the inside out. The fantasies are there because he is, not of any actual desire for a romantic connection. Doesn’t stop her from dreaming.

She only voices it to him once.

“Do you think, if things were different, we would have made a good couple?” Patty doesn’t really think so, or want to think about it, but the wine is making her maudlin and she misses him. Misses Stan so much her insides feel like a bag of rocks that’s just waiting to split open and spill out every part of her. She hates it, the missing. More than anything.

Richie snorts.

“No, really.”

“Maybe, Batty-Patty,” he says, shooting her a grin that misses humor by a mile.

She laughs at that. “I am batty for asking, aren’t I?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” He did, just through the name, but she won’t point it out.

“We’re not compatible.”

“Nope.” He punctuates it with a drink.

“I wish we were,” she says fiercely. “I wish I’d fallen in love with you instead.”

He lowers his glass, expression somber, and watches her for a minute. Whatever he sees in her face makes his mouth quirk.

“You don’t mean that,” he tells her.

“I want to.”

“And I want to have not wasted my career parroting other people's bullshit. It is what it is, Batsy.”

That makes her giggle, despite herself. “Batsy?”

“What, you don’t like it?”

“I love it,” she says. She does. It’s fitting. “Pour me another glass.”

He indulges her, then himself. “We never could have been a good couple,” he says, trying and failing to seem flippant, “but, you know, my mom always wanted me to have a sister.”

“A sister, huh?” She stares at him, considering. “Is that what we are? Siblings?”

“Well, no,” he shrugs, “but I think it fits better than anything else.”

—

They make a chore chart.

It’s kind of dumb, Patty thinks. Objectively. They’re not college kids, they should be able to do housework on their own, without prompting.

She and Stan had never needed one.

But that’s the whole problem, isn’t it? Stan’s gone, and Richie’s here, and they both have days where they can’t even get out of bed, much less remember to make dinner or wash the dishes. The chart helps. It helps a lot.

—

Patty doesn’t sing much anymore.

—

She and Richie both have a four drink limit, established sometime between the third time Richie finds her sobbing in the bathtub, and the seventh time Patty finds him comatose on the floor. They pretend not to notice when the other breaks it.

#it fanfic #patty blum uris #richie tozier #THIS ONE IS A BUMMER GUYS #mourning #alcoholism #suicide mention #uhhhh I think that’s all the trigger wanrnings if I left any out lmk #i wish we’d gotten more patty bc I love her #Patty and Richie having a qpr after the loves of their lives die and helping each other learn to heal is something that can be so personal #that’s it that’s the fic

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reddie-ao3feed · 25 days

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something med school didnt cover

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ShZwgKy by eddiekaspbrakirlsblog Eventually he was told to go and wait in one of the patient rooms and that a doctor would be along shortly. He carried Maggie over into the room, sitting her on the small medical bed. “Not long now.” He assured her. He felt guilty for bringing her out so late, but with her temperature steadily climbing he wasn’t taking risks. Richie tapped his foot impatiently, ten seconds away from going back out and actually pulling the famous card (he had visions of himself saying “do you know who I am?”) when the door opened to reveal the most gorgeous man Richie had ever seen in his life, complete in a set of light yellow hospital scrubs. Every complaint about the wait time left his head. OR dad richie fic Words: 1850, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier’s daughter Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - No Pennywise (IT), Fix It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier is a Mess, Richie Tozier Flirts, Richie Tozier is a Dork, Single Parent Richie Tozier, Mentioned Sandy, shes not an absent mother !!!!!, Medical Student Eddie Kaspbrak, he was at least, Doctor Eddie Kaspbrak, paediatrician eddie kaspbrak, make that a tag, Mentioned Myra Kaspbrak, Single Parent Eddie Kaspbrak, woah, Richie Tozier's Dad Bod, I need you guys to know it’s there, Eddie Kaspbrak Gets Divorced, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Tease, Eddie Kaspbrak Has a Crush, He is whipped, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, just he doesn’t know yet read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ShZwgKy

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it 2019 #fic rec #reddie fic red #stephen king it

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mirrorballfm · 1 year

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* 【ｆｉｌｅｄ : RICHIE TOZIER 】 is a CANON CHARACTER and PARTLY REMEMBERS THEIR PAST LIFE. the HUMAN is known to be GREGARIOUS and CRUDE and reminds me of a coin toss, scraped knees, + the last one laughing after the joke’s passed.

* TRIGGER WARNING FOR ... clown content, death mentions, marijuana + recreational drug use. very briefly in this post, but also just in general for this character!

FACECLAIM: thomas weatherall

AGE: 25

SPECIES: stupid human boy

PRONOUNS + GENDER: he/him, cismale

ORIENTATION: “i like what i like!”

MEMORY STATUS: richie remembers childhood and leaving derry - does not fully recall part 2 happenings

𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 …

you’re richie tozier. you were born and tolerated raised by your two parents in derry, maine. your dad tried his best to instill his stoic workman’s disposition in you, and failed to hide his disappointment when you couldn’t ( wouldn’t ) catch on.

your mom, bless her, tried her best to keep up with the litany of rampant thoughts you turned into endless chatter - you come to appreciate that as you get older.

you’re one of seven in a group of misfits. love is the sun down your back and the wind in your tangled hair in the dead heat of summer.

you’re mr funnyman. you have to be, with those stupid glasses you wear and your too - long limbs making you a flop in every other department.

beep beep, richie! but it’s affectionate, always kind - this is your chosen family. they love you they love you they love you

( they love what you let them know, anyway. only what’s allowed in that small town hell. )

there’s an evil child-eating clown ( yeah, really! ) and a showdown for the ages that you stupidly forget. when It comes back, so do you.

and sometimes bullying works!

but you go back to your shiny life in l.a a broken man, with a clownish cackle in the back of your mind and the plights of your friends like a guilt-laden weight on your shoulders.

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 …

you’re richie tozier, and you’ve just woken up from the craziest dream! or that’s what you tell yourself, anyway. this city is a second chance - you’re young again, spry again, and derry’s vicelike grip on you feels a world away.

( your therapist in l.a would probably say living in ardent denial of your entire life is not a health way to live - but what does that schmuck know ??? )

you call your mom whenever you remember to. too busy, you see, fucking around on this island and getting stupid high on the couch so as not to let in a Thought.

love is a shitty wine cooler and some b-movie with your newest ‘friend’ at 2 in the morning.

there is no clown showdown or group of friends - but you can remember that summer when you were just a kid, and every single one of their faces clear as day. the second part ( the worst part ) hasn’t happened yet. isn’t that cool?

wanted connections: friends, lovers, ex lovers, mentor/pupil relationship, a drinking/dr*g/party friend, chaos twins, etc. i love going off natural chemistry and will never mind assuming connections!

#tw: clowns #tw: drug use #reverie:intro

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rollerskate2theface · 3 years

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Nothing captured my heart faster than Richie Tozier single father aus

#theyre all so good #i love them #richie tozier #it #it stephen king #it chapter two #it 2019 #it 2016 #it 2017 #bill hader #single father richie tozier #dad richie tozier #father richie tozier

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l8rhader · 3 years

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Fic Back Friday

Since I am currently writing but don’t have anything going up for the next couple of weeks, but am still a bit of an attention whore, I thought I’d use a different one of the prompts @ao3commentoftheday has for a little while, starting with this baby from a year ago!

To Me, That's What You're Worth

Eddie Kaspbrak came from a life of privilege but was smothered by his overbearing mother. That all came to an end when, at just sixteen years old, sitting on the bathtub with his high school girlfriend, he watched the little stick turn pink. 19 years later, he's been raising little Edie on his own in Derry and maybe, just maybe, he's lonely. And maybe he's got a thing for the diner owner, Richie Tozier. But there's no way Richie feels the same, right?

[a completely self-indulgent Reddie X Gilmore Girls AU]

#fic back friday #to me that's what you're worth #notalone91 #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #gilmore girls au #teen dad!eddie #single dad!eddie #it 2019 #it 2017 #stephen king's it #gay clown movie #beep beep richie #they're gazebos

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softest-cinnamon-roll · 4 years

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you'll be in my heart

Okay, yes, perfect! Please enjoy!

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Being one of the most famous musicians in the world certainly had its perks, but Frank Kaspbrak was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t the life for him anymore. He was thirty four, still making music and on a rough schedule, while all his close childhood friends were settling down and partners and starting a family. Thinking back to when he was younger, sure, Frank had always dreamed of finding the perfect woman and settling down to start a family, but then his career took off and it was all anyone was ever interested in. He couldn’t even go on a date without the lady asking him when his next album was going to be released.

Of course, he had many a one night stand, but that’s all they were; one night. Frank craved something more permanent, something that he could come home to and love with everything that he had. However, something so simple was a heavy task for someone who is constantly on newspaper headlines.

Therefore, when he had opened his hotel room door on the morning of one Friday in December, the last thing he expected was to find a baby in a bassinet on his doorstep, a note attached to the covers keeping the baby warm. His eyes widened and he looked back and forth down the hallway to see if the person who had delivered the baby was still around. Of course, they weren’t.

Quickly, so as not to cause any alarm, Frank picked up the bassinet and carried it into the room, closing the door. He picked up the note, opening it up and reading over the words, his eyes widening at the words written there.

Frank,

When I found out I was expecting, I thought it was what I wanted, and therefore I decided to keep the baby growing inside of me. When he was born, however, I realised that I couldn’t love him in the way I wish I could. I never asked for this, and I know you didn’t either. It was just a one night stand that escalated too far. However, I wanted to give you the chance to be a father if that was what you wanted. If it isn’t what you want, then please find a good home for him. He also doesn’t have a name yet.

Yours,

Frank turned away from the note to the sleeping baby, swallowing thickly. He had woken up that morning his normal self and now he was a father to a small baby. Slowly, he reached down, pulling the covers away from the baby’s face and felt his heart swell. Nestled up, sound asleep was the most precious baby Frank had ever laid his eyes on, and he was his.

Carefully, he reached into the bassinet and lifted the baby out and into his arms. He fit there like a glove, as though this was always meant to be. He took a seat on the sofa, just looking at the baby in his arms. He was so lost in the moment, that when the baby woke up and started gurgling, Frank jolted which made the baby start to cry.

“No shh, shh. I’m sorry.” Frank hushed, rocking the baby back and forth. “Please don’t cry, it’s alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.” He lowered his hand and he broke into a huge grin as the baby wrapped his tiny hand around his larger finger. “That’s...that’s it.”

Frank knew that there was a lot of things that needed to be sorted out if he was going to become a dad to this baby in his arms. He would have to take a break from touring, and even a break from making music all together. Just until they found a dynamic as a family. He would have to buy a proper house and a lot of baby products, but Frank was sure that if he put his mind to it and had the right sort of help, he would be able to conquer anything. He knew that as long as this little man in his arms was with him, he’d be just fine.

Then there was the subject of his manager and producer, as well as all of his fans that have been so loyal to him over his ten year career. Would they understand him wanting to take a break out of the blue to take care of a baby that he wasn’t even sure he had until that morning? Would they try and talk him out of it and take the baby away to a much more stable home? At that thought, Frank shook his head and held the baby closer to him, pressing a kiss to his head. There was time to sort all of that out, but right now he needed supplies for the baby; such as diapers, a bottle and some milk. With the arm he was not holding the baby, he grabbed his phone and dialed a familiar number, one that Frank knew he could trust with his entire being.

“Maggie, Mags. I really, really need your help.” He breathed down the phone when his best friend picked up.

The sigh that followed made Frank wince and she cleared her throat. “Frank, you know I love you but I’ve been up all night with a teething eight month old. What do you want?”

With one inhale, Frank blurted out everything that had happened that morning, finishing with a beg for her to bring some supplies to his hotel room discreetly. Just like Frank expected, she was silent for a while before another sigh made its way down the line as she agreed. They disconnected the call and Frank looked back down at the baby.

“You still need a name little one, don’t you,” he pondered as the baby tugged on his finger once more, large brown eyes staring back up at him. “Hm. I think I know the best name for you.” He leaned down to press his forehead to the baby’s.

“Eddie. I think I’m going to call you Eddie.”

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#frank kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak #baby eddie #single dad frank #famous frank #maggie tozier #richie tozier #future reddie...maybe?#writing tag

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gas-station-trackphone · 4 years

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does anyone know of any good single-dad Richie AUs out there? i was watching gilmore girls and the reddie energy between Lorelai and Luke was overwhelming so now im desperate for some of that good good content

#reddie #like tell me that grumpy diner owner eddie and eccentric single dad richie is not an incredible premise #im officially obsessed w it #except skip whatever bullshit made it take 5 seasons for them to get together #it chapter 2 #it au #me once again pitching fics i will never write #losers club #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie fanfiction #it stephen king

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pearl-fee · 4 years

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Dear diary, today someone called me hot. That’s new.

#so hot omg #coronavirus #richie tozier #mw #called hot #writer #dad #your dad #fuck #dreamer #always sitting on the floor #flirty #flirt #love #lonley #single

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incorrect-losers · 2 years

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fav au?

For It specifically I’m addicted to Single Father Richie AUs

(I want the losers to find out Richie has a kid and be like wtf?? And then meet said kid and be like,, actually this makes complete sense and also I’m your uncle/auntie now)

Broadly I’m ALWAYS down for Soulmate AUs and Social Media AUs (smau)

Speaking of It Social Media AUs

Y’all need to read this rn!!

Not only is it the best It social media au I’ve ever read but one of the best social media AUs I’ve read in existence. I swear I’ve read it like 10 times lol

#losers club #it #it chapter 2 #it stephen king #the losers club #not incorrect quotes #it ask #single dad richie tozier #single father richie tozier #single father richie au #soulmate au #social media su #smau #fic rec #richie tozier

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doodlebug-aboo · 5 years

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There came more noises from the back of the shop. Eddie sighed. "Charlie, please stop dropping things, and please pick that up!"

Richie chuckled softly. "He a new hire or something? You seem to have to yell back at him a lot."

Eddie looked confused before realization crossed his features and he shook his head. "Oh, no, hold on a moment." He turned towards the back of the workshop. "Charlie, will you come here please?" Soon, a little boy came rushing out from the back of the shop and ran to Eddie's side. Eddie lifted him up onto his hip. "This is my son, Charlie."

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This is a silly little moodboard I did for a Single Dad Eddie au I sort of thought out in my head. I might start writing it up soon!

#it 2017 #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #single dad au

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plebcake · 6 years

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But Stan and Steve being the Dad's of the group like:

Steve: god kids am I right?

Stan: try having 6.

Steve: oh my god, I'm so sorry honey,

Stan: It's ok really, you know how it goes, one crying about gazebos, the other is hitting demonic clowns with a baseball bat

Steve: I highly suggest to stick some nails in it, really ups the damage.

Stan: good to know... oh! Gotta run! One of the kids are going to win a poetry contest,

Steve: yeah me too, one of mine needs some more hairspray, see you at Sunday brunch!

#steve harrington #stan uris #it 2017 #stranger things #it stephen king #it 1990 #the losers club #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #love my kids #single dad steve

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izzydarkwoodofficial · 2 years

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next generation of losers🎈

au where eddie and stan haven't died

stenbrough & reddie & benverly are married couples

mike is the legendary aroace uncle that everyone loves

Mike Kaspbrak-Tozier (17)

love child of reddie (eddie kaspbrak-tozier & richie kaspbrak-tozier)

born on 31st october 2017 (08:02 AM)

zodiac sign: scorpio

bisexual and proud

crush on georgie, eventually falls for her brother

EVERYONE ships him with stenbrough kids

birthday twin with his best friend beck

someone HAD to name their kid after mike, bye

extroverted and basically trashmouth

has these schizophrenic phases when he shush himself after saying shit ("shut up, mikey")

has asthma, but smokes ("idiot" - georgie)

only jacob knows how to calm him down when he has anxiety attack

always carries some sort of first-aid kit

loves listening to oldies and playing old video games

his idea was to have matching tattoos

"black nails tell tales" & wears eyeliner

always tease jacob of his dirty little secret ("i don't know what you're talking about, mikey")

secretly wants jacob to wear skirts and dresses (imagining it before falling asleep)

once saw jacob wearing one, that's when it started and thanks to that he realized he fell

jacob calls him 'm'

plays keyboard in their little band losers n°2

Beck Marsh-Hanscom (17)

love child of beverly marsh-hanscom & ben hanscom

born on 31st october 2017 (02:48 PM)

zodiac sign: scorpio

pansexual and loud

basically mama of the group

thinks she likes jacob, but it's georgie all the way, yay

writes poetry and reads a lot

smoking dates with mike

basically get together mike and jacob

EVERYONE has crush on her

never miss a chance to have flowers in hair (georgie LOVES it)

really smart

found out the parallel in hers and her parents' names (be-) at the age of three

flirts a LOT (mainly not on purpose, she's just too kind to everyone around her)

don't mess with her, you're gonna earn a pretty black eye (mike knows what he's talking about)

calling everyone darling is her religion

actually interested in jewishness

wears strawberry chapstick to cover taste of cigarettes when kissing georgie (fails)

introduced boys to make-up and they are deep in that shit now

wants georgie to wear red lipstick, cause it looks hot on her, but she always refuses (after getting together she wears it all the time)

listens to new kids on the block ALL THE TIME

assumed to be fuckgirl, but is just the sweetest

vocalist and plays electric guitar in losers n°2

Jacob Uris-Denbrough (16)

second-born of stanley uris-denbrough & bill uris-denbrough

born on 6th january 2018 (09:21 PM)

zodiac sign: capricorn

gay as fuck

crush on mike almost since the beginning

basically the baby of the group (youngest too)

name after isaac's second-born kid in torah

loves writing & photographing

introverted and shy, but mike thinks it's cute

best friend with his sister (basically glued together)

overprotective over his big sis

stutters when nervous, mad, jealous, upset ("i find your stutters very cute, jc” - mike)

has nightmares a LOT

has OCD

always begging his parents to tell him more about their adventures when they were kids

finds old clubhouse and screams in excitement like little girl ("the stories are true")

secret marijuana dealer

getting high to escape reality when he has writer block and wanna daydream

stopped after mike found him one time and he spilled almost all of his secrets except that one "you're mikey, i'm not telling you my dirty little secret"

steals make-up from his best friend

wanna wear fem clothes, but is too scared to

mike calls him 'jc'

has skills to be a leader, just doesn't wanna be one

have read every single book by his dad and is his first reader and critic when he writes new book (bill always takes his advices to heart)

the most ticklish person you've ever known (mike takes an advantage in that, of course)

calls georgie 'gie'

basically papa stanny's boy

loves spending time with aunties patty & audra

plays drums in losers n°2

Georgie Uris-Denbrough (18)

first-born of stanley uris-denbrough & bill uris-denbrough

born on 15th august 2016 (03:15 AM)

zodiac sign: leo

proud lesbian

in love with beck, but hides it pretty well

definition of soft artist girl aesthetic

more easy-going and extroverted than her brother

overprotective over her lil bro

the oldest in the group

loves birdwatching and painting - mostly birds (and beck, shhh, don't let her hear that)

doesn't like reading at all

sassy queen as her dad, seriously the sassiest in the group and have tendency to shut up mike when he doesn't do it himself (beck finds it REALLY atractive)

more interested in jewishness than her brother

doesn't understand the point of OCD ("why you have to have everything so organised?")

walking artistic mess (brush in hair, doesn't care)

has brushes EVERYWHERE (back pocket of jeans? yeah, that's the safe place for brushes)

name after uncle georgie (jewish tradition to name their kid after dead relative, they believe that the soul of the loved one lives on in the child who now bears his name)

once painted judith on accident (never really saw the painting, just by hearing the stories) - her papa had nightmares after that for full month, her dad almost killed her (with words, ofc) and that's when jacob's nightmares started, she never forgave herself truly after that

calls jacob 'jay'

daddy bill's little girl

"strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you"

plays bass guitar in losers n°2

#stenbrough #reddie #benverly #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #stan uris #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #next gen au #losers club #it #it chapter two

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soulwillower · 3 years

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troublemaker II • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

requested: IMA NEED A PART TWO OF TROUBLEMAKER + also R U GONNA MAKE TROUBLEMAKER P2 I NEED A PART WHERE THEY FALL IN LURVVVVV + holy shit ainslee troublemaker was amazing can you please please do another please + will you ever do a part two to trouble maker? i fucking loved it + heyyyy so if ur requests do ever open again u should make one where it’s a part two of troublemaker but the reader is the dominant one this time 😳 + IMFG IM GONNA NEED A PART TWO OF THAT FIC MISS + hey ainslee queen I hope you’re doing good I know I am since that fat Cheeto is finally gone lmaoo anyways but I just had this moment in my head since I read your new Richie fic (which I loved): enemies to lovers but it’s sub!richie instead 😉💜💜💜 + yooooo your fics are sooooooo gooooood. and troublemaker kinda deserves a second part with richie teasing the reader at dinner

this was highly requested so here!! part 2 of troublemaker!

part one here

warnings: unprotected sex, pool sex, brief mentions of being caught, sub richie, a bit of switch richie for a hot sec, choking, a bit of praise, dirty talking, french richie!! also a slap (reader slaps richie), i think thats it but this is rly unedited.

translations: (**DISCLAIMER I AM NOT A NATIVE FRENCH SPEAKER I AM TRYING MY BEST**)

“tu vas me tuer“ - you will kill me

“dit ‘merci’“ - say thank you

“merde” - shit

“oh, mais tu l'as toujours aimée, non?” - oh, but you’ve always liked her, no?

[characters are 18+.]

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the next day was just odd.

you're not sure what you expected - it's not like a momentary weakness on both your sides could have unraveled the years of disdain and hate that you've sewn for each other.

so, somewhere in your sex-muddled mind, while you’d been staring at the marks left on you in the mirror, imagining his pale skin against your own, the lasting sting to your hips and the soreness to your throat; you’d almost forgotten how miserable richie was to be around.

but then you were all at lunch the next day. sitting at the large family table, next to your parents, across from richie and his own parents. and he started dragging his foot over your leg, teasing lightly and making you flush in heat, your eyes meeting and sending thrills through your body.

you don't think anything of it when richie accidentally drops his fork on the floor under him and then excuses himself to crawl under the table like a five year old looking for a crayon, in fact, you just roll your eyes at his stupidity and continue to talk to richie's mom, who sits a few feet away from you at the spacious table.

a jolt runs through your body when a hand gently caresses your inner thigh, and your breath becomes hitched in your throat, momentarily losing your voice. you look down quickly, to find the mischievous eyes you've spent too much time thinking of the last twelve hours staring at you from under the table, head between your spread legs, mere inches from the apex of your thighs.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you stutter to answer maggie's question about your hobbies, suddenly hyper-aware that when you'd come in from the ocean you'd left your legs and swimsuit bottom uncovered with only a shirt on your chest.

a quick kiss is pressed to your clothed clit and you jump back a bit. “y/n, are you okay?” your mother asks, and you kick blindly under the table in shock. a thump sounds under the table and richie yelps, “aie!”

you cough, “sorry, just-” “-y/n kicked me!” richie calls, the scrape of the fork on the floor making you roll your eyes. fucking idiot.

“play nice, y/n.” your mom chides. you shake your head, going back to telling maggie about your afterschool endeavors.

"-oh, one of richie's friends does that, too." went adds, perking up. you smile, cheeks flushed as richie returns to his chair, fork in hand and a huge smirk on his lips. you glare at him, flashing him the finger. he just raises his brow, puckering his lips slightly and dropping a wink.

"oh, that's right! richie, what's her name? my, she is very sweet." maggie adds, taking another bite of salad. richie's eyes meet yours through the top of his bottle of corona lite, as he takes a swig then wipes his lips, smug smirk making you burn in irritation. wentworth laughs, "yeah, she was sweet until you both showed up with hickies everywhere. i swear, there wasn't a single inch of clear skin."

maggie throws cauliflower at wentworth as she mutters, "went! knock it off." richie just chuckles, shaking his head. "c'mon, pops. shit happens." he defends. his dad, egged on by his son, laughs, "yeah, no kidding. i think every single girl you've ever had over has left with at least ten hickies. you could at least buy them dinner."

"hey, at least he has a job," your mom adds, and you squeeze your eyes shut, expecting something bad to follow. "- that way you don't have to be the ones buying him his twenty pack condoms every month." they all laugh.

“say, y/n may be the only girl your age we know that hasn’t fallen in love with you.” his dad jests, making everyone laugh. “-yet,” your dad adds, and you glare at him. you shrug, “it’s not really hard at all.” you say. richie scoffs, “you sure, toots?” he asks with a grin.

“believe me, you’re not my type.” you spit. richie laughs, “right, you like a good gentleman, right? someone who will say ‘you’re welcome’ when you say thank you?”

you freeze slightly at his words, heat pooling between your legs as you remember the night before. the way he made you say thank you. but his boldness to bring it up in front of your family has you rolling your eyes. “i think i like someone who will do what i say.” you respond.

his mom laughs, “that’s not a big deal, richie’s all talk, but he’s a nice boy at heart. he needs someone who’ll boss him around.” she winks at you. you turn to richie, in turn raising your eyebrows cockily. he stares back at you.

“oh, richie’s too busy with those other girls for me, anyways. i have my own troublemakers to worry about.”

“okay.” richie starts, “i won’t waste my time on you, then. i got plenty of fish in the sea at home.” he says with a wink, and you turn red. why are you still so jealous?

maggie hums, “oh, mais tu l'as toujours aimée, non?” her tone is teasing, and whatever it is she said makes went laugh, richie’s face going pink. “shush, maman, you just want y/n to marry me so i don’t go through five divorces.”

everyone laughs.

your eyes are wide, face full of heat as you stare at your food. the toziers and your family both have always been open about sexuality, and generally really close and so you're used to teasing like this from your parents and them, but you can't get over how jealous you feel.

so richie has mind-blowing sex with everyone? you glare at your own cauliflower.

"i'm going swimming." you say abruptly, pushing back and glaring at richie, tossing your finished plate in the dishwasher before exiting quickly, rushing to the pool on the side of the house.

you're not in the pool for even two minutes before richie's footsteps echo down the side of the house.

you hide your glare as you look at your body in the water before meeting his eyes, "what can i do for you, tozier?"

he gives you a smirk, "someone's pissy today." he mutters as he slides into the pool, sitting on the bench under the water on the edge of the shallow end. you glare at him. "what was that shit you just pulled?" you snap.

he looks at you innocently, "what? i did nothing. it was our parents. you're just fucking sensitive." you roll your eyes, heaving a sigh. when you look at him again, his eyes are trained on the skin of your chest exposed by your swim suit, and you glare.

“what? you like what you see, asshole?” you ask, snapping your fingers so he looks up at your eyes. he smirks, “yeah, i do. can't stop thinking about all the ways i could make you scream. if only you weren’t such a bitch.”

your jaw drops and you wade in the pool towards him. “says you. you couldn’t fucking handle me, tozier. you’re too much of a coward.” you spit. he just smiles. “right, again, i'd like to remind you how many times you begged me and thanked me last night."

“i hate you so much.” you say, mustering the best glare you can. he raises his eyebrows. “oh, really? is that why you stormed out here?” he says. he tilts his head, "i thought it was because you were just aching so bad for me that you couldn't wait.

you raise your brows, "fuck you. you were hard the minute i came in for lunch." you tease, toying with the strap of your bathing suit. richie's jaw clenches, but he shakes his head, "as if you weren't begging me to fuck you not twelve hours ago?" he counters, but his voice wavers slightly as you move toward him in the water, slowly sliding to straddle his lap, hands falling to his bare chest.

"you're unbelievable." you counter, grinding your hips on his and relishing in the pleasure that courses through you. "i know how bad you need me." you whisper, kissing his earlobe before biting the skin of his neck below it. he hisses.

he's kissing you seconds later, hands pawing at you under the water. he tastes like lime and a bit like the beer he'd had at the beach and again at lunch.

you drag your hand slowly under the waistband of his swim trunks and grasp the base of his cock, squeezing as you start to twist your wrist. he lets out a short moan, his head falling back against the edge of the pool. fuck, he’s so fucking hot like this. you pull him back in for a kiss before looking at him, stopping your motions with your hand. he moves his thumb to trace idle circles over your clit, and you bite back a moan as you watch him.

“what, are you waiting for instructions?" he asks with a cocky smirk. you glare at him hotly.

then you're sinking onto him swiftly, making you gasp in pleasure and discomfort. he’s so fucking big, but you bite your lip so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you like this. but then he's the one a moaning and whimpering mess, because you're adjusting and still and he's restless. you feel him inside you, full completely with his cock, him at your mercy, and it makes you smirk.

"beg for it, richie." you say.

his eyes widen, cheeks pink. his mouth opens and closes several times, but you're patient. “tu vas me tuer,” he mutters to himself, and you roll your eyes. “i don’t speak french.” you snap, tugging his hair.

"please move. wanna feel you around me, please." he rushes out, groaning as he begs.

you smile mockingly and rise, sinking down onto him again. "was that so hard?" you ask. you gasp, hands clutching the edge of the pool on either side of richie, the feeling of his cock stretching you making you whimper in bliss. he moans your name and it sounds melodic to your ears, his eyes shutting and head rolling back.

you grab his jaw, though, and mutter, “look at me when i’m riding you, richie.” your voice is sweet and smooth and nothing like the words that fall from your mouth, and you feel him twitch inside you. it makes you grin. he moans, “merde.”

you move on him, thrusting yourself up and down on him as the water moves around you, adrenaline coursing through you at the thought of getting caught. it makes you grin as you pepper kisses up and down the column of his throat. "god, y/n, please, feels so good." he whispers, hands gripping your hips. your stomach swirls, still responding to the praise though you're the one in control.

you find a new angle and bite your lip to keep from screaming at the feeling and see richie biting his own bruised lips, his face flushed and chest heaving. his hands are digging into your hips harshly and if you weren’t in so much pleasure, you might laugh at how desperate he looks for you. he’s hitting deep inside you and you feel full, moaning as you bounce up and down.

“fuck, y/n/n… please, please.” he whimpers, his hands running over your hair and your shoulders, lips feathering over the column of your neck as you bounce yourself on him. you moan into his skin, kissing softly under his ear.

"what do you say?" you whisper into his ear, tugging on his lobe. he lets out a low moan that has you clenching around him in arousal. he rolls his eyes and doesn't respond, so you tug his curls back and he hisses lightly, "i don’t know what you mean." he mutters, cheeks bright red. it makes you smirk, stomach curling with the need for sweet revenge. yes, he knows, but you play along.

“dit ‘merci,’ pretty boy.” you whisper into his ear, using the only french phrase you can remember that you may or may not have looked up earlier today. but no matter, his reaction is priceless.

goose bumps raise on his neck and arms and he groans lightly, muttering, “merci, ma belle.”

you lean back, hips slowing, and you can tell it's torturous for him because his hands tighten on your hips, a small whine escaping his throat. "what was that, richie?" you ask, slowly grinding your hips and letting him hit that perfect spot inside you, making you close your eyes in ecstasy. "say it louder, i couldn't quite hear you. want everyone to know how easily i make you melt."

"sh-shut up." he mutters instead, his hips starting to snap up into you. you're suddenly shocked by his switch in demeanor, you can tell he's trying to take control; you nearly laugh, and you would if it didn't feel so euphoric. he's smirking as he holds you, fucking up into you and making you clench your fists into his hair, struggling for dominance. "so easy for you to think you're in control," he mutters, "i could tell you were jealous. you only want this cock for yourself, isn't that right?"

you flush warm at his words but you just glare, filled with anger so you surge forward, hand wrapping around his throat. his eyes go wide and a moan escapes his throat lowly, his hips stuttering. you hum in mock empathy, squeezing your hand lightly as you pepper kisses up his jaw. you start to bounce on his cock again, feeling so close to your orgasm that you have to contain your moans.

"god, you're so hot when you stop talking." you whisper, hand wrapping around his throat, repeating the words he’d said to you yesterday. his adam's apple bobs as he swallows and stares up at you, a new kind of fire lighting in his eyes as he looks up at you, cheeks reddening as he lets out a light moan. "did you think of me again last night? when you were going to bed?" you ask gently, cupping his jaw as you move on him.

he pants, nodding lightly with his bruised lip caught under his teeth. "did you think of fucking me, in the ocean? in the pool? in the kitchen? or did you imagine me swallowing your cock under the table during dinner?" you whisper to him, his adam's apple bobbing again, freckles popping out against his reddened cheeks.

you tut, "richie, did you try to make me jealous today? that's a little embarrassing."

"it worked, didn't it?" he mutters through a clenched jaw, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. you glare at him, hand raising and slapping his cheek lightly. his eyes shoot open as the left cheek fills with a light pink color, a smirk on his face that sends another wave of arousal over you. it's almost a reflex it seems as richie's own hand shoots out of the water, wrapping around your own throat.

you stare at each other as you continue to move on him, his hand on your throat and yours on his own, his cheek skin red from where you'd just slapped him. "that's a yes, doll." he mutters, still smirking.

then you're moving your hips in a way that hits your g-spot, momentarily losing your grip on his neck as the pleasure makes your eyes roll back. his hand falls from your throat and rests on your hips, tugging you closer to him with need.

richie’s torso falls back so he’s leaning against the pool wall, his eyes not leaving yours, desperation etched onto his face. you lean to press your hands against his chest, changing the angle again. “fuck.” he mutters and you moan, your legs burning but the pleasure flowing through your body.

he all but growls, his head falls back with a groan of pleasure, his hands raising to your hips and fucking up into you, eyes scrunched.

"y/n, i'm close, please." he mutters. you moan lightly, "me too baby." you hiss back, his hand thumbing your clit and making you clench around his cock with arousal, legs shaking and toes curling as you fuck down onto him.

his hips are stuttering and he’s whimpering, thumb rubbing against your clit. you moan at the feeling, whispering praise into richie’s ear, making him snap his hips quicker.

you hit your high quickly and it makes your body shake, your legs stuttering as you still yourself on him, moaning into his neck.

you start to move again, allowing richie to chase his high as he whimpers into your lips, gripping your thighs tight. "please, please." he's groaning and then his hips are stuttering and he’s moaning your name, cumming as he kisses you.

you feel him fill you up and you sigh in pleasure, feeling shaky but more than satisfied. his hands fall from your hips to wipe at his hot, red face. you run your hands through his salty mess of curls, swallowing. "sorry i hit you." you say genuinely, even though you know he liked it. he chuckles, hands wrapping around your waist.

"you should know that i liked it. i know you did too."

you can only chuckle lightly, face warm as you bury it in the crook of his neck, still too sensitive for either of you to move yet. he continues after a beat.

"i may hate you, y/n, but god damn if our sex isn't the best i've ever had." he says it in an exhausted voice, eyes closed as your skin sticks to his own, but you laugh a bit tiredly, pressing a kiss to his collarbone and comfortable in the feeling of him still deep inside you. it’s obvious that the feeling in your chest when he speaks those words is pride.

"then we need to make the most of this vacation, i guess." you say, eyes fluttering.

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#richie tozier smut #richie tozier x reader #losers club x reader #losers x reader

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fuji09 · 3 years

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Its @ashleyo982 birthday today! So I wrote down some Richie Tozier headcanons as a way to say Happy Birthday.

Richie can cook and bake. Like he is really amazing at it. He has a hard time following recipes but that ends up with him creating something even better!

Richie can't dance to save his life unless he is drunk.

Most kids go through a rainbow phase, well Richie of course has to be different, he goes through a black and white phase. He draws and colors everything black and white, he gets clothing that's black and white, he's just obsessed with stuff that's black and white. His mom is so happy when that phase is finally over.

He started doodling the moment he held a pencil, and his mom ends up finding pages of hearts Richie has drawn, and sometimes they have Eddie's name in them.

So of course he gets really good at drawing, he's constantly drawing in school, it helps him pay attention, he draws when he is around his friends, and sometimes he hangs out with just Bill and they just draw the entire time, barely even talking.

Once Stan noticed how good Richie was, he asked him to come along with him for bird watching. Richie ends up drawing some of the most amazing and detailed birds Stan has ever seen and he asks to keep them.

Stan frames and hangs up every single bird drawing Richie gives him in his bedroom.

Richie has an entire sketchbook that is nothing but sketches of Eddie. No one knows about it, he keeps it hidden away and safe.

Richie has so many different sketchbooks for different things. One is for sketches of his friends, one is just for birds, one is for different designs and doodles, and of course his Eddie sketchbook.

Richie is impulsive, so when he learns about stick and poke tattoos, he gets the ink and needles and ends up giving himself some shitty little tattoos in various places on his body.

He puts a star on his thigh, a planet that looked like Saturn on his ankle, a pentagram on his wrist, and a smiley face on his foot.

He offers to give everyone a stick and poke tattoo but only Bev takes him up on that offer. He ends up giving her a peace sign on the back of her neck, her hair covering it so her dad doesn't see.

Eventually Richie makes his way to the Hanlon farm and he sketches the animals, sheep, chickens, pigs, and horses. He chats with Mike as he does the farm chores.

He sketches Mike holding a lamb that was recently born, he gave that one to Mike because he absolutely glowed when Richie showed it to him.

Ben gets an after school job at the library, so of course Richie has to keep him company every now and then. He sits on the counter, even though Ben told him he shouldn't, and he just draws.

Ben finds it endearing, and he has someone to talk to when the library is dead. Richie even helps him put books away sometimes.

Eddie is always watching Richie draw, he loves to watch Richie when he is at his most focused. He tries not to bother Richie but he ends up asking a ton of questions, of course Richie doesn't mind at all, but he still teases Eddie about distracting him.

Richie is a very hands on type of person, he can't stand if he's not allowed to touch something. He needs to feel it, even if he knows he will hate the feeling.

This has caused him to be kicked out of museums multiple times.

Some of those times were on school field trips. Richie never saw it as a bad thing, they end up being able to grab McDonald's to kill time before going back to the school.

Richie becomes an art major in college, but he still focuses on becoming a comedian, because that's his dream.

#fuji rants #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #stanley uris #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #losers club #it #stephen kings it

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