#trashmouth tozier

[the-losers-are-still-losing]

something about these overly specific genres of character

[kalsiferdraws]

I’m in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you’d be mine

[finnl3t]

reddie,,,,,, except slightly older cuz i didn’t feel like drawing kids

ik i just posted but stfu

[reddiesworldsblog]

daily reminder day 266: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s trying to put something together by only looking at the pictures.

daily reminder day 267: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s fucking up his iced pumpkin spice latte and he almost bit richie’s hand off for trying to take a sip of eddie’s drink without asking.

daily reminder day 268: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s making richie help him put up all of the halloween decorations because he could really use the extra strength and height and also he just really likes the way richie’s back muscles shift when lifting things….or whatever.

daily reminder day 269: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s trying to knit together a sweater for richie as a Christmas gift to him. but it’s seriously failing and it looks like shit. probably because he’s never sewn a damn thing in his life. but it’s the thought that counts which is why he knows richie will wear it anyway. or at least in a box where no one will ever find it. either or.

daily reminder day 270: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s eating hot wings and downing them like a champ. meanwhile richie is crying from how hot his wings are and is currently CHUGGING down his 2nd glass of milk. eddie doesn’t mean to laugh, but…

daily reminder day 271: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s fallen back into the longtime role of Dr. K. richie somehow managed to sprain his wrist while doing whatever it is that richie toziers do to do that. after eddie finishes wrapping up his wrist, he kisses it per richie’s request; though half-heartedly/jokingly on richie’s part, eddie had rolled his eyes and did it anyway. “thanks, Dr. K,” richie says followed with comically puckering his lips. eddie only rolls his eyes but leans up to kiss him anyway.

daily reminder day 272: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now him and richie are taking a late night drive.

daily reminder day 273: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s wondering wtf do you think you’re doing??

daily reminder day 274: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s working in his shadow work journa- nevermind he just threw it at the wall because it got mad that it was right about something about him.

daily reminder day 275: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are recreating their first date from when they were teenagers. it had been awkward at first back then despite their many years of friendship, but eddie feels like that was normal. it had made eddie appreciate it more, oddly. their first date included a picnic at the quarry under the stars. and though no quarry in reddies backyard now, they still had a sky full of beautiful stars and sweet kisses shared between them.

daily reminder day 276: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and.

daily reminder day 277: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s stress cleaning the kitchen. he has no idea why he’s anxious but he’s this close to pulling up the kitchen tiles and gnawing on them like a fucking beaver….yeah, just come back later.

daily reminder day 278: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are taking a shower together and singing along to the music they have playing in the bathroom. they do this a lot — sing, laugh, help wash each others backs and hair, etc. y’know, married shit.

daily reminder day 279: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s really missing his husband while he’s at work.

[eddiekaspbrakirlsblog]

need a reddie the notebook au rn LIKE JUST HEAR ME OUT richie leaves derry and promises eddie he’ll write to him AND HE DOES FOR THE MOST PART , however Sonia hides the letters from eddie leaving him to think that Richie’s just forgotten about him and they meet up years later somehow and it’s a second chance romance and AHHHHHHH

[oblisker]

reddie is great because their bickering doesn’t have an undercurrent of toxicity it is legitimately their love language. they are fr the EPITOME of arguing like an old married couple except they’re an old married couple that still argue like middle school boys

[dreamyzworldlove]

They got me

Babies first it art

I drew Eddie aswell but I haven’t gotten his face right yet

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If you like my work please reblog!!

[spahgetti-man]

richie snores in his sleep tozier and eddie “i cant sleep without his snoring” kapsbrak

[joonytown]

reddie brainrot because they continue to be superior

(Day Three’s prompt was “moon” and I drew reddie:) )

[lola-2008]

I like to think that how Eddie moved into Richie's house was by pulling up to his door then Richie opens it and says "what are you doing here?" And Eddie's like "I'm moving in Bitch." And shoves his suitcases at Richie. I also like to think that the paparazzi court all of it on tape.

[c0usingreg]

💖 Trashmouth + Eddie Bear 💖

Insta // TikTok // Etsy

[neverwasreddie]

Part 2 of my reddie Christmas ficlet that nobody asked for!

*

Eddie’s trying really, really hard to be chill about Richie’s Christmas gift, but 1. “chill” is not a word that has ever been used to describe Edward Kaspbrak, like, not ever as long as he’s been alive, and 2. how can he possibly be chill about this?

Richie swears up and down that it’s nothing, that Ben loves tinkering around in his little garage-turned-woodshop and it gave Richie an excuse to try and reenact the Ghost pottery scene with the hottest Loser without his Beverly around to interfere.

But Eddie knows better, saw the flicker of fear on Richie’s face when he finally opened the gift. Knows that this means something special to Richie, something he’s too shy to put into words.

And the fact that the wood is from the Kissing Bridge of Derry is no coincidence, either. That is the detail Eddie keeps getting hung up on, no matter how Richie tries to brush it off.

“I just don’t get it!” Eddie is still saying a few days later, dusting the shelf around the frame with the utmost care. “Did they demolish that safety hazard while I was in the hospital, or what?”

Richie snorts, not even bothering to look up from the Rubik’s cube he’s fiddling with on the couch. “Well, someone almost did. Lucky Mikey boy caught me before I burned his whole stupid town to the ground.”

He’s casual on the surface, but there’s enough bite to his words for Eddie to turn and ask carefully, “What?”

Sighing, running a hand through his hair and refusing to look up at Eddie, Richie shrugs. “I wasn’t exactly in tip-top shape while you were in your little coma nap, there, bud. When they finally kicked me out of your room to go shower and sleep, I took the long way back to the inn. Got some of my frustration out on that stupid bridge. And before you say anything, I didn’t vandalize the whole thing, alright, just that one slat that was already rotting in the center. Didn’t take much to rip it off.”

A flashback to his hospital room strikes Eddie, then: the feeling of Richie’s raw, scraped hands gripping his tightly, Eddie assuming the injuries had come from his fall from the Deadlights.

“You really took this wood from the bridge?” he asks carefully, dropping his dust cloth and carefully approaching the couch. Richie is still sprawled out on his back, gaze turned from Eddie, so there’s no room to sit beside him, but Eddie feels the inexplicable need to be near Richie for this conversation.

Always feels that need, if he’s being honest with himself.

“Yeah, well, excuse me for not exactly thinking straight,” Richie mutters, and it’s a testament to the sincerity of the moment that he doesn’t even go for a low-hanging gay joke at his expense. “I thought I was losing you after just getting you back, and I…”

He squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head and lets the Rubik’s cube drop to the floor.

“Hey.” Eddie drops to a knee beside him, picks up the toy and squeezes Richie’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up if it was going to upset you. I’m…I’m still just really surprised about the gift, that’s all. It means more to me than you know, alright, even if I…even if I’m showing it in a stupid way.”

Richie cracks an eye open, then smiles when he sees whatever pathetically earnest expression Eddie’s probably wearing in return.

“Just glad the work was worth it, Eds,” he says softly. “That stupid hunk of bridge is about the only thing worth taking from that town.”

*

Eddie doesn’t know how serious Richie is about that statement until later that night.

Their evening of Hanukkah and Christmas gift-giving with the other Losers had been a smashing success, with all the stupid gag gifts one could expect from the friends of Richie Tozier mixed with all the sentimental and heartfelt presents to be expected from the likes of Mike, Ben, and, surprisingly, Stan, secret sap that he is. By the time the others stumble back out to their homes or hotels for the evening, safely and drunkenly tucked into Ubers lined up like Christmas sleighs, Eddie is feeling warm with love like he hasn’t felt on Christmas Eve in decades.

Richie is looking just as warm and relaxed from his spot on the couch in the corner, flushed from mulled wine and cozy in an ugly Christmas sweater and smiling at Eddie like he’s never been so content.

“Did you have a good Christmas Eve, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“The best,” Eddie says honestly, ignoring the nickname in favor of painful sincerity. “Thank you for letting me host that here. That was…you’re really the best, you know? That was the best Christmas I’ve had since the last time we were all together.”

Richie’s smile only grows at that. “Glad to hear it, Eds. Anything for you.”

It’s hard for Eddie to look too closely at Richie when he’s turning his full attention on him, knowing he’ll never have it like he truly wants it, so he fiddles with the decorations on the bookshelf for something to do. A nutcracker and a snow globe and a fat, squishy snow man, lined up next to Richie’s homemade frame.

“It’s just nice having everyone together. It’s just…we’re so lucky, you know?” he murmurs, his wine-clumsy fingers knocking the nutcracker over, hurrying to catch the frame before it can fall.

It’s only then in his hands that he sees the back of the frame for the first time, the engraving on the back that looks much older than Richie’s more recent carpentry efforts on the front.

R + E

“Oh,” Eddie breathes, a rush of cold panic and warm hope pouring over him all at once. “Richie, what’s…is this from the bridge?”

Richie looks up, curious, paling slightly when he sees what Eddie is looking at.

“Oh, yeah. That. It was, uh, it was on the part of the bridge I broke.”

“It’s our initials, Richie. R and E.” Barely able to hear over the pounding in his ears, Eddie whispers, “Is that us?”

Flushed from the tips of his ears to the collar of his sweater, it’s impossible for Richie to do anything but nod, a little sheepish as he drops his gaze to the floor.

“The summer of the clown, when you were grounded and we were all in that awful fight and I couldn’t see you, or anyone…” He laughs, a bleak and mirthless sound. “I thought I was going crazy, you know? I needed you more than I ever did, because that stupid clown knew my secret and…and I was already so scared of him doing something to me, but then he knew how I felt about you, and if he did something to you…” He shakes his head, eyes falling shut as the fear of the memory washes over him.

“How you felt about me?” Eddie clutches the frame to his chest like a raft in a stormy sea. “How did you feel about me?”

Richie opens his eyes and looks steadily at Eddie. “How did I feel?” he asks. “I felt enough to carve our initials into the Kissing Bridge without caring if anyone saw. I felt enough to rip that bridge apart and take those letters with me in case that’s all I had left of you when I left that stupid town this time around.”

He closes his eyes, briefly, and then, like he’s steeling himself for something, he adds, “I don’t know why we’re saying ‘felt’ in the past tense, like I just gave that frame to you for no reason. As if any of those feelings ever went away.”

All at once Eddie feels lightheaded, like the first thrilling time he drank a beer with Richie and thought he was going to fall over, but knowing all the while without knowing how he knew that Richie would catch him if he needed to.

“You still like me like that?” he whispers, running his fingers over the letters with reverence before placing the frame back on the shelf.

Richie smiles ruefully, makes a buzzer noise out of the side of his mouth. “Wrong four-letter word, there, Eds. Try it again. Same first letter, whole different set of consequences for me.”

Eddie approaches Richie with all the care needed to approach a startled fawn, quiet slow steps forward and a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, Rich, don’t chicken out on me here. Can you say it? Please? For me?”

Eyes wide with someone less like fear and more like wonder, Richie swallows and grips the hand on his shoulder with all the strength of someone about to unburden something he’s been carrying for far too long.

“I love you, Eddie. I’m in love with you. Always have been and always will be.”

It’s like someone unlocked a box that had been hiding in Eddie’s chest, flipped it upside down, and shook it until every joyful emotion he’d ever known came tumbling out in one jumbled mess. It’s a thrill unlike anything Eddie’s ever felt: every leap into the quarry, every stolen moment in the hammock with Richie, every night sneaking in and out of windows and whispering in the too-near closeness under bedsheets.

Richie loves him.

“Does it count as a Christmas gift,” Eddie says breathlessly, pulling Richie to his feet, “if I tell you that I love you, too?”

Dazed, eyes wide and lips parted slightly, Richie nods stupidly until it seems his brain has caught up with his heart.

“Only if you mean it,” he says, gathering Eddie into his arms and pulling him in to a first-class kiss for the ages.

Eddie thinks, if this is how Richie is going to kiss him every day, he’s going to have to find him a Christmas gift, after all.

“Merry Christmas, Eddie,” Richie whispers against his lips, and there’s a lot Eddie wants to say back to that, but it’ll have to wait, he decides, as he pulls Richie in for another kiss.

They’ve got a lot of catching up to do.

[kalsiferdraws]

Betcha couldn't tell who my fav to draw is

[alltheoutcasts]

Richie Tozier| Losers Club fanart

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[reddiesworldsblog]

daily reminder day 281: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s terribly dancing to the music he’s playing as cleans the house. eddie is truly in his natural habitat right now.

daily reminder day 282: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are at the store buying a bunch of candy so they can get ready for trick or treaters.

daily reminder day 283: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s working in his shadow work journal that he finally caved and bought from the tik tok shop. he’s mad that it was actually worth the money.

daily reminder day 284: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s pissed off that it’s feeling like summer in the middle of fall for some reason. it’s spooky season so he wants the weather to feel like it goddamnit.

daily reminder day 285: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are in the shower together and eddie insisted on washing richie’s hair. and since eddie is so convincing, richie lets him, getting on knees and hugging eddie around the waist so it’s easier for eddie to wash it, pressing little kisses to his tummy every now and then.

daily reminder day 286: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s catching up on some mimimimi’s now that richie is home from his mini tour. don’t tell richie this, but eddie has come to the conclusion that he sleeps better with richie there with him.

daily reminder day 287: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now him and richie are dressed up as bert and ernie for Halloween and are setting up for trick or treaters.

daily reminder day 288: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s shivering his ass off with how cold it is right now. richie see’s that eddie is shaking and decides to wrap his big arms around his cold husband from behind. eddie can’t help but smile and cuddle back against him as richie kisses the top of his head and sticks his cold nose into the soft warmth of eddie’s hair. it’s officially cuddle weather everyone.

daily reminder day 289: eddie k-tozier is alive and so well right now because richie has taken him on a little retreat in celebration for eddie’s big birthday. he was woken up with kisses and flowers and the plane tickets to the resort and…it’s just been a great birthday so far.

daily reminder day 290: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s bundled up in front of a fire right now with his richie just talking about any and everything.

[eddiekaspbrakirlsblog]

some of my favourite reddie coded taylor swift lyrics 💗💗

IDEA FROM @cowboylikeekatie 🫶🫶🫶🫶

“and it always leads to you in my hometown” -tis the damn season

“sleep in half the day just for old times sake” - tis the damn season

HOMETOWN ROMANCE IS SO THEM ☹️☹️☹️

“now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon” - cowboy like me

THE ENTIRETY OF YOU ARE IN LOVE

“they are the hunters we are the foxes” - I know places

“is this the end of all the endings ? my broken bones are mending” - king of my heart

GET IT ?? CAUSE EDDIE BROKE HIS ARM !!!

THE ENTIRETY OF ITS NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND IS THEMMMM💗💗💗💗

“I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm” - peace

I could write an essay on how peace is SO reddie coded

“I can’t help it if you look like an angel , can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain” - hey stephen

THE ENTIRE OF MINE BUT SPECIFICALLY

“you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter , you are the best thing that’s ever been mine”

AND

“you learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded , you say we’ll never make my parents mistakes”

thank you for coming to my ted talk

WILL THERE BE A PART TWO ??? MAYBE