A story of Rich Tozier, a seventeen year old boy trying to find out what he's meant to do in life. And an art student who catches his attention on first glance.

In which Richie Tozier dreams about a boy named Eddie every night, though they've never met. What will happen when they do? ⚠️warnings at the beginning of each chapter⚠️

It's the February after the summer of 1989. And things have changed. Most things have. Except not the way that Eddie feels towards his friend Richie. He didn't realize that he could be happy fantasizing about being in a relationship with his best friend. He also didn't realize that the relationship was a lot more than a fantasy of his.

Richie gets into fights almost every 2 weeks, and never gets blamed for the fights. One day he gets hurt worse than usual and sits in the bathroom all period. Eddie comes in and finds him, he starts to help with his cuts and bruises. Soon Richie gets hurts badly to the point where Eddie has to take care of him. He says he doesn't need help, when he really does and doesn't want to admit it. • • Started: May 28th 2020 Finished: June 14th 2020 • • #63 on loser 6/14/20 #116 on loser 6/17/20 #7- Reddie 6/21/20 :) #1- Reddie 6/22/20 :)) #6- Reddie 6/23/20 :) #4-Reddie 7/4/20 :) #7-Reddie 7/4/20 :) #6-Reddie 7/5/20 #9-Reddie 7/6/20

Richie's forced out of the closet and Eddie tumbles after. A/N: As a Brit, it physically and emotionally pained me to write "mom" instead of "mum" Highest Rating: #1 in FixItFic #2 in ItChapter2 #3 in Reddie Started: 13 September 2019 Finished: 3 October 2019

"𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎." "𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎." --- What happens when a certain, Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak get put on a project together and it reveals way too much to the point it breaks one of the boys.

richie throws a dorm party and never cares about people or what they think. until he finds a small boy drunk out of his mind.

"Is it gone?" Beverly whispered after what seemed like years. "No." Bill answered, almost calmly--so much so Eddie wouldn't have even been alarmed if it hadn't been for the blood rolling out of his nose. The contrast was jarring against the white of his skin--when had he gone that pale? They killed the damn clown; it should have been over. Its death left a vacuum--drawing them out, calling for them. It's not over. Not yet. Or The one where the Losers have superpowers.

あなたについての何か • • • • 🌸soft eddie🌸 🌙jock richie🌙 • • • high school au fluffy af || read more about this story in the first chapter||