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Richie: I know what you are.

IT: say it out loud

Richie: ...a sloppy bitch

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"Don't you think it's just a little presumptuous? Moving in together after two weeks like it's that easy to pick up where you left off, when where you left off was on the concrete slab of a middle school courtyard, and you wore mismatched socks and your mom was still packing your lunches?”

Eddie hums his response from the kitchen, turning the knob of the oven down as the clock hits 0:00 and the timer goes off. His mouth turns with it—frowning, brows furrowed.

“You say that like I didn’t fly home with you straight out of Derry, Maine, after two days.”

He waits to say this until he’s in the living room so he doesn’t have to yell, and so he can see what prompted Richie’s question.

The man is stretched across the length of the couch, at least as much as his body allows—one leg bent, another straightened over the armrest. He’s got his lumpy, disordered joke notebook in his lap, which means he’s working (on a Saturday), but he also has his phone out, which means he’s referring to the same group text Eddie thought he was; the one Bev sent, about an hour ago, announcing her abrupt move from Chicago to New York. Ben isn’t mentioned in the text, but he doesn’t really need to be.

Richie waves a hand dismissively at Eddie without looking up from his notebook. “That’s different,” he says quickly, shrugging. “We’re…different.”

“From Ben and Bev?” Eddie asks. His frown deepens. “How?”

He doesn’t want to say what makes us so special? because it’s not as though Eddie doesn’t take pride in some of the particularities of he and Richie’s relationship. But the It factor—actually, the very literal It factor—is quickly becoming a Three-In-A-Million kind of chance.

“Oh my god.” Richie heaves a great, dramatic sigh, settles his notebook back in his lap, and cranes his head back to look at Eddie with fond exasperation. “I’m trying to write a love story for the ages here, and you’re really killing the mood.”

“For the ages?” Eddie echoes, perplexed, looking between Richie and his work. “In a stand-up act?”

“Where do you think our love story belongs? A Nicholas Sparks book?”

Eddie snorts, group text forgotten, and comes fully into the room to sit on the couch, first gently knocking Richie’s legs before manhandling them to make space for himself when Richie doesn’t budge.

“A horror movie, I think,” he tells Richie, thoughtful, pointedly ignoring the smug grin plastered on his face. “Actually.”

“Huh,” Richie says, sobering, like the idea has never occurred to him before.

“What? Did you overlook the part where a clown tried to eat us?”

“No,” Richie answers quickly. “No, I know. I just…” He wrinkles his nose, thinking. “He really hung over our heads for most of our lives, huh? But I knew you before that. So. You feel like such a bigger part of my life than two weeks ago and that one summer in ‘89.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, charmed and a little annoyed for it. Richie’s legs are still taking up half the couch, tangled with Eddie’s in a way that’s distinctly uncomfortable, even in love. “I guess so.”

“Gives the R-rating a whole other meaning though,” Richie adds under his breath, and Eddie pulls a pillow out from under himself to throw in his direction.

“Richie!” he exclaims. “I said—!”

“—no sex jokes!” Richie finishes for him, hands raised defensively. “No sex jokes! I got it, baby, I got you.”

Eddie settles back against the armrest slowly, cheeks heating. “I just don’t want my junk all over LA,” he explains, like he can’t help it.

“And I respect that!”

“Or your’s, for that matter,” Eddie goes on. “I know it’s not my business, but can’t it be a little bit my business?”

“Baby, it’s all your business,” Richie says easily, bringing his notebook back up to his face and squinting at it, going to work again. “You’re cutting out a good chunk of my audience, though. Just so you know.”

Eddie shrugs flippantly. “Good fucking riddance,” he mutters.

Richie laughs. He laughs and he laughs, and he goes back to writing their love story, which feels, in their entanglement of limbs, even with a foot nearly shoved up Eddie’s ass, very much “for the ages.”

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but on another note please imagine eddie having a picture of him and richie as his lockscreen on his phone and one day one of his coworkers notices and they’re like “hey eddie i didn’t know you were a fan of richie tozier! that’s so cool that you met him, what was he like?”

and eddie just stares back at them like “……he’s my husband”

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lovingly of course :°]

i'm still obsessed with y2k reddie 🕚

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it's been a hot second since the film came out so i think it's finally time to admit that the IT sequel telling us bill hader is gay by showing us flashbacks of child him getting called slurs and then having his childhood crush graphically murdered by an alien clown and then ending on him crying over the man he loved while the voice over of the guy who offed himself over it all tells him "u should have just come out instead u coward lol" was actually hysterically funny. avant-garde comedy. did leave the cinema literally fuming at the time but looking back on it yea it was kind of a good goof

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hey reddie fans i’m back again with another fresh picked meme. it’s been 2 years. i am so tired

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richie: [working on jokes at home during quarantine] 

eddie: i cannot keep myself from him. the man exudes sex

#sweet and tender and 🥺

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i literally cannot stop thinking about adult losers club though like just a bunch of depressed middle aged assholes who are so entrenched in the holes they’ve accidentally dug themselves that they’re each convinced that these sad and unfulfilling and abusive lives are all that there’s gonna be for them because it’s all they know and they’re far too old to change now right only they’re not too old and it’s not too late and they still manage to find people with whom they belong and who love and care for them unconditionally and unreservedly and im just so obsessed with adult losers club learning to live in the face of that kind of care that absolutely shakes the foundations of an entire life already lived

#the losers club #it (movie) #reddie #bill denbrough #stanley uris #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #ben hanscom

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doodled a chaotic bi and a chaotic gay mini comic~

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ahah boyfriend comfy serotonin machine goes brrrrrrrrrrr

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late night/ early morning

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Commission of Benverly with their daughter ❤️

#🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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When you marry a comedian

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some things never change

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I like to imagine Richie testing his jokes for his next show on Eddie.

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Commission drawn by @casanovakevin 💝