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thestarsaroundyourscars · 5 years

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No more wasting time

For my 1k celebration @eddiefuckinkaspbrak asked for Richie proposing to Eddie, something fluffy and cute. Here it is! Enjoy!

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The week after their fight against Pennywise was hell on the losers. Especially Richie.

Forget fighting an alien spider with the head of a clown, the days that followed were the worst of Richie's life.

After dragging Eddie out of the caverns and to the nearest hospital while he drifted in and out of consciousness and bled all over Richie and the backseat of Ben's rental car, Richie had to watch him be rushed into an operating room, leaving him and the rest of the losers unable to do anything but wait. Three hours passed ⎯the longest, most tortuous three hours Richie ever had to endure⎯ before they received any news. And it wasn’t even good news. Not exactly.

Eddie was alive, yeah but his injuries were bad, really bad and the doctors had him in something called an induced coma that was supposed to help his body heal. A coma from which they didn't know when he would wake up or even if he would.

Richie had refused to even entertain the idea that Eddie might not wake up. He hadn’t dragged him all the way there to lose him like this. They didn't fight an interdimensional clown for Eddie to die like this. No, Richie refused to believe that. Instead he convinced himself that Eddie would wake up. Whenever he visited him that was what he told himself.

And he visited him every day. After three days he was already on a first name basis with the nurses in charge of Eddie. They liked Richie, found him charming and Eddie would've had a field trip at the idea that someone might find Richie charming but they did. And thanks to that they would let him stay after visiting hours were over or slip him some pudding, not the nasty stuff they had for the visitors but the quality stuff they saved for the patients.

But it wasn't just Richie's charm that earned him a special treatment. He heard them talking to each other once, referring to them, him and Eddie, as the lovely couple from room 174. And Richie couldn't blame them for thinking that they were together, not after they saw the state Richie was in when they brought Eddie in (bawling, desperate, borderline crazy with fear and worry) or the way he behaved in the days that followed (staying by his side at all times, not leaving except for showering and changing clothes, not even for sleeping because he did that on the chair in Eddie's room). It didn't occur to him to correct them either, Eddie wasn't awake to judge him for taking advantage of them so that they would bend the rules for him, so there was no need.

The losers also visited Eddie and therefore Richie, taking turns every couple of days, keeping them both company.

If it was Ben's turn he would try to get Richie to eat properly and sleep on an actual bed while he stood watch in his place, but it never worked.

If it was Bill or Mike they would sit with Richie and try to get him to talk. Once one of them even dared to wonder out loud what would happen if Eddie never woke up but Richie's glare had been enough to shut them up.

Richie liked it better when it was Bev there with him. She understood Richie and would simply sit with him in silence and if she talked it was to Eddie, convinced that he could hear her.

It was her turn to visit on the day Eddie finally woke up. Seven days after they fought and defeated It.

Bev was getting herself and Richie some coffee when it happened. Richie was sitting on his usual spot, staring at the TV without really paying attention to it, already drifting off, head lolling to the side.

"Richie."

He jolted awake at the sound and turned to the door, expecting to see Beverly there or maybe one of the nurses, Gloria or Nancy calling for him but there was no one there. For a moment he thought he had imagined it but then he heard it again.

"Rich."

This time he recognized the voice and whirled his head around so fast his glasses almost flew off from his face. Eddie's eyes were still closed but his face was scrunched up in pain. Richie knew that could be just a reflex movement, the nurses had explained that to him after he had seen one of Eddie's fingers twitch and had almost burst into tears but this time Eddie had also talked.

He had right?

"Eds?"

This time he saw Eddie's lips move, face twitching in annoyance. "Don't⎯ don't call me that." He said, voice no more than a whisper but Richie heard it clear as day.

"Holy fucking shit!" He gasped and leapt to his feet. "Eddie, holy shit!" He hovered near the bed, wanting to hug Eddie, to make sure he was really there and alive and awake but he didn't want to risk hurting him.

Eddie let out a grunt of pain. "Don't be so loud, damn it." He said, straining to blink his eyes open. Richie had to hold back a cry when he saw Eddie's large brown eyes staring at him. The last time he had seen them, Eddie had been fighting for his life and those eyes had been slowly losing their spark but right now they looked so fucking alive and beautiful. "Am I in a hospital? What happened?" Realisation seemed to dawn on him and his eyes widened with worry. "Pennywise⎯"

"Gone. Dead. For real this time." Richie said, his hands were hanging at his sides, itching to reach out for Eddie. "Thanks to you, you told us how to kill it. You told us we had to make it small, weak. It was all you Eds."

Eddie pursed his lips. "I don't remember that. I remember that you⎯ you were trapped in the deadlights and I got It⎯ at least I thought I did and then It⎯" He cut himself off, eyebrows knitted like he was having trouble piecing everything together.

"It skewered you, right through your chest." Richie said through gritted teeth, the image clear as day in his mind just like it had been for the past week. "We carried you out and the doctors they⎯ they saved you but they didn't know when you would wake up. If you would wake up."

"How long was I out?" Eddie asked, worried.

"A week."

Eddie raised his eyebrows. "A week? And you're still here?"

"Of course I am you dipshit."

"I thought you'd be back in LA by now."

Richie shook his head, finding the idea fucking ridiculous. Did Eddie really think he would drop him in the hospital and just skip town? That he didn't care about him enough to hang around? That was some real bullshit.

"I couldn't leave without y⎯ without knowing you were okay." He said, picking his words carefully. "Neither of us could."

"The others stayed too?"

Richie nodded. "They come by every few days to check on you."

"And you?"

Richie bit his bottom lip, picking at the blanket that covered Eddie from the waist down, his hand only a few inches away from where Eddie's own hand laid. "I don't really leave. Ever." He said quietly. "I've been here every day. That chair is now forever molded to the shape of my ass."

Eddie snorted, before it made him hiss in pain. "I should've known you've been here all this time." He said, flashing Richie a half smirk. "You look fucking terrible."

Richie let out a watery laugh at that. The realization that Eddie was alive⎯ alive enough to give him shit⎯ hitting him like a ton of bricks and making his eyes well up with tears. "I look terrible? You should fucking see yourself." Richie said, going for teasing and lighthearted but his voice came out strained, a few tears escaping and trailing down his cheeks.

Eddie stared at him, his expression softening, but he didn't mention the tears or the way Richie's voice broke. Instead he reached for Richie's hand on the bed, squeezing it. Richie welcomed the touch and returned the squeeze. "I almost died, I think I get a free pass." He said, not missing the way Richie's eye twitched when he said the first part. "Sorry. I'm just saying you don't have an excuse to walk around with that fuck o'clock stubble. Hospitals have razors you know."

Richie's laugh was slightly less shaky this time, he wiped his eyes with the hand that wasn't holding Eddie's. "You don't have to pretend Eds. I know it gets you hot under the collar or⎯ the hospital gown."

"Fuck you dude." Eddie chuckled and the urge to cry hit Richie again when he realized how much he had missed that sound.

There was a broken cry from the door, followed by the sound of two coffee cups hitting the floor, spilling their contents. Bev was staring at the two of them, hands covering her mouth.

Eddie smiled softly at her. "Hey Bev."

Bev rushed toward him and without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around Eddie, careful not to hurt him. Richie let go of his hand with one final squeeze so that he could hug Bev back. She was crying and Richie felt more tears trickle down his face in response.

After that, they called the nurses and they had called Eddie's doctor. According to him, Eddie was doing great but would still have to stay in the hospital until he recovered completely. Eddie wasn't too happy about it but Richie shushed him when he tried to object.

The remaining losers visited Eddie together that afternoon after Richie was able to sweet talk the nurses into letting all five of them in the room at the same time. At some point while they talked and filled Eddie in on the details that he'd missed, Richie's hand found its way to the edge of the bed. His fidgety fingers kept brushing Eddie's and after a while, Eddie wrapped his hand around Richie's, giving him a look that said stop moving but he didn't let go even after Richie's fingers had stilled.

Not a lot changed after that. Richie would still spend most of his time ⎯his entire time really, in the hospital. The losers still visited but with Eddie out of danger, they soon started to leave Derry, going back to their lives, but only after making them promise they would call or write. It seemed that they wouldn't be forgetting each other this time around and they had all agreed to stay in touch.

During his time at the hospital, Eddie never talked about his wife. Once the nurses brought a bunch of papers for him to fill up and under emergency contact he had hesitated before writing down Richie's name on it. Not Myra. Richie. He had seen it happen but didn't comment on it.

They also didn't talk about what would happen once Eddie was discharged and Richie was afraid to ask. He didn't want to say goodbye to Eddie. Not after he just got him back. Then almost lost him only to get him back again. But Richie wasn't ready to tell Eddie that, he was afraid of what else he might end up saying.

Thankfully it didn't come to that. Richie's unspoken question was answered one night while they were watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills on Eddie's TV, eating pudding with Richie's socked feet propped up on the bed, chair dangling on two legs.

"Is traffic in LA really that bad?" Eddie asked, eyes fixed on the TV. Richie made a noncommittal sound. "I hope it's not. I'm gonna hate it if it is."

Richie choked on his pudding and the chair wobbled from his racking coughs. Eddie watched him in silence while he recovered from his coughing fit.

"You⎯" Richie cleared his throat before he continued. "You planning a trip to LA that I don't know about Eds? You aren’t even back in New York and you’re already thinking about visiting little ol' me?"

Eddie bit on his bottom lip. He averted his eyes, focusing on the blanket instead of Richie. "I'm not going back to New York."

Richie's eyes widened. "Oh okay, cool. I don't think your wife will like that a lot though⎯"

"She's not my wife anymore." Eddie said and if Richie had been eating his pudding then he surely would've choked again. "I mean she still is, at least until the divorce is finalized." He glanced at Richie and his confused expression. "I called her a few days ago when you were getting us food, it was⎯ ugly but it needed to be done. I couldn't go back to her. I also called my lawyer and he's taking care of all the paperwork. I quit my job too."

"Woah, your risk analyst job? How could you Eds?" Richie teased, but it was a half hearted attempt. He was too focused on what Eddie had said he did, what it meant.

"Fuck off man." Eddie said with no bite. "I guess there's no point in me going back to New York now. There's nothing left for me there."

"And there is in LA?" Richie asked, voice coming out more vulnerable than he would've liked.

Eddie's eyes finally met his and Richie felt a shiver run down his spine at the intensity behind his stare. "I hope so." He said and Richie had been at a loss of words. And just like that they had agreed that Eddie would be leaving Derry with Richie and as a single man, no less.

Three weeks later, Eddie was cleared to go. Richie picked him up, car already loaded with both their things, accepted the hugs from Grace and Nancy, and their instructions on how to take care of Eddie and helped him to the car.

Leaving Derry for a second time felt different but he thought that had more to do with Eddie sitting next to him in the car. It made Richie feel hopeful for the first time in a long time. They drove by the kissing bridge and Richie promised himself that someday he would tell Eddie about what he had carved there, back when they were kids. If he were brave, like Eddie, he would pull over and show it to him right then but he was afraid that it would send Eddie running away from him.

For a mildly accomplished stand-up comedian Richie's apartment in LA wasn't that big. It had only one room and a couch in the small living room. Richie gave Eddie the bed of course, even if the doctor had cleared him he was still recovering, taking the couch for himself.

He would wake up with a crick in his neck more often than not, but he would also wake up to the smell of coffee and the sight of Eddie fucking Kaspbrak sauntering around his apartment in just boxers and a shirt, picking up Richie's mess and berating him about it and that made it all worth it. Eddie was alive and he was there with him. Spending his nights on the couch was a small price to pay in return.

Richie's job was on hold for the moment. His manager was already mad at him for bailing on him mid-tour and he simply sighed when Richie called to tell him he needed some time off. He used that time to help Eddie get a job of his own, after he claimed he was going crazy spending his days cupped up in Richie's apartment. Luckily it turned out that LA was as much of a death trap as New York was and companies still needed risk analysts.

Two weeks after they arrived in LA, Richie woke up from a nightmare to see Eddie hovering over him next to the couch, a worried expression on his face.

"Eds? What⎯ what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that, you were screaming." Eddie said, sitting on a small space on the couch.

"Really?"

Eddie nodded, his hand finding Richie's and holding it over the blanket. "Yeah, you⎯ you called my name. I thought you were awake and came here to yell at you for waking me up but I saw you were thrashing around⎯ crying."

Richie noticed then that his face was wet and that his throat hurt, probably from screaming. He didn't remember the nightmare properly but he didn't need to, he knew he had been dreaming about the moment It hurt Eddie and everything that came after that.

"Shit. I'm sorry for waking you Eds."

Eddie shook his head. "It's okay. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Fuck no. I'm alright really." Richie said with a tight lipped smile. "You can go back to sleep."

Eddie hesitated, eyes darting to the bedroom door. His grip on Richie's hand tightened. "This couch⎯" He said, squirming where he sat. "It's really uncomfortable."

"It's not that bad."

"Your bed it's a lot better. I'm sure we can both fit in." Eddie said, not meeting Richie's eyes.

"Uh. You want me to sleep with you?"

Eddie blushed and Richie guessed that if he could see himself he would see his cheeks flaring up too. "I'm just saying⎯ you can't be comfortable here especially if you're going to thrash around like that. And if you get another nightmare I'll just kick you awake. It's more convenient than walking all the way here."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

Eddie stood up, still holding Richie's hand and dragged him to the room.

They climbed into the bed in silence, each keeping to their side. Eddie shifted, his foot hitting Richie's leg. Richie let out a laugh. "Hey no feeling up the merchandise Eds. At least buy me dinner first."

He could practically hear Eddie rolling his eyes and he let out a snort. "Bite me asshole."

Richie dove forward, biting Eddie's arm playfully while he tried to push him away, both of them laughing and just like that the tension was gone and they were both able to fall asleep.

The following night, while they got ready for bed Richie was going over a few questions in his head. Was last night a one time thing? Or was this their new sleeping arrangement?

But again Richie didn't have to ask the question for Eddie to give him the answer. He stood in the doorway of the room, staring at Richie. "Are you coming or what?"

Richie didn't need to be told twice.

Once in the bed, Eddie scooted over and wrapped himself around Richie without a word, leaving him gaping at the ceiling like a fish, his hands hovering nervously. Richie was scared to touch him and hurt him, his wound had healed but he couldn't help but remember when it had been a gaping hole in the middle of his chest.

As if reading his mind Eddie muttered, "I'm not going to break asshole. I'm not some porcelain doll."

"You would make one pretty doll." Richie said, hesitantly wrapping his arms around him. The position felt awfully intimate. Richie cleared his throat. "Uh Eds?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

Eddie shrugged, not letting go of Richie. "You move too much, it's fucking annoying. Besides if I'm here, touching you maybe you won't dream I'm dead."

"I don't⎯"

Eddie lifted his head, propping it up on Richie's chest to stare at him. "I know okay? I've heard you screaming my name, remember? It doesn't take a lot to figure it out."

"You were always too smart for your own good." Richie said with a shy smile.

"And you were always too slow." Eddie said before he was leaning forward and kissing Richie, with so much force that he pushed his head into the mattress. For a moment, Richie was completely blindsided. Then instinct kicked in and he was kissing him back. He whined against Eddie's lips and he felt almost embarrassed by how pathetic he was, almost sobbing at the feeling of Eddie's lips against him. Eddie's hands weaved into Richie's hair and Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist firmly but carefully, enjoying the feeling of Eddie on top of him, close to him.

Their position became uncomfortable for Eddie though and they broke apart, already panting heavily like a couple of teenagers kissing for the first time. Richie could only stare at Eddie with the most dumbstruck expression ever. "Fuck."

Eddie let out a huff of air. "Not tonight." He said and Richie felt something hot and fizzy bubbling in his lower abdomen. "Goodnight Rich."

"Yeah. Goodnight Eds."

He didn't have nightmares that night.

Or the night after that. Or the one after that.

Two months after they arrived in LA, three months since they had reunited in Derry, Richie was walking back to his apartment, their apartment when he walked by a jewelry store, making an impulsive decision and going in.

He walked out two hours later with a small box in his pocket. He made it back to the apartment later than he intended to and Eddie was already back from work by then. He was cooking dinner, still wearing his suit, no jacket and tie undone. Richie stared for a moment ⎯ogled, really⎯ before Eddie noticed him.

"There you are. Where the fuck have you been? I thought we were going out."

"Sorry Eds I got distracted in town." He said. "How was work?"

"If I tell you will you pretend to fall asleep again?" Eddie said, raising an eyebrow at Richie.

He snorted. "Probably."

"Fuck you man." He snarked but then he asked Richie if he wanted food and Richie almost died at the domesticity of it all.

Richie said yes and they carried their bowls to the living room, sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. Real Housewives of Beverly Hills was playing and Richie took it as a sign. He didn't pay attention to it, instead thinking about the last time they had watched it together, when Eddie talked about coming to LA with him. A lot had changed since then, in just a couple of months. And Richie was about to shake things up even more.

Eddie finished eating before Richie, mostly because he wasn't distracted by what he was about to do. Still he grabbed Eddie's bowl and his own and placed them on the coffee table, feeling Eddie's eyes on the back of his neck.

He didn't turn to look at him right away, needing to gather his thoughts without Eddie being able to see his face⎯ to see how nervous he was.

They had made it this far only because of Eddie. He was the one who divorced his wife, quit his job, abandoned his life in New York to come to LA with Richie and then he had made the first move.

Now it was Richie's turn. This was a question he would need to ask if he wanted to get an answer. There was no getting around that this time.

"Rich? Are you okay?"

Taking a deep breath Richie turned around to face Eddie. "I have to tell you something and I need you to keep quiet until I'm done⎯ I know that's hard for you Eds but I really need you to listen to me."

Eddie frowned, Richie could tell he wanted to argue but stopped himself, nodding instead. "Okay."

"Okay." Richie repeated and grabbed Eddie's hand. "Okay. Eddie I love you. I’m in love with you. I've⎯ I've been in love with you my entire life." He said, seeing Eddie's eyes widen. Not giving him a chance to cut in and before he could lose his nerve he continued. "I might have forgotten about you for a while but the moment I saw you in that fucking restaurant, I was so gone man. I didn't remember shit then, except for the way I used to feel about you, the way you made me feel. Eddie you were my favorite person in the world. I loved you even before I knew what it was like to love someone so much. I carved our initials in the fucking kissing bridge when I was only thirteen for fuck's sake! Even when I didn't remember you I knew there was something missing, you were missing. I met people, I dated some but I never felt about them the way I felt- feel about you."

"That day in the sewers, I thought⎯ I almost lost you, Eddie and all I kept thinking about was that I never got to tell you any of this and then you survived and woke up and I still didn't tell you because I was scared. And then you⎯ you beautiful brave man⎯ you read my mind and you left your life for me and you came here with me and you kissed me and⎯ fuck, I love you so fucking much. I need you to know that. And I know we've technically been together for only two months but fuck, Eddie I've known you my entire life, almost four decades now and I've loved you for just as long and I know I want to love you for however long I live." Richie paused, he hadn't realized he was crying until then, feeling tears streaking down his face, voice coming out watery and shaky. Eddie was staring at him in awe and through his blurry vision and fogged up glasses, Richie could see he was crying too. He let go of Eddie's hand to reach into his pocket for the little box and knelt in front of the couch, in front of Eddie.

"I don't know if this is the right time or if I should wait but I don’t fucking care, I don’t want to wait any longer. There's no one else for me, Eddie. If you had died in that cavern, my life would've ended right there with yours. And I know that's a fucked up thing to say in the middle of a proposal⎯" He let out a shaky laugh and Eddie snorted even though his face was blotchy and red. Richie opened the box and heard Eddie gasp. "I love you, Eds. I want to marry you. I want to invite Bev and Ben and Mike and Bill and throw a big gay wedding just for you and dance with you and kiss you in front of everyone and make them jealous that I managed to snatch you up. I want to be your husband and I want⎯"

"Jesus christ Richie just ask the fucking question!" Eddie snapped but he was laughing and crying at the same time, just like Richie.

"Alright yeah. You actually lasted more than I thought you would without talking." Richie said and before Eddie could hit him, he took a deep breath. "Eddie, Eds, my love, the cutest, bravest man on the planet, will you please marry me?"

Instead of answering Eddie threw his arms around Richie's neck, toppling them over into the floor. Richie landed on his back, with Eddie on top of him, kissing him.

"Is that a yes?" Richie asked against his lips.

"That's⎯" A kiss. "A⎯" Another kiss. "Motherfucking⎯" And another one. "Yes⎯" One final kiss, Eddie pulling back to smile at Richie. "Asshole."

Richie laughed, feeling his heart bubbling up with love and happiness. "Funny that you should bring up motherfucking. You should know I'm gonna have to divorce your mom before I can marry you."

Eddie groaned, dropping his head on Richie's chest. "You had to ruin it."

"Hey! You ruined it first when you interrupted my heartfelt proposal!"

"You wouldn't stop talking!"

"I was sharing my feelings! I have a lot! Almost forty years worthy of them."

Eddie lifted his head, he stared down at Richie with an adoring expression. "I know. I have them too." He said. "I've loved you for just as long Rich." Richie's smile could only be described as blinding. "Now give me my ring."

Richie chuckled, sliding the ring on Eddie's finger. He studied it with a soft smile, rolling it around until his eyes caught the small inscription.

R+E.

"Is this⎯" He looked up at Richie. "You said you carved our initials⎯"

Richie nodded, interlacing their fingers together. "I wanted to show it to you, when we were leaving town but I wasn't ready. When I was a kid, before leaving Derry I would walk by and see it and for a moment I would let myself think that this was possible. And now it is. I thought it was a nice touch."

"You fucking sap." Eddie said, shaking his head but his voice was thick with emotion.

"What can I say? I'm getting mushy in my old age. Someday you will too."

"I'm older than you asshole." He said rolling his eyes, Richie simply smiled. Eddie smiled back. "We need to get you one too. A ring, with that same inscription."

Richie nodded solemnly, then let out a bark of laughter. "Oh man, we're so fucking disgusting."

Eddie laughed along with him. "We really are but after all we've been through I think we deserve to be as mushy and disgusting as we want."

"Damn right we do."

They simply stared at each other for a moment. Richie still lying on the floor, Eddie straddling him until Richie realized there was something digging into his hip. "Not that I don't love you on top of me Eds but my back is killing me."

"Oh my god! I guess you really are getting old." Eddie said with a snort but abandoned his spot on Richie's lap.

"Fuck you man."

"Help me clean up and we can make that happen."

Richie spluttered, bouncing to his feet in one movement that his back protested to loudly, but he paid it no mind. They cleaned up in record time and Richie dragged Eddie to their room. They fell on the bed already kissing and then Eddie showed Richie just how much he loved him with a lot less words than him but just as much emotion.

Later while they laid there, tangled up together, they both played with the ring on Eddie's finger, smiling every time their eyes settled on the small inscription.

"You know I would've gotten down on one knee for you too, right Rich?" Eddie said, placing a sweet kiss on Richie's chest.

"I know Eds." Richie said and smirked even though Eddie couldn't see him. "I like you more when you're down on two knees though, if you catch my drift."

Eddie swatted at his chest but he was laughing. "You're lucky I fucking love you, you asshole."

Richie's arms tightened around Eddie, sighing happily and closing his eyes. "Yeah Eds. I really fucking am."

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stilinskijedi011 · 4 years

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I Did It!

Pairing: Adult!Richie Tozier x Reader

Warnings: Death/Gore/Swearing

Summary: In the final fight against Pennywise, you die just after saving Richie from the deadlights.

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Your POV:

Everyone had been separated because of Pennywise. I’m standing alone in a dark, rocky tunnel, a metal stick in my hand. I close my eyes, attempting to calm myself down. Come on Y/N, this has to be a trick. IT’s just fucking with your mind.

I feel a hand touch my shoulder. My eyes shoot open and I turn around, pointing the stick out in front of me.

“Woah Y/N, it’s just me!” Eddie exclaims, holding his hands up in surrender. Holy shit, I could have killed him!

Before I get the chance to say anything, his expression becomes one of shock and fear. I turn around to face what he’s looking at. IT caught Richie in the deadlights. I have to do something.

“Eddie, stay here. I’m gonna go and save Richie.” I start. Eddie seems reluctant but nods. I pull a locket out of my pocket, the one Richie gave me as kids. “Take this. If I don’t make it out alive, please, give it to Richie for me.”

“Okay... Please just... be careful, okay?” He asks. I laugh slightly, gripping the metal stick in my hand.

“Aren’t I always?”

I turn around, making my way to the exit. I look down at the metal stick, gripping it tightly. This kills monsters, if you believe it does. If you believe it does.

It’s now or never. For Richie.

“Beep beep motherfucker!”

I launch the stick straight into IT’s mouth, causing it to shudder. Richie falls to the ground and I instantly run over to him. I smile, sitting in front of him.

“Richie! I did it!” I exclaim. He looks up at me, a soft and warm smile on his face. We both slowly start to lean in but before we can get any further, I feel an excruciating sharp pain in my stomach.

I look down to see a sharp claw has pierced straight through me. Tears prick at me eyes and I feel blood flowing through the wound and down the side of my mouth.

“Richie?”

He goes to grab me but before he gets the chance to, Pennwise tosses me across the rocky area. I tumble down a rocky slope, my back hitting the ground, causing even more pain to rack my body.

After a few seconds, the losers all make their way down to me, Richie being the first to make it to my side. Richie takes my cold body into his arms, pulling me to rest in his embrace.

“No, no Y/N! Stay awake! Stay the fuck awake you hear me?!”

I slowly nod, letting out a cry of pain. My breathing becomes uneven and tears roll down my eyes.

“We have to get Y/N out of here!”

Everyone agrees and Richie looks down at me.

“This is gonna hurt but you have to trust me okay?” He asks me.

I nod and he places his arms under my back and legs. He picks me up, carrying me towards the exit. However, just before we get there, Pennywise stops us in our tracks.

“Oh you’re not getting out of here! Y/N’s not getting out of here... not alive anyway!” Pennywise ominously laughs. Richie pulls me into his chest, holding me close to him.

We all crouch down behind a large rock and Richie gently lowers me down to the floor. I rest against the rock, my eyes starting to become heavy.

“No Y/N! Stay awake! Please... I love you...”

He loves me. Richie fucking Tozier loves me!

I gather as much strength as I possibly can, reaching out to Richie and pulling him towards me. We share a passionate but desperate kiss, knowing that I might not make it out alive.

“Go Richie. Go kill that fucking clown...” I trail off, wiping away his tears with my hand. He nods, standing up.

“I’ll come back for you Y/N, I promise. Just stay awake!”

I offer a weak smile, watching him walk away to help the others. My eye lids become heavy and I fell the life draining from my body.

“I love you Richie...” I weakly whisper.

My eyes finally close, the darkness engulfing me.

Richie’s POV:

We finally defeated Pennywise and we could finally be free. Suddenly, I remember that I left Y/N behind that rock.

“Y/N!”

We all run over to Y/N to only see their lifeless body.

“Y/N, please wake up. We defeated IT!” I shout shaking Y/N’s cold body.

“Y/N? Y/N please! Get up! We have to leave!”

Nothing. Y/N’s lifeless body will be an image that will haunt me forever. I feel someone drag me away from Y/N’s body.

“Richie, we have to go!” Eddie shouts, pulling me with them. I struggle to break free and the other losers also help pull me away.

We rush out, knowing there is nothing we could do for Y/N now.

When we make it to the outside, the sun glares down on us. I scream Y/N’s name as the crackhead house collapses in on itself.

“Y/N!”

Mike and Ben hold me back as I scream. I break down and fall to the ground.

TIME SKIP

We’re all at the quarry and I sit on a rock, not feeling like joining the others. Eddie sits next to me, pulling something out of his pocket.

“Y/N wanted you to have this...” He trails off, handing me a small object.

It’s the locket I got Y/N all those years ago. I open it, looking at the small picture of the two of us when we were 13.

Tears start to roll down my eyes again. One by one, the losers come in for a group hug.

Y/N will be gone... but never forgotten.

#richie imagine #richie tozier #richie x reader #adult richie #it imagine #it chapter two #it #bill hader #imagines #sad imagines #imagine

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reddie-fangirl24 · 4 years

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Ghost (A Reddie Fanfiction)

“Please, stop screaming! I’m not gonna hurt you! You aren’t even supposed to see me!” Eddie flung his arms in front of Richie who fell over on his couch in his dressing room. Shoving a hand to cover his friend’s mouth, Eddie’s ghostly hand only went right through Richie’s body. It got Richie to calm down a bit.

“E-Eddie...” Richie’s voice squeaked. He wasn’t sure about whether to be terrified or excited to see the man who died in his arms during their final battle with Pennywise. Richie would never forget that horrific day as long as he lived.

Before Eddie could say anything else, Richie’s manager walked into the room. “Rich, what the hell was with all the screaming, man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

The men glanced at each other for a second. “Uh... yeah, I saw a mouse.”

“A mouse?” he asked, turning his brow up at him.

“Yeah, it was a big hairy mouse and it freaked me out! I’ll tell the story in my act,” Richie flashed a nervous grin as he got up from the couch to lean against the table. It mostly to hide his shaking legs.

“Oh, you’re sure that you’re okay?” he asked again.

“Never been better! Now can you leave me alone?” Richie delivered a little tersely.

His manager frowned again before closing the door behind him. Finally, Richie took a breath. His whole body was shivering. His legs felt like jello, barely able to stand. “E-Eddie... no no, I drank too much bourbon!” he shook his head, closing his eyes. It wasn’t there. It wasn’t there, it wasn’t- wait, what was he saying? He wanted this here!

“Of course you drank too much bourbon!” Eddie chided him. “You drink close to four bottles per day! Enough to call yourself an alcoholic!”

Richie wiped a hand over his head which was dripping with sweat. “Yup, you’re Eddie alright.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah.”

“So... you’re a ghost?” What else was Richie to say?

“Uh-huh.”

Richie laughed a bit. “Don’t you think this is a bit ironic seeing how you never believed in ghosts?”

“I believe in everything after Pennywise,” Eddie confessed, dipping his head to the floor.

Richie shut his eyes as if he were reliving the nightmare. “Oh, that fucker...”

“You gotta let me go, man,” Eddie said to him.

“What?”

“I know that you blame yourself for what happened.”

“No, no, I don’t want to talk about this!” Richie covered his ears walking to the other side of the room. Too bad it was small.

“Then who else are you going to talk to?” Eddie bellowed. One thing he didn’t have to worry about being a ghost was how loud he was.

“How long have you been spying on me?” Richie asked.

“Six months. It’s December. Didn’t Mike ask you to come to Florida to celebrate Christmas at his new place?”

Eddie laughed. “Wow, you spy on everyone?”

“I’m serious, Rich! I know its tough. Believe me, it has been tough for me, too. But you’re the only one who is alone. And that’s horrible!”

Richie stared at the man. At least he no longer had that disgusting bloody wound right in the middle of his chest. Nor the gash in his cheek. That was just awful to look at. Even in his nightmares, Richie woke up in a cold sweat and ran to the bathroom. Leaving Derry after the second confrontation with Pennywise was tough and yet he couldn’t wait to leave and never return to the hellhole.

“You shouldn’t have been killed,” Richie murmured in this low voice. It never mattered how terrible Richie mumbled. Eddie heard him no matter what.

“NObody should have been killed.” Eddie corrected him.

“I saw you get killed!”

“What?”

“When the fuckin’ clown had me in those deadlights or whatever they were, I saw him k-kill you and then I didn’t even do a thing about it when it actually happened! I let you fuckin’ die!” Richie screamed a painful cry. In seconds the tears came pouring out, making Eddie jump. “And then I left you alone when you needed me! You were alone! You didn’t deserve that! And then we left you in that dump!”

Ghosts couldn’t cry. Eddie wanted to though. “Rich...”

“I loved you!”

The only sound heard was the awaiting audience behind closed doors.

Eddie pointed at him. “You...”

“Yeah!” Richie answered him nodding his head. His eyes were pretty big.

“Wow.” That was all Eddie could say.

“Just needed you to know that. God, it’s so stupid!”

Eddie walked up to him, touching his shoulder. It was strange how some moments his hand would go right through objects and sometimes they didn’t.“No, it’s not!”

“Yeah, it is!”

“It’s not crazy!”

“And how do you know?” Richie challenged him. It’s just like when they were kids.

Oh, how was he going to come out and say this? “‘Cause-”

Richie’s eyes grew at what Eddie was indicating. “You?”

“Yup!” Eddie nodded quickly.

“Love?”

“Yes!”

Richie pointed at himself. “Me?”

“Yeah!”

Richie grabbed his stomach. “Oh, jeez!”

“You’re not going to be sick are you?” Even though he was a ghost, Eddie still backed away from Richie.

“Good chance...” Richie grasped the table and hovered over the wastebasket for a moment. Luckily, nothing happened.

There was a knock at the door. “Five minutes, Mr. Tozier!”

“Yeah, thanks!” Richie called out. How was he going to perform like this?

Eddie approached him. “Listen, Richie, it’s never too late. I want you to be happy. I swear I will haunt you if you don’t get with it. You know, I died saving you. Nothing means more to me than that. Please, live your life.”

Richie smiled crookedly. “Whatever gets you to stop lecturing at me.”

They didn’t have much time. Richie took one last look at the man who he always joked around within his childhood. The man who he felt in love with.

“So, where are you off to now?” Richie asked him.

Eddie shrugged. “Don’t know. I have to get used to this ghost thing. Maybe I’ll go to Paris.”

“Yeah, you could spook everyone on the Eiffel Tower!” Richie laughed.

Another knock at the door. “Richie, it’s time!”

Richie’s heart fell into his stomach. This was going to be hard. Feeling the tears stinging at his eyes, a hand fell on his shoulder. Eddie stared at him with that encouraging look that he always loved.

“I’ll always be with you, man.” And before he evaporated into thin air, the ghost kissed him.

#Reddie #It Chapter 2 #It Movie #IT #It Fanfiction #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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russian-romanova · 4 years

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nothing to fear

title: nothing to fear

pairing: adult!bill denbrough

word count: 2.1K

warnings: adult language, frightening images and scenes, spider-pennywise (ew),

notes: my memory is still choppy when it comes to chapter two. i promise absolutely no perfection down there, but I tried my absolute hardest to get everything correct! hope this is what you were looking for anon. :)

request: “May I request a Bill x reader fic that has Bill rescuing the reader from Pennywise maybe using her fears against her? (It doesn’t matter what the fear is) and I do think it’s more fitting as adults considering what happened in the second movie, but it’s also fine if it’s written with them being younger.”

summary: requested. no matter how prepared you thought you were for the second battle with pennywise, you can never really be ready to confront your worst fear.

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When you had confronted Pennywise for the first time, twenty-seven years ago, you thought you were as terrified as you would ever be. You were wrong.

In fact, the first thing you remembered when you got the call from Mike was that four-letter word, the one that made your chest tighten up and your heart quicken. Fear; the absolute fear of facing Pennywise on his own turf. You remembered how terrified you had been, but how Bill had taken charge over the group and it had turned into a good sort of fear, the kind that empowered you. That was the sort of fear that It hated because it gave you and the seven other losers an advantage. If you weren’t scared out of your wits, even if there was just that little smudge of hope in you, then you could take down Pennywise.

And you had, at least for a good chunk of time. For twenty-seven years Pennywise had stayed down, but then It came back. It came back, and Mike Hanlon had called all of you and told you to come back to Derry, and all of you but Stanley had obeyed. You obeyed because you knew you had to, and you stayed because Mike had a plan.

A plan that, up until about five minutes ago, seemed to be working out perfectly.

He called it the Ritual of Chüd, and you had all been ready and willing to give it a try. You all had to sacrifice something of meaning from your childhood for it to work, although you were admittedly fuzzy on why that would work. You had brought an old diary of yours from the time, which you had filled with secrets and stories. That diary was surely the only way you hadn’t gone crazy after the whole Pennywise encounter, allowing yourself to pour the emotions you felt into its pages.

Everyone else had added in their items and Mike declared you had to all hold hands. He was nervous, you could tell by his rushed words. You had all complied, and began to all repeat ‘turn the light into darkness’ as the deadlights appeared. It had been working, like some overdue miracle, and you had more hope than you ever had.

With your horrible luck, you should have known it wouldn’t work. If anything, it had only seemed to draw an extra scary Pennywise nearer to your group, and now you were running for your lives. Bill had been standing next to you, and you had both grabbed for each other’s hands. If it had been any other occasion, you would have likely stopped and thought it over, read more into the action. It wasn’t some other occasion, however, and you focused primarily on not letting go and running for your lives.

You were close to blushing in Bill’s grip despite the running part. The two of you had always been shy around the other as children, but you had brushed it off as teenage awkwardness. It wasn’t until you had returned that you realized you had loved Bill, truly loved him, even as children. The two of you had only grown closer in the time since you returned, and you certainly weren’t complaining. You had silently sworn to yourself that if you made it out of this hellhole, you would finally tell him.

Bill had thankfully led the way, following the twists and turns as you shouted about Pennywise behind you. He had emerged as if he was now part spider, with half a dozen shiny, hard legs that were clicking behind your group as you slowly divided. Mike ducked behind a large object as Richie and Eddie split off. Bev and Ben did the same, and you felt yourself practically leaning forwards as you tried to run even faster. Wordlessly, Bill had led the two of you to a narrow hiding spot, and you broke apart and rolled inside. You could barely hear the menacing snap of Its jaws behind you, but felt the rush of air that accompanied the motion. Everything was dark in here, you realized as you blinked a few times. Everything was dark, and then it suddenly wasn’t.

For the longest part of your life, you had been deathly afraid of heights. This had lurked in the back of your mind the whole time you had been back in Derry because you knew that It would remember that. One memory in specific seemed to bring the fear forward -- one where you and your dad had been working on the roof of your house. You were sure that your mom wouldn’t have let you up there, but she was at work and your dad hadn’t seen the harm in it. He should have, which was a fact he would realize the moment your feet slipped and you slid down the roof and fell off the house. You had a broken bone or two, but the doctors had praised your young age for the lack of permanent damage. What they hadn’t discovered was how terrified you were that the falling sensation would happen again.

You were there again now. Upon opening your eyes, you had been greeted by the bright sunlight and the feeling of cold stone against your back. You were up on the roof again, with your back pressed against the chimney. You were balanced near the top of the roof, where your feet seemed to have a temporarily decent grip. If your eyes fell to either side of you, the ground greeted you below. Slowly turning your head to the left, you noticed how far down the ground seemed. Was it really this far or was this some sort of trick?

A trick, that’s what this must be. Your left foot slid along a shingle and you pushed yourself back up, pressing your back up against the wall as best you could. This wasn’t real, just as none of it usually was. This was some stupid trick, compliments of Pennywise, and all you had to do was realize it wasn’t real and you’d wake up. You would wake up and none of it would be real, you would be safe at home with your alarm going off, and it would have all been a dream.

“Scared you’re going to fall?” A voice floated from the other corner of the roof, and you pulled your eyes away from the taunting ground. Across from you stood the creature you wanted the see least of all, and It was grinning at you. You could feel your eyes widen and your breath hitch in your throat. “Oh, don’t worry. Your bones’ll bounce back.” You were only vaguely aware that this is what the doctor had told your worried parents after you had fallen. “They’ll bounce right back.”

None of his words were comforting. “This isn’t real, there’s nothing to fear,” You repeated your mantra out loud, frozen. Pennywise took a step closer. You slid a foot to the side, but it only attempted to slide with your trailing. Regaining yourself, you realized that this roof wasn’t going to hold you as well as a real roof would. This was It’s turf, after all, and now you were playing by It’s rules.

“Bill!” You called out, hoping that he would hear you from whatever unconscious state you had fallen into.

“Bill can’t come to the phone right now,” Pennywise answered. “He has his own fears, his own anguish.” He took another step in your direction. “Nowhere for you to go but down, down, down.”

You tried to stabilize your breathing, anxiously replying, “Fuck you.” There had to be some other way out of here anyway. You whipped your head to either side, looking for what you were missing. There must be some way out of here that wasn’t falling. There always was, right?

Pennywise advanced, and you felt a hand brush against yours from the opposite side of the chimney. A frightening noise came out of your mouth as you attempted to move it out of reach of the other hand while maintaining grip.

The hand found yours again but was accompanied by a voice this time around. “Y/N. Heh-heh-hey, it’s Buh-Bill.”

“Bill,” Your voice came out in a relieved sigh. “Are you okay?”

He ignored your question. “Cuh-can you move around? There’s a luh-luh-ladder over he-here.”

An attempt to move only brought your foot slipping again. “No, I can’t. I can’t move, Bill.”

“You’ve got it. It’s oh-okay,” Bill’s hand tightened around yours. “If y-y-you slip I’ve guh-got you.”

From his grip spread warmth and confidence. Taking advantage of the burst of adrenaline, you slowly began to move across the roof, feet taking small steps and your arms remained outstretched. Not even daring to look towards Pennywise, you inched your way across the roof until both your feet were slanted. The ground was certainly unnaturally far away, you realized as you glanced down. The sight made you dizzy. “Duh-don’t look duh-duh-down,” Bill added, and you realized that you could see him out of the corner of your eye. His hair was a little messy, and his eyes seemed more tired than they had before. It was a comforting sight none the less.

You were almost there when your feet finally did slip. You had been doing amazingly well considering the few attempts you had previously tried had been nothing short of pitiful. It seemed perhaps due that your feet finally did slip, but Bill kept his promise. Somehow stable, his other hand shot out to grab your arm and he pulled you forward.

The action seemed to do it, and the bright sun from on your roof turned into the dim lighting of the cave. “Holy shit,” You breathed after a moment. “Holy shit.”

“Are yuh-yuh-you okay?” Bill answered.

“Where the fuck did you even come from?” You asked him, your voice coming out in a realized chuckle.

“I don’t nuh-know.” His hands moved to grab onto your arms tighter. “I was in muh-my buh-basement, and th-th-then I was there.”

You stood in silence for a moment, catching your breath. “Thank you,” You said finally. Quickly, you moved in for a dark kiss. Easily, you had found his lips and you felt his grip tighten and then relax. In the hectic grey of the storm, this was your yellow moment of happiness.

Silently, you pulled away. In the dark lighting, it was hard to make out Bill’s expression but he seemed pleased enough. You were smiling at him, although you were sure he couldn’t see it either.

“Should we go kill that fucker?” You asked in a whisper. ‘How romantic,’ you found your inner voice commenting.

“Oh-okay,” The shadow of Bill’s head moved up and down in a nod. “Cuh-cuh-can we guh-go out f-f-for dinner or suh-something after?” The words came out despite the situation.

“Okay,” You repeated. With a renewed confidence, you retook Bill’s hand in yours and turned around. If you could do that, you could do anything.

extra note: ahhh this is so little, :( it also totally veers off from what actually happens. my memory sucks ass sometimes, and the only transcript i could find was very shifty and unclear. i’m sorry this took so long to get out anon! i hope it satisfied your needs. :)

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #bill #denbrough #it #it chapter 2 #pennywise #it 2017 #request #james mcavoy #he is so pretty #:)

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kaspbrak-tozier-reddie · 5 years

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You Engraved This? AU

Bear with me, I don’t usually do this sort of thing with ships. I do skip a bit 😂

Requests open

Trigger Warnings: swear, mentions of blood, death, homophobia.

Spoilers

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As Richie goes out in search for his token, he walked past the old arcade, that is now boarded up. “Oh no.” Richie muttered to himself. He knew what would happen as soon as he would enter the grime old place, he would relive the moment that deterred him away from arcades forever.

The door creaked open and sure enough he was suffocated by the dust and cobwebs that covered the interior.

His mind filled in the blanks.

A reasonably cute, dirty blonde haired boy was playing Street Fighter and Richie had basically asked him out in a friendly manner. Except the boy was a homophobe and took Richie’s kind gesture the wrong way. Not only that but he was cousin to Henry Bowers.

“It’s not real.” Adult Richie said to himself imagining far more than he bargained for. He saw the scene happen right in front of him as if he were in a 3D film. But Pennywise didn’t want to stop.

Richie grabs the gaming token and heads out to the giant statue. And there sat Pennywise on the shoulder of lumberjack statue. “I know your secret.” Pennywise tormented, just like he did 27 years ago.

Richie badly wanted to scream to the supernatural being (that was obviously not there) that he loved Eddie, no longer caring, but nothing came out. He knew that the town was just as homophobic as it was when he was a kid. He knew he would be shamed, even as an adult.

The fear came back, he wanted to leave but he couldn’t leave the Losers especially Eddie. So he went back to the inn with the intention with taking a roadtrip with his best friend and leaving the hell hole that Derry was.

****

The Losers Club enter the entry of the sewers. “Is that rope still safe?” Bev asked.

“Only one way to find out.” Mike said. Fear crept onto everyone but the adults pushed it aside. They needed to be brave so that their fear didn’t make them vulnerable to Pennywise.

Mike went down first with Richie heading down last. Richie looked directly atEddie as soon as his feet touched the ground. The hidden fear in Eddie’s eyes made his heart ache. He reached for Eddie’s hand but instantly chickened out.

Eddie was married, to a woman! Dammit Richard, get your shit together

But then he felt someone grab his hand, he looked down and sure enough it was Eddie’s. “I don’t remember there being this much water.” Ben said. Richie and Eddie pulled their hands away.

“It flooded years ago.” Mike replied. The 6 of them started swimming towards the pile of junk that sat in the middle of the sewer. They all had made it onto the wood pile except Bev. She disappeared from the surface and immediately the losers dived back in to sesrch for her. All but Eddie, that is.

He had a horrible feeling that one of them was gonna die. He wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen in that lair. “Right, down we go.” Mike said. One by one they went down.Eddie hesitated, he felt Richie grab his arm, stopping him.

“You’re braver than you think Eds.” Richie had said to the other man.

“He’s right Eddie. And this, this arrow. If you believe, you can kill any monster.” Beverly said handing him the arrow. Eddie nodded, he took a deep breath and followed to two into Pennywise’s home.

It was gloomy, slimy and claustrophobic. It was an unsettling place. It was like a visual representation of Pennywise’s personality.

Cold, grim and creepy.

Mike led them to where they were going to do the ritual. “Everyone got their tokens?” Mike asked, the rest of them nodded. One by one they threw their objects in.

Richie wanted to be beside Eddie. He saw the fear that Eddie trued to conceal. He wanted to comfort him. “Is that from the arcade?” Eddie asked Richie.

“Huh? Oh uh, yeah.” Richie replied tossing the small coin into the metal bin.

“It’s not going to burn!”

“It will when it meets your fucking inhaler!”

“It still won’t burn.”

“There are chemicals in that inhaler, Eduardo!”

“Guys, this is not the time to fight each other!” Bev yelled.

“Sh-sh-she’s right, guys.” Bill backed Bev up.

After they threw Stan’s token, the shower cap, the next step of the ritual began.

That’s when Mike screams for them to shut their eyes.

Fear crept onto the group of adults but Richie felt a deeper fear. He didn’t want to die without telling Eddie. Heaven forbid! If Eddie died, Richie didn’t want Eddie to leave him without him knowing how Richie truely felt.

That’s when a red balloon appeared in the centre of the circle. The Losers scrambled away from the growing balloon. Richie and Eddie immediately went for each other.

“Wanna tell them why the ritual didn’t work, Mike?” Pennywise chuckled.

Mike was quiet, he knew why but he couldn’t bring himself to see the disappointment on their faces.

“Wanna play truth or dare Richie?” Pennywise tried again. “Wanna tell them your dirty little secret?”

The cogs in Richie’s mind starred turning faster and faster until he couldn’t contain his anger he needed to do something but fear crept onto him.

He did the thing that they all agreed not to do.

He made himself vulnerable.

****

During the fight, Richie and Eddie found themselves running in a dark tunnel. The two men came to a halt as they found themseves in frint of 3 doors with words written in blood. “‘Scary’, ‘not scary’, ‘very scary’?” Richie read out loud. He gingerly walked towards the ‘Very Scary’ door. He gripped Eddie’s wrist a little tighter as they opened the door.

As the door creaked opened, the two were faced with a closet and half a torso. With a scream they slammed the door. “‘Not Scary’?” Eddie asked.

“Why not.” Richie replied. They ran to the final door.

They were met with a ginger fluff ball. “Awe.” The two exclaimed simultaneously. They started obsessing over the small fluffy animal, telling it how cute it was. In the process, completely ignoring the sound of IT’s extension that was coming towards them.

“Sit!” Richie commanded. The small Pomeranian sat. “Good boy.”

The scraping of the sharp extension drew closer but the men were still caught up in the dog.

But alas! It was too good too be true, the dog turned out to be a monster. Much to Richie’s disappointment.

They regained their breath from running and Richie announced, “when we get outta here, we’re adopting a dog!”

Richie miraculously finds the strength and picks up a reasonably large rock, thinking that he could distract Pennywise from his friends. “Yipee Kayay Motherfu-“ Richie screamed before he was caught in the deadlights.

****

It was white for a split second before Richie saw a vision. It was sort of clear, everything had fuzzy edges though.

He was in IT’s lair only brighter. He saw all his friends screaming at the creature, attempting to belittle the creature. But he couldn’t see Eddie or himself , he tried to move but he was stuck, he turned his head to the right and sure enough there was Eddie, bleeding from his abdomen and Richie holding the wound.

He wondered how Eddie ended up in that position. Sure enough, Pennywise took him 5 minites earlier.

He saw himself get saved by Eddie but what shocked him was that he watched himself kissing Eddie. But just as they come apart, Eddie is impaled.

Richie watched as Eddie’s blood was spurted onto his clothes and face (glasses included). He watched himsef cry out in agony.

If he ever made it out of the deadlights, his mission was to keep Eddie from the psychotic clown and tell him how he feels!

****

“Huh?” Richie regained consciousness, he saw his best friend and life long crush, hovering over him. “Oh my God! Eddie!” He hugged him but that was over within a second.

That’s when he remembered what he just saw in the desdlights. He pulled Eddie away, hiding in the cave they were just in. “I saved you!” Eddie screamed excitedly. Eddie’s excitement disappeared when he looked at Richie’s concerned face. “What did you see in the deadlights?”

“You getting impaled. Wasn’t going to let that happen.” Richie replied hesitantly. That’s when he saw the fear in Eddie’s eyes and he knew he’d start hyperventilating shortly. “Focus on me okay. Block out any fear.” Richie handed Eddie the spare inhaler that he took from Eddie’s bag before they left the inn.

****

“We should go before we’re arrested for destruction.” Bill said, everyone snapped their heads towards the previous ringleader. “What?”

“You didn’t stutter once.” Richie said.

“You said that the last time, before we defeated IT as kids.” Eddie pointed to Richie. They all laughed.

It was like 27 years earlier. Heading towards the Quarry to hang out. The nostalgia that they felt as they walked the route but something told them that they would not forget each other this time. They were no longer afraid of the things that Pennywise feasted upon. Their bond was even stronger than it was back when they were kids.

As the group was nearing the entrance to the Quarry. Richie said, “We’ll meet you at the Quarry. I’ve got to show Eds something.” He pulled Eddie a little further up the road towards the kissing bridge.

“Richard?” Eddie question Richie as he saw Richie finishing off a carving. There was half a faint ‘E’ written beside an obvious ‘R’. “When did you start this engraving?”

It would’ve been clear to anyone walking past that the ‘R’ and the ‘+’ looked as though they had been carved decades ago.

“When Bowers caught me checking out his cousin and called me a fag in front of the whole arcade. Oh and that was right before my encounter with Pennywise and his worse rendition of what Bowers said.” Richie replied. “I realised they were both right. I just didn’t want to believe I was gay, especially with being in a town like Derry.”

“I’m proud of you, opening up about your sexuality. But, um, you liked me when we were 13?!”

“Thanks and uh yeah I did, still do.” Richie gulped and muttered to himself, “In fact, I think it might be love now.”

“You hesitated before when I asked so I could only assume there’s more.” Eddie took a breath. “What else did you see in the deadlights?”

Richie sighed heavily and braced himself.

“I uh, I kissed you and Pennywise. He uh, he took the opportunity to kill you. Well actually, he made it a slow death.” Richie choked on his spit and tried to fight the tears. “I couldn’t let that happen. You’re my best friend, even if we didn’t remember each other for 27 years. You’re still my best friend Eds.”

“Let’s head back to the others.”

A cloud of disappointment hovered above Richie as they walked back towards the Quarry.

I knew I shouldn’t have told him. I’m an idiot! He’s married. Dammit Richie!!

He ducked under the fence and ran toward the cliff, jumping into the gross water below. Eddie followed after him.

He completely ignored Eddie, not wanting to wait for him before swimming over to the others sitting on the bank.

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Eddie looked at the tall dark haired man. It was clear that Richie was upset, he was hunched over and didn’t care that his glasses were almost off his nose. He felt bad for dismissing Richie’s admission of love. He didn’t mean to, it was just too much.

But he started putting the pieces together, starting back from that Summer. Not only did Richie go to him when his parents were giving him a harsh time or when he couldn’t sleep. It was that particular day at the clubhouse.

The day when Eddie sat in the hammock with him because Richie refused to move. Richie clearly did that on purpose, not to mention his hand on his leg.

He thinked back to every single action of Richie’s but more importantly his own. Eddie knew he liked guys, that was no lie, but his mother made him marry Myra.

Eddie couldn’t pinpoint the day but he remembered when he bought Richie an icecream. He loved hugging and cuddling with Richie at 3am. He had always thought Richie was hot, even if he annoyed the shit outta him.

Eddie gasped loudly, catching the attention of every loser. Richie even looked up. “What?” Bev asked. Not wanting to face the others, Eddie looked down to avoid eye contact.

“I liked you too, Richie, I, uh, I still do.” Eddie said.

“Eds don’t – ” Richie began.

“Don’t call me Eds.” Eddie stated. “I didn’t want to admit it. But those cuddles we shared as kids, the egging you on was because I wanted your attention asshole!”

“The ‘I fucked your mom’ jokes were to get you attention!” Richie exclaimed.

“You’re both oblivious! We’ve known for years!” Bill yelled.

Ben and Beverly laughed and swam away, Mike and Bill then left, leaving Riche with Eddie. Eddie waded through the shallow water towards Richie.

“What will you do about Myra?” Richie asked.

“I’m divorcing her. I never loved her. Mom forced me to date her when I came out.” Eddie admitted. “Said, I was sick and that Myra would help.”

“I know I offered it to you once before we graduate high school and you said no but, come with me back to Cali.”

Eddie smiled and nodded, he kissed Richie. “I would love that, boyfriend. Oh and we can even adopt a pomeranian.” Richie laughed and kissed his boyfriend again.

“Boyfriend?” Richie giggled.

“We waited long enough, eh?” The two laughed.

#reddie #richie x eddie #eddie x richie #benverly #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #stanley uris #IT chapter 1 #IT chapter 2 #kaspbrak tozier reddie

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theotherbloodfart · 5 years

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Hey there! I love your blog and the way you write IT. I was wondering if you'd do a fic where he reunites with a victim he knew as a child. Maybe she wasn't afraid of him so there was nothing in it for him? Idk i just, am really in love with this idea and would love to see ypu bring it to life

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Yes I'm shamelessly killing 2 birds with one stone lol. This is also a part one. Wrote this to Falling Down by The Deadlights

The child stumbles in the darkness. She is long past screaming. For days she has wandered in the sewers. Lost. Missing. Her hunger has ebbed her to trembling weakness. And, although she thirsts, she cannot bring herself to drink the grey water she hobbles thru. Her little fingers trace shapes in the slimy walls of the pipeline as she walks along. She has long grown accustomed to the stench of this place, her watering eyes already nearly swollen closed from crying. And she doesn’t realize……. She is being watched.

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It slathers hungry foam into the water below It’s jaws. This child is practically salting herself! For days It has watched her. For days It has restrained Itself from consuming her. Possessed by an insectile curiosity, It has observed her reactions to this very literal and tangeable sensory deprivation. Has watched her sob for the light. Beg for her birth giver. Has slapped It’s knobby claws to It’s maw to stifle It’s delighted chitters.

This, It’s brutal and cruel experiment, this missing child crawling around in the pitch darkness of these sewers. It’s realm. Searching for hope. Searching for the light.

And she shall certainly find light. It snaps It’s fanged buck teeth into It’s knuckles, sniveling thru the droplets of blood which float into the nostrils of It’s button nose, relishing in the cracking sound of breaking bone, in a nearly vain attempt to silence It’s wicked joy. Oh yes. She shall find light. Deadlight. It scampers off, the sound of It splashing away making the child swoon with terror at its echoing liquid noise.

It feeds now. Sating It’s eternal hunger momentarily on a whelpling foolish enough to stray too far from his mother. These blithering mortals are nearly too easy. But that’s why It likes them so well! Easy pickings! It picks loose flesh and sinew from It’s fangs to chew on them again. So sweet! Luscious innocent fear! Yet It returns to her quickly. She is rarely alone in this darkness, tho it might very well be better for her if she was. It feeds off of her terror, slurping and suckling off the raw emotion which peppers the air. Until one day……. The fear is gone.

It hisses and twists in the grey water of It’s abode as she passes mere meters away. Where has the fear gone? No more sweet pristine fear is this emotion. Only hollow coldness. The thing has finally given up. Such a shame. It supposes It must eat the thing now. No more fun. Can’t have the thing stumbling out into the world. Can’t have the thing recovering to live out its pathetic existence. Such a waste! But perhaps a few more drops of succulent fear can be wrung from the thing.

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A tiny light appears before her. She rubs her eyes with her grubby fingers before looking upon it fully. It buzzes and bips along… like a firefly. She should feel joy. Relief even. But even in her child’s mind she knows this cannot be so. Does not trust this. Yet follows anyway. This tiny light draws her onward, she stumbles over debris in the water and nearly falls, yet clambers upright and continues onward. Reaching out, supplicating with her hands. She doesn’t realize she’s out of the water until the tiny light fades away. She cries again, waterless thirsty sobs. Until she realizes she is no longer in complete darkness. There is a light, dim but sure, drifting down from a source far above.

Her eyes widen and her little mouth parts in dumb joy. She slowly makes her way into the vast room. There is a massive pile of old discarded objects in the middle of this place.

The next thing she sees makes her freeze. There are people floating! They appear to be sleeping. He childish mind wonders if this is what happens when one dreams. Does she float as she sleeps?

The sound of tiny tinkling bells brings her eyes to a large wagon. The paint on the side is faded but she can barely make out the letters. She spells it and sounds it out as she approaches it.

“P. E. N. N. Y. W. I. S. E. Penny. Wisey.”

“Very good, Ellie.” The sing song voice makes her jerk around. There standing spotless among the refuse, is a clown. Not like any clown she’s ever seen before tho. Lanky and thin, crouched on one knee, his hands folded primly on his upraised knee. He is dressed in a silver costume very much like the very old dolls she had seen in an antique store once. His eyes are the most brilliant periwinkle blue she has ever seen. They shine from his white painted face, nestled above cherub like cheeks. His red lips are parted in the most unusual smile she has ever seen. The lower lip droops almost in a u shape.

She laughs, claps her hands delightedly and runs to him. His smile fades for the briefest of moments before immediately righting itself. He holds his arms open to her approach as if waiting for a hug.

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It allows her embrace, not returning it, merely draping It’s arms around her as she cries into It’s neck ruff. Where the fuck is her fear? It knows children are trained from birth to avoid strangers. And It’s favorite form is garish even for a stranger. And yet this tiny thing radiates…… not fear……. Something else. Something It has never felt from a human. It has scented this before. It has scented this from the creatures prostrate at their houses of worship where they supplicate some nameless thing. Some ancient deity in the stars. Foolish.

And yet this emotion radiating from this tiny human is……. Flattering…… it feels pride. A different pride than the paltry smattering after a kill. This…… this is heady. ‘She thinks I am a god.’ It chitters and shakes It’s head, causing It’s bells to jingle and spittle to drizzle into her hair.

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Ellie pulls back arms length from him.

“You’re not a clown are you.” It was a statement rather than a question. “You saved me. Are you my guardian angel?” He hisses in barely repressed laughter.

“Hardly child. But I shall be your friend if you wish?” He places his massive gloved hands on her shoulders and turns her to face the wagon. He then places his chin on her shoulder, making his sightline only a little higher than hers. His soft ginger hair tickles her ear. Raising a silk finger he points at the letters and says the words slowly.

“Pennywise The Dancing Clown.”

When she turns to him again his eyes are glowing golden orbs, one still looking at the wagon, and the other focusing on her eyes.

“Your eyes are pretty Mr Pennywise.” This makes the straying eye snap to hers as well. He tilts his head, looking down at her.

He jerks and snorts from some internal struggle, his face losing its solidity for a moment before righting itself. Lines of spit drip onto his neck ruff.

“Are you hungry too? I….. I don’t have any food. I’m sorry.” Her face lowers.

He uses a hooked gloved finger to tip her face back up.

“Noooooooooo.” He freezes. Much too long, his irises wandering outwards before refocusing. “But I bet you are, aren’t you Ellie?”

Her stomach growls loudly as she nods. He stands stiffly lifting her as well. Lifting her high to sit on his shoulders. She can not possibly know that this was because this entity knows It will devour her if she remains in line with It’s mouth.

They are silent as he walks her out of the sewers and into daylight, before setting her gently near the edge of the barrens where It knows that an adult will soon find her.

“Aren’t you coming too Mr Pennywise?” Her eyes are soulful.

“I’m afraid not Ellie. I am an angel of the sewers unfortunately. But here. Take a little Token to remember your friend Pennywise by won’t you?” He proffers a large red balloon. She takes it and smiles up at him before turning to walk away.

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“You visit ole Pennywise any time!” It’s hold on this town, and a quick sweep of the mind of the whelpling's father tells It that as soon as the girl is returned they shall be leaving Derry.

It feels inner confusion and rage at It’s own actions. It had released a perfectly good meal! No matter. It waves a hand in a huff before slinking back into the sewer.

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freekshow17 · 4 years

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First (posted) Reddie/Losers fic

Criticism welcomed be gentle

Words - 4K+

… “You’re braver than you think” Richie finishes his speech to Eddie, giving Eddie the needed courage to continue down with the rest of the losers to fight this damn clown one last and final time.

“Na- Now remember, he plays with us. Don’t let him fool you! Non- none of us are a- alone” Bill reminds everyone as all the losers head down in the pit of Its lair. Mike starts the ritual, explaining every step of the way what to do. Each loser takes their turn throwing in their relic from that first summer they tried to defeat It. “This is a token from the arcade.” Richie says, leaving out the part about Pennywise appearing as he collected it, calling him out for his Dirty Little Secret. Eddie complains about how long the token will take to burn, Richie retorts with how bad of an idea the inhaler was. Within seconds the clown has appeared, and just like before, Pennywise succeeds at separating us. Bev back in the school bathroom, Ben being buried alive in the fort he built for the losers. Bill is back in his basement facing dead Georgie, and his younger self. Eddie and Richie are together, facing the same three doors Bill and Richie did as children. All the losers fight to find their way back to each other, back to the real battleground to take their stand against Pennywise. It knows their fears, fears they won’t even admit to themselves. He knows this battle is different than the last. He is not fighting children but grown adults. These adults as children damn near ended him for good. It knew if he wanted to last another 27 years, he needed to attack with all he had and in ways they wouldn’t even think of. “Bill. Bill look at me” a familiar voice, only to Bill, is calling to him “You’re not here Audra. You’re NOT here!” Bill closes his eyes to try and make the image disappear, he feels a soft warm hand caress his cheek. “Bill, I need you to come home. I miss you. You won’t make it out of here alive Bill.” Bill can’t help but open his eyes. He sees his wife standing in front of him. Bill knows this clown can disguise himself as anything, but she even smelt like her. “Bill, please. I know I’m not Beverly, and I can never be her for you. I know she’s what you really want. I never realized how much we looked alike until I got down here. You only married me for her, didn’t you? Do you even love me Bill?” a tear rolls down Bills cheek. “Oo-of cor-cor-course I-I Do!” his stutter hasn’t been this bad since that summer they first came down here. “You married me because you couldn’t have her? Didn’t you!” Bill shakes his head viciously “No!” Bill remembers as a child having a crush on Beverly Marsh and seeing them in the same room now, he can see the resemblance, but he loves Audra, and Audra is not this full of jealousy. “Au-Audra, I lo-love you.” She stands blankly in front of Bill “Then leave with me. Now.” This is the clown! “No!” Bill yells as he shoves Audra to the ground. “Bill! I, I think I’m hurt.” She tries to turn but a piece of wood is stuck in her side “Bill, I’m bleeding. Look what you did.” Usually, if it were the clown, it would have changed back after being injured, but this was still Audra. “Audra!” Bill runs toward her reaching out to lift her up as their fingers meet Audras hands turn into the claws from the clown Bill is shoved to the side, just being missed by Pennywise’s teeth. Mike takes the hit instead, though just a graze compared to what would have landed on Bill. “It’s not her!” Bill hears as he goes flying and Mike rolls next to him. “it’s not her Bill. You know that! Don’t let him get you.” Beverly and ben are trying to find things to attack it with. “Bevy. Bev-er-ly!” the clown is taunting her. “shut up you dumbass clown. You don’t scare me.” Bev says without looking away from the ground for sharp objects to pelt the monster with. “Bev.” She looks up and sees Ben in the grips of It. “Oh Bevy, you should have listened to your old man. No man will ever love you like he did. Not even FAT BOY!” Bev is frozen in fear, she wants to save Ben but doesn’t want him to get hurt. “Let him go! Let him go!” is all she can say “Bevy. Come to daddy.” The sound of her father’s voice echoes from behind her, sending a chill down her spine. “You’re dead.” She says as she turns to face him. “And so is that filthy pig boy you were going to let touch you.” Her father points behind her and Pennywise smiles. “So easy” the clown says with a giddy voice. “You get distracted so easy Beverly. You always were a daddy’s girl.” Bens lifeless body lies limp in the clowns grip, a chunk missing out of his side, exposing his ribs. Pennywise licks the blood dripping off of Ben. “So salty. You did this Bevy. All because daddy was more important than your new love. NOW HE’S DEAD.” Bev drops to her knees in tears, how could she let herself get so distracted how could she let Ben die? Bev, she hears an old echo of Ben’s voice. “Run, run while you can, before I EAT YOU TOO!” Bev, it’s not real. Listen Bev, come back to me. You did it once before come on! Bev can hear the sound of Ben’s voice, but she just saw his lifeless body, which reality does she believe? Bev stands up. “That’s not Ben.” The clown looks puzzled as he lifts his head from his continued meal of Ben’s body. “Nooo?” he asks curiously? “Take a closer look!” he throws Ben’s body at her landing right in front of her, the chunk missing from his side exposed his ribs cartilage hung from the bones. His hip was now expose as well, and the back-left half of his head, exposing his brain. Beverly cringed at the possibility of it being real, but she refused to believe it “No! it’s not him, and your mind games are failing you worse than they did 27 years ago!” the clown shrinks slightly, letting off a concerned quiver. “Ben!” Beverly closes her eyes trying to find her way back, when she feels to strong arms grab her shoulders “You’re back!” Ben wraps her in a hug. “I thought he had you for a second” Ben adds “Beverly buries her face into his chest gripping his side to make sure it was still there “Yeah, you too.” She steps back to look at him, making sure it is really him and not another trick. The corners of Ben’s mouth curves up “So that’s what you’re afraid of huh? Me being like the rest?” She shakes her head. “No, I know you could never. But I’m afraid I won’t know how to love you back, and I’ll lose you because of it.” Bens grin grows, showing his teeth and closing his eyes to take in the woman he loves. “Bev, I’ve waited 27 years, you have no idea the patience I have.” They both laugh, but reality sets in and they turn back to their friends. Mike is still helping Bill, as Bill can’t shake that Audra would ever think that way. The four of them make eye contact from across the room and meet up in the middle. “You okay?” Ben asks Bill “Yeah, I will be. Thanks to Mike.” Mike nods and places a hand on Bills shoulder “Don’t mention it buddy. At least, not till we’re all out of here.” All four of them nod in agreement. Ben and Bev share a look, they know they love each other and need to make it out so they can show it. “Where’s Richie?” Bill asks looking around. Eddie’s voice can be heard in the distance. “Richie! I got’em, I think I killed it for real this time!” They all share a look then run in the direction of Eddie’s voice. They all reach the scene just in time to see the clown spear Eddie through the chest as he lays over top of Richie. “It’s not real! It can’t be real!” Ben yells in anger. “It’s not! Look!” Bev points in the distance. The clown had Eddie locked in his deadlights, the real Eddie was suspended in the air eyes a solid bright white. He was bleeding, but only from his nose and the hole in his cheek from Bowers. Richie was lying on the ground “Richie.” Fake Eddie says Richie’s name with such sadness. “Eddie.” Richie replies. Had the other losers not seen real Eddie suspended in the air they would have thought it was real too. Bill and Mike run to save real Eddie and Bev and Ben run to Richie to try and snap him out of it. Pennywise is focused on his task at hand, destroying Richie, he was not looking to any of the other losers. “Rich! Come on man it’s not real. Eddie is fine!” Ben tries to yell into Richie’s ear to bring him back. Fake Eddie falls to the ground off of Its claw. Richie runs to Eddies side “Eddie!” he places his hand against Eddie’s cheek. “Rich, I have to tell you something.” Ben and Bev try to get closer, but the clown has realized they are there. Smashing his claw in front of them, forcing sharp spikes to appear in front of them “You saved each other, you can’t save this one. His secret will kill you ALL” Ben throws a piece of rock at the clown. “You can’t have him! Just like you can’t have US!” Pennywise laughs mocking “You can’t have him, like you can’t have us. FOOL. I already have you, you just taste better when your riddled with sadness along with fear.” Ben stares at Pennywise, he won’t this thing believe he fears it any longer, not when his friends are in danger. Without breaking eye contact he yells for Mike and Bill “Boys! You gotta get a move on over there!” Meanwhile Richie is still with Eddies dying body. “what is it Eds?” Eddie looks Richie in the eyes “I fucked your mom.” Richie knows he’s making the joke to try and make him laugh but Richie can’t laugh as he loses the love of his life, especially before he knows he loves him. Richie tries to muster the courage to tell him, at least before he dies, that he’s gay, and in love with the man dying in front of him. Mike and Bill finally get Eddie down, his eyes are still locked in the deadlights. “what do we do?!” Mike yells to Bill “Wh-what got Bev back?” they both remember the kiss then look to each other and know neither of them will be the one to bring him back. As far as they knew, no one could, not even his wife. They carry Eddie over to Ben and Bev “What do we do?” Bill asks. It’s in that moment Ben figures it out. Bill saw Audra, he hurt his true love and that was his biggest fear, Bevs fear was not being able to show her love for the person she desperately wanted to. Richie was seeing Eddie die. Eddie was his key. “We gotta get Richie out of it, they can only save each other. We’re fucked without them.” Ben and Bill run to Richie’s side. “Come on Rich, we gotta get the clown, we got to get the clown to save Eddie” Richie stands as fake Eddie closes his eyes, the rage boiling inside him he turns to the clown. Mike and Bev make their way toward the clown “Bev, hitting him isn’t the only way to make him feel small.” Bev and Mike start to berate the clown, still throwing things at him as they try to tear him down, Ben, Bill, and Richie make their way into the pack. The Losers, down two, make do with the five of them. Standing together screaming about the absence of fear, and how weak the clown is. “You’re a sloppy bitch!” Richie adds in. The clown tries at first to turn into the things they fear most, to use their nightmares against them. He cowered, defenselessly as he shrunk in size. It wasn’t long before it was all over. Richie still couldn’t tell the difference between worlds. Just because the clown was gone real Eddie was still in a daze, the deadlights were gone but Eddie himself was not back. Richie runs back to fake Eddie who is clearly dead. The losers try to pry him away from Eddie as all the walls fall in around them “I’m not leaving him!” Richie will be the death of them if they can’t get him away from imposter Eddie. “We got Eddie! We’ll carry him out. THIS ISN’T EDDIE!” Ben yells to Richie. Richie sees they don’t grab Eddie’s body and tries to run back; Mike and Bill pull Richie with them so they can all escape before everything crumbles around them. Ben and Bev make it out first, followed by Mike and Bill dragging Richie. “Noo!!!” Richie yells as he tries to claw his way back to the house. Richie drops to his knees in tears. “Rich.” Ben says softly, “I told you I wouldn’t leave him.” Richie turns in shock crawling over to Eddie’s body. “Eddie!” there’s no hole in his chest and now Richie realize what almost happened. His hidden love for Eddie was almost the death of all of his friends. “Eds.” Richie says again placing his hand back on to Eddie’s cheek as he always does. Ben softly explains “He was in the deadlights Rich. It had him caught in the deadlights so he could prey on your fear of losing him. Just like he made Bev see me dead, and Bill believing he hurt Audra.” Richie looks up at Ben with a puzzled look. Does he know? Do they all know? “Rich, remember when we were kids. Ben kisses me to bring me back?” Bev asks suggestively. “I… I can’t.” Richie replies with tears slowly streaming down his face. “Why?” they all ask in unison “That worked because you loved him back, Eddie doesn’t ... Eddie… It won’t work.” Ben grabs Richie’s shoulder turning him to be sure Richie was listening “When the clown was going after Bev, he didn’t completely stop me, he blocked me and tried to keep me away, but I was able to save her, and talk to her. But he had to make sure Eddie couldn’t get to you, make you see the true reality. There could only be one reason for that.” Bev leans in “What would it hurt to try?” Richie stares at both of them, then up to Bill and Mike. He wasn’t able to confess his love and sexuality on his own terms and that scared him more than the clown. He looks to them for more than just courage to kiss Eddie, but the acceptance, of them all knowing that is something he has wanted since they were younger. He found no judgment in his friend’s eyes. He found love, and hope, but some fear, fear that Richie couldn’t do it. Richie nods, he leans down over Eddie’s body staring at his face, the face he’s admired since a child. He closes his eyes and brings his lips gently against Eddie’s, lingering for just a moment, then pulling back. “Eds?” All the losers stare hoping for Eddie to come back. He doesn’t move. Richie’s shoulders drop in defeat. “NO! No, that’s not right. He loves you, you’re the key to bring him back” Bill yells as he steps away. Beverly looks to her newfound love “Ben, when it had me stuck, and I thought you were dying, you called to me, talked to me. Maybe, maybe that’s what Eddie needs.” Ben and Bev look back to Richie. “Talk to him Rich, tell him everything you’ve wanted to, but were too afraid to say out loud.” Bev says to Richie as she stands next to Ben “We’ll give you some space.” The four other losers make their way to the quarry to give Richie and Eddie time together, worst case scenario Eddie really is gone, and it’s Richie’s right to have time with him alone. Richie lifts Eddie’s head into his lap, “Eds, I have to tell you something… I love you. I’ve loved you for 27 years. When I said I threw up when Mike called? It wasn’t because of the clown… It was you Ed. I wasn’t sure I could see you again, knowing the danger we were going into. I wanted to tell you. I was going to, before we had to fight it. But, but you mentioned a wife. I figured that was my answer without having to out myself. There’s no reason to be out if the only guy I love wasn’t going to have me. You’re the only one I want Eds, the only one. And if you don’t come back right fucking now” Richie holds Eddie tight against him as he begins to cry. Eddie’s body twitches slightly, Richie pulls back because he’s not sure if it was his own shudder or really Eddie. Richie examines all of Eddies body hoping to see something, anything for hope. Eddie’s fingers twitch and his eyes blink. “Ed! Eddie! Hey buddy can you hear me?” Richie yells with excitement. Eddie is not fully back, but he is starting to respond. Richie gets an idea and it makes his entire face light up. “Okay baby, hang on.” Richie picks up Eddie and carries him to lovers bridge. It’s a long walk and Richie is exhausted, but he refuses to give you. The whole walk their Richie replays memories out loud for Eddie to hear “Remember when you said fuck germs just so we could share an ice cream, or when we shared the hammock, I’ve loved you since then buddy, I have. Remember, remember when I wanted to help your arm, but you didn’t want me to touch you.” Richie chuckles as he thinks back to little Eddie yelling “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME” it wasn’t funny in the moment, but it’s funny now. Richie gently places Eddie against the wooden railing next to a bunch of old carvings. “Okay.” Richie says taking a deep breath, “This, this isn’t something I ever planned to share with you unless I had the balls to admit I loved you, and you somehow reciprocated. I did this Ed.” Richie points as he reads it out loud “R+E I did this that summer Eds, I did this after I was scared away from the arcade, I knew it was true and I knew I loved you. No matter how much that clown scared me, you knowing and not loving me back, scared me more.” Richie stares at the faded carving, and pulls out a pocketknife to freshen it up, making it as deep as he can. “If you don’t wake up Eddie, just know I’ll always love you just as much as I always have. R+E” Richie finishes up fixing the E making it deep and prominent, as he brushes away the shavings, he feels something touch his arm. He looks down to see Eddie trying to reach for his arm. “Eddie!” Richie screams with excitement and reaches for Eddie, who winces in pain. “Rich.” Eddie says weakly. “What is it?” Rich asks “I… look.” Eddie tries to lift his arm to point but he falls short “The heart Rich.” Richie looks at the bridge “Yeah bud, there’s a lot of those.” Eddie huffs in exhaustion “With the R asshole.” Richie sees it as Eddie says it. “I loved you too. Still do.” Richie places his hand over the heart he starts to sob thinking of everything he almost lost. “Ya’know Eds. I thought your last words were going to be ‘I fucked you mom’ and that was going to suck.” Eddie half laughs “Well, one that wasn’t me, so it doesn’t count.” Richie smiles and says “Right, and what’s two then?” Eddie smiles leaning his head back against the bridge “Two. Two is I fucking love you idiot. Now kiss me.” Richie stares at him “Should... should I take my shirt off first?” Eddie starts to laugh but it’s painful “Sorry.” Richie says as he leans in to kiss the man he’s always loved. This time Eddie responds and presses his lips back against Richie’s. Richie pulls back to see Eddie smiling “How’s that for a first kiss.” Richie adverts his eyes “Actually… it’s our second. I tried to do the Ben thing, but it didn’t work.” Eddie looks confused so Richie explains “Maybe it was because I was supposed to kiss your mouth not your-“ Eddie interrupts him “You didn’t?!” Richie laughs “Of course not! I barely had the balls to kiss you in front of everyone.” Eddie is confused again “Wait, in front of everyone?” Richie nods “Yeah, apparently Ben knew we were both gay the whole time, him and Bev were trying to convince me you would survive if I kissed you.” Eddie looks concerned “What about Mike and Bill?” Richie smiles “Nothing but support from all the losers.” Eddie visibly becomes less tense, “That’s, that’s good… Where is everyone now?” Richie shrugs “well when the kiss didn’t work, we all figured you were dead, so they left me to be alone with you dead body.” Eddies fury comes to a head making Richie realize he really is back, alive, and almost well. “WHAT THE FUCK?! THEY WEREN’T GOING TO SAY GOODBYE!” Richie can’t help but laugh. “Let’s get you up so you can go yell at them in person.” Richie stands then leans down to scoop Eddie up from under his shoulder “Were you always this strong.” Eddie asks, “Only when I’m trying to show off.” Richie replies. Eddie smiles as they hold eye contact, he reaches up and kisses Richie again. Richie smiles into the kiss which makes Eddie smile, they are soon just standing teeth against teeth neither moving. “Come on baby, I want to show off my save to those losers.” Eddie smiles “I can’t believe they all know were gay.” They both laugh as they make their way to quarry. Richie approaches first “Hey guys.” He says flatly to his friends who are playing in the water. They all stop as they see him standing alone. “Rich...” Bev says devastatingly. Richie nods as if to answer all of their pending questions “So turns out I’m gay.” They all half smile, knowing he only felt the need to tell them himself since they all already knew. “Rich-“ Bill starts but is interrupted by another man “Yeah, me too apparently.” Eddie comes from around a tree, bracing himself against it. All the losers are in shock “Eddie!” Ben yells and they all pile out of the water to greet the friend they thought they had lost. “Easy guys! He’s still hurt!” Richie says defensively. Eddie smiles at Richie with thankful eyes. Mike comes up to Richie, placing an arm around his shoulder “So when’s the wedding?” Richie laughs “After the divorce.” Mike walks over to hug Eddie and Richie trails behind. “To think we all almost died cause this guy was too chicken to say he loved me.” Eddie jokes “You’re kidding right? Guys he carved a heart into lovers bridge with an R in it years ago. R for Richie!” All the losers laugh and playfully mock Eddie as the two new lovers make eye contact again Eddie trying to look mad but it’s not working and Richie smiling ear to ear. “This is how this is gonna be Rich?” Eddie asks, trying to pretend to be annoyed but failing “You know it babe.” They smile at each other softly, knowing they didn’t just defeat the damn clown, but they defeated their biggest fears and because of it, get to have each other.

#reddie #the losers club #richie tozier #edward kaspbrak #richiexeddie #reddie fic

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Loser... 🥀

The Deadlights ✨ (Chapter 3)

Rains drops were slowly crashing against the glass one gray day of winter. Liz was looking outside the window whilst holding a small rag doll between her restless hands. She looked tired and disappointed and I was feeling worried and frustrated. It had been the third time we tried to get Liz pregnant and there was something getting in the way making it hard for her and extremely sad for me. We decided to take a break and visit some doctors in the meantime to find out what was going on with Liz.

After having the results Liz decided to quit to the idea of having a baby since the diagnosis wasn’t encouraging at all. Given her hormonal disorder since she was a teenager because of the hard training to be the best acrobat in the circus and the pressure her father put her under most of the time, Liz ended up developing a condition that made her ovaries less productive thus the signs of menopause, unfortunately, came early. It wasn’t a matter of life and death but that day I felt she left one part of her to die with those bad news. I could sense she was devastated and seeing her so down was killing me so I tried to find something to lift her spirits up and take her head off things, at least for a brief moment.

– Pack some stuff, Liz – I practically gave her an order–. Let’s go out for a couple of hours or days. We need to distract our minds for a little.

Liz looked at me puzzled but without objections. She understood me well and also knew my intentions were to taking her out of there before the burden of self-guilt grew bigger. She felt completely responsible and I wouldn’t let her carry that weight all alone. We had made a promise to be in good and bad moments, she needed me and I wanted to be there for her. We packed a few clothes and left without really knowing where to go, we just wanted to get as far as we could for a couple of days and clear our minds.

Winter was making its way to a new warm season again. The cold leftovers of the freezing season tasted better in the company of your loved ones and that was something I have just started to enjoy. Despite the ups and downs, Liz and I were happy and I had the job of keeping her that way so I thought that a little trip out of town will do us some good. We headed to the train station to take the first train to the neighboring town since we had heard that there was a particular food typical from it and also delicious.

The weak sunrays were barely heating and slowly hiding behind the trees. Night was an hour away and not so far the train was already announcing its arrival to the station with its loud whistle. The big iron machine stopped making a creaking noise on the rails and filling the air with its steaming engine and the heat coming from the coal boilers. People began gathering around us and pushing their way to each wagon’s door hurried to find a good place to sit. I surrounded Liz with my arm to protect her from inconsiderate men rushing to the gates. We showed our tickets to the guard standing next to the door, the man took a quick look at them and let us in. We walked through the narrow corridor until we found a nice place spot, I put our luggage up in the compartment meant for it and then I sat down next to Liz. She was sitting next to the window, and as soon as I put my hand on hers she instinctively grabbed it. Her grip was firm but gentle as the love she always liked to show me. I lend her my shoulder so she could rest her head; we still had a couple hours of travel ahead.

Without noticing I had fallen asleep in-between our talks. We were still holding hands but Liz was already awake when we got to Bridge Town. She stroked my cheek to wake me up.

– We are here, darling – she said with a wide smile.

We picked up our things and got out from the train. Night was falling and Liz proposed to spend the evening in the nearest motel, we would leave first thing in the morning. I walked to the reception desk and a young man addressed me quite politely. I asked him for the most comfortable room in the motel and put my signature on the sign-in sheet. The young man gave me the keys and explained me how to get to the room. I waved my hand to Liz to let her know that the paperwork has been done and we were good to go.

I unlocked the door, turned the lights on and put our luggage on the floor. The room was discretely decorated. There were a few mats geometrically scattered all over the wooden floor, a couple of candlesticks on the chiffonier and the nightstands and the bathroom was faultless. Liz got into it and then I heard her sigh in delight. I sat down on the bed and took my shoes off; the fire in the fireplace was shyly burning keeping the room warm. I took my suspenders off, pulled my shirt out, unbuttoned the shirt collar and lied down for a moment to rest my feet.

I was dozing carelessly when suddenly I felt something awkward yet quite pleasant at the height of my hips. I saw myself forced to wake up since the sensation was getting more and more intense. When I finally opened my eyes I found Liz on her knees giving me a delicious hand job. She had wrapped my length with her thin fingers and was pulling the skin all the way down what made me growl with pleasure. Liz successfully gave a boner in no time and when it got stiff as pole the pre cum began flowing out of the tip of my cock so shamelessly that Liz took it as a clear give away of my arousal. She then used her thumb to spread it and began licking and sucking in such a sloppy rhythm that pushed me almost to the edge. Skillfully and without leaving her place Liz finished taking my pants off, opened my legs wider and plunged her nails in my knees showing a complete determination in what she was doing. She played several minutes with her tongue giving me a hard time to control myself and avoid bursting like a volcano.

My will was getting weaker with each passing second and was slipping through my fingers like water, so I decided to act and fast. I thought that switching places would be nice so I threw my playful and naughty woman to bed; she landed on her belly and I took the chance to pull Liz’s nightdress up. She was already deliciously wet and that will definitely make things a lot easier for me. I tugged her black shimmering hair backwards and pressed my burning body against hers as she wrapped my hips with her legs granting me a deeper access. She made her grip tighter; I bit her earlobe and roughly squeezed her breasts with my hands shivering with passion. Her submissiveness was driving me insane and as her moans became louder my movements became faster until I finally released myself feeling tasty shivers running down my spine.

I lied down next to Liz all soaking wet and she began stroking my hair until I got completely relaxed. We remained in silence for a moment only hearing our breathing that was still erratic, she then got up and headed to the bathroom. I heard the water running and the splashing inside the bathtub. I fought so hard to not to fall asleep but I ended up dozing for some minutes again. After some minutes Liz woke me up with a soft kiss.

– Come join me – she said provocatively and disappeared behind the door.

An almost conscious naughty grin curled up my lips; I got up and followed her steps taking one piece of clothing at a time. Liz had already gotten into the bathtub and she was waiting for me whilst playing with her long charcoal hair. She made way for me to sit and once I got in front of her she came over me and sat down on my lap. Liz poured some water on my head and brushed my coper hair slowly with her fingers; her feline touch was gentle, smooth and intoxicating. Her index finger traced the slightly irregular line I had as a scar that crossed part of my forehead, my eye and ended up in the corner of my lips. Without seeing it coming she licked my mouth and bit my lips out of the blue which provoked an inevitable sexual reaction to it. I could tell Liz was feeling horny again and to be honest I wouldn’t ever deny myself to her basic instincts. My arousal grew even bigger when she started rubbing her pelvis against mine doing circular and sinuous movements. I could feel how the blood of my entire body was getting stuck in one particular spot making it hard.

– ¿Are you ready for your second act, my mischievous clown? – She grabbed my chin and fixed her eyes with mine.

Liz didn’t wait for me to answer a question that my body had already answered. She scratched my back and muffled my panting putting her breasts on my mouth; I hid my face between them feeling my woman’s heart beat increasing incredibly fast. After teasing me for some long minutes Liz finally grabbed my cock and sat down on it. She whispered so many dirty things in my ear that made me cum inside of her instantly. I was exhausted and hyperventilating as if my lungs had been ripped off of my chest. We stayed under the warm water catching our breath for a moment then we cleaned each other to finally go to bed.

Next day we left to have a long stroll around the unknown town without checking out yet. The day promised to be nice and sunny with some scattered clouds here and there. Liz was looking beautifully and she was irradiating happiness through every pore of her skin. Seeing her like that only made smile and feel calm. That was all I could ever want for her and her peacefulness meant so much to me that I intended to keep it that way.

We made a complete unguided tour and visited many stores. Liz was beyond excited and wanted to buy everything she saw but we limited ourselves to get some souvenirs and nothing more apart from the food we would take to the next trip. We had a long day ahead and we wanted to take advantage of every single minute. We rented a couple horses and began our way to a new adventure.

The public camping ground was almost half an hour away so the riding would be quite entertaining. We made it safely, handed over the horses to the man in charge of taking care of the animals and searched for a place to sit. There were many people visiting the place and lots of sellers offering their homemade products like jams, pies, cakes and drinks. Liz picked a wonderful spot next to a stream which sounds of the water constantly running made it really pleasant. I bought some fresh lemonade and joined Liz. We ate, drank and laughed mostly because of my silly jokes and anecdotes when I was just a boy. Not long after we finished our slices of cherry pie we lied down next to each other and stayed that way looking at the clouds in the sky. Liz held my hand and looked at me tenderly with that smile of hers that was impossible not to smile back.

It turned out to be a splendid day, full of really good things. We made our way back to the motel before it got dark, we would be taking the next train back to Derry that same day since we had some things to take care of at home and also because we considered that that day had been enough to change our vibes. We picked up our belongings and checked out. Our way to the train station wouldn’t be long since it wasn’t so far so we took our time. Once we arrived there I went to the buy the tickets and left Liz waiting in one of the benches outside, inside the station was getting crowded and uncomfortable. The thick glasses in the middle of his nose and his light blue eyes gave the old man behind the window selling the tickets a peaceful appearance yet he seemed to be annoyed and grumpy by the big amount of people gathered in the small lounge.

I cleared my way out of the buzzing place almost pushing people to a side. The train station clock showed nine o’clock and we should expect the train to arrive shortly. I sat down next to Liz who was fidgeting with a rag doll she had bought during the picnic. Soon the sound of the train approaching to the station got more and more close. “Just in time” I thought. I picked up our bags and pulled Liz closer to me but the second I let go of her it’s when I had that irksome feeling in the back of my head making my hairs stand on end. I discretely looked sideways, something was off. Was in that moment when someone standing behind me, with a dark voice, whispered in my ear:

– You took Elizabeth away from me, and if I can’t have her, – the voice became even darker– nobody will.

For a brief moment I was holding Liz’s hand and in the next she was falling into the train tracks. Everything happened so fast that I couldn’t get to move a muscle. The train couldn’t stop in time and when it did the screams filled the air. A blood drop reached out my right cheek and when I lowered my eyes I looked horrified that the tracks were all covered with it. My eyes went from one place to another trying to desperately find the person responsible but my heart skipped a beat making me collapse on my knees. A sharp pain crossed my chest and finally tears flooded my sockets until everything went blurry. The people around helped me stand up and get to the nearest bench; the old man who sold the tickets rushed to get me a glass of water and notified the police and also the guards in the station.

Back in Derry

Every corner of the house felt so empty. One day I had it all and then I was deserted and hollow. My world was falling apart with every passing minute and insanity was lurking in the shadows, waiting patiently. Light was long gone, dust was getting stuck in all the small ornaments Liz used to collect and the food was running out. I began drinking and stayed away from the sun thanks to the wood boards I nailed to the windows. Soon enough I cut myself off from the outside world and started to hate every sound coming from it. Everything was a constant reminder what my life with Liz used to be and not having her with me was already way too painful.

A week later without food, light and drowning in the lonely darkness, I decided to take my own life and end with all the suffering. I was exhausted and completely out of hope. I would have given anything just to say goodbye, to look at my wife’s eyes for one last time. Guilt, sorrow and emptiness were corroding me and it was more than I could possible handle. That night would be my last, I would finally meet Liz again and I was looking forward to doing so. A feeling of sweet relief was enveloping my heart whilst walking towards the well. The night sky was clear and the reflection of the moon down in the water was almost perfect. I looked down and let the tears flow while the rope around my neck got tighter. I sat down on the edge of the well, like Liz used to sit in those nights when she needed to meditate; I smiled bitterly and jumped into the void.

Whilst falling into the peach black hole of what seemed to be the guts of a beast from hell, I could see every moment I spent with my beloved wife, although we never got to get married, the feeling of being husband and wife was rightfully pure. I looked down one last time and then everything went black.

Silence…

The cold water filled my lungs quickly and the rope didn’t break my neck as I was counting on, it broke as soon as I hit the bottom of the well which left me slightly unconscious. There is when I saw them coming towards me. The three shiny dots began dancing around me blinding me with their light. The shinning became stronger and warm. I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable while I kept on sinking, but death never came. The end of my mortal body became the beginning of something else…

#pennys thoughts #pennywise #short story

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The Truth

Part Seven at last. I’m so excited.

“When Blackwood created his first child it was one that was loved dearly and yet denied a full birthright.

Blackwood has always been one to jealously guard what he felt belonged only to him. He tampered with the deadlights of his first child making it so not only would that child never be able to reach past a certain level of power but also all the descendants that would follow. Effectively stunting their ability and making so that none could ever come close to being his equal. This also left them vulnerable to that power escaping in other ways however, hence their fragility.”

Lethe frowned, staring at the blank space Bridgette had designated as being where her replacement was viewing from the future. A present moment to one and a memory to another. But if she wanted to right what the wrongs done to her and others was this not her chance?

“Blackwood is a liar, a cheat, a monster. He has sabotaged his own lineage so that none could ever oppose him. He has destroyed worlds and placed the blame on others just so he could reshape as he saw fit and collect the lost souls to keep on his own planet under the guise he was saving them. He has blamed me for this countless times. I am the Elder of the Lost, I collect what has been forgotten and left unsaid, I keep and protect those things but not consume. I know the darkest secrets even the void or the dead will not share, I hold the fringes and lost pieces of the universe and take what is left behind in the destruction of others, and I am very tired of being cast as the villain I am not.”

Bridgette nodded, “which is where Magpie comes in. She will have a power over fate that comes from you. An advantage over Blackwood. But she must not be afraid to reach for what she has always been owed. When she is brought back from the edges of death by the Elder of Creation himself that restraint over her deadlights will be weakened.”

The Jackal grinned at the possibilities, “and then?”

Bridgette smiled.

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There was a knock on the office door.

“Come in,” Canis Major grunted as he suffies over an object in his hands.

The door creaked open as Atlas shuffled inside. “You wanted to see me sir?”

Canis nodded, “I have an errand for you to run. Some time ago this letter was given to me by an old colleague. But it has your name on it, it was given to me with instructions not to pass it along to you until-“

The elder paused to check his pocket watch, “now.”

The elder passed Atlas an ancient envelope sealed in wax with the symbol of an eye stamped into it.

“Well go on,” Canis prompted, “open it.”

Atlas carefully broke the seal and read the letter inside. “It’s instructions to go to a location, sir.”

“Do you know how to find it?”

Atlas nodded, he was familiar with the place.

Canis Major nodded in kind before turning back to his desk. “Then I suggest you get going then.”

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Magpie burned.

She was aware that she was everywhere at once. Her body gone and dissolved to billions of shining particles. It was dark but she shined brightly. Magpie burned and the pain was immense, yet she seemed to have good beyond it.

She was also aware she was surrounded.

Lights, dozens of them, surrounded Magpie from all sides. But she didn’t feel threatened. If anything they felt familiar, sad but urging her to something. Like long lost family.

At her center was the source of the burning pain. Her small collection of deadlights had come together to form one massive one right over her heart. Magpie looked down in awe at what she could only describe as a star. But something dimmed that light. Thin lines criss crossing over it.

Chains.

She found herself engulfed in anger, Magpie had spent her whole life in chains. She wouldn’t stand for it anymore.

Around her the other lights brightened. Similar chains wrapping around them as well. Magpie knew she could not save them, but she could do something for herself.

Magpie took hold of the chains around her lights, and pulled.

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Lethe had finally broken free of her bindings and had tackled Blackwood to keep him from getting to what was Magpie. What was now in her place was a glowing mass of light. Swirling stardust that glistened like a billion tiny crystals. At its center was a glowing mass, several deadlights now clustered in one large form. There was the sound of something snapping. The glow of the lights intensified as Blackwood screamed in anger.

The star at the center of the room condensed. Dust coming together suddenly forming outstretched hands. Then arms, a body, an explosion of hair, and stitching of fabric.

Magpie stood in the center of the room. Gasping for air.

Blackwood had stilled, a mix of worry and uncertainty about him. Magpie took a step-

The ground shifted and buckled, plant life grew, and died, then grew again. Magpie stumbled with a weak cry. Stumbling again in surprise of hearing her own voice for the first time in so long.

“Aww!” The Jackal cooed with a laugh, “it’s like watching a newborn foal.”

“A foal with no control,” Blackwood frowned. “This is why the restrictions were in place, no one can handle this much power except-“

“Get off your high-horse,” Maggie snapped. The Jackal giggling behind her. “This is all your fault! If you hadn’t tried to restrict your family’s strength to begin with-“

“You know nothing tiny seer! Had I not been there to help you Magpie would have been lost for good! I brought her back, I tried to-“

“Y-you should have let me go.”

They all froze, turning to the raspy sound of Magpie’s unused voice.

“You... should have just let me go, I… I had accepted it. You’re… s-selfishness is b-born from greed…. A-at least Maggie’s was out of love.”

Magpie started a coughing fit. Gold dust coming from her mouth in puffs. “I… I’m here now,” she gasped. “But I’m here now ...and… and I think the p-people I care about deserve better.”

Magpie did her best to stand tall. Blackwood chuckling darkly as her squared his shoulders.

“Little Magpie you can barely speak, barely stand. Let me fix you and we can forget this whole thing ever happened.”

“...No.”

Blackwood arched his eyebrows in surprise, “no?”

Magpie grit her teeth, “I’m… I’m tired of being controlled by everyone else… but myself. I deserve better.”

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ooh i forgot to ask you but what did you think about chapter 2??

asdfghjkl i have Feelings™ and i’m making this public to see if other feels the same because rn i feel kinda lonely in my criticisms (anyway doron ily and feel free to dm me if you wanted this to be a private convo asdfghj). that said, i still really loved the movie as a whole, and i feel like it did hit the most important parts of the book in a mostly satisfying way. this answer is gonna be spoiler-heavy so like anyone reading this who doesn’t want spoilers can yeet themselves now.

starting with cons because i like saving the best things for last:

bev’s cycle of abuse storyline NEVER getting fully resolved. in the book tom has a super satisfying death and the movie completely ignored the entire thing. this felt messy/problematic as most abuse survivors will know that abusers tend to track their victims. knowing he’s still out there, if i were bev, would leave me forever nervous.

also bev’s being psychic from the deadlights (???) and saying they’ll all die if they don’t help is a moralistic cop out because it changes their basic motivations from love and goodness and light to just being scared they’re all going to die (meaning they didn’t fully conquer their fear or overcome it because they’d die anyway). (wouldn’t this also mean that richie became psychic after his run-in with the deadlights in the third act?? who knows because it wasn’t fleshed out any further)

eddie’s being used as comic relief. i laughed with everyone else when angel of the morning came on but like where’d it come from, y’all??? if anything paul bunyun should’ve been the comic relief scare.

mike’s parents being crackheads and dying in a fire (i know they did this in the first film too and it pissed me off just as much then). mike and his relationship with his father at his death bed was such a HUGE part of the book for me and they scrapped it completely for a racist trope AND robbed us of a black spot scene and the giant bird

barely anything of stan before he yeeted himself off the board. just like as a jew, i loved how the book handled the antisemitism of derry and the world at large. if handled correctly, it could’ve been super timely and relevant, but nope.

they left out don talking to the cops after adrian

henry bowers’s whole subplot was rushed and honestly could’ve been left out completely if they were just going to do it wrong like that

audra, where tf is audra

ALL THE CGI was laughable- mrs. kersh was honestly ruined for me with that last bit of cgi. it’s something that so easily could’ve been accomplished with practical effects (it’s basically the same makeup they could’ve copied from the bathtub scene in the shining), but this is a problem that’s pretty pervasive in the genre right now that andy falls into way too much

this is kind of a more arguable one, but leaving out the turtle and 'He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts’

amy adams not being cast over jessica chastain only because i really miss sharp objects and sofia/amy playing the same character

i also wish they’d gone into ben’s whole architect thing more and included how he’d subconsciously replicated part of the derry library in one of his buildings

the ending being so small in scale, like, the book had a bigger scope of the town and i missed that (also IT’s eggs)

i’m sure i have more but that feels like a lot so imma stop there

tldr; i have petty opinions on what they should’ve kept from the book and the look of the cgi

pros!!!

bill hader, BILL HADER, BILL HADER- an actor i’ve loved and believe in since his snl days a decade ago playing a character i’ve always related to and loved from a book i read a decade ago is more than i ever could’ve asked for and he stole the movie #hader2020

the expansion of richie’s sexuality. never explicit in the book, but a wonderfully worthwhile storyline in the film that hader and wolfhard both absolutely kill

THE BIRD PUZZLE !!!!

stan’s death being portrayed the way it was and not being used for shock value in the least!!! and andy bean in general!!!

xavier dolan as adrian was heartbreaking and he made me cry (people have mixed feelings about it being included in the movie but it’s important to recognize that it was based on a true story that largely inspired the book’s themes)

all the eddie x richie content… even 2 months ago i could never see this happening even though i’ve shipped it since i read the book and i’m still in shock tbh. the hammock scene was the cutest fucking thing i’ve ever seen in my entire life and i want it to play on my gravestone.

james ransone was perfect casting and i love him with all my heart, he played it perfectly and somehow made reddie mutual when the script didn’t make it fully clear

the scene transitions were gorgeous and almost made up for the shoddy cgi

STEPHEN KING’S CAMEO bitch give me $300

“ayooo silver away!!” being included

eddie getting stabbed in the face and still criticizing bower’s mullet and people still think he’s straight

the “here’s johnny” moment

tHE BRIDGE

the turtle in ben’s classroom !!!

richie’s going to temple for stan !!!

benverly endgame!!!

my favorite addition was honestly the pomeranian and richie and eddie fawning over it (dog dads au pls)

i could literally mention every loser’s interaction with each other but this post would get even longer so yeah no

kiss me, fatboy

beep beep richie even if it was only really once

beverly smashing the mirror when ben is being carved up isn’t talked about enough but i loved that moment

the losers not forgetting each other was a welcome change from the book for me personally and i’m glad to see a stephen king adaptation somehow make the ending lighter than the book’s

i feel like most of the pros have been touched on at length on this website so i don’t want to list anymore and end up being repetitive, but i did adore the movie and i think it’s unlikely anyone would’ve made a version that would satisfy me more so i’m really thankful we got what we got.

#answered #me using this as an excuse to rant obsessively lmao #julies-andrews #usershaysh #it chapter two spoilers #it19 #it spoilers #long post tw #horror #stephen king #personal

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enderrealms · 5 years

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Linking Hands, and Linking Hearts: a Reddie Fanfic

I’ll probably continue this! But right now, I leave this here. Be free!

((This is my version of a fix it fic that takes place after It 2 where they are able to get Eddie to the hospital and he lives and stuff))

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Richie Tozier was a fucking mess all around.

First, he threw up everywhere because of Mike’s god forsaken phone call. He didn’t even know why, at the time. First show in a while that he bombed, to nervous to do or say anything properly. So much for his confident reputation.

Then, he drove all the way down to the shithole town that he grew up in. Which he only realized just then. Just arriving in Derry stirred some memories right up. Some good, some not so much. Nothing too awful yet, except the looming fear and dread everyone felt.

And then he walked into the restaurant to see Eddie Kaspbrak standing right in front of him, and everything flooded back.

“Oh right. I’m gay,” he thought. That wasn’t a new one. He had been in the closet for as long as he could remember, which was even more time now that he had returned to Derry and everything had come back in patches. But when he saw Eddie, everything flew straight back into his mind. Including his huge crush on Eddie that was more love than crush.

Shit.

The dinner had gone well, joking and having fun with the other Losers. His heart skipped a beat whenever Eddie even so much as looked in his direction- fluttering when they arm wrestled, any time he made physical contact with Eddie motherfucking (que shitty “your mom” joke) Kasprak. But: Eddie was married. That was a shocker and a half, and though Richie never thought in a million years that Eddie could return any affection, it still stung.

Of course, when the fortune cookies came out, all hell broke loose.

He didn’t even want to think about that chaos, including the chaos of finding out about the murderous clown monster that they had to kill because they cut their fucking hands 27 years ago. And the sad chaos of finding out about Stan.

Stan. Stanley. Richie’s best friend as a kid (of course Eddie was that too, along with Bill, but Eddie was different, and though it was 27 years ago, and they were way over it, Richie still held some contempt for Bill over the fight they had then. So Stan.

But now Stan was gone, and everyone was devastated. They were all handling it in all sorts of ways, most of them drinking down their pain once they got straight to the hotel, but everyone was dealing with it. Stan would not be forgotten. They would not forget again.

The next day was a nightmare of course, going to the Neibolt shack and fighting the god forsaken clown. And facing It beforehand while in town looking for his weird object thing that he apparently needed. The words stung in his brain. I know your secret. Richie was always scared of clowns. It didn’t help that he was nearly killed by one several times.

And then he got trapped in the deadlights.

He saw things in there, horrible, horrible things. He watched Stan die. He watched them all die. It was horrific, and he’d never forget it again. It felt like ages that he was trapped in the gaze of the deadlights, hovering like 20 feet off the ground. But really, it was only a little bit, because his fucking knight in shining armor Eddie came in and stopped that. Hovering over him with the biggest, cutest grin on his face, so confident that he just beat It.

Richie didn’t want to remember what happened next.

The weird talon-like thing that stabbed Eddie right in the chest. The splatter of Eddie’s blood in him as he stared into the panicked expression of the love of his life. The fear in his eyes. When he was tossed about the room like a ragdoll. He didn’t want to remember, yet he couldn’t forget.

Richie didn’t leave Eddie’s side until it was absolutely necessary. He didn’t do it until he was needed by his friends to kill It once and for all. Then it was right back to Eddie.

Thankfully, he was still muttering little incoherent phrases, meaning he was alive. For then.

After using Richie’s jacket to try to staunch the blood flow, the rest argued about who should carry him, until Richie broke through all of them and said he’d do it. Nobody argued. Bev immediately called 911 as soon as she could. Richie rushed onto the ambulance before they could stop him, and everyone else agreed they’d meet them there.

It was torture to see Eddie be whisked into surgery; to know he was probably in pain, and had a low chance of living. Eddie slumped into a hospital chair, and he waited.

Eventually he was allowed to stay in Eddie’s room, with enough convincing, and that he did. He spent all of his time there, sleeping there, eating (barely) there. The one time he left was to take a shower, and he came straight back afterwards. It had been about 4 or 5 days in the hospital (he lost count), but it felt like an eternity.

That’s where he was now, slumped in an uncomfortable hospital chair (not like he minded much), asleep at night in Eddie’s hospital room.

He had spent the whole day staring at him, his friends coming and leaving. Eddie was their friend too, but they were also sorting out their situations and stuff; where they were going after Eddie wakes up and is out of the hospital. Richie should probably be doing that too, calls from his manager getting incessant, but his only care was Eddie. Only Eddie. It had always been Eddie.

Even when he couldn’t remember; it had been Eddie. When there was something missing from his lame life. Eddie. When he remembered. Eddie. That night at the hotel, knowing Eddie was only a few rooms away. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Eddie was his everything.

Eddie’s eyes slowly blinked open, greeted immediately by darkness.

It wasn’t completely pitch black, but it was pretty dim. He could make out a shape slumped in a chair next to him. At first, his chest filled with disappointment as he believed it was his wife. Why was he disappointed? It was his wife. But when he looked closer, he realized that the figure was too slim. Plus, they were asleep. Myra would never sleep in the hospital unless she was the one sick or injured. Upon further inspection, he realized that it was Richie.

Richie.

Richie fucking Tozier. What was Richie doing there? Eddie didn’t even remember why he himself was in…

Oh.

Oh!

Everything came back to Eddie that moment. Everything. The clown. The damned town. Richie hanging in the air, haze trapped directly in the deadlights. Being stabbed by It. He couldn’t recall much of anything after that.

A warm feeling blossomed in his chest when he looked back at Richie, still fast asleep in the chair, which he could only assume was very uncomfortable. Richie was there with him. He was glad. Glad to have a friend there with him. That was it. Right?

He doesn’t think about it more, because he compulsively decides to wake Richie up.

“Rich. Richie.” He whispered into the darkness. Richie gave a jolt, and jumped from his seat.

“What? What happened?” He whipped his head around in confusion. Eddie waved.

“Down here, Rich.” Richie gazed at Eddie, wide eyed. Before Eddie could do or say anything (probably make fun of him) he was enveloped in Richie’s strong embrace.

“Eds, oh my god Eds! I can’t believe you’re awake! The doctors told me you were gonna live, but part of me didn’t believe them and-” he was cut off by Eddie placing a hand over his mouth. Richie gazed back at him.

“Shut up. Also Don’t call me that.” His face contradicted his words. He was happy. He almost didn’t notice how close he was to Richie. Almost. He didn’t realize until Richie pulled fully away, dragging his chair as close as he could to Eddie’s bed.

“How are you feeling, Eds?” Eddie just rolled his eyes at the nickname, and smiled.

“Like shit. Like someone is pressing on my chest and making it hurt.” He sees Richie’s worried expression, and adds, “I’m fine, though.” Richie nodded, and then grinned once again.

“Hey, I know the feeling,” Eddie raised his eyebrow, intrigued. “It really presses on my chest when I’m under your mom-”

Eddie slapped him.

~~~

To be continued?

#reddie #it chapter two #fix it fic #reddie fix it fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter two spoilers

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Reunion

I decided to write a nice, fluffy, tiny drabble which just made my friend cry, so I know it's good ^^ Have a look if you'd like~

October 4th. It was days after she was taken away. No, perhaps it was longer, weeks? Why did it even matter? The little girl was gone without a trace having left everything but her adorable and quiet presence behind.

While everybody was out of the house with their close ones or getting ready for the upcoming holiday, Jelly sat alone in her room as she peered down at her hands. On top of her palms lay an object colored teal along with pastel pink and yellow, some white lace here and there as green eyes stared right back at her with a lovely heart smile.

Jelly released a sigh as she lifted one hand up to move her long hair back and behind her, her eyes never leaving the doll which held a tiny bouquet of flowers. With one of her fingers, she shifted the tiny hand so that it would appear to extend itself upwards, almost as if the doll was offering her the flowers. She let out another sigh, then letting the small arm drop before she placed the doll onto the seashell chair she brought from the living room and into her room.

Ever since the day her...brother, in a way speaking, took the little girl she came to love ever so dearly, she felt so empty. The little chair in front of her was empty, just like the teal and purple bed not to far from her own, and the pink miniature tea table that she no longer allowed her niece and nephew to use. Jelly couldn't remember the last time she felt this devastated, except for the time her first love took himself away from her.

She shook her head, now peering up at the tiny doll that sat on the seashell chair, staring at her with a mischievous smile as it slowly fell limp due to having nothing to support it. Jelly lifted her hand up, closing her palm which she turned upside down before slowly opening to reveal a single pearl. With her other hand, she grabbed the tiny, pointy hat on the doll's head and easily removed it before placing the pearl inside and the hat back on.

Jelly stared at the doll as the hat gave a small glow and in an instant, the doll lifted its head up as if to properly look at her. Finally, Jelly gave the smallest of smiles which unfortunately did not widen but at least still remained when the doll lifted its hand up, offering the tiny bouquet. Although before Jelly could even place a single finger on the flowers, the doll dropped its arm and head as if it never had life. So, Jelly closed her palm again and once opening it looked down at the two new pearls that appeared on it.

Once again, she grabbed the tiny cone hat and placed the pearls inside along with the first one that was already in, then putting it on the doll's head. The process from before repeated itself, though after the doll lifted it head and hand, it did not drop. Instead, it brought its hands down to the chair's seat, helping itself stand up on its own before it opened its arm widely and the extremely small heart shaped lips on its porcelain face opened up as if to give a delighted smile.

Jelly gave it a half hearted smile and almost like a person, the doll sensed it and so, it gave a single hop. It noticed that Jelly did not have her smile wider or an expression of glee, so the doll hopped again, and again, and again. When it felt Jelly give its hat a soft pat with her finger, it did not appear pleased and gave a stomp of its foot which finally made Jelly let out a small giggle. Although, her giggle immediately died down once she realized how quiet it all was...how lonely everything was. Jelly's smile faded away into a frown which caused the tiny doll to jump around as if attempting to catch her attention, which it did but...Jelly gave a blank expression.

Though, her neutral features turned into some of curiosity once an idea came into mind. The tiny doll barely moved with one deadlight, and it functioned like a moving toy after having been given three. What would a fourth deadlight do?

Jelly created another pearl and quickly yet gingerly placed it inside the doll's hat, seen no different which made her bite the inside of her cheek in disappointment. All the other times she had only given the doll three deadlights and today was the first time she gave it an additional one, but...would it be bad if she gave it a fifth?

This time, Jelly bit her bottom lip before closing and opening her hand to reveal six pearls in total. She glanced down at them wondering if that amount was too large, but she shook her head and stared down at the doll with a determined expression. The doll looked back at her, waving its arms around as it gave small jumps, so Jelly first removed the hat and inserted the pearl before picking up the doll with both hands.

She held it in front of her after having set the other five extra pearls on the ground next to her, then standing up as she walked around her room, her eyes never leaving the doll's figure. Especially, when she felt a small vibration in her palms. Jelly stopped walking as her eyes widened, seeing that the doll was shaking intensely which made her panic. What did she do!?

Jelly turned her head to the left, then the right, and the left again before she looked at the tiny doll with terrified eyes. Meanwhile, the doll's green eyes blinked in a confused manner before a bright light shone from the entire doll, making Jelly turn her head away from it as she shut her eyes. After a moment, she felt a few differences besides the lack of a bright light. Her hands felt like they had widened, as if they were holding something wider whilst whatever that was also felt heavier, yet still light.

Jelly slowly opened her eyes before she turned her head, unsure of what she was about to see. She of course expected to see her tiny doll but...instead saw clouded green eyes. Jelly felt her mouth open like a fish trying to properly breathe as her eyes were wide, possibly wider than the eyes she was looking into. The eyes blinked several times as the head they belonged to looked to the left, then the right, and the left again before it looked at Jelly with more blinking.

Jelly realized that her hands were under and holding arms, not extremely petite ones but instead, larger ones that were still small. One of the arms held onto a flower bouquet that was not tiny but more average sized like the arms which extended themselves forwards, reaching out for something. Eventually the hands on the arms found what they were looking for, placing themselves on Jelly's cheeks as her lip quivered and she felt her eyes pool with tears that were clouding her own vision.

She looked at what she held in her hands, not a tiny doll but instead her tiny doll that she had lost. Her tiny doll that gently held her face like all the other times when attempting to comfort her or when greeting her, and that's exactly what happened. The doll, now a child with short strawberry blonde bangs that were not hidden unlike the rest of her hair. Small red swirls were on her cheeks as a single tear was painted under her left eye. Her little head was connected to a body covered by a soft, teal costume.

The child's hands slightly scraped its claws on Jelly's cheeks, though in an affectionate manner as it pulled her face closer to its own, nuzzling her nose against her own as she shut her clouded eyes. The child felt her hands grow wet which made her rub her tiny thumbs on Jelly's face again. Jelly let out a quiet breath as her eyes twinkled, finally allowing her tears to spill and stain the child's hands before the child gave a soft smile, despite not being able to see anything.

"D...d...don't cry...m...mama...I'm back."

#jelly the clown #ula the tiny clown #:3

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