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bleep-bleep-richie Ā· 3 years
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grad school losers club celebrating finals with dinner at richie and eddie's off campus apartment.
richie, mike, and bev in the eat-in kitchen cooking an actual feast and drinking wine while eddie, ben, bill, and stan sit at the kitchen table playing poker or something
stan's playlist is on eddie's bluetooth, richie has been criticizing pretty much every song until one comes on and his eyes light up. mike laughs while he sings and slinks towards the table.
"let's marvin gaye and get it on, you got that healing that i want."
eddie side-eyes him warily, cards in his hands. "richie-"
richie drapes himself over the table, touches eddie's arm. "just like they say in the song. until the dawn, let's marvin gaye and get it on."
"rich, it's my hand-"
richie circles the table and pulls eddie out of his chair. everyone's watching them, amused. "we got this king size to ourselves, don't have to share with no one else."
"richie, seriously-"
richie ignores him, pulling him into the more open space of the kitchen so he can spin them both while he sings. "there's something in your eyes that pulls me closer. it's so subtle, im in trouble."
bev joins in, pointing at ben, "but id love to be in trouble with you!" ben, card game completely forgotten, just grins. she saunters towards the table, singing along. "and when you leave me all alone, im like a stray without a home." she moves around the back of ben's chair, dragging her hand across his shoulders. "i just want you for my own." she grabs both his hands and yanks him up.
"i got to have you, babe," mike sings through a laugh.
"not you too," stan gripes, biting down on a smile. bill says nothing, grinning, not even hiding how much he's loving it.
mike snaps along with the music, moving towards his boyfriends. he sidesteps richie spinning eddie. "i got that healing that you want," mike sings to stan, pulling him up. bill gets to his feet when mike turns to him. "like they said in the songs, until the dawn, let's marvin gaye and get it on." he holds bill's hand and twirls him, then brings them both in, one in each arm.
"you got to give it up to me. im screaming, mercy, mercy, please."
the sun is setting, the apartment is warm and cozy, the food smells amazing. theyre together, theyre safe, theyre happy.
when eddie pushes replay, no one argues.
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bleep-bleep-richie Ā· 3 years
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ā€œentertainers like to seem complicated, but weā€™re not complicated.
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I can explain it pretty easily,
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have you ever been to a birthday party for children? and one of those children wonā€™t stop screaming?
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ā€˜Cause heā€™s just a little attention attractor
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When he grows up to be a comic or actor, heā€™ll be rewarded for never maturing,
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for never understanding or learning
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that every day canā€™t be about him, thereā€™s other people
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you selfish asshole
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but Iā€™m just a kid
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Iā€™m just a kid
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and maybe Iā€™ll grow out of it
I imagine Richies humor to be the same as Boā€™s. Like Richie would genuinely write this song.
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youā€™re braver than you think.
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I offer you sock puppet shitposting šŸ§¦ āœØāœØāœØāœØ
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I really like this one so I wanted to post it separatelyĀ  mechanic Eddie with his little mechanic shop
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it only took me 84 years to finish this ha,, ha. (based on this)
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bleep-bleep-richie Ā· 3 years
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Fic: In his senior year, Richie stretched out, replaced his massive glasses, and updated his wardrobe. He was no longer the ugly duckling he had been when he was 13. The only thing that hasn't changed is his addiction to cigarette smoke and the complaints of one particular asthmatic
Richie at 17:
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I find him fucking beautiful godlike even damn he could kiss me with no warning if he wanted to
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husbands + rings
requested by anon
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bleep-bleep-richie Ā· 3 years
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here he is the motherfucker
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bleep-bleep-richie Ā· 3 years
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Richie and Eddie deserved better and no I wonā€™t shut the fuck up about it
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prom for the losers
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Looking at Billā€™s back, which was amazingly broad for a boy of eleven-going-on-twelve, watching it work under the duffel coat, the shoulders slanting first one way and then the other as he shifted his weight from one pedal to the other, Richie suddenly became sure that they were invulnerable ā€¦ they would live forever and ever. Well ā€¦ perhaps not they, but Bill would. Bill had no idea of how strong he was, how somehow sure and perfect. -
But he felt somehow delighted with himself. The world seemed suddenly very clear to him, and very friendly. He found himself glancing sideways at her from time to time. She was looking in the shop windowsā€”at the dresses and nightgowns in Cornell-Hopleyā€™s, at the towels and pots in the window of the Discount Barn, and he stole glances at her hair, the line of her jaw. He observed the way her bare arms came out of the round holes of her blouse. He saw the edge of her slip strap. All of these things delighted him. -
Richie got up and turned toward the door. ā€œFuck you, Bitch!ā€ he cried suddenly, and kicked the door shut with his foot. It made a solid chukking sound as it closed and latched. ā€œWhyā€™d you do that?ā€ Beverly asked. ā€œI donā€™t know,ā€ Richie said, but he knew well enough.
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bleep-bleep-richie Ā· 3 years
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venmo au:)
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Kisses on husbandā€™s laps
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hurt/comfort
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bleep-bleep-richie Ā· 3 years
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Eddie isnā€™t ready to come outā€”to his friends or to himself, reallyā€”but sometimes you have a job on the 5th floor of a weirdly angled building and a cubicle next to a guy thatā€™s seen you have lunch with stand-up comedian Richie Tozier and is asking you to introduce them and that can unravel things pretty quickly. So Eddie doesnā€™t say yes, but he doesnā€™t say no exactly either, he says heā€™ll talk to Richie about it because honestly the man is smart, and attractive, and youngā€”like,Ā godĀ is he youngā€”and who is Eddie to keep that from Richie? And why would it matter to him anyway? He asks Bill this maybe once, maybe five times, and even Bill Denbrough has the sense to eventually sayĀ ā€œwell maybe it does matter to you, Eddieā€ which is when Eddie decides he isnā€™t being helpful and hangs up. But. He gets there. Itā€™s 3am and his hair is a nightmare and his sock drawer has been organized 6 ways from Sunday, but he gets there. He leaves Richie a sort of convoluted voicemail that goes something likeĀ ā€œ-up, please donā€™t pick up. Oh! Good. Uh. Ok. So hereā€™s the thing, Richie, and Iā€™ll try to make this quick. A guy I work with wants to hook up with you and Iā€™m going to send you his picture for full transparency here, but the thing is that I donā€™t think you should say yes because when I heard him say he was interested in you, well I justā€¦frankly Iā€¦Richie, I wanted to claw his eyes out. Okay. And I donā€™t know if that means anything to you, but if it does, then call me back. Also while Iā€™m talking, itā€™s not like Iā€™m going out of my mind over here or anything, but I think if I saw you come to the office for him and not me I would probably vomit. Sorry for ending this voicemail on a note about throw up. Thatā€™s not very romantic, is it? Ok, bye.ā€Ā 
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