IT the movie idea

In 2-3 years they make another movie called it part 1.5 where the kids just have a good time without worrying about pennywise and just play 90s games and watch 90s movies and we would all awe at the sight of Reddie and would all be complete.

reasons i relate to richie tozier:

🖤 makes jokes at inappropriate times

🖤 scared my friends will forget about me

🖤 pretends to be a hardass

🖤 actually a soft boy who just wants to love and protect my friends

🖤 loud

🖤 cares deeply about eddie kaspbrak

🖤 just wants attention and love

🖤 no sense of style

🖤 so many dick jokes

im breathing in the chemicals



The Losers Club: At The Mall (Modern AU)

-They all get their food from the food court and run around to find the best table (fighting over the best spot) while Bill trails behind them walking slowly and carefully with the large tray of food.

- Richie rides around on one of those animal scooters and Eddie tries to stop him but ends up having to chase after him.

-Stan sooo wants to go in Bath & Body Works but is too embarrassed. Bev see this and ushers him inside because ‘She wants to go in’.

-Bill loves to go to the Tea place and has all the Losers try the tea. Richie spits it out, Eddie wants to like it because he knows it’s good for you but he hates the taste. Stan loves it too.

- Richie gets in trouble for walking up the down escalator and proceeds to make fun of the security guard behind his back. The Losers try not to laugh.

-Stan always pretends like he’s gonna jump off the ledge.

-they all get real food from the food court but Richie gets soft pretzels.

-Stan loves White Barn and goes in to smell the candles but it bothers him if he doesn’t smell like the whole shelf. So he’s in there for like thirty minutes.

-They get frozen yogurt for dessert and Eddie gets plain vanilla but Richie gets every possible topping.

-Mike falls asleep in a really comfortable chair in one of the furniture stores so Richie takes the whip cream off his frozen yogurt and puts it all over his palm and tickles Mike’s nose.

-Mike slaps Richie instead.

-Bill shops at like Jcpenny and the Gap and they tease him for being boring.

-Bev loves Spencer’s, and Hot Rags and searches time and time again for good band t-shirts.

-Ben buys a giant stuffed bear from a toy store. (For himself)

-Bill comforts a sad lost little boy and helps him find his mother, holding his hand the whole time.

Losers Club playing truth or dare

Bev: Mike, truth or dare

Mike: dare

Bev: i dare you to sing your favorite song.

[he completes the dare]

Mike: Eds, dare or dare

Eddie: wha- trut- huuuuh? dare:(

Mike: i dare you to do an impression of Bill

Eddie: that seems a little rude, but fuck it. “Who wants to come fuck up this demon with me? I’ll pay you a thousand dollars, and no Richie, if i die y-you cannot have my comic collection.”

Richie to Bill: I never wanted your stupid collection anyway.

Bill: th-that wasnt me!

Eddie: Richie truth or dare

Richie: truth.

Eddie: who do you have a crush on?

Richie: that awkward moment when your crush asks who your crush is

Eddie: wha?



Everyone else: awww.



Richie: i mean… ah fuck.

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 2/??

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Depression, angst and fluff throughout the whole series, suicide attempt

A/N: Im so happy at how much support part 1 got?? Thankyou all so so so fucking much ily all also!! credit to @finn-got-tall for an idea in one of the scenes!! (I wont reveal which scene bc i want people to just read) but ty lovely

Part 1 | 2 | 3 (Soon) | …

Eddie and Richie blinked at each other, stunned to see one another in such a strange coincidence. Eddie still had his hand up, but Richie still hadn’t took it. Richie merely brought his hand up that held the cigarette, taking a drag and allowing the toxic waste to decay against his lungs. Eddie visibly cringed at the sight, but stayed silent; he only continued to watch in hope that Richie would somehow step down. Richie took away the small stick, blowing the smoke out slowly and staring at Eddie through his large obnoxious eye glasses.

“Why are you here, Eds?” Richie asked, as if a day hadn’t passed since they last talked.

Which was funny, considering they had barely shared a word in two and a half years. They were both 17 now, not two 14 year old boys with hormonal issues and experiencing puberty. No, they were grown but not quite men yet.

“Why are you hanging off the side of the school ledge? C’mon, get down-”

Richie flicked the cigarette over the edge, watching it fall over his shoulder and getting lost in the distance to the ground.

“Why should I?” Richie tilted his head, his curls dangling to one side more than the other. “Your life wouldn’t change if I jumped, in fact- you were coming up here to jump yourself. Weren’t you, Eds? So who are you to say to someone that they should get down?”

Eddie felt speechless, the hairs standing up on the back of his neck as he realised that what Richie was right, who was he to tell Richie to not end his life?

“I’m Eddie fucking Kaspbrak and I’m telling you to not jump, asshole. We might not be friends anymore but I really don’t want you to die. Please Richie, just step down.”

Richie whistled in taunting amusement, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow. 

“Are you begging me right now, Eds?”

Eddie felt anger surge in his core, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course i’m begging! A guy I know-”

“You don’t know me.” Richie cut Eddie off with a monotone voice.

“I used to know,” Eddie corrected before continuing, “is stood before me and could jump at any second. I don’t want that happen and neither does anyone else!”

Richie furrowed his eyebrows, “like who?”

“Like- fuck, Bev! She’s your friend, right? You can’t just leave her.” Eddie squeaked, taking a subtle step forward.

“She has Bill, she’ll probably replace me as her smoking bud.” Richie shrugged as if it meant nothing to him, but secretly him being replaced could possibly be one of the worst pains that Richie has ever experienced. “Just like you did and everyone else did out of the losers club, isn’t that right Eddie?”

Eddie flinched, knowing all too well that his comment hit home to both of them. “I didn’t mean to cut you off, Richie.” Eddie whispered softly, looking to Richie’s eyes. “I can’t speak for the other guys, but I had a lot going on-”

“And you don’t think I did?!” Richie exclaimed, balling a fist, “Even you knew what my life was like Eddie, you knew how shitty it was for me and it’s only gotten worse.”

Eddie already could tell that he was talking about his neglectful parents, Eddie was the first to know about his situation and comforted him for days on end with Richie in his arms. 

“Richie, look I’m an asshole okay? I get it, I left you when you needed me. But please, I can help you. Step down.” Eddie cried again, stepping forward and holding his hand up helplessly for Richie to grab.

Richie fell silent, staring at Eddie’s shaking hand before glancing at his features. He was still the same Eddie, still having a baby face traced on his doll like skin, still having those brown bambi eyes of wonder and his hear was still neat in the same style.

He really was just Eddie Kaspbrak, he hadn’t let the world break him down into shreds whereas Richie had.

“Please, Richie.” Eddie pleaded, reaching his hand higher.

Richie shook his head, feeling a sigh break out into the cold air. “Sorry, Eds.” He finalised on his last words before taking a step back.

Eddie’s eyes widened, a shrilled yell piercing through the afternoon breeze, quickly reaching out with his inhaler dropping to the ground. Eddie grabbed at Richie’s shirt, feeling all of his strength pull back Richie as quick as he could before he fell back which would result in his death.

Richie felt nothing beneath his feet, but a second later felt the whole world against them once again.

Eddie pulled him forward, feeling the weight of Richie fall on top of his smaller 5′4 frame. Both collided against the school roofs concrete, on top of one another with a little grunt leaving their lips.

After a moment of silence, Richie finally erupted.

“Eddie what the fuck?!” Richie had tears in his eyes, threatening to spill but he would never let someone else see him cry.

Especially not Edward Kaspbrak.

Eddie felt emotions that he had never felt so harshly before tug at his heart strings and pulse at his templates, he had his arms wrapped around Richie tightly in order for him to keep him away from the ledge.

Richie felt entangled with the boy below him, closing his eyes to fight the urge to cry in a mixture of anger and sadness. His heart sped up rapidly, feeling Eddie hold tighter against the clothes on his back with his legs wrapped around the back of his thighs.

“I-I’m not letting go until you promise.”

Richie winced, he didn’t want to promise anything because breaking them was the worst part.

“Promise me you won’t kill yourself!” Eddie croaked in his ear, gripping tighter and forcing his words upon Richie.

He didn’t want to promise, but he didn’t want to let down another person in his life. Richie remained silent for what seemed like hours, but those hours were only seconds in reality.

“I promise, Eds.” 

Eddie heard his promise loudly and clearly, but he still held tight- not to keep Richie from moving, but to help him know that even though those two and a half years were empty of each other for either one of them, Eddie was still there for him.

Half an hour had passed since the incident, with both boys sat side by side on the roof top against the small bricks of the fire escape. Silence remained the two, but the company of one another was all the comfort they both desired.

Richie couldn’t help but glance at Eddie every so often and ponder about the boys situation since they had last talked. He of course came up to the rooftop to kill himself also, this was common sense. Richie came up here to smoke with Bev almost every day and not one student would wonder upstairs for anything, so if Eddie Kaspbrak just so happened to come up to the roof top, it certainly wasn’t for a smoke.

His eyes were soft and staring at the clouds above, oh how those eyes said a story that Richie felt his heart ache for. Richie knew what happened around the school, how he was severely bullied for simply coming out to his friends and family. 

Richie wasn’t one of those people he came out too. 

Richie had to hear it from the gossip, just like most. Somehow the word got out about Eddie being gay, which lead to the bullying getting worse and worse as time ached on. Somehow Eddie remained confident on the outside, from what it seemed and pulled himself up each time he was thrown down. But after todays incident, it seemed as if it was all getting too much for Eddie.

Richie frowned, letting all of the thoughts roam his mind in realisation that this boy could possibly be just as bruised as he was.

Eddie glanced down at the pack of half empty cigarettes that were between both himself and Richie and his own inhaler. There was an actual contrast between the two objects just as there was between him and Richie as people.

Him and Richie were two completely different people and Eddie couldn’t ever see them being friends with their different habits. For example, Eddie loved everything to be clean of germs and to stay away from illness or diseases whilst Richie was practically smoking himself to death in order to get one.

Eddie laid his fingers upon the trim of the box of cigarettes and he began to carve his finger on the edge, feeling the ragged structure. Richie raised an eyebrow, saying nothing and just watching the small acts.

Eddie then took out a single cigarette, wincing at how it felt on his fingertips and how many illness’ the single stick held inside of it.

“Why do you smoke?” Eddie asked softly, lifting the cigarette up into the air.

Richie shrugged, re-enacting what he had said to Bev a few days ago, “I like smoking.”

“But why?” Eddie sighed, “Your lungs decay, you cripple and cough whilst cancer creeps up on your shoulder. It’s repulsive.”

“Like I said, I just like it. I don’t smoke to look ‘cool’ Eds.” Richie now stared at Eddie’s side profile.

Eddie stares at the rips in Richie’s jeans, frowning, “It’s a slow death.”

“Maybe thats what I want.”

Eddie sighed, putting the cigarette back in the box and grabbing some hand sanitiser from his pocket and squirting a dollop onto the palm of his hand where the same scar remained from the blood oath. Richie analysed it with soft eyes, his head tilting before lifting up his own hand and tracing the scar from the oath with his free hand. He remembered how he held Eddie’s hand in the cast, his blood on Eddie’s skin and connecting the two as one. The oath was to signal that one day they’d all come back together as one.

Maybe this was their early and personal reunion.

Eddie was too busy scrubbing in the hand sanitiser into his skin to notice Richie’s soft smile on his lips at the thought of him and Eddie talking again.

Everything was fuzzy about their childhood in the big group that they had, but if one thing was clear to Richie, it was the blood oath. Everything about that memory was so vivid to Richie and easy to remember, whilst the memories with himself and Eddie having sleepovers and crashing the arcade were hazed like a dream. At some point he even remembered a clown coming into play, but that was nothing more than a nightmare.

“I think your hands will be raw if you keep scratching the germ repellent into your skin.” Richie remarked, smirking a bit.

“At least I’ll be clean.” Eddie sighed, before finishing his work and patting his bare knees. 

Richie placed a sturdy hand on Eddie’s shoulder, causing him to flinch but settle quickly and looking at Richie in confusion. Richie simply pushed himself up, holding his hand out to Eddie instead- unlike the circumstance before where Eddie was holding his out to Richie. 

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

Eddie lifted his scarred palm out, with Richie’s own scarred palm grabbing his and pulling him to his feet.

Even after all these years, Richie still remembered where Edward Kaspbrak lived. He still lived in that small button house that had a cozy atmosphere to it. He even remembered the exact route he’d take when he used to ride to Eddie’s house every night for a sleepover. He remembered the damn smell of Eddie’s house, he remembered it all. 

The two walked close, every now and then their fingers would graze at the other persons skin but that was the only contact that they had.

Eddie watched as the sun started to set over the several houses that were next to them, being only 5PM and in a gloomy November setting- it was bound to be that the nights were starting earlier. The streetlights began to flicker on one by one and the cold air started to spike at Eddie’s bare legs.

“Why the fuck are you wearing shorts in November?” Richie chuckled, looking down at Eddie’s quivering legs.

Eddie huffed slightly, “Because I hate wearing jeans or anything else.”

Richie cooed, leaning forward and pinching the boys cheek. “That’s cute, Eds. But you might wanna wrap up for winter, it’s gonna get cold.”

Eddie felt his face heat up, adding to his already flushed cheeks from the cold air. “Its not cute and don’t call me Eds- I hate it, asshole.”

However, Richie knew that Eddie didn’t hate that at all as this was the first time he chose to deny it out of all the times in the past few hours. Richie confidently wrapped an arm around Eddie, pulling him closer to his side to keep him warm.

“I’ll keep ya’ warm, Eds.” 

Eddie blushed, looking up at Eddie before down at his feet. It was if the days without Richie had never passed- he was still the same with him despite how Eddie cut him off along with the other losers. Eddie felt a true attachment to Richie click inside of him again as he didn’t protest against his actions.

“You may as well if you’re gonna be having your arm over me.” Eddie whispered, leaning into the taller boy with a little bit of courage.

Richie grinned down at him, holding his shoulder as they walked the same route the way their bikes used to go. But it wasn’t long until Richie’s smile was wiped away by the droplets of heavy rain that fell onto them and the concrete. Eddie gasped, feeling the cool air now become freezing and quickly splatter onto his bare legs. 

Richie noticed Eddie’s attire again, seeing as he was wearing knee high socks, shorts and a sweater. Not that good for this type of weather. Richie quickly stopped in his tracks, taking off his grey hoodie with the Guns’N’Roses sign imprinted onto the fabric and holding it out to Eddie.

Eddie’s eyes widened, his arms wrapped around himself and his hair starting to soak up.

“Richie- no, It’s fine. You’ll be-”

“I’ll be freezing, I could get sick, blah blah. I don’t care, you don’t want to get sick and you don’t want to be cold so just take it.” Richie then forced it into the boys hands.

Eddie nodded, quickly sliding on the oversized hoodie over his smaller frame. The sleeves hung past his fingertips and the trim went past his hips and down to his thighs. The smell of cigarettes and cheap aftershave filling his senses and making his pupils become blown out. Richie smiled as he wore a plain white tee and his black ripped jeans and some cheap sneakers. Richie quickly lifted the grey hood over Eddie’s head, it hanging down to his eyebrows and covering him from the rain entirely.

“There we go, you’re all cosy.” Richie smiled, feeling his curls become more and more tight on top of his head due to the wetness.

Eddie felt himself blush and felt his own heat radiate himself, he couldn’t help but roll one sleeve up and reach his pale hand out to Richie’s.

Richie glanced down at the hand with a raised eyebrow, but took it in his scarred palm and held it close to him as he guided Eddie along to his house.

The streetlights lit their way up the path as their feet splashed in new forming puddles and soaking the insides of their shoes. As they arrived outside of Eddie’s small home. They both stopped, staring at each other for a moment and looking into each others eyes.

“Well, today was interesting.”  Richie breathed out, feeling his goosebumps grow more along the skin of his arms.

Eddie nodded, his eyes drifting elsewhere. “Please- please don’t tell anyone about why I was up there.”

Richie smiled sadly, “I wasn’t counting on it anyway bud.”

Eddie nodded again, fidgeting with the sleeve of the hoodie before curling his fingers under the trim- ready to take it off.

“No, no. You can.. you can keep it Eds.” Richie started, “It looks better on you than it does on me.”

Eddie smiled, his perfect white pearls showing between his lips as the apples of his cheeks tinted pink. “Oh really now?”

“Really.” Richie chuckled, shivering visibly but ignoring it.

“I might just keep it then.” Eddie whispered, removing his fingers and wrapping his arms around himself. “Thankyou, Richie.”

“What did I do?”

“You kinda saved me today, if you weren’t there…”

“Eds, if you weren’t there I would’ve jumped.” Richie started, stopping for a moment before whispering with a sad smile yet again, “We saved each other. Simple as that.”

“We did, huh?” Eddie looked at his white sneakers and smiled at the realisation, “Yeah, we really did.”

The two boys stood in silence for a moment or so, with Richie analysing the boy again. He loved how he looked in his clothes, it seemed so natural on him.

“Well, looks like that was meant to be then.” Eddie spoke up again, now looking up and adjusting his hood so he could see Richie better.

“Maybe you’re my guardian angel, Eds.” Richie cooed once again with a lop sided smirk and his eyes lazy, “Or maybe I’m yours.”

Eddie blushed, giving Richie the middle finger. “Shut up, that stuff doesn’t exist dumbass.”

“Well we’ll have to make it exist then, wont we?” Richie asked rhetorically.

Eddie laughed and took a step back away from Richie’s close form. “I’ll see you around then, Richie?”

“Yes you will Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie frowned quickly, “I hate that, don’t call me that.”

“I guess I’ll call you Eds instead!” Richie smirked.


Richie blurred out his protest, gazing down at the boy with admiration. “Just get inside before you get sick, Eds. Say hi to Mrs.K for me, I haven’t stayed the night with her in a while.” Richie teased softly.

“Gross.” Eddie muttered, but smiled. “See you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.”

With that, Eddie turned on his heels and rushed to his door- fumbling with some keys that he found under the plant pot next to the front door and quickly unlocked the door, opening it and running inside.

Richie stayed for a moment or two with narrow eyes, watching how the door closed. He then relaxed when he saw a minute or so later that Eddie’s room light was shown through his window. A sigh of relief left Richie’s lips as he turned to continue walking down the path with rain soaking his form.

As he was walking, his hand jittered towards his hoodie pocket- only to remember that he gave his hoodie to Eddie. He chuckled, realising that he had left his cigarettes and lighter in there before walking on.

He couldn’t care less about his cigarette’s for once, in fact- the chainsmoker only cared about his old friend and how he was now back in his life once again to make his world turn from grey to colours.

Eddie had finished changing into his Star Wars pyjamas, now folding up the clothes that he had wore on the previous day to send into the hamper to be washed. 

He hummed, folding up the damp grey hoodie with a soft smile on his face. His eyebrows quickly narrowed in a thin line when a box dropped out of one of the pockets and onto Eddie’s wooden floor. Eddie held the folded hoodie in one hand before leaning down and picking up the box that had dropped. He then turned it over only to reveal Richie’s pack of cigarettes.

Eddie sighed sadly, dropping the hoodie back onto his bed and he proceeded to clutch the pack with both hands.

He wanted to mend Richie Tozier.

Eddie then walked out of his room and into the bathroom, staring at the pack that had warnings of ‘lung cancer’ spread all over it. He couldn’t help but worry for Richie’s health and mental health too. He sighed shakily, before focusing on the toilet.

He knew that he should probably give the pack back to Richie, but Eddie knew that he could never bring himself to give him the cancer sticks willingly. He only had one true option at this point.

He stood over the toilet, before dropping the pack of cigarettes into the water. Eddie watched the cigarettes float out of the box and on top of the water. Eddie then reached for the flush valve and pushed down on it. It was then revealed that the water started to drown the sticks, flushing them down into the sewers and away from harming a human.

It might only start off as baby steps, but he was going to mend Richie. One step at a time.

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