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The Losers Scrapbook Extraordinaire (Part 2)!

I’m so glad you guys enjoyed the first lot of photos, so heres some more memories of me and the boys! - bev

(Part 1)

Rise and shine guys!

[Taken by Mike]

Look what we boooought!! 

[Taken by Bill]

Bev and Richie enjoying the new apartment!!

[Taken by Ben]

I think Mike enjoys the view from our room

[Taken by Stan]

Bill being the only single one

[Taken by Bev]

Found anything good babe?

[Taken by Eddie]

Throw back to little Georgie (very cute Bill!!! - bev)

[Taken by Bill]

Sunshine on my sunshine 

[Taken by Eddie]

Bev, Eddie and Bill enjoying our walks 

[Taken by Mike]

Mike and Stan being too cute during breakfast

[Taken by Richie]

Spoiler: my mum caught him sneaking out of my room

[Taken by Eddie]

Bev and Ben enjoying the view from the rooftop 

[Taken by Stan]

Bev, Eddie, Richie and I love exploring the forest 

[Taken by Ben]

Whatcha got there babe?

[Taken by Mike]

Date night!

[Taken by Bev]

Pizza and my favourite people!

[Taken by Richie]

Apparently this is where he comes up with all his stories

[Taken by Ben]

His hair is so soft!!!

[Taken by Bev]

Seriously Trashmouth?!

[Taken by Stanley]

Eddie waiting for his coffee in the morning 

[Taken by Bev]

What has Bev and Richie done now?

[Taken by Eddie]

One of the best nights of my life 

[Taken by Ben (ft Bills new girlfriend Audra]

(Thank you to @drugdealertozier and @asthmatic-tozier, love you guys <3)

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idk why i made this but here’s the fight scene set to determinate from lemonade mouth

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In the Sewers

What if Eddie stayed alive long enough to tell Richie something in the sewers? A Reddie one shot.

TW: blood (lots) and mentions of death

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The ground was cold and wet. Richie could feel the cool rocks cutting into his knees through his pants as he knelt down. He could hear the others behind him, but they sounded far away, like they were in another room or a cave or-

The sewers.

That’s where they were. The sewers. All of them were in the sewers again. All but one. He hadn’t come back to Derry. He had left them before Richie could beg him not to. But maybe this time would be different. Maybe Richie had a chance.

“Eddie, Eddie,” he pleaded, the man in front of him pale and heavy-eyed.

“Richie,” his voice whispered back.

He pulled him into his lap, Richie falling onto the warm, wet ground. Why was the ground warm all of a sudden? Why was his leg so warm underneath Eddie’s arm-

There wasn’t an arm. It was missing. Blood was gushing out over Richie and onto the floor. He was sitting in Eddie’s blood.

“Eddie, stay with us, stay with me, okay?”

The thing was dead, the thing that had hurt Eddie. But Richie wouldn’t have cared if it had come back for him because if Eddie wasn’t going to make it out of the sewers, he didn’t want to make it out either.

“Rich, did it…” he stopped to take a deep, labored breath. Richie winced when he heard the wheezing and his eyes darted around for the inhaler Eddie had held in his hand moments ago. Bill was already reaching for the blue, plastic thing at the entrance of the room and Richie felt a tug at his chest that pulled his eyes back to the man in his arms.

Eddie had curled his fingers gently into the front of Richie’s shirt, quietly asking for his attention. “Richie, did…It take my arm?”

Richie immediately grabbed at his belt buckle, thinking maybe he could stop the bleeding by tying it around the gaping wound. He wasn’t sure where that idea came from, but he knew he needed to stop the bleeding. Eddie was so pale. God, he was pale.

Bill held out the inhaler to Richie and he took it, immediately putting it to Eddie’s lips. He pressed the medicine and he heard it hiss as the man on his lap tried to breathe it in. His eyes squeezed shut as a sharp pain ran across his chest and Richie felt his mouth go dry.

“Eddie, you’ve got to tell me how to stop the bleeding. Dr. K’s gotta tell me what to do, Eds. Please.”

He could feel the others coming up from behind him now and he saw Mike’s arm push forward to hold something against the wound. Ben was wrapping a thin belt around the torn end of his shoulder and Beverly was running a hand through Eddie’s hair.

“That…tickles, Bev,” he said weakly before looking at Richie apologetically. “I can’t remember, Rich. Can you - can you believe it?” He let out a breathy laugh then winced. “I can’t remember how to stop an open wound from bleeding.”

Mike touched Richie’s shoulder. “Grab him, Richie. Bill ran outside to call the ambulance, we need to get him out of here.”

Richie swallowed hard before taking a shaky breath. “Okay, Eds. You heard Mike, we’ve got to get you out of this shithole so we can get you some help.”

Eddie nodded his head slowly, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Hey. Eddie, hey!” The man’s eyes shot open again, his breath sounding more ragged than before and shallow. “Don’t close your eyes, okay? Stay with me.” Richie saw fear in his eyes and he wondered if Eddie could see it in his. “This is going to hurt, Eddie. I’m sorry.” He gingerly pushed his arms farther underneath his body, one under Eddie’s shoulders and the other just under his knees.

“Rich, what are you-”

And in one swift movement, Richie had pulled Eddie up with him, a loud cry echoing around them.

Beverly and Ben were beside him, Mike ushering them out. “Can you-?”

“I’ve got him, Ben, lead the way, quick.”

The sewer was a Labyrinth, but they all knew the way out. They began to rush through the tunnels, Richie’s mind running faster than they could. Half of him was intent on getting out, on getting his friend help, of saving the man in his arms and the other was terrified of not making it in time, of losing him, of never telling him the secret he’s kept since they were kids that he’d remembered after stepping back into Derry.

His mind raced like this until he felt a cool hand on his neck, quieting everything.

“Richie,” came Eddie’s voice, softer than he’d ever heard him before. “Richie, listen.”

He felt the wind get knocked out of him at the sight in his arms. He looked so small and tired and his eyes were lidded that told Richie he didn’t have long.

“No talking, Spaghetti Man. You shouldn’t wear yourself out. You kinda lost an arm, bud, you need to rest.”

He felt Eddie shake his head and his hand slowly curled to the back of Richie’s neck, his fingers pressing onto his skin. “I…I don’t want to have any regrets, Richie. I have to talk to you. In case I-”

“Don’t,” Richie snapped. “You’re going to be fine, Eddie. Do you hear me?”

They turned a corner and Richie knew they were getting close to the exit. He needed Eddie to hold on for just a little longer. But he couldn’t help but think, “What regrets could you have? What do you need to say to me?” It was selfish, but it was true. He wouldn’t let himself think it was the same regret he would have if he lost the man clutched in his arms. There was no way Eddie would ever…

“I’m bleeding buckets all over the place, the least you can do is…listen.”

Richie felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes so he said the first thing that moved into his mouth. “Correction, Eds, you’re bleeding buckets all over me.” He saw Eddie smile weakly before adding, “you’re going to have one hell of a laundromat bill when we get you fixed up”.

He could feel Eddie’s eyes still on him as he looked back up to wade through the greywater he knew would lead them to the entrance, the way out and to rescue.

“Richie.”

He swallowed thickly. He had never heard his name like that before. But he looked back down to the man in his arms, his thumb brushing at Eddie’s intact shoulder.

“I’m in love with you.”

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I’m Just Going to Sit Right Down (and Cry Over You)

Okay so this is my first multi chapter fic ever and I’m super nervous, it’s a mutant!Eddie headcannon so let me know if you want to be tagged! Also the title of this story and all the chapters will be Beatles songs, the title was a cover by the Beatles tho, not an original song. Hope you enjoy!!

Pairing: richie tozier x eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 1,590

Summary: Eddie is hiding something from his friends, and it’s something they can never figure out.

Warnings: slight language, very slight mention of violence, mention of panic attack

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Chapter one- Drive my car

Eddie Kaspbrak had lived a relatively normal childhood, well, as normal as it could be for someone like him. The 18 year old had been on the run with his mother, Sonia, for the first 5 years of his life before finally settling down in Derry, Maine. The quiet town served as a perfect recluse for the gifted teenager and he had never been happier. Although Eddie couldn’t remember anything before Derry, he couldn’t complain, it was home to him. He had absolutely wonderful friends who he loved more than anything, semi good grades, and a average mother who was ridiculously overprotective, but for a good reason.

Around the age of 6, his mother had told him. According to Sonia, Eddie was born with abilities that he inherited from his father, Frank Kaspbrak. Apparently he had died protecting them from ‘bad people’ that wanted to take Eddie away for his powers. After that they had been constantly running for 5 years until those people had finally lost track of Eddie. At the time, Eddie couldn’t fully comprehend the severity of the situation at hand, he still didnt. He simply thought he was a superhero and that his father was his gardian, kind of like Spiderman. For about two years Eddie had no idea what type of powers he had, so he kind of just let the idea die, thinking the whole idea was just a figment of his overly active imagination. That is until he turned 8.

Eddie was minding his own buisness playing in the living room while his mother watched TV on her favorite chair. Eddie however became increasingly bored with his toys and begged his mother profusely to watch his show.

“Eddie bear I told you, for the last time, I’m in the middle of my show, you will have to wait your turn.” Sonia whispered, hushing him quickly and turning her attention to the brain rotting contraption once more.

This however has set eddie off. He started to throw and absolute fit, he began screaming and crying to watch his show. The screaming continued, growing in volume and intensity until suddenly his show was on and a vase had crashed into the opposite wall. Eddie jumped back so quickly he nearly toppled over the back of the couch. His mother stared at him wide eyed before she began to cry, Eddie was confused at her negative reaction when he himself was absolutely estatic. He was telekinetic for fucks sake.

After that he went ballistic, and tried to use his abilities for everything, chores, homework, cooking. After all, what was the point of touching anything when his mind could do the work? Sonia on the other hand had different ideas, quickly reprimanding him about how dangerous it was to go using his powers for everything and told him he was never to tell anyone or ever use them unless completely necessary. Eddie obeyed, scared by the intensity of her words and vowed to keep it to himself at all costs.

Here he was, 10 years later and he still hadn’t uttered a word. Even he and his mother rarely brought it up. So in his mind, he had a relatively normal childhood, but his mind was also the problem.

“Earth to Eddie, the bell just rang dipshit, stop daydreaming.” Stan, one of Eddie’s best friends had teased, snapping his fingers incessantly in front of his face.

“Aw, stop it Staniel, you know hes having a good dream about me by the way hes drooling right now, arntcha Eds?” Richie crooned, ignoring Stan’s griping, and putting his arm around Eddie’s shoulders.

“Quit it Rich, and dont call me Eds.” He snapped, a little more irritable than usual due to all of these memories piling at the surface. It seemed harder and harder by the day to keep lying to his friends.

“Someones grumpy! Good thing too, I like em feisty!” The curly haired, bug eyed, fool pinched his cheek before walking away in the direction of his class. Eddie just stood in the hallway blushing ever so slightly before Stan interrupted his thoughts.

“Eddie stop staring, its rude, and get to class.” He smiled knowingly before heading after Richie.

Unfortunately, for about 3 years now, Eddie knew he was in deep for Richie. As soon as the losers hit high school, The goofy boy had rocketed to a good 6'3, his cheekbones defining his beautiful face, his freckles looking like constellations even in the sunlight, and his smile brighter then ever. Today he looked especially pretty, in a black turtleneck and ripped jeans, his earrings and black nail polish making him even more irresistible. In other words, he was perfect. Although an annoying trashmouth, Eddie never wanted him to stop talking.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, hearing the bell ring. Recently he had been late for class almost everyday, his mind causing him to stop and think about Richie about every three seconds. Eddie, unlike Richie, was a phony asthmatic, a good 5'6, had a crooked smile, and mop of curly hair that was a sad imitation of Richie’s. He was nothing compared to the object of his affections, and everyone knew it too.

Instead of dealing with walking into class late, Eddie just decided to skip, something extremely unusual for someone like him. He blamed it on the stress of junior year and made his way to Richie’s truck to hang out for the last period of the day. Rich drove him home everyday anyway, so it was convenient and practical, it was definitely not because Richie has a blanket in the back that smells just like him.

Eddie spent the hour in the bed of his truck pretty much having a mild panic attack, puffing on his inhaler way more than needed. Now not only Richie was occupying his mind constantly, but the shit about his powers too. He just needed to forget. For almost a whole 10 years eddie had kept his powers in the back of his mind so why were they bubbling so close the surface now? Eddie sat in unmoving state of worry, so zoned out he didnt even hear the dismissal bell ring, a familiar string of curses startling him out of his train of thought.

“Jesus fuck Eds, what the hell !” Richie cursed loudly once catching sight of the boy puffing his inhaler in the back of his truck. “You scared the shit out of me!”

Beverly laughed walking up to the duo, “Shouldve seen your face Rich!” The redhead was smoking on a cigarette while giggling at Richie’s flushed face.

Ignoring Beverly, Richie continued, “as much as I like finding cute boys in my car, what the fuck are you doing?” His questioning glance trained on Eddie.

Eddie brushed off the question easily, “I skipped and just came here, no big deal.” Hands shaking slightly after coming down from his panic, he rounded to the passenger door, ignoring their shocked expressions.

“You what?!” Bev screeched before running to Eddie and putting her hand to his forehead, “are you feeling okay hun?” She cooed.

“Fuck off Bev, I’m 18 not 5, I just felt like skipping, stop looking at me like that!” He swatted her freckled hand away while snapping for the second time that day. Beverly and Richie looked hardly convinced but dropped the subject anway due to his clearly irritable state. As cute as Eddie was- according to Richie, he was quiet fiery when pissed off.

“Okay well, see you guys later, movie night at Bill’s tomorrow.” She reminded flippantly before jogging over to Mike’s car, where he and the others were waiting for him to take them home.

Richie waved in the direction of the other Losers before joining the boy in the truck and looking over at Eddie, concerned, so he made it a point not to look back at him. Eddie tried to conceal his shaking hands in his jacket but of course Richie, only observant when he didnt want him to be, noticed anyway. The silence was broken all too quickly.

“Eds, what going on? You know you can talk to me right?” Richie whispered into the too quiet truck.

And Eddie was mad, mad because he couldn’t tell Richie this time, and he told him everything. Richie was his sole confidant, although he was a walking trashcan, Eddie knew he cared and would listen to anything he had to say. Not this, he reminded himself. Eddie gripped his jacket sleeve until his knuckles turned white and Instead just opted to ignore the question until he arrived home and hopped out of the car before Richie could say anything else. The other boy gave Eddie a quick look of longing and almost reluctantly, the car pulled away and sped down the street as Eddie let out a breathe he didnt know he was holding.

He was fucking pissed. Why did this have to happen now? Why were his powers fucking with him now, why were these memories returning now when he had suppressed them for so long, so effortlessly? Everything just felt… off. Eddie glanced in his front window noticing his mother’s looming figure wasnt in her chair, where it was everytime he came home from school. Eddie shivered, it was probably nothing. As he opened the front door he saw his mother in the kitchen, placing back and forth, basically sobbing, Eddie felt his entire stomach drop.

Sonia next panicked words left Eddie’s heart plummeting into nothing. “Eddie- they know where you are. You have to leave, now.”

Tag list

-@jesusbinks

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Bill: It’s a turtle!

Regular audience:……ok…….

Book fans:

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post breakup AUs

because i haven’t seen enough of these around and i am so here for angst:

“today was the first family gathering i’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin that absolutely adored you asked where you were and i had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures i took of you to feel okay again¨ AU

¨i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive¨ AU

“i’m pretty sure if taylor swift and i were in a competition of who could write the most breakup songs in one night, i’d win by a landslide because i still set two plates out for dinner even though i eat alone and it’s almost pathetic because we’ve been broken up for ages but i’m still not over you” AU

“so i know we haven’t talked in like, two years, and that things ended pretty badly between us but what the fuck do you mean you’re engaged to be married¨ AU

“yes, i know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago but it’s really comfy okay. i totally don’t wear it because like it still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like home since i moved out. pfft. absolutely not.” AU

“look, i know we agreed to be friends and everything but that’s what everyone says when they break up. i can’t take you asking me for advice on how to ask out the new person you’re interested in, okay? it’s killing me” AU

“oh hi, totally didn’t expect to see you here at this one hole in the wall coffee shop literally no one in the entire world besides you knows about. what a coincidence.” AU

“it´s my [insert family relation here]´s wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all i can think about is how this was almost us” AU (bonus: “i know that it’s two in the morning and i’m dressed really formally and a little (a lot) bit drunk but i couldn’t stop thinking about you after my grandma asked how you were doing also can i come in it’s freezing out here”)

“i still have your sister’s scarf and i know it’s stupid but i’ve been hoping maybe one day you’ll come by and pick it up so we’ll be forced to talk again because i haven’t seen you in months and i’m maybe kinda sorta still in love with you” AU

“i know we were never officially together or anything but seeing that picture you posted on [insert social media] with him/her literally felt like you carved my heart out of my chest and stomped on it and i’m not really sure why i’m leaving this voicemail but my pillow still smells like you and i miss your stupid face” AU

“we have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and i know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad” AU

“so like, i know we broke up and stuff but funny story, i haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming with me for [insert family celebration] and i really don’t know how to tell them and i know this is really selfish but i can’t break my great grandma’s heart like that, she’ll probably have a heart attack and– wait what? you’d do that for me? holy shit, i love you… wait–” AU

“i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore” AU

“well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU

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The Losers inspired outfits!!!

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Losers AU Idea:

So I’ve had an idea running through my head about if the Losers Club met at a home for troubled kids. Like get this:

Richie: The smart mouth con artist who can nearly persuade anyone to do what he wants. He’s smooth and cheeky and a complete dork when he’s being himself.

Beverly: The pocket picker who can snatch the watch right off of your wrist without you even knowing. She’s tough, quick witted and can drive a mean right hook.

Eddie: The street fighter who was caught during a bust at an illegal ring. He can take down people twice his size eaisly despite people’s first impression of the short boy. He’s hot headed and quick with his combacks.

Mike: The mechanic who can strip a car in less than fifteen minutes and rebuild it in twenty. He was unknowingly using stolen parts at his grandfather’s shop thanks to a shady deal. Has a heart of gold and is the softest person alive.

Stan: The computer wiz who hacks anti-Semitic sites and fills them with homoerotic pornography for fun. He keeps to himself and is rather stoic and can take down the entire internet if he wanted.

Bill: The boy with an itch to go fast. He can hotwire any car and loves to joyride but always makes a point to visit his brothers gravesite every Sunday which is where he was caught with the neighbors Ferrari.

Ben: The sweetheart who has a book of poems in one pocket and a box of matches in the other. He’s not sure what it is about fire that makes him feel safe but the embers have a safe place in his heart.

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mike hanlon appreciation post,,

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cool i love him

he’s looking @ eddie i just have 2 draw him someday

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i am so sorry

listen up i’m so incredibly sorry for being completely AWOL the past month or so. i promise i’m still writing and doing my best to be satisfied with what i write. i’ll update soon❤️

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If this gets 500 notes i will write a three page essay on why Eddie Kaspbrak is a homosexual with text evidence from the book

Im not even kidding i will make it as proffessional as possible, i will properly site shit. There is enough text evidence to write even more than 3 pages tbh

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there is nothing straight about this gif

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the IT fandom is like a dying star right now

* pls like or reblog this if you’re still here & active *

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Eddie: That person’s an idiot.

Eddie: …

Eddie, realizing it’s Richie: Shit that’s my idiot.