because she needs some more richie

Je T’aime, Mon Cher Eddie

For @time-for-tozier who came up with this idea, I hope you like it!!

Eddie watched as the clock’s minute hand moved towards the number 12, making a ticking noise as it wet round. He was so fixated that he jumped when the bell rang, the cue for people around him to pack up and leave the room.

He slammed his yellow note book shut and shoved it, and his pencil, into his backpack, before running out of the classroom to meet up with the other losers.

He sprinted down the hallways, bumping into several people and nearly tripping twice, before he reached the door. He swung the door open and walked to the bike rack around the side of the school.

“Hey Eddie,” Ben called to him as he walked over.

“Hey guys,” Eddie took in the positions of his friends. Mike was sat on the ground, fiddling with his bike, it kept breaking. Ben was sat on a bench about a meter away from the bike rack, a book resting open on his lap. Beverly was sitting on her bike seat, hands already gripping the handlebars as if she was in a hurry to go. Bill and Stan were stood next to each other, however, Eddie noticed, much too close to be considered normal. And Richie, well, he was being his usual self. He was hung upside down on one the metal bannister of a nearby stair case, dark hair brushing the ground.

“Eds! You finally arrived!” Richie near shouted bouncing his way back over to the group. “Can we go now?”

The losers collectively rolled their eyes and grabbed their bikes, climbing on and cycling towards the woods.

Their was a field there that they had claimed as their new hangout. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. In the spring, the ground was covered in daisies, Richie loved it, and prided himself on making “the best daisy chains in Derry”. In the Summer and Autumn, the grass was green and soft. And in the Winter, the Loser’s decided to just hand out at each other’s houses instead, with the careful avoidance of the Tozier, Marsh and Kaspbrak residences.

They were all laying on the grass. Beverly had her head resting on Ben’s lap as he sat cross legged playing with her hair. Stan and Bill were laying shoulder to shoulder, Mike was spread out like a starfish, and Richie was resting his head on Eddie’s stomach.

They were peaceful.

“Richie, I couldn’t help but to notice that you were in my French class this morning.” Bev spoke up, breaking the silence.

She knew there had to be a reason behind his sudden appearance in the class. She knew that she took it so that one day, when she was old enough, she could move to France and never look back. She knew that Stan’s parents wanted him to focus more on his religion. She knew that Ben was already fluent in the language and didn’t need to take a class. She knew that Bill found it too hard because of his stutter. She knew that Mike and Eddie simply didn’t want to take the subject, seeing no reason for it.

So what was Richie’s reason?

“You take French?” Eddie chuckled, sitting up. “Since when?”

“Well, obviously since this morning dipshit. I already know how to say some stuff. Such as,” Richie cleared his throat. “Ta mère aime ça dans le cul.”

Bev’s head shot up. “Beep Beep Richie.”

“W-what did he say?” Bill asked.

“Do you really want me to tell you?” Bev whined. The rest of the group, bar Richie and Ben, nodded. She sighed. “He said “your mother likes it up the ass.”

Groans of “Richie”, and “really?” We passed around as Richie smirked.

“Hey Rich? Do you know anything that’s not rude?” Eddie asked.

“Umm yeah,” Richie replied. “Eddie, tu as de beaux yeux.” (You have beautiful eyes)

“What does that mean?”

“Ahh, my dear Eddie Spaghetti, that is a secret.”

“Don’t call me that. Bev? Can you tell me what he said?” Eddie asked Beverly, who was staring at Richie with a strange look on her face. She stared for a few more moments before turning to Eddie.

“Sorry Eddie, I don’t know what he said.”


The next morning Richie bounced into school with too much energy for 7am on a Tuesday.

“Good morning, mes petits choux.” He smiled, leaning his chin on Eddie’s head.

“Richie, if I may ask, why did you just call us ‘your little cabbages’?” Ben questioned.

“I did it because I felt like it.” Just then the bell rang for class.

“Um, Richie? Can I talk you you for a sec? In private?” Beverly asked. Richie nodded, he loved the girl like family, they both dealt with similar issues in their home lives. “Do you like Eddie? You know, as in like him?”

Richie blushed. “No, where did you get that idea?”

“You’re always hugging him, you never stop staring at him, and yesterday you told him, in French, that he had beautiful eyes.”

“You said you didn’t understand what I said!”

“Well I lied, I guessed that you didn’t really want me to tell him, otherwise you would have simply said it in English.” She sighed. “Richie, what’s the real reason you started taking French class? You know I’m not going to judge you.”

Richie sighed. “I’ve been dealing with so much at home and then I come to school and he,” Richie leant back against the wall. “He makes me feel safe, and, I dunno, loved I guess? I just wanted a way to tell him how I feel and explain what’s happening at home. But it was way too painful to say it all in English, so I thought it’d be easier to tell him in another language.”

“Oh, Richie.” Beverly wrapped him in a hug. “That’s so sweet.” Richie gave her a half smile, and they began walking to their first class, which happened to be French.


Eddie was just dozing off when he hears the taps at his window. At first he was scared that it was a leper, or a murderer, but he was assured it wasn’t when someone spoke up from behind the glass and curtains.

“Eddie? You awake?” Eddie pushed he covers off and got out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains.

The person at his window was Richie.

“C-can I come in?” Eddie could see the tears making their way steadily down Richie’s cheeks. He pushed the window open as quietly as he could and Richie clambered in.

“Rich, are you okay? What happened?” Instead of the answer Eddie knew he wasn’t going to get, Richie clutched him in a hug, openly sobbing.

Eddie guided Richie over to his bed and lates him down so that Richie’s head was resting above his heart. He never got answers, but he knew how to calm his best friend down. He liked listening to Eddie’s heartbeat, to confirm he wasn’t alone, and he like it when Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.

That’s exactly what Eddie was doing when Richie stopped crying and mumbled something.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”

“Je t'aime. S’il te plaît, ne me quitte jamais.” (I love you. Please never leave me.)

Richie fell asleep soon after that, Eddie had no idea what the sleeping boy had said to him.

Over the next few months, Richie refused to stop talking in French whilst around Eddie. Beverly noticed he would constantly be blushing whenever Richie spoke the foreign words, in a thick accent. All of the Losers agreed that it was The only good impression Richie Tozier had ever done. During these months, Bev had to put up with Richie’s constant pining for Eddie.

She would always catch him calling Eddie a ‘magnifique petit tournesol’ (gorgeous little sunflower) or telling Eddie that he ‘avait l'air si mignon dans ce pull’ (looked so cute in that sweater’. He even said ‘Mon Amour.’ (My love) a few times

She was fed up of it. She knew without a doubt that Eddie had the same feelings towards Richie. So, during their 5th period geography class, Bev gave Richie a stern talking to.

“You need to tell him.”


“Eddie! You need to tell him how you feel! I’m like 99% sure he reciprocates your feelings.”

“Yes Bev, but what about the 1% hmm?” Beverly rolled her eyes, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence.

A few weeks passed and Richie and Eddie found themselves alone at Loser’s Meadow, as the gang had dubbed it, watching the sun set.

“Eddie, I’m about to ramble in French and you just need to listen, you don’t need to understand.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay.” He secretly loved it when Richie spoke French, however, he’d never admit it.

“Vous ne comprenez pas un mot que je dis en ce moment, et honnêtement? Je pense que c'est une bonne chose.

(You don’t understand a word im saying right now, and honestly? I think thats a good thing.)

J'avais besoin d'un moyen de pouvoir te dire ce que je ressens sans que tu me détestes.

(I needed a way to be able to tell you how i feel without you hating me.)

Parce que je sais que tu ne m'aimes pas en retour. Qui pourrait m'aimer de retour? Je suis un morceau de merde sans valeur.

(Because I know you don’t love me back. Who could love me back? I’m a worthless piece of shit.)

Vous voyez, vous n'avez absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis. En ce moment, tes joues sont d'un rouge vif avec combien tu rougis, et ton sourire n'a jamais été aussi beau.

(See, you have absolutely no idea what I’m saying. Right now, your cheeks are bright red with how much you’re blushing, and your smile has never been more beautiful.)

Tant que je continue à sourire et à parler, ce regard restera sur votre visage. Je ne veux jamais que tu arrêtes de sourire.

(As long as I keep smiling and talking, that look will stay on your face. I never want you to stop smiling.)

Ok, maintenant pour la vraie merde.

(Okay, now for the real shit.)

Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime depuis que nous avons neuf ans. Vous avez toujours été mon refuge, pour les nuits où il n'est pas sûr de rentrer à la maison, ou j'en ai fini avec le monde.

(Eddie Kaspbrak, I have loved you since we were 9 years old. You have always been my safe haven, for nights when it isn’t safe to go home, or I’m just done with the world.)

Vous êtes la seule personne à qui je fais confiance. Sauf ça. C'est la seule chose que vous ne saurez jamais, parce que je sais que vous ne ressentirez jamais la même chose.

(You are the one person I trust everything to. Except this. This is the one thing that you’ll never know, because I know you’ll never feel the same.)

Je t'aime Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime.

(I love you Eddie Kaspbrak, I love you.)”

Eddie giggled. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Oh, um, just a very detailed description of your mom’s vagina. I can retell it in English if you’d like?”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said whilst laughing, as Richie sat admiring him, a wistful expression on his face.

A few days later saw Richie climbing into Eddie’s window at 3am with a bust lip and a black eye and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without having to ask, Eddie pulled him into his bed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Richie wouldn’t stop muttering something in French until he fell asleep.

“Je t'aime.” Eddie made himself a promise that he’d look those words up as soon as the library was open tomorrow.

As soon as Richie left the next morning, Eddie pulled on a Red sweatshirt, one of Richie’s that he’d left behind years ago, and some shorts. He ran out of the house, making sure to kiss his mother goodbye before he left, and raced to the library.

He walked in and asked the receptionist to point him towards the ‘languages’ section.

He grabbed himself the first French dictionary he could find and flipped straight to the ‘T’ chapter, he already knew that ‘Je’ mean ‘I’.

Eddie gasped when he read the meaning. He dropped the book, causing a loud thud, and ran straight for the exit. He clambered back onto his bike and sped down the streets. He knew where Richie would be. The out of use highway bridge. He would always go there on a Saturday to smoke, listen to The Smiths and get away from his Parents.

Eddie threw his bike down as soon as he arrived, taking a puff from his asthma inhaler. “Richie?” He called out.

“Eddie?” He looked up to see Richie sat on the bridge’s ledge, feet swinging backwards and forwards. Eddie began to run up the hill towards the dark haired boy, whilst said boy stumbled down towards him. They met halfway.

“Eds, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting your mother or something.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” Eddie stated, not even bothering to tell Richie off for calling him Eds.

“What?” Richie looked unsure of what he’d just heard.

“Je t’aime aussi.” Eddie took a breath. “I love you too.”

Richie wasted no time in pulling Eddie in by his waist, connecting their lips. Eddie fisted his hands in the collar of Richie’s shirt. They pulled away a few moments later, in need of air, and rested their foreheads together.

This felt right. This felt like home.

Need a Pair?

Originally posted by anguishborn

Anonymous Requested: AHHHHH. i check your blog everyday hoping to see that requests are open and they are!! yaya i love your writing! can I get a richie x reader x stan where the reader is like richie and stan combined but likes stan more? also, she gets bullied by the bowers crew because of her orthodontics and glasses (can’t say s’s :/ ) tysmmmm❤️❤️
+ hey babe, i’d like to request some stanley angst! thanks, your writing is great ♡

Pairing: Stan x Reader + slight Richie x Reader

Warnings: i changed the first request a bit and left out the whole orthodontics thing because I didn’t want to insult anyone if I got something wrong!

You were never really good at standing up for yourself.

It was something your friends and family told you; the fact that you let anyone walk over you and normally stayed silent. It wasn’t that you wanted to be treated that way, it’s just you couldn’t find the courage to say anything. You often remained silent and when with your friends, that was really the only time you spoke up. But then not even that much.

It was one of the reasons why Henry and his douchy friends liked to pick on you the most. If Henry managed to catch you while you were alone, he could tease you and bully you all he wanted and you’d sit there and take it. You hated yourself for it, but no where within you could you find the courage to speak up.

It just so happened to be one of those days Henry caught you alone, you were walking home from the quarry that you’d been with your friends at and surprisingly the boy was alone himself. You felt your heart sink at the sight of him, knowing nothing could end well. “Hey, four eyes!” Henry called and self-consciously, you pushed up your glasses that had been sliding down your face. You knew better than to start walking away so you slowed your step, turning to Henry cautiously.

Once he reached you, he smirked and raised his hand, shoving you back. You tripped over your own feet, landing harshly on your bum as you groaned. Yet, you only continued to stare up at the older boy, watching as he bent down and took your glasses right off your face. Biting your lip, you crinkled your eyes in fear as Henry’s face blurred.

Henry waved your glasses around as if they didn’t even matter and you felt your heart rate pick up every time his disgusting fingers smudged the lenses or he waved them dangerously above the ground. “You don’t need these to see, right?” Henry asked, smiling down at you like he was far superior to you.

You dug your fingernails into the ground, ignoring the pain. This could only end badly.

“No answer?” Henry raised an eyebrow; “great, i’ll take yes for an answer then.” Before you knew it, with your blurred you watched Henry drop your glasses on the ground and smack his foot atop of them. You cringed at the sound of glass cracking, biting your lip so hard you were sure you’d drawn blood. Once Henry picked up his foot, you looked at the shattered glass with utter disappointment. Why couldn’t you ever just stand up for yourself?

“Have a nice time seeing, loser.” Henry spat before walking off in the other direction. 

Once you were sure he was gone, you pushed yourself off the middle of the street, grabbing your glasses. You stared at the shatter lens, the right lens not even there anymore. How were you suppose to explain this to your mother?

“Y/N!” You jumped at the mention of you name, hiding your glasses behind your back and turning to see Richie and Stan making their way over to you. You waved half-heartedly, waiting until they reached you. “Stan, Richie.” You greeted and watched as their faces fell.

“Hey, Y/N, wheres your glasses?”

“Um…” You paused, unsure if you should tell them but it didn’t matter, because after a few seconds of your silence Stan stepped forward. He grabbed your arm that was hidden behind your back, pulling it so both Richie and Stan could see. Stan’s face fell at the sight of your messed up glasses and Richie gasped dramatically. Looking away in shame, you muttered; “Henry.”

“Jesus, Y/N, You really need to learn how to tell people to fuck off.” Richie tsked, taking the glasses from your hand to look at them.

Looking over at Stan’s worried face, you sighed; “I know.”  You muttered, Stan still gripping your hand. “It’s fine though, i’ll just get another.”

“Isn’t that the second time he’s done this this past month?” Stan asked and begrudgingly, you nodded. “I know- I know, speak up for myself. He’s just…”

“It’s fine.” Richie shrugged, giving back your glasses. “You can just borrow mine.” He grinned, “i’m pretty sure you’d look hot in my glasses.” You rolled your eyes at Richie’s comment, feigning disgust as you both laughed.

Suddenly, Stan directed your attention back on him as his hand slid down your arm to grab your hand. “Come on, i’ll walk you home.” He offered, holding your hand tightly as you stared up at him in shock. Feeling your face warm, you looked away with a small nod.

“What the hell Stan?” Richie exclaimed, watching as Stan begun to lead you away. You missed Stan looking back at Richie and sticking his tongue out like a child in victory.

“Just in case she gets lost!”

“I could’ve walked her home!”

“Too late.”


I am so ready for dark!Kate, and what changes this brings for her. I feel like the writers did this for 3 very specific purposes:

1. Tie Kate into the mythology more. For Kate to continue being a relevant part of the series, and not just ‘the love interest’ or Scott’s sister they had to find a way to draw her in. The blood well will most likely spin out into even more plot going forward, and my dark queen Kate will be front and center. I cannot wait. This means there will definitely be Kate/Santanico scenes!

2. Katie-cakes had to die. She had to fully step away from being the Godly preacher’s daughter. This season started her along that path already, and be slowly saw her innocence stripped away - but her goodness remained resolute. Everything she did she did for love of her brother. She could have walked away into a sunshiney life with that money, but she didn’t. She died sacrificing for those she loved. Her resurrection opens a whole new ball game. Her goodness will always be in question now. Her morality will no longer only be swayed by selfless love, but most likely by selfish instincts inside of her. For Kate to grow her humanity had to shift or there was no way she could live with the choices that will come next with Seth/Richie/Santanico/Scott. The Preacher’s daughter is dead, long live.

3. For romantical reasons, obviously. ;) No, seriously. The writers have gone there already in many subtle and not so subtle ways with both Kate/Seth and Kate/Richie, but her youth was a huge drawback in going forward. I don’t mean simply her age - because look at Scott - but Kate’s youth in life experiences, her emotional maturity, etc. If they were going to set her on a path with the Gecko brothers to some fucked up love mess (which they are) then they needed her to be on a bit more of a level playing field. She’s no longer strictly human. She’s a supernatural force because of the blood well which puts her on par with Richie, and Santanico as well. The old Kate is gone. She died and came back, and that experience, that darkness, puts her on par with Seth. If they were ever going to explore those relationships to their full potential Kate had to grow up quick, and now she’s been reborn.

I cannot wait until next season. There is no telling where this is going, and the combination of characters we’ll get to see. This season was a lot of separate storylines so I’m hoping next season will be more connected. I’m dying for the mirror they’ve created with Kate and Santanico to be more developed. Both started out as young innocents, and both were turned into supernatural goddesses. Their goodness was replaced with darkness, and we’ve seen the cost of that to Santanico. Also, so excited for more Richie/Kate/Seth continuing to be the most fucked up ot3 I’ve ever had. FDTD leveled up!