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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āentertainers like to seem complicated, but weāre not complicated.
I can explain it pretty easily,
have you ever been to a birthday party for children? and one of those children wonāt stop screaming?
āCause heās just a little attention attractor
When he grows up to be a comic or actor, heāll be rewarded for never maturing,
for never understanding or learning
that every day canāt be about him, thereās other people
you selfish asshole
but Iām just a kid
Iām just a kid
and maybe Iāll grow out of it
I imagine Richies humor to be the same as Boās. Like Richie would genuinely write this song.
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youāre braver than you think.
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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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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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here he is the motherfucker
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Richie and Eddie deserved better and no I wonāt shut the fuck up about it
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prom for the losers
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Looking at Billās 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.
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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 windowsāat the dresses and nightgowns in Cornell-Hopleyās, 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.
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Richie got up and turned toward the door. āFuck 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. āWhyād you do that?ā Beverly asked. āI donāt know,ā Richie said, but he knew well enough.
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venmo au:)
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Kisses on husbandās laps
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hurt/comfort
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Eddie isnāt ready to come outāto his friends or to himself, reallyābut sometimes you have a job on the 5th floor of a weirdly angled building and a cubicle next to a guy thatās 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 doesnāt say yes, but he doesnāt say no exactly either, he says heāll talk to Richie about it because honestly the man is smart, and attractive, and youngālike,Ā godĀ is he youngāand 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 āwell maybe it does matter to you, Eddieā which is when Eddie decides he isnāt being helpful and hangs up. But. He gets there. Itās 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-up, please donāt pick up. Oh! Good. Uh. Ok. So hereās the thing, Richie, and Iāll try to make this quick. A guy I work with wants to hook up with you and Iām going to send you his picture for full transparency here, but the thing is that I donāt 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 donāt know if that means anything to you, but if it does, then call me back. Also while Iām talking, itās not like Iām 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. Thatās not very romantic, is it? Ok, bye.āĀ
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