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imauselessartist · 3 months
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📸✨femreddiemas day 19✨📸
*2am camcorder selfies they won’t find until three years later during a house move*
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scrunchi · 1 year
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hi, im the one who got asked out by a richie lookalike, i just have one more thing to share
i told him (his name is theo) that he looks like richie tozier and showed him one of your art and he just sat there for 10 mins straight, staring at the art, looked at me and said "does that mean you get to be my eddie?"
and now he wont stop calling me eds (funfact, my name was supposed to be edith if i had been born a girl) so yeah
im now going to be naming richie as richard theodore tozier is my fics. idc if it doesnt fit, thats his name in my universe now.
Ho-ly-shit
Are you kidding me you are so fucking lucky but also WTF YOU SHOW HIM MY art???? Thank you, I hope he is a nice guy for you honey, this would be a dream, somewhere on eart there is a real life reddie couple😭
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barclaysangel · 2 years
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Eddie: Why do you two have forks taped to your fingers?
Richie: *grabbing popcorn with the forks* Improvement of human being.
Edith: *nodding vigorously in agreement*
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itsrptime · 3 years
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Edith Tozier’s Information~
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(Camren Bicondova faceclaim, IT Chapter 2/IT next generation original character, inspired a lot on myself and Halsey)
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some movie scene kinda-redraws i did during class today  i’m ngl i really like the eddie one she cute
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halefirewarrior · 4 years
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Fem!Reddie MoodBoards
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Raquel "Richie" Tozier & Edith "Edi" Kaspbrak
(Edi HEAVILY Inspired by James Ransone's tattoos)
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onetruebitch · 3 years
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fem reddie 💕💕💕 Richie has the lesbian haircut but cuffs her jeans... good luck figuring that one out
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stuttters · 3 years
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﹙   𝙰𝙴𝚂. 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂 𝟶𝟶𝟷   ﹚   —    BASICS.
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ghost-fork · 4 years
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I drew my version of fem reddie and tried to include as many of my headcanons as possible (also i used the same colour for both of their lips cos....they do b sharing that cherry chapstick doe) . Also I know my art is ugly, please just accept my triangle noses and don’t kill me. fOr mOrE yOu CaN fOlLOw mY inSta iN mY bIO jkjhhudskfchfddfdfdsxfcdvfsdxdfxdf
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fear-and-delight-l · 3 years
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GENDERSWAPPED!LOSERS
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HERE WE GO 
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JILLIAN DENBROUGH 
-Jill is very avid about getting her sister, Georgia back. Well, at least the killer anyways. 
-Jill has never finished any of her writing, until she is an adult. 
-aRTiSt??
-Jill gives hugs hugs hugs!!!
-everyone wants her hugs. 
-ok, Jill is very sexually confused. Bradley Marsh is good looking...but so is McKenna Hanlon with her pink lipstick and her always good looking pigtails....then there is Sarah Uris, who is so cute with her blonde/brown curls and her little cheerleading outfit. 
-suffers from stuttering simp disorder 
-simp simp simp
-simp? Yes. 
-ok but I think she would like Plastic Hearts by Miley Cyrus lmao
-FLANNEL GODDESS!!! Has flannels in so many colors. 
-”R-R-Riley, stop m-making fun of m-my j-j-jorts.” 
-oh yeah. She is rocking the jean shorts. They either go to around her knees or near the middle of her thighs. 
-shoulder length brown hair. Screams bisexual. 
RILEY TOZIER
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-just gonna put this out there, take it as you will, but her glasses make her look like a fish. Her eyes are HUGE 
-goddess or (what is a non-binary god? Godthem?) of dad jokes. But not the corny kind. The kind of dad jokes that include sleeping with him and “riding him like a horse.” 
-”so not fucking funny.” -Edith Kaspbrak, who’s dad isn’t even present in her life.  -yeah, bisexual.  -sexual for Edith Kaspbrak.  -And Sarah Uris
-And Bradley Marsh
-and Jill Denbrough 
-and Brenna Hanscom
-and Patrick Hockstetter (she regrets this. But when Patrick isn’t chasing her with Bowers and Criss and Huggins, she likes to notice that Patrick is definitely good looking)
-crazy wavy hair. Seriously, she wears it in a pixie cut, and it is CRAZY. But she help Bradley cut away his mullet. 
-the friendship dynamic between Riley Tozier and Bradley Marsh is UNSTOPPABLE!
-plays softball with Jill. She is pitcher, and damn is she good. (Jill plays third base, for reference)
-the girls on the softball team sort of like her, sort of not. She’s a loser, and they don’t like her because everyone thinks she’s queer.  -still a trash mouth 
-still a smartass 
-Rildeth? Edithley? Redith?
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BRADLEY MARSH
-all right, here we go. 
-POWER BISEXUAL
-He came out to Riley, and Riley came out to him. 
-daddy issues  
-daddy issues
-daddy issues
-anyways, Bradley had a mullet that his dad made him wear, and when Riley helped him cut it....freedom!
-when he and the other losers are going to the quarry, he likes to help McKenna pick flowers so Sarah will have some to turn into flower crowns  
-is totally charmed by Jill  Denbrough. He is a simp for how charming she is. Bravery, art...
-Bradley also likes to draw. 
-Brenna may be totally smitten with him....
-Bradley is the same age as all the other losers, but the losers all see him as older. 
-hates his father, feels weak around him. 
-he and Riley often share cigarettes. (I love the friendship dynamic here.)
-Bradley has little freckles, and when he and Brenna get together as adults, Brenna likes to kiss all of them. 
-Bradley loves to hang with Sarah, and she is such a sweetie. She gets annoyed, but when she is around Bradley, she is calm. 
-Bradley likes to put his arm around Sarah, ALWAYS
-I’m in love
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SARAH URIS 
-WE LOVE OUR JEWISH CHEERLEADER LESBIAN
-yes, Sarah Uris is cheer captain. The other cheerleaders are skeptical of her, but treat her ok nonetheless. 
-Sarah Uris is a softie who will tell you to fuck off. 
-bridwatcher. Sarah loves her birds. She likes to sit with Jill. Jill draws birds while Sarah quietly talk about the birds. 
-Brenna loves to play with her curls, braiding them and doing fun styles with them with the help from McKenna. 
-sundresses one day, shorts and a shirt the next. 
-her hair is so nice! Think...classic curls. Google for reference. 
-the cheerleaders don’t go to track meets or softball games. So, since Brenna and Edith are both in track and Jill and Riley are softball players, she goes in her own cheerleading outfit, and even snags one for McKenna, (who isn’t a cheerleader.) and they both cheer at track and softball. 
-must I remind you that Jill is a simp for BOTH OF THEM. AND BRADLEY?? HE CHEERS THEM ON TOO.
-one time Bradley actually got into a cheerleading skirt??!!
-anyways, back to Sarah.  -she loves to give everyone kisses before leaving. Here’s how she gives them:
Jill: cheek kiss, runs a hand through her hair.  Edith: takes Edith’s face in her hands and kisses her nose. Edith sometimes backs up a little when she feels a little panicky about germs, but always accepts Sarah’s kiss.  Bradley: forehead. She ruffles his hair, and sometimes, Bradley kisses her chin as she is kissing his forehead.  McKenna: near her lips. Like, the corner of her mouth. 🥺 Brenna: cheek kiss. She holds brenna’s chin while kissing her.  Riley: straight on the lips. Or the forehead if you song ship stozier. -ok, I am a huge fan of Sarah+Riley....but then there is Edith. Poly??? Possibly 
-anyways, Sarah loves to make flower crowns and put them in bradley’s hair. 
-she and Brenna are very close. If Sarah isn’t next to Bradley, or has Riley’s arm around her shoulders, she is with Brenna, either holding her hand or showing her stuff about plants or birds. She gives Brenna constant praise about the barrens 
-very grumpy a lot.
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BRENNA HANSCOM
ok, Brenna is straight. I didn’t change that.  -Brenna thinks constructively, and is a visual learner. Constantly thinks about the future. 
-ok, she is so so so sweet. Likes to wear this cute pink skirt, but only around the losers. 
-POETRY
-She loves to read and wrote poetry. It’s so cute I just can’t aaaah-
-ok, so she’s on the track team. Edith convinces her in 10th grade. 
-HAIR CLIPS! she has them in her hair, and tons extra in her backpack. 
-Bradley loves it when Brenna plays with his hair and puts clips in it. 
-she and Bradley are very good friends. 
-she may be straight, but isn’t uncomfortable when Sarah holds her hand or Riley talks about her gay situation or when Jill tells her she’s pretty. She just isn’t gay but she loves and supports her gay friends. She even kissed McKenna in a game of spin the bottle
-poor baby has body insecurities...
-ugh, she hates Henry Bowers. But she loves ice cream! She likes vanilla because it’s sweet and plain. 
-when they have sleepovers, everyone always has a disc of New Kids on the Block to play for her (AAA!)
-Riley literally swore to protect her. Even though Riley’s sarcasm can be demeaning, she trusts her. 
-Brenna Hanscom, a sweetie that will fight for you.
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McKenna Hanlon, the badass vegan who definitely has WAP. 
-ok, I didn’t change her race, she is still black. 
-McKenna is a sign of hope. Everyone feels so uplifted around her. 
-she has this signature pink lipstick she wears everyday the Greta Bowie makes fun of, but she still wears it. 
-she loves bubblegum. McKenna has it ALL THE TIME. 
-inspiration? Yes. She is a goddess. 
-ok, she is so nice, but that gun she has? Pennywise doesn’t stand a chance. McKenna is a fighter. 
-McKenna has these cute little pig tails that she wears with purple ribbons. Jill loves to listen to her talk. 
-definitely the least insane of all the losers, but girl knows how to have fun!
-not a huge smoker, but occasionally will share one with Bradley. 
-the friendship between McKenna and Bradley is impeccable. They are a badass duo. 
-I don’t know what her sexuality is. She definitely doesn’t. Although she and Jill got caught making out in a closet. They said it was no strings attached....suspicious.
-she is indeed vegan. She just has a special love for animals and can’t bring herself to eat them. She isn’t protesting everyone to go vegan, she just eats how she wants. She occasionally slips and goes for ice cream though😉
-at the rock war, after she recovered a little from Bowers, SHE BEAT HIS ASS!
-my queen, gosh I love her!
-she is so much fun to be around. One time, in the barrens, she installed a swing so she could sit in somethin because Riley and Edith and Sarah are always in the hammock together. (It’s bound to break). 
-need a therapist? She’s ya girl. 
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EDITH!!
-ok, so this looks very soft girl, but Edith is fiery!  -her mom makes her worry a lot about disease and what not, but her anxiety about what her mom may do is worse. 
-seriously, she is scared of her mother. She doesn’t even know if her sickness are real. 
-anyways, don’t fuck with her. She will bite you. 
-no seriously, she will bite you. One time in a fight with Hockstetter, she bit him. She was worried she might have gotten something in her mouth, but Sarah calmed her down.  -she may bicker with Riley, but really, she loves her. Her and her stupid glasses, 
-anyways, she is a sweetie. She runs track, but as long as Riley is waiting on the sidelines with her inhaler at the end, she is alright. 
-someone give this girl a hug. 
-internalized homophobia towards herself. 
-she and Bradley are good, they just aren’t as close. Edith is closest with Jill. 
-Edith looks up to Jill, big time. 
-Edith hates her mom very very much. 
-she wears cute little tops with shorts or skirts. Occasionally she will wear overalls. 
-fuck greta Bowie campaign? Yeah, Edith started it.
-Fanny pack! She has an extra pair of glasses for Riley, Bobby pins for Sarah, an extra pen or pencil for Jill, a mini stick of Bradley’ favorite deodorant, hair clips for Brenna, and McKenna’s favorite bubblegum. 
-Riley calls her Eds. She hates it because it sounds like a boy name. She hates it even more when Riley calls her Eddie. 
-kisses tears away. Crying? She will kiss your cheeks and wipe those tears away. She did that when Brenna got cut by Bowers. 
-inhaler? Yes. It’s her little beacon of safety. 
-ice cream and comic books with Riley, bird watching and flower crowns with Sarah are her favorites! 
-doesn’t know her sexual preference, she’s just not straight. 
-butterflies always land on her when she’s outside. One landed on her nose once and Riley and Sarah started rock-paper-scissoring for who got her. (That was long forgotten since Riley is a sore loser.)
-my baby has long hair is very slight waves. It goes down to her breasts. 
-likes to wear Jill’s Flannels. 
-OK SHE IS SO CUTE IN A PAIR OF BAGGY JEANS AND A TANK TOP, WEARING SOMEONE’S JACKET OMG
-Edith is cold? Never. She always has someone’s something, whether it’s McKenna’s iconic leather jacket or Jill’s flannels
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Ok! Those are my headcanons. Feel free to repost, I don’t give a damn. If you want drawings or more headcanons of them, I am always open. I had this posted on my old account but that got taken down....I was previously coffeeandweasleys
@im-a-rocketman​, @nate-isnt-great​ @imreddieimreddieimreddie​ @ur-not-reddie​
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imauselessartist · 4 months
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🍷✨festive femreddie day 11✨🍷
a Barbie nutcracker for the losers holiday sleepover, also personal space doesn’t exist for them :)
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Emotober Day 2: Fears, “I know what you need” (Otherwise known as kissing is gross and Queer Eye is a decent backing track to a breakdown)
The ability to kiss Richie Tozier is something that Eddie Kaspbrak doesn't think will ever stop surprising her.
Not in a bad ‘ahh oh no I’m being kissed without my permission again’ way but in a ‘holy fucking shit I’m allowed to do this’ way.
Because, really, another thing Eddie Kaspbrak does not think will ever stop surprising her is the fact that she even gets Richie Tozier, wholly and uninterrupted, no strings attached. The two of them just get to date, it’s normal and fine and no one gives a shit.
If you went back in time and told fifteen year old Edith she probably would have gotten so overwhelmed she vomited all over your shoes.
Though, to be fair, if you went back in time and told Edith about fucking Queer Eye as a concept she would have probably gotten so overwhelmed that she vomited all over your shoes then too; Edith Francis Kaspbrak, age fifteen, was the most repressed human ever created. And here Eddie Francis Kaspbrak is, fourty and ignoring the newest season fo Queer Eye almost entirely as she presses her lips against Richie’s hard enough that she can feel her teeth.
Oh, how she’s grown.
In her defense, Richie’s straddled across her lap, fingers buried in the curls at the back of her head, making stupid little whining noises becuase she can’t even be quiet when her mouth is occupied, so what the fuck is Eddie supoosed to do? Not kiss her?
If she thinks about it too hard, the enormity of what Richie Tozier sat in her lap means, she’ll feel a little insane, so she doesn’t, she just wraps her arms around Richie’s waist to pull her even closer, and kisses her harder.
And it’s fucking incredible.
Until it isn’t.
(Edie-Bear, her mother says, even though her mother’s been dead for well over a decade, do you even know what diseases kissing can spread? Not only STDS but also infectious mononucleosis and influenza and meningitis and mumps and polio and rubella and Ebola and Zika and dengue fever and yellow fever and rabies-)
‘Kissing, Eddie, you’re just kissing, stop being weird.’ She forces her shoulders to relax. This is fine. It’s just kissing.
(80 million bacteria, Edith.)
Richie muscles her tongue past Eddie’s lips. Because of course she does. They’re just fucking kissing.
(Gum diseases. Cold sores.)
She can taste too-sweet-cereal and oat milk, a breakfast she hadn’t watched Richie eat and now knows about. That's… gross. Shit, that's really really really gross.
(She’s such a dirty girl, Edie-bear, such a dirty girl and now she’s kissing you.)
“Stop.” She chokes, unclear if it’s to Richie or her long-dead mother, but Richie’s off her lap before she can figure it out, because of course she is, because she’s Richie and she’s so fucking good. Guilt curdles in her stomach, sour and uncomfortable and gross. Everything is fucking disgusting right now and she doesn’t understand it.
“What's wrong?” Richie had taken her glasses off at some point when they’d started kissing, she always does and Eddie never realizes until they pull apart and she’s all squinty and mole faced, it’s one of her favorite things about kissing Richie amongst a very long list of her other favorite things about kissing Richie. But now, even without her big, magnifying lenses, her eyes are all massive with concern, and she can’t even see her.
Eddie settles her breathing by force, she’s okay, she’s great, she’s not thinking too hard about when the last time they washed the cushion covers on their couch was because she needs to not be the kind of person who constitutes Richie looking at her with those big, concerned eyes right now.
“I- nothing, I’m fine.”
“Yeah, sure.” Richie snorts, reaching a hand out to lay it on top of Eddie’s (3,200 bacteria from 150 different species) and without her permission her body yanks her hand to her chest like Richie had lit it on fire, “Oh.”
She hates that voice. The voice that means ‘Eddie’s being a freak and I need to be gentle’. She hates that the spot on her skin where Richie had just touched it- just touched it, Eddie, jesus fucking christ, get a grip- feels so different from the rest of her hand.
She jams her thumb against it, like she’s trying to press the germs out by force but that just makes the difference of that section of skin feel all the more startling.
“I’m sorry.”
“Hey, you don’t gotta apologize-” She reaches out again and then stops herself. Eddie’s guilt burns red hot directly to the spot on the back of her hand under her thumb. Even when she stops touching it she can feel it and a voice in her hand she wants to get rid of more than anything is telling her to go wash your hands wash them right now.
“We can- just forget it, we can keep going, it's fine.” She manages, all in a rush, even though she thinks that perhaps, if they keep going, she might throw up into Richie’s mouth which would be so fucking bad for the both of them. Her because she think even the concept of vomit might push her right off the ledge and into shark infested waters right now and Richie because she can’t imagine someone puking into your throat would be very pleasant. God. That’s so gross.
“Eds, come on, you need to know that I’m not going to keep going right now.” Of course she’s not. Because Eddie ruined the goddamn mood the same way she just has to go and ruin everything with her stupid, fucked up brain. Why is she even like this? They’d been having a perfectly great time and now she’s afraid of something she can’t even see.
“I’m sorry.”
“Hey, you don’t need to apologize,” Richie’s voice is all lullaby-gentle and genuine and it’s just making it so much worse because all Eddie can think is that she doesn’t know when the last time she washed her fucking hands was, “Whats going on, baby?”
“I- I’m fine.” She curls herself up over her knees, more than aware of how pathetic she must look. An fourty fucking year old woman who can’t kiss her stupid girlfriend without having a panic attack.
“Uh-huh. You don’t need to tell me about it, but if you want to I’m here to listen.” She can tell Richie wants to grab her hand or kiss the top of her head or something other unbearably sweet, overly tactile, Richie display of comfort and affection, but she's holding herself off, and it sends guilt pressing hard against her temples.
She readjusts her hold on her shins, burying her her chin into the tops of her knees, and watches Queer Eye in stilted, anxious silence while Richie slaps around the coffee table to find her glasses. She should probably help. If she touches Richie’s gross ass glasses she might lose her mind.
On screen Karamo’s given this week’s hero a sledge hammer that she’s using to break through a wall in her house that Bobby’s going to remodel; some big, poignant moment she’s sure, but she hasn’t really been paying attention and all she can think is that someone should do that to her fucking brain.
“I just wish my mom would shut the fuck up.” She whispers, like it’s an explanation, not taking her eyes off the screen. The hero is crying into Karamo’s shoulder. She wants to cry into Richie’s. She wants someone to take her nervous system and run it through a washing machine.
“Care to expand?” Richie asks, and it almost makes it worse that she stops there instead of making a ‘your mom’ joke out of it.
“Not really.” She grumbles, digging the heels of her hands into her eye sockets, “It’s just, it’s like she’s- she’s still in my head. And it’s so stupid becuase she’s gone and I’m a fucking adult, but then sometimes she just comes back and it’s like I’m thirteen again and scared I’m gonna get AIDs from playing on the playground.”
“Thats not stupid, Eds.” Richie's voice is quiet and close, but not close enough that Eddie can feel her. She’s as grateful for it as she’s pissed off it needs to happen at all.
“It is-”
“No it’s not. Needing to take a minute because of your literal trauma doesn’t make you a bad person.”
“Trauma’s a big word.”
“Not really. It’s six letters and your mom fucking abused you.” It’s blunter than the things she’d said before, the kind of brutal, to the point thing that Eddie probably would have said, still gentle, still careful, but enough of a reality check that it garners a desperate little laugh out of her squeezed-tight throat.
“Fuck off.” Her eyes are burning. Somewhere in the back of her head her mom is warbling something about her shattering her cheek bones into her brain and squishing her eyeballs flat. She pulls her hands away but keeps her eyes shut and her forehead against her knees.
“Nah. Not unless you want me too.” And she doesn’t. She really, really doesn't.
“But, like, I don’t want to need to take a minute! I just want- fuck, I’m not a good girlfriend.”
“What?” The noise that bursts its way through Richie’s chest isn’t anything Eddie’s ever heard before, like a sort of laugh, if her whole body didn’t know was coming until it was over, “Where the fuck did you come to that conclusion?”
“I think you're gross.”
“I am gross.”
“No. Like, fuck, kissing you. That's too gross for me right now! I can’t even kiss my stupid fucking girlfriend.”
“So? Eddie, on what world does that make you a bad girlfriend?”
“This one.” She pouts, and then feels like a baby when Richie laughs at her for it. She hadn’t realized that she'd been crying, but when she looks up to glare at her, the knees of her sweatpants are wet.
“Oh, Eds-”
“Don’t.” The last thing she needs right now is to be babied, and Richie seems to understand, nodding once before turning herself entirely on the couch cushion so her whole body is in Eddie’s direction, whole face carefully serious.
“Am I a bad girlfriend for waking you up in the middle of the night with my nightmares about the Deadlights?”
“What? No-” She raises her hand before Eddie can get going; which is probably a good idea but it makes Eddie huff and cross her arms up behind her knees automatically.
“Right, no, I’m not. Because it was an incredibly traumatizing experience that fucked up my brain. You are the person that told me that and continues to tell me that everytime I feel terrible about waking you up. So give yourself the same credit.”
“But that’s different-”
“No it’s not, Eddie. That’s what we’re here for, supporting each other through our bullshit. Your bullshit is just… gross things and germs and getting sick which makes sense.” Her eyes are trained on her, even bigger now that she’s found her glasses, so full of care that Eddie has to look away, “And anyway, objectively kissing is, like, really gross if you think about I, so it’s not like you're being ridiculous.”
“But-” She starts and then snaps her mouth shut. She often forgets how articulate Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier can be. It throws her off every time, in the same way a dog walking up on its hindlegs to lick your face would. It shouldn’t, out of their friend’s Richie’s always been one of the most emotionally intelligent when it came to other people, it just that it doesn't carry over to herself so spectacularly that Eddie often forgot.
“I just want to hold your fucking hand and my dumbass brain won’t let me.” She mumbles, feeling a little bit like a child, but Richie doesn’t laugh at her for it, or say something condescending. She just nods, and then, suddenly, she gasps like someone’s stabbed her from behind. Which is, you know, terrifying.
“Wait,” She rocks herself up off the couch and books it down their little off shoot hallway at top speed (which is, in fact, not particularly fast in her stupid, fuzzy socks patterned like ducks), “I know what you need!”
“Rich, I really don’t need you to leave-” She calls, quieter than she means it to, voice trapped up behind her guilt and sudden exhaustion.
“I’m not! I’m getting something!”
She skids back in, hands held up in the air; wiggling fingers entirely encased in blue rubber.
“Boom. Germ free hand holders.”
“What?” Richie scoots her way over to the couch, shifting her feet heel-over-toe-over like the scene from The Breakfast Club, hands still proudly lofted above her head, “Where did you even get those.”
“Did you know they sell medical gloves at CVS?”
“Yeah, sure, but why did you buy them?”
“I was picking up my meds, and I saw them, and my brain was like ‘mmm I bet Eddie would use these’ and so I bought them. And I was kind of just going to do a bit about them but then I forgot and look! I was right. Now we can hold hands and you don’t need to worry about all my germs. It’s like hand condoms.”
“Don’t call them that, jackass.” She snorts, reaching out her foot to kick at Richie’s knees, before her guilt manages to worm its way back to the forefront of her brain, “But- I don’t want you to have to wear gloves because I’m being a baby.”
She’s worn her fair share of medical gloves in her time, they aren’t really pleasant, they get all sweaty inside, they rub between your fingers, and, honestly Richie’s got such big hands that they must not fit comfortably; which is exactly why Eddie wishes having them there as a barrier didn’t make the tightness in her chest unravel a little.
“Nah, don’t worry, this is all for me. It’s a kink thing.” Richie says dismissively, offering her upturned hand on the couch cushion, shifting her upturned fingers in a way that sort of squeaks.
“I hate you.” Eddie grumbles, before, ever so carefully, reaching out and taking her hand.
“No you don’t.” She keeps it sort of limp in her grasp for a couple seconds until Eddie squeezes around her fingers, giving her time to adjust, to set the boundaries for herself, and it’s so considerate she wants to burst into tears.
“No. No I don’t.”
On the screen Antoni has the hero and her wife in a kitchen making pot roast together; and had situations been different Eddie thinks she might have made fun of it; what's a more romantic way to rekindle your relationship than handfuls of raw fucking meat (Salmonella, E. coli, Yersinia- shut the fuck up).
But she doesn’t say anything about it this time.
Not when she’s considering going across the house and digging the engagement ring she has had sitting in her bedside table for the past two months over some stupid, 99 cent blue medical gloves. (She’d bought the ring impulsively, but proposing impulsively, she’s discovered, is an entirely different horse altogether).
“I- I think I should probably get therapy.” She whispers, like it’s some big secret.
“We probably both should.” Richie acquiesces, which is probably true.
“You know I love you, right.”
“Yeah, I do." And it’s sort of weird, the squeaky feeling of fingers wrapped up in latex squeezing her hand, but she can still feel Richie’s warmth through the plastic, and she can still squeeze back, and that's enough for her right now, "I love you too, Spaghetti.”
Right now, really, that's more than enough.
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barclaysangel · 2 years
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Richie: My husband and daughter had a fight once and it went like this:
Eddie: Anything that comes out of your mouth is stupid!
Edith: Eddie.
Richie: To this day, I still laugh out loud in inappropriate settings because I randomly think about it.
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itsrptime · 3 years
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Welcome to my roleplay blog!
Down below are the original and canon characters I will roleplay from different fandoms, most of these will also be AU's and my personal interpretation of them:
IT chapter 1 & 2
Richie Tozier (canon character)
Beverly Marsh (canon character)
Patty Blum (canon character)
IT next generation
Edith Tozier (original character)
Valerie Hanscom (original character)
Gotham
Selina Kyle (canon character)
Ivy Pepper (canon character)
Leo Jones (original character)
Miscellaneous
Lorna Dane (canon character, The Gifted/Marvel)
Stanley Barber (canon character, IANOWT)
Freddy Freeman (canon character, Shazam!/DC)
Alexei Levitsky (original character, Shazam!/DC)
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femmescooter · 4 years
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Richie has known she was absolutely fucked since grade school.
See, the thing about Rochelle Tozier is that, to the absolute surprise of parents, teachers and various authority figures throughout the years, is that she’s a very goal oriented person. It just happens to turn out that her goals don’t quite match what literally anyone around her would like her to do.
Over the years, her goals have shifted from learning yo-yo tricks (Bev will forever be better than her anyways) to perfecting her Voices (her mother was temporarily relieved at the switch to a less physically destructive hobby) to getting the hell out of Derry, Maine (pop. who the fuck cares) as fast and as soon as possible.
The reason she has known she’s absolutely fucked, however, is that Richie is all too aware of how many of these goals have revolved around one unfortunate victim.
Edith Kapsbrack has been her best friend since she met her on the playground in first grade. To be completely honest, Bev is more of her best friend, and to be even more honest, she’s known Shoshanna since before she could talk (blissful years, Shanna would say if she could somehow read her mind from across town which Richie really really hopes she can’t) because they were babies together back when Richie’s mom used to go to temple so that’s an unfair advantage but-
What she and Eddie have is special.
Maybe a little too special.
Back when she was trying to show off with her neon purple yo-yo, it was Eddie she used to corner at recess, and not just because Shanna would roll her eyes at anything cool. Ditto for her Voices, which were used to serenade Eddie with the best pick-up lines she could half-remember from her mother’s magazines until Eddie’s face got all red and she would snap and try to tackle her.
And it was such a delight, getting this prissy little thing to finally break through her ideas of ‘proper behaviour for young girls’ that Richie was able to go years without realising that, all along, what her main goal was for Eddie to turn those big brown doe eyes over and pay attention to her.
That was fine. Eddie was the best to get riled up, so that was easy to deal with.
The tackling, however, had started to pose a problem.
Richie didn’t know when having Eddie trying to shove her face into the ground had stopped giving her a sense of accomplishment and mild panic that this was the day she had finally pushed her too far and instead made her whole body feel warm and tingly wherever her meticulously clean hands had been.
She also wasn’t sure when she had started staring at her pink, tinted-chapstick stained lips.
She knew they would taste like cherry. Deep, deep in the recesses of her secret drawer was a filched tube of moisturizing cherry chapstick.
And Richie hated herself for it.
Eddie was the cutest goddamn thing she had ever seen, especially since she had started sneaking into more practical clothes than the calf-length skirts and buttoned cardigans her mom insisted on buying for her. The first time she had seen Eddie in her red shorts, her long hair tucked up in a baseball cap instead of her customary ponytails and grinning like she won the lottery, Richie had nearly kissed her.
Since that close call, Richie had tried to put some space in between her and Eddie, physically, but Eddie didn’t seem to get the message. She simply refused any distance, clambering back into her protective bubble (and the hammock in particular) with a vengeance.
And Richie was way too weak to push her away with any real heat.
So that’s why Richie was fucked. Because she was a disgusting human being for letting her best friend that close when she would never know what was actually running through Richie’s head.
But it was that very last goal, to walk the hell out of this town and get to a real city, which was posing a problem. Because there were two fiercely opposing truths in Richie’s brain when she thought about her future.
Eddie could never be infected with whatever sick shit made Richie this way. She knew what happened to girls like her, especially in a town like this. And Eddie didn’t deserve to know any of the longing that twisted up in Richie’s chest. But every time she thought about her future, about a tiny apartment in a big city, making people laugh for money and maybe a cat or two, Richie couldn’t manage to picture the rest of her life without her.
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