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Wait, you mean this isn't what happened?

I just rewatched It Chapter Two

and i couldn’t stop thinking about how different it would be if Stan did show up

• he obviously wouldn’t show up right away; the jade of the orient scene would still happen

• they show bev calling patty, and patty says that stan isn’t home, and she didn’t know where he went, but bev tells everyone she thinks stan’s dead because of a dream she had

• everything happens, they find their artifacts, blah blah blah

• but then, richie and eddie come home, and richie says he wants to leave, and ben goes up to talk to him, and ACTUALLY convinces him to stay.

• so bowers stabs eddie and richie is the first one to get to him, tries to calm him down. they all realize that bowers will probably get to the library next, so they all hop in richie’s car and drive there once Ben has patched up eddie

• at the library, mike is wandering around and looks at the history of old derry, and he gets attacked

• suddenly, there’s an axe in bowers’ head, and stan is standing there, hands shaking, breathing heavily. mike says hi to him, and stan smiles, says, “Didn’t think you guys would have to fight pennywise without me, right?” then promptly throws up.

• everyone else runs in and ben asks if Mike is okay, but richie doesn’t even pay attention and just hugs stan, because he KNEW HE WASNT DEAD, BEVERLY.

• they call bill and stan is the one who talks to him, so bill goes back to the library, and mike fully explains everything to them

• they go to the house, and they get separated (richie, eddie, bill, and stan, aka the original losers; beverly, mike, and ben), but it’s just a giant spider instead of stan’s head in the fridge.

• they go down to the basement, and the ritual doesn’t work, and everything happens like normal except this time, eddie doesn’t die.

• stan, who was always the cautious one, sees pennywise start moving again after eddie “kills” him.

• he screams at them to move, and richie and eddie roll to the side, then run back into the tunnel. the rest of them follow.

• stan is the one who figures out EXACTLY what to do, to yell at pennywise that he’s just a clown, that he’s nothing

• they all kill pennywise together, get out of neibolt house before it collapses

• they go to the quarry and eddie IS complaining, and it’s loud and annoying and they all can’t stop laughing because they made it, holy SHIT THEY MADE IT.

• eddie and richie go to the kissing bridge and eddie finds out, and they leave together

• beverly and ben leave together and they’re happy and in love

• bill finishes his book, stan goes back and goes on vacation with his wife, and mike finally goes to florida

• once a year, they go back to derry and the jade of the orient, keeping up with each other’s lives

• everyone lives, because stan is the one who always knew what to do. stan was the most cautious because stan was the most scared, and he saved their lives every day, not just with pennywise.

#it: chapter two #I'm firmly in denial #don't get me wrong i loved it #but this would've made the movie even better

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(Not-At-All) Dirty Little Secret

Summary: On National Coming Out Day, Richie gathers the Losers together for dinner before the first show in his new stand-up tour.

After the show, he & Eddie have a Conversation.

Warnings: Usual Richie trashmouthing.

Word Count: ~2200.

Author’s Note: How many different fix-its can I write that involve Reddie getting together? Idk, but I’m having a blast doing it. :D.

In honor of National Coming Out Day. To all my LGBTQ+ friends & readers, you are seen & heard. Don’t let anyone ever let you feel like you’re less than your worth.

CROSS-POSTED ON AO3

Richie Tozier checked his phone one last time as he finished rehearsing for his new stand-up show, pulling up the Losers group text thread and scrolling back to the beginning of the conversation about his show that night. Hey so, uh, my new tour is kicking off at the Laugh-Out-Loud Comedy Club in San Antonio on October 11th and I'd love for you all to be there. I'll be there all weekend if you guys want to come.

He had held his breath as the replies started rolling in from everyone but the one person he most wanted to hear from.

BEV: Ben and I will be there!

BEN: We wouldn't miss it for the world.

MIKE: Of course, man.

BILL: Absolutely.

Finally, after what seemed like forever (although it probably was really only 20 minutes) the last reply came.

EDDIE: I'll be there.

Richie had let out a huge sigh of relief and responded with, Thanks, guys. I'll tell my manager to arrange everything and get you all VIP tickets. Thinking we can do dinner before the show.

BILL: Sounds great!

MIKE: I'm down.

BEV: Losers' Reunion Dinner! :) <3

EDDIE: No Chinese though. I still have an aversion to fortune cookies.

Richie had laughed before replying. I'm with Eddie on this one. I'll check for some recommendations.

They had ultimately decided on The Esquire, a tavern near the club that had come highly recommended by some of the locals from the club.

Richie's manager had booked everyone at the same hotel that Richie was staying at for the weekend, at Richie's insistence. Since Richie had to rehearse, he had told the other Losers that he would just meet them for dinner and had arranged for a car to take them from the hotel to dinner and the club and back. He had arranged for his own transportation just in case what he had planned tonight didn't go well.

A new message came in.

BILL: Richie, you said a CAR was picking us up from the hotel. This is too much.

Richie grinned. Technically, a limo is a car. Besides, I told you guys you were getting the VIP treatment.

EDDIE: What he means is thank you.

BILL: Richie knows what I mean.

EDDIE: We'll see you soon.

Richie's mouth went dry. He grabbed the bottle of water he had stashed by the microphone and took a long swig. Showtime.

He climbed into the Uber he had called and greeted his driver, then practiced the speech he had prepared in his head the entire ride over to the Esquire, his hand shaking nervously. Come on, Tozier. Get your shit together. You can battle a psychotic killer space-clown twice, you can do this.

Soon (too soon?) the car stopped in front of the Esquire.

Richie thanked his driver and headed inside, taking a deep breath as he headed to the private room he had reserved for their party.

"What's up, fuckers?" he said, entering the room.

"Richie!" a chorus greeted him.

Ben wrapped him in a hug first, followed by Bev, who also gave him a kiss on the cheek. Mike, then Bill shook his hand, then finally, Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Eddie was wearing jeans, a button-down shirt that was open at the collar, and a black leather jacket, and Richie honestly thought that Eddie had never looked hotter. He suddenly got nervous again. Fuck, I can't do this, he thought. Actually, shit, I have to. It's not right to let them find out later with everyone else.

They sat and ordered drinks, with Richie making his a double. He had promised his manager that he wouldn't get drunk before the show, but he never said anything about a little liquid courage.

After their drinks were delivered and they had placed their orders, Bill had raised his glass. "I'd like to make a toast to the man of the hour -- Richie, who has brought us together -- but we're not fighting a multi-dimensional demon clown this time, are we?"

Richie looked around. "Well, no, I don't see Eds's mom anywhere, do you?"

"Hey, fuck you, bro," Eddie said, but with no heat to it.

Richie cleared his throat. No time like the present. "Actually, I do have something to talk to you guys about."

Five pairs of eyes watched him expectantly.

He fiddled with his glass. "I, uh… I'm, well…" He looked up to the ceiling as if it could give him the courage to say what he needed to say.

He felt a hand on his wrist, then glanced down to see Eddie's black leather-jacketed arm give him a gentle squeeze before retracting. Suddenly his own words came back to him: You're braver than you think.

He took a deep breath. "I'm gay."

Silence followed his statement until Beverly stood up, walked around the table, and wrapped him in a hug. "Thank you for being brave enough to tell us," she said, which prompted the others to also get up and give Richie a hug and their own words of affirmation.

Richie was probably imagining things, but it felt like Eddie lingered in his embrace a little longer than necessary. He didn't have time to dwell on the thought though because soon after, their food arrived.

Dinner went normally, with the only mention of Richie's sexuality being Ben asking politely if Richie was seeing anyone.

Richie shook his head. "No, no, not seeing anyone right now. Honestly there really haven't been too many guys I've been interested in lately." He had shot a quick glance over at Eddie, who was currently studying his gluten-free turkey burger like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. Just one in particular.

After dinner, Richie joined the others in the limo on the way to the club. With six people in the car, it was a bit crowded, but Richie definitely didn't mind Eddie sitting close to him.

Once they had gotten to the club, Richie headed backstage while the Losers went to their seats.

Soon it was time for the show. Richie pumped himself up while he waited to be announced. You fucking did it, man. You came out to your friends and the world didn't end. You're not dirty, or wrong, or broken. You're still Richie.

He was surprisingly calm as he made his way onstage, knowing that he had the support and love of the people who mattered most to him.

"What the fuck is up, San Antonio?" he greeted the cheering audience. "How you guys doing tonight?"

He grabbed the mic off of the stand. "It's so fucking great to be kicking off my new tour here. So I was near my hotel earlier, and…"

Richie fed off of the energy of the crowd, getting more laughs with his all-original jokes than he had ever gotten with his old writer's stuff.

"So I had my sexual awakening at 13," he continued, grabbing ahold of the mic stand for support. "And I'm gonna preface this by reminding you guys that I grew up in the 80's. Any Gen-X'ers in the house?"

Hoots and whistles pierced the air.

"Awesome, Ok, so yeah, anyway, I had my sexual awakening at 13. I had this group of friends, and the summer I turned 13 we all went swimming at the quarry in my hometown, and this group of friends had this one particular girl - you know the type. I mean she was beautiful -- milky white skin, fiery red hair, she was just gorgeous." He sent Bev a cheeky wink before continuing. "So anyway, all us guys are staring at her while she was sunbathing and all of a sudden it hit me -- I had no attraction towards her what-so-ever."

He paused and let his words sink in before continuing. "Then I look over to another one of my friends and it was like a chorus of angels started singing. Beautiful, amazing girl -- nothing. Pale, skinny little white guy -- instant boner. You guys have no idea how hot a pair of long legs in some short-shorts and a fanny pack were to teenage me. They say if you jerk off too much you could go blind…" He exaggeratedly pushed his glasses further up oh his face. "Well, I guess that was pretty much the truth in my case." He paused as the crowd laughed.

"So yeah, in honor of National Coming Out Day, surprise, motherfuckers!" Richie chuckled as the audience cheered. "Thank you so much for being so supportive and such a great crowd -- I'll see you next time!" He waved before making his way off stage.

"Richie, that was brilliant!" his manager said, handing him a napkin to wipe the sweat off his brow. "You killed it! Listen, I've already been fielding calls from Out Magazine and a couple of the late-night talk shows…"

Richie shook his head. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?" he said. "Tonight I just want to celebrate with my friends."

"Sure, sure. I had them escorted back to the limo since you already did your meet & greet with the other VIPs."

"Thanks, man." Richie tossed the napkin in a nearby bin and made his way to the back of the club, where the limo was waiting for him.

He threw open the door and climbed in. "So what did you guys--" he cut himself off.

The limo was empty except for one person. Eddie looked up from where he was sitting. "Hey, Richie."

Richie looked around. "Where's everyone else?"

Eddie looked uncomfortable. "They, uh, they said they'd meet us back at the hotel and went ahead and got an Uber. Can we talk?"

Richie froze. Shit. "Um, yeah, sure Eds." He closed the door behind him and made his way over to the seat, leaving a good bit of space between him & Eddie. "What's up?"

Eddie bit his lip. "I didn't announce this during dinner because I didn't want to overshadow you coming out, but… I divorced Myra once I got back to New York."

Richie had been so distracted by Eddie in his black leather jacket, exuding just a *hint* of bad-boy appeal, that he had never really looked at Eddie's hands. Sure enough, Eddie's ring finger no longer bore the gold band that he had been sporting the last time Richie had seen him. "Holy shit, dude. I honestly wasn't sure if you had it in you."

Eddie smiled softly. "Well, a wise man once told me that I was braver than I thought, so as soon as I got home I packed the rest of my stuff and told Myra that I wanted a divorce. I played it safe for so many years and was so warped by my mother that I pretty much wound up marrying her clone. Myra was just like her, even down to her buying my clothes."

Richie blushed and cast his eyes downward. "Um, yeah, I kind of noticed you looked different tonight. You uh, you look good."

Eddie shrugged and smiled shyly, then took Richie's hand. "Tonight, in your act, when you publicly came out… You said you had been attracted to one of your friends who wore short-shorts and a fanny pack. You were talking about me, weren't you?"

Richie squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Um--"

"Rich? Please tell me that wasn't just part of your act." Eddie's voice sounded so hopeful that Richie's heart squeezed. He dragged his eyes back up to Eddie's. "No, not at all. Shit, Eds, you have no idea how much I lo--"

He was cut off by Eddie's lips on his own.

Hoooooooly fuck. Richie melted into the kiss, scooting closer and reaching up to gently caress Eddie's face. "Oh my God, Eds…" he muttered against Eddie's lips.

Eddie broke the kiss. "I know it's probably obvious by now, but I'm gay too," he replied. "And I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for over 28 years now. Ever since we were kids."

"Fucking Christ, I love you too," Richie said breathlessly, pulling Eddie back to him for another kiss. He licked his way into Eddie's mouth, savoring the taste of mint (wait, did Eddie actually fucking brush his teeth while he was waiting on me? he briefly wondered) and Eddie.

Once breathing became a necessity, they broke apart and Richie leaned his forehead against Eddie's. "Jesus, this is like the beginning of every single one of my childhood fantasies come true," he panted, his hands still on Eddie's face.

Eddie wrapped his fingers around Richie's hands. "Mine too." He turned and placed a kiss against Richie's palm where his oath scar used to be, a kiss so tender that it made Richie want to cry.

Suddenly the limo stopped and the driver's voice came over the speaker. "Mr. Tozier, we've arrived back at your hotel."

"Uh, thanks," Richie replied, before turning to Eddie. "So what do we do now?"

Eddie smirked. "Well, first we need to go have another coming-out with our friends in the hotel bar, then after that I'm dragging you upstairs, where we're going to fulfill the rest of our childhood fantasies."

And they did. Repeatedly.

#tcmf writes #it: chapter two #IT: Chapter 2 #Richie x Eddie #Reddie

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Regrets & Reunions 2/2 (Richie X Eddie)

Summary: Post- Chapter 2. After It is defeated and everyone goes their separate ways, Richie and Eddie have 1 last conversation before they part. A week later, a letter arrives that changes their lives forever.

Warnings: Usual Richie trashmouthing.

Word Count: 1250-ish for chapter 2.

Author’s Note: So this is *technically* a prequel to (Stand-Up) Routines & (Engagement) Rings, but totally can be read as a standalone.

CROSS-POSTED ON AO3

One Week Later

Richie sat in the living room of his house in L.A., listening to the rain patter on the windows as he caught up on his mail. I've really got to get an assistant, he thought as he sorted his bills from all of the junk mail.

He paused as he came upon a letter that had been hand-addressed to him. He looked at the return label. Patricia Uris… must be Stanley's wife.

Richie's hands shook as he tore the envelope open.

Dear Losers…

Tears filled Richie's eyes as he read Stan's explanation of why he hadn't made it back to Derry.

We're Losers. And we always will be.

Stanley

Richie wiped his eyes before reading the postscript that Stan had included.

PS: Richie, if you're reading this, I hope that you finally got your act together (no pun intended, I've seen your stand-up and are you sure those are your own jokes? That's not the Trashmouth I've suddenly remembered) and told Eddie how you feel about him. (Yes, I knew. No, I never told anyone. That wasn't my place.) As we all know, life is not guaranteed, but you and Eddie both deserve to be happy. Don't let another 27 years go by feeling like a part of you is missing.

Richie felt like he had been punched in the gut. Stan knew. Stan had known Richie's secret, and like the amazing friend that he was he never said a word to anyone.

He was right though. It was time for Richie to grow a pair and tell Eddie how he felt about him, no matter the consequences.

Richie ran upstairs, grabbed his suitcase, and threw a few sets of clothes in, not bothering to fold anything before zipping it up. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on, quickly pulling up information on the next flight from LAX to New York before grabbing his suitcase and hauling it downstairs.

He grabbed his wallet and keys from the bowl by the front door and threw the door open…

To find one Edward Kasbrack dripping water on his front stoop, finger poised to ring the doorbell.

Richie's eyes widened. "Oh my God, Eddie? What the fuck are you doing here?" He noticed that Eddie was shivering. "Fucking Christ, nevermind that, Eds, you're soaked." He looked around. "Where's your luggage?"

Eddie looked sheepish. "Don't have any."

Richie raised his eyebrows. What the fuck? He stepped out of the doorway. "Come inside and warm up."

He led Eddie upstairs to his bedroom, where he pulled out some clothes for Eddie to change into before pushing him towards the bathroom. "Here, take a hot shower and warm up. After all we've been through with Pennywise, I'm not going to have you wind up dying from something as basic as pneumonia from standing out in the rain."

Eddie just chuckled and nodded. "Thanks. Appreciate that." He took the offered clothes and stepped into Richie's bathroom, closing the door behind him.

While Eddie was in the shower, (holy shit Eddie's really here, he's in L.A., he's in my house, he's in my fucking SHOWER, Richie thought as he heard the water come on) Richie unpacked his suitcase and put his stuff away, then sat on his bed and tried to figure out exactly what the fuck was happening.

Once he heard the bathroom door open he looked up and his heart clenched.

Eddie was standing there in a pair of Richie's sweatpants, which were too long on him but fit at the waist thanks to a drawstring, and an old tour t-shirt of Richie's. He fiddled with the bottom hem of the shirt and smiled softly at Richie. "Hi."

Richie couldn't help but smile softly back. "Hi." He patted the spot next to him on his bed. "Come have a seat."

Eddie padded his way over and sat next to Richie, pulling one leg up on the bed so he was facing him, but he kept his eyes downcast.

"So what exactly are you doing here, Eds?" Richie asked, reaching a hand out to softly touch Eddie's knee.

Eddie's eyes flickered up to Richie's at the touch. "Something I should've done a week ago," he replied, and the next thing Richie knew… Eddie had leaned in and was kissing him.

Holy fucking shit, was Richie's first thought. More, was his second.

He pulled Eddie in closer, reaching up and cupping Eddie's face in his hands, mindful of the still-healing stab wound Bowers had given Eddie. "Am I dead?" he muttered. "I must've died and be in some weird-ass version of heaven."

Eddie laughed against Richie's lips and he gave him one last gentle kiss. "Not unless I'm dead too."

Richie caressed Eddie's face with his thumbs. "You're really here, how are you even here?"

Eddie smirked. "Well, you know, there are the amazing contraptions called airplanes that you can get on that will fly you pretty much anywhere you want to go."

"I fucking know that, Eds, I mean--" Richie cut himself off. "Wait, YOU, who calls airplanes 'flying death traps' and refuses to get on one, actually flew from New York to L.A.?"

Eddie sighed. "This morning I got a letter in the mail from Stan. It prompted me to do what I should've done after we defeated It -- hell, what I honestly should've done 27 years ago. So I told Myra I wanted a divorce and literally hopped on the next flight from JFK to LAX without a second thought."

Richie chuckled. "Or luggage, apparently."

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I didn't exactly have time to pack in order to catch the next flight."

"I, uh, I got a letter from Stan too. I'm assuming we all did since it was written to all of us.

Mine had a personal message at the bottom, though. Stan basically told me that I needed to get my head out of my ass and to tell you how I feel about you. He knew. That whole summer, he knew."

Eddie looked up at him hopefully. "Knew what, exactly?"

Richie knew that Eddie knew exactly what, but he owed it to both himself and Eddie to say it. He looked down and picked at a loose thread on his comforter. "That I'm gay. And that I was in love with you. I've spent the past 27 years trying to figure out why I'm attracted to short, dark-haired, skinny asthmatic guys, but here's my answer."

Eddie playfully punched Richie on the arm. "Fuck you, dude."

Richie licked his lips seductively. "To be honest, Eds, I've been waiting almost 30 years for that to happen."

Eddie raised an eyebrow. "Oh have you, now?"

Richie bit his lip. "Mmm hmm. Turns out I'm attracted to one short, dark-haired, skinny asthmatic guy in particular."

Eddie reached up to caress Richie's face. "By the way, I've always loved you too. You know, just in case me leaving my wife to fly across the country with no luggage and stand outside your house in the pouring rain was any indication."

Richie looked Eddie up and down. "Speaking of you standing in the pouring rain with no luggage, Eds, you have no idea how fucking hot you look in my clothes." Richie made a general 'all of this' gesture at Eddie. "Looking like a whole snack over here."

Eddie leaned in. "Well then, I hope you're hungry," he murmured.

"Starving," Richie replied with a wolfish grin before connecting his lips to Eddie's again.

#tcmf writes #it: chapter two #IT: Chapter 2 #Richie x Eddie #Reddie

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Regrets & Reunions (Richie x Eddie) 1/2

Warnings: Usual Richie trashmouthing.

Word Count: 768 for chapter 1.

Author’s Note: So this is *technically* a prequel to (Stand-Up) Routines & (Engagement) Rings, but totally can be read as a standalone.

CROSS-POSTED ON AO3

Richie Tozier sighed as he threw the last of his stuff into his suitcase. I still can't believe it's over, he thought. It's finally fucking over.

Two days ago the Losers Club had finally defeated the extraterrestrial clown-monster that dwelled in Derry's sewers, for good this time.

They had all just gotten together for one last meal together before going their separate ways; Richie back to L.A. to salvage what was left of his stand-up career; Ben and Beverly to Nebraska together (Richie remembered wondering when they were kids if Ben would ever fess up about his feelings for Bev or just pine away while Beverly continued to get close to Bill); Mike was finally heading for Florida in the morning; Bill back to L.A. with the new ending for the latest movie based on one of his books; and Eddie…

Eddie.

As far as Richie knew Eddie was headed back to New York, back to his job, to his house… to his wife.

Richie swallowed. Although he had literally forgotten everything about his childhood (including his massive crush on Eddie) once he had left Derry when he was 18, the second he had walked into the Jade of the Orient and spotted Eddie all his old feelings had come rushing back and it was just like he was 13 again.

Get the fuck over it, Tozier, Richie chided himself. He would never love you the way you love him. Eddie's married, and to a woman at that. He's obviously straight, he's clearly not interested either way… Just get through the next hour and a half and you can go to the airport and forget all about the love of your life again.

Richie looked up at the ceiling. Fuck, he thought, walking into the bathroom. He didn't want to forget Eddie again. If Richie was honest with himself (and everyone else), as painful as it was he'd rather have Eddie in his life as a friend than not at all.

Suddenly a knock came on Richie's door.

"It's open!" Richie called out, grabbing his toothbrush.

He walked out of the bathroom and froze.

Well, speak of the fucking devil himself.

Eddie stood in the doorway, nervously fidgeting. "Hey, man, can I come in?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, Eds," Richie said quickly. "What's up?"

"I'm about to head to the train station and I, uh…" Eddie trailed off, stepping into Richie's room and shutting the door. "I just wanted to say bye before I go."

"Okay, uh..." Richie replied, a million thoughts running through his head. Don't go back to New York. Come to L.A. with me instead. I love you and it's been killing me inside not to have told you. "Bye, Eds," he said instead.

Eddie smiled sadly. "I'll be seeing you, Rich."

Richie swallowed. "Yeah, man. See ya."

Eddie opened the door and took one step out, then paused. "Hey Richie?"

"Yeah, Eds?"

Eddie turned around, took 2 steps back towards Richie, and enveloped him in a hug.

Richie froze for a second, then reached up and pulled Eddie closer, tucking his face into the shorter man's neck and taking a deep breath. Holy shit, he still smells amazing. Eddie smelled of soap, antiseptic, and that unique Eddie scent that had always sent Richie's mind reeling.

"I never thanked you for saving my life," Eddie whispered.

Richie shook his head. "Nah, man, you saved me first. If you hadn't javelined that motherfucker it probably would've sucked out my soul or something."

Eddie let out a heavy sigh. "Maybe, but I definitely would've been fucking toast if you hadn't pulled me down into that hug right before it almost skewered me. So… thanks."

Richie shrugged in what he hoped seemed like a casual manner and released Eddie. "No problem, buddy. Glad you didn't become an Eddie-kabob."

Tell him, a voice said inside his head. Don't be a pussy. Tell him now before he leaves!

Richie opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Good going, asshole. For once in your fucking life you're speechless.

Eddie also looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead turned back towards the door.

"Ok, well, see ya."

"Yeah, see ya. Safe travels, and all that shit."

Eddie smiled softly. "Yeah, you too, man. Oh, and Rich?"

"Yeah?"

Eddie smirked and looked back towards Richie. "I fucked your mom," he said before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

Richie shook his head in amusement then watched as the love of his life walked away from him for the second time.

#tcmf writes #it: chapter two #Richie x Eddie #Reddie #I love these two trainwrecks

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Update: it was even better the 2nd time. More Reddie fic coming!

Seeing IT: Chapter Two again because it didn't hurt enough the first time, apparently. 😂

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Seeing IT: Chapter Two again because it didn't hurt enough the first time, apparently. 😂

#it: chapter two #it: ch 2 #im a glutton for punishment

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Derry’s hottest club is: It’s lair.

Based on the original text post by @garbagequeer

#i need this to be legit #like seriously i was pissed because i thought i missed Bill Hader being back on SNL #stefon was the beeeeeeeest #SNL #saturday night live #it: chapter two #it: chapter 2

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trashcanmarvelfan · 5 years

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HOLY SHIT I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE

okay okay but that scene after neibolt, when Beverly realises the scars are gone, and mike says “nothing lasts forever”, and Richie looks up suddenly, that’s him remembering about the bridge. when he goes back again the letters are starting to fade too, compared to the other carvings we see. but he recarves them because he doesn’t want that scar to heal. it was so much more than reminiscence for him he was literally trying to grasp onto whatever he had left of eddie and im just so fucking sad!!!!

#im dead #it: chapter 2 #well shit now i have to see this movie again ASAP

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(Stand-Up) Routines and (Engagement) Rings

Summary: 2 years after the events of IT: Chapter Two, Richie brings Eddie out during one of his stand-up performances in order to ask a Very Important Question.

Warnings: Lots of F-bombs (like seriously there’s 1 for less than every 100 words or something but let’s face it, our gay little balls of sunshine can’t say anything without swearing)

Word Count: 2300-ish.

Author’s Note: The Reddie Fix-it Future Fic no one asked for. :) Enjoy!

CROSS-POSTED ON AO3

Richie Tozier paced back and forth backstage in the theatre at the Venetian Resort as his manager watched him. “I don’t know if I can do this,” Richie muttered.

“Don’t worry, everything is gonna go smoothly,” Brian replied. “You’ll do great. Here.” He handed Richie a glass of what looked like vodka on the rocks.

Richie took a sip and grimaced. “What the fuck is this?”

“Black cherry Vitamin Water,” Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie’s childhood best friend and boyfriend of two years, replied from behind him. “You need to stay hydrated and get your vitamins in. This is the last stop of your tour, I’m not going to let you get sick right when you get a break to come home.”

Richie grumbled but took another sip as Eddie moved in front of him. The things I do for love, he thought.

He could tell Eddie was scrutinizing his outfit. Richie had chosen dark-washed jeans, a black T-shirt, and an olive green suit jacket for his performance this evening.

Eddie brushed some imaginary lint off of Richie’s jacket before giving him a quick kiss. “You look great, babe.”

“Thanks,” Richie replied. His pocket buzzed and he pulled his phone out. He had a text from his & Eddie’s friend Ben. We’re here and in our seats.

Thank fuck, Richie thought, sending a quick k in response. He was glad that the rest of the Losers Club had made it to Las Vegas. Tonight was an extra-special performance – Not only was this the final show in Richie’s “Off the Rails” tour, tonight was the night that he would… Well. Richie would think about that when the time came so he wouldn’t make himself even more nervous.

The lights dimmed. “Showtime,” Eddie said, taking Richie’s glass from him and giving him one more brief kiss. “Knock ‘em dead, Rich.”

Richie took one more deep breath as he was announced.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier!

Richie stepped out on stage, waved at the audience, and grabbed the microphone. “What’s up, Las Vegas?” he greeted with a smile. “You guys feeling good?”

He grinned at the audience’s reply of cheers and hoots.

“It’s so fucking great to be here with all of you. At least now I’m not the only drunk one in the room.”

He grinned at the audience’s laughter. Interacting with his audience and making them laugh always helped calm him down, so he hoped tonight would be the same.

He continued through his act until he got to the final bit, where he usually talked about his & Eddie’s relationship.

“Alright, so I’m gonna get serious for a moment. As a lot of you probably know, I came out as gay a few years ago. Turns out all the dick jokes I made over the years were not only because I am a dick, but also because I like dick.”

He paused as the audience laughed. Here comes the surprise. “So yeah, anyway, I’ve been out for a few years now and it’s been nice not having to hide my relationship with my boyfriend. He’s here tonight, actually, you guys want to meet him?”

He turned to the wings. Eddie was staring at him like he’d grown an extra head. What the fuck are you doing, he mouthed.

Richie grinned and gestured for Eddie to join him onstage. Come on, Eduardo, get your cute ass out here. “Aww, he’s being shy. Come on, babe, it’s ok.” He turned back to the audience. “He might need a little encouragement. Ladies and gentlemen, my boyfriend Eddie.”

The audience burst into applause and cheers. Richie could hear the rest of the Losers in the front row cheering, “WOO, YEAH EDDIE!”

After what seemed like an eternity Eddie finally stumbled onstage, where a stagehand ran out and handed him a mic. Richie suspected that Eddie had actually been pushed onstage, but the important thing was that he was actually out there.

Eddie gave Richie a look that said, you are in so much fucking trouble when we get back to the hotel tonight. “What’s up, fuckwad?” he said instead.

Richie laughed along with the audience.

“So yeah, everyone, this charming fellow here is my boyfriend, Eddie,” he explained. “We’ve been together for 2 years now but were best friends growing up, so we’ve known each other most of our lives. Although we did forget each other for 27 years – long-ass story, involves rampant homophobia and an evil demonic clown. And that was just Eddie’s mother.“

Richie saw Eddie shoot him an exaggerated glare as the audience laughed. "I kid, I kid,” he continued. “Actually, that title goes to his ex-wife.” He could see Eddie shaking his head at him, but at least there was no heat to it. Thank God Eddie knows most of my act. Richie needed to get through that part without accidentally pissing Eddie off before he got to the reason he brought him out on stage.

“So anyway, yeah, we were best friends growing up, then when we were 13 something changed – for me, anyway.” He chuckled. “I used to joke a lot when we were teenagers about fucking Eddie’s mom, but surprise, the whole time I actually wanted to fuck Eddie. Imagine his relief when he found out that saggy old boobs actually don’t turn me on.

We – along with our four other closest friends – have literally been through hell and back together. Twice, actually.” Richie paused again as the audience laughed some more. “But honestly there’s no one I’d rather have by my side in this insane thing called life than this motherfucker. So –” He broke off and turned towards Eddie, digging in his pocket and pulling out the small square box he had been hiding for the past month. He opened it and got down on one knee as a collective gasp rang throughout the theatre. “Eddie, my love, will you make me the happiest man alive by becoming my husband?”

Eddie, who had gasped and taken a step back when Richie had knelt, started nodding tearfully. “Fuck yes,” he said into his mic, then dropped it as he pulled Richie to his feet and into a kiss, burying his fingers into Richie’s shaggy hair.

(Richie had thought when he and Eddie first officially got together that Eddie would nag him to cut it, but it actually turned out that Eddie really liked both Richie’s hair and the noises Richie would make when Eddie would tug on it. Who knew that his Eddie Spaghetti had a hair-pulling kink?)

The audience went nuts, but Richie didn’t hear any of the noise. All he was focused on was his fiance. Fiance, sweetheart, betrothed, HUSBAND, Richie’s brain supplied helpfully.

He pulled the ring, which was a simple platinum band, out of the box and slid it onto Eddie’s finger, pulling Eddie into an embrace. “I fucking love you,” he mumbled against Eddie’s neck.

“I fucking love you too,” Eddie replied. “So fucking much.”

Richie gave Eddie another kiss before turning back to the audience. “In case you guys didn’t catch that, he just agreed to put up with my bullshit for the rest of our lives.”

He wrapped an arm around Eddie’s waist. “Now if you guys will excuse us, we’ve got some celebrating to do. Thank you all for being a part of this with me, you’ve been a fucking fantastic audience. Good night!”

He and Eddie walked backstage to thunderous applause, where Bill, Mike, Ben, and Beverly were waiting for them.

“Oh my God, what the fuck are you guys doing here?” Eddie exclaimed. “I thought we weren’t seeing you until Friendsgiving next month.”

“We couldn’t miss our best friends getting engaged, could we?” Mike replied.

Beverly wrapped them both in a hug. “Congratulations, you two!”

“Thanks, Bev,” Richie replied. “Great to see you guys. Thanks for coming.”

Eddie turned to Bill and slugged him on the arm. “You fucker! I just talked to you on Wednesday and you said you were going to Atlanta for a film shoot this weekend.”

Bill just shrugged and patted both of them on the back. “Congrats, guys.”

“Yeah, congrats,” Ben echoed.

“It’s about time one of you put a ring on it,” Mike added.

“Shit, that’s right, your ring.” Richie picked up Eddie’s hand and gently twisted the ring off his finger. “I wanted you to see – I had it engraved on the inside.” He handed the ring to Eddie, who held it up to the light.

R + E

Eddie looked back up at Richie with a smile. “30 years later and you’re still carving our initials into things.” He pulled out his phone. “Hang on just a second.” He sent out a quick text message, then tucked his phone back into his pocket.

Richie grinned before taking the ring and sliding it back onto Eddie’s finger. “You know, this might be personal bias talking but I think platinum looks a lot better on you than gold,” he said, referencing Eddie’s wedding ring from his first marriage.

Eddie smiled back at him softly. “Yeah you know, I think so too.”

They were interrupted by a stagehand. “Excuse me, Mr. Kaspbrak, here’s your coat that you asked for.”

Richie raised an eyebrow. “Jeez, Eds, are you in that big of a hurry to get back to the hotel to celebrate our engagement? Because you know, the limo is pretty roomy, we could start early.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, digging in the inside pocket of his coat. He pulled something out but kept whatever it was concealed in his hand. He handed Bill his coat. “Here, Bill, would you hold this for a minute? Thanks.”

Eddie took Richie’s hand. “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh my God, are you pregnant?” Richie asked jokingly.

“Jesus, Richie. Just shut the fuck up for a second.” Eddie shook his head fondly. “Anyway, I wanted to show you something as well, something… something I’ve been carrying since the day after my divorce from Myra was finalized.”

He opened his hand to reveal a platinum band very similar to the one currently resting on his finger.

He handed it to Richie. “Check the inside.”

Richie examined the inside of the ring and caught a glimpse of an engraving. He tilted it to inspect it further.

E + R

His jaw dropped and his eyes flicked back over to Eddie, who was watching him with pure love in his eyes.

Eddie took the ring back. “I was planning on asking you to marry me at Friendsgiving.”

“Yes,” Richie blurted. His brain seemed to had gone offline again.

Eddie laughed. “Well considering you beat me to proposing and we’re now engaged I’d assume that would’ve been your answer, dumbass.”

Suddenly an idea struck Richie. “Hey Eds, since we are in Las Vegas, elopement capital of the world, what do you think about getting hitched tonight?” He gestured at their rings then at the rest of the Losers Club. “I mean we both have rings and the most important people in our lives are already here.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Eddie replied.

Fuck, I guess not. “Well, yeah, but you know what actually, nevermind, it was a stupid fucking idea anyway–”

Eddie was nodding his head. “–Shit, Rich, yes. Fucking YES, I’d marry you right this fucking second if we could make it happen,” Eddie replied.

Richie’s heart swelled with relief. “Well okay then, let’s fucking do this.”

Mike had pulled out his phone and was scrolling through it. “The marriage license bureau is open until midnight,” he read off, “so if you guys want to you can go ahead and apply online for a marriage license on the way there.”

“Ben and I rented an SUV while we’re in town, so we can all ride together if you guys want,” Bev offered.

Richie was already texting Brian so he could get a press release together. “Yeah that sounds great, just give us a minute to grab the rest of our stuff from the green room and cancel the limo that Brian had lined up to take us back to the hotel. Eddie hated it anyway, said it was pretentious.”

“That’s because it is fucking pretentious,” Eddie muttered.

“Ok, Beverly and I will go get the car and meet you guys out back?” Ben asked, taking Bev’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I’ll come with,” Bill said.

“Me too,” Mike added.

Richie nodded. “Ok, we’ll see you guys in a few then.”

He and Eddie headed back to the green room and gathered the rest of their things.

“That’s everything, right?” Eddie asked him.

Richie looked around. “Uh, yeah, I think so.”

“Ok, good.” Eddie turned towards the door.

“Eds, wait a second,” Richie said quickly.

Eddie turned back towards him. “What is it, Rich?”

Richie bit his lip. “Are you sure you want to go ahead and get married tonight? I don’t want you to feel rushed into anything just because everyone’s here.”

Eddie shook his head. “Yeah, I’m sure. We wasted so much time dancing around our feelings as kids, I spent the next 27 years feeling like half of myself was missing and not knowing why, then when we reconnected I was almost impaled by a fucking monster clown-spider, so yeah. I’m not putting anything else with our relationship off in case some other crazy shit goes down.” He smirked. “Besides, I want to spend the rest of my life annoying the shit out of my husband and the sooner I can do that the better.”

Richie grinned. “And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life annoying the shit out of my husband.”

Eddie tugged him towards the door with a wink. “Then we better get going.”

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*whispers* Reddie fix-it future fic coming soooooooon...

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An Unfortunate Convenience: Epilogue

This is my entry for @stanclub‘s 2.5k Writing Challenge! My prompt was ‘when a great one night stand turns into an awkward meeting with my new boss the following day’.

Pairing: CEO! Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Alcohol, giving a presentation, a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff

A/N: Here is the end of this bad boy! I know I’d originally predicted for it to be longer but honestly, I was getting tired of this sitting in my drafts untouched. I rewrote it how I wanted to and it was a lot shorter. I’m sorry if it seems half-assed, that really wasn’t my intention. But I hope you guys enjoy the final chapter!!

A year has passed since you started your job at Stark Industries. And you haven’t looked back at your time at SHIELD Inc since.

The workplace was absolutely magnificent. Everyone was there to work and innovate the world. Drama was obsolete and the amount of camaraderie in the workplace was just.. Magical.

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Second Chances - A Benverly Post- IT: Chapter Two Fanfic

Summary: After everything is over, Ben finally asks Beverly about the bruises he noticed on her arm the night they arrived back in town.

Warnings: 2 uses of the F-bomb (if you've seen the movie you guys know Richie has a mouth like a sailor so that's not too bad, all things considering) and non-graphic allusions to spousal abuse. Bonus Reddie feels, although Eddie is still dead, guys.

Word Count: 2100-ish.

Author’s Note: I wish we would've gotten more sweet Benverly togetherness in Chapter Two, but that's what fanfic is for, right? Whipped this up, gave it a read-thru, and here you guys are. Enjoy.

CROSS-POSTED ON AO3 (Coming soon).

Ben Hanscom stood in a small circle with his childhood friends inside the underground clubhouse he had built during the summer they had all met, the summer that had been both of one of the best & one of the worst summers of Ben's life-- although he hadn't known it at the time. He had met Bev, Bill, Richie, Mike, Stan, and Eddie, who along with Ben collectively formed the Losers Club. During that summer Ben had also battled an evil demonic clown, wrote the first-- and last-- love poem he had ever anonymously sent someone, and had his first kiss (well, sorta). Unfortunately for Ben the person with whom he shared his first kiss was, at the time, incapacitated due to said evil demonic clown, and the poem was incorrectly attributed to someone else.

The Losers had scattered after that summer. Bev had gone to live with relatives out of state, Eddie had been dragged off to a new town by his mom, and eventually the rest of the Losers moved off as well, forgetting about Derry, that summer… and each other.

All except for Mike. He had stayed, and when It had resurfaced 27 years later, he had gathered the Losers Club to fight It again, this time defeating It for good. However, defeating It had come with a price. This time, Stan hadn't made it back to Derry and Eddie hadn't made it to the end.

Ben glanced around the circle. Each of his fellow remaining Losers were, like him, puffy-eyed and tear-streaked. They had agreed to meet one last time on their way out of town -- Bill was heading back west with the new, 'happier' ending for the film that was being made out of one of his books. Mike had decided since It was really and truly gone that he was moving on to Florida. Richie was heading back to L.A. Beverly… Actually Ben didn't know exactly what Beverly's plans were. He knew she needed to go back to Chicago to 'wrap up some loose ends' but had no idea what her plans were beyond that.

It had taken 27 years, but Bev had finally figured out that Ben was the one who had written her the poem. Besides that underwater kiss at the Quarry though they hadn't discussed the poem or the fact that Ben had carried around the yearbook page that Beverly had signed in his wallet.

The Losers were currently holding an impromptu memorial service for Stan and Eddie before going their separate ways, and each had shared a memory about Stan and Eddie, respectively. Ben had gone first, then Mike, then Bill and Beverly, until finally it was Richie's turn as the last Loser to share. Ben listened with a chuckle as Richie reminisced about Stan's bar mitzvah, when Stan had basically told all of the adults in the congregation to go fuck themselves, and now he was about to say something about Eddie. Richie sniffled. "I have to tell you guys something."

The rest of the Losers waited patiently.

Richie took a deep breath. "I'm gay, and when we were kids I was in love with Eddie. I was head-over-heels in love with him, and I never got a chance to tell him before he moved away. Then we came back here and all my old feelings for him came rushing back like I was 13 again."

Ben placed a hand on Richie's shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze. He could relate--well, not the being gay part, but being in love with someone and not directly getting to tell them how he felt before it was too late. Fortunately for Ben, however, he had a second chance.

January embers

He quickly glanced over at Beverly, who was watching Richie speak with fresh tears in her eyes.

"He saved us," Richie continued. "Telling us about choking the leper and making it small… if it hadn't been for him then none of us would've made it out. But Eddie deserved to make it out too. He deserved to live..." He broke down into sobs.

Ben and Beverly both moved to wrap Richie in a hug as he cried, and Mike and Bill placed encouraging hands on his back.

When Richie seemed to have calmed down somewhat, Ben asked, "You ok, man?"

Richie nodded. "Eddie should've been here celebrating with the rest of us. I never got a chance to tell him how I felt before he died, but I figure if I at least tell our best friends, it'll make not getting to tell him hurt just a little bit less."

He sighed. "Life is short -- I missed my chance with Eddie, but don't you guys pass up the opportunity to tell the ones you love how you feel."

With one final sniffle he wiped his eyes. "I made all those jokes about banging Eddie's mom when we were kids when really all I wanted to do was bang Eddie," he joked.

Ben couldn't help but smile.

Bill's phone went off with an alert. "Shoot, guys. I hate to cut this short but Richie and I have a flight back to L.A. in an hour."

"I should probably get going too," Mike added.

Ben and the rest of the Losers gave them each a brief hug. "We'll stay in touch this time," Bill promised as he gave Beverly a hug, and Ben couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of jealousy before chastising himself. Bill is your friend, you ass. What he and Beverly had ended long ago. Besides, Bill is happily married. Beverly was married too, but from what Ben had gathered he suspected it wasn't too happily.

He watched as Bill and Mike climbed up the ladder to the surface, followed soon by Richie. As Richie's footsteps faded, Ben could hear Beverly say, "I think he knew."

He turned to her. "What?"

Beverly gestured toward the ladder. "Eddie. I think he knew how Richie felt about him, and I think he felt the same way about Richie." She sighed. "They would've been happy together."

Ben nodded. "Yeah, I could see it too between them. The way they would look at each other when they thought the other one wasn't looking." That hit a little too close to home, he thought.

He cleared his throat before changing the subject. "Hey, can I ask you about something? Something personal. And it's ok if you don't want to talk about it, but…" he trailed off.

Beverly nodded and took a seat on the bench that Ben had made their sophomore year of high school, after Beverly had left and Ben started getting more into architecture in order to keep his mind occupied. She patted the spot next to her.

Ben took a seat and was silent for a few moments while he collected his thoughts. How do I go about this?

Finally, he decided that the direct approach would probably be best. "When we got here… back to Derry, I mean… I noticed bruises on your arm at dinner. Then when you flinched away from me… Is everything ok, Bev?"

Beverly paled and wouldn't make eye contact with Ben, instead choosing to look at the floor. "Tom… my husband… he wasn't very happy that I was leaving so suddenly," she explained. "We-- we got into a fight, and he-- he--" she broke off.

Ben stiffened. "Was that the first time?"

"No," Beverly whispered, then started crying. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Hey," Ben said gently, slowly reaching for Bev and giving her plenty of time to back away. Instead of rejecting his offer of comfort, however, Beverly leaned into Ben's embrace, allowing him to wrap his arms around her as her body wracked with sobs. "There's absolutely no need to apologize for anything. None of anything that you have gone through is your fault, okay? None of it. Not the shit we went through with Pennywise, or anything your dad or your husband put you through. You hear me? None of it was your fault and you have every right to be upset." Ben stroked Bev's hair soothingly as he held her. "You're safe with me, Bev. You're safe. I swear on my life that as long as I am breathing no one will ever harm you again."

Beverly hiccuped. "Thank you," she whispered, tightening her hold on Ben. "Thank you." She sniffled and leaned back to look at him face-to-face.

When they were kids Ben had thought that Beverly was a beautiful girl; now he thought that she was a beautiful woman. He wiped the tears from her face with his thumbs, letting his hands gently rest on her cheeks. "You deserve all the happiness in the world," he said, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Beverly reached up to wrap her hands around Ben's. "I should have realized all those years ago that you were the one who wrote me the poem."

Ben tilted his head to the side. "How do you figure?"

Beverly smirked. "Bill's a great writer but he's no poet, Eddie and Richie were too busy arguing and making moony eyes at each other to be interested in anyone else, Stan probably either would've been too nervous to leave the note or would've 'fessed up almost immediately, and Mike was just trying to survive the summer-- I don't think he even thought of me as a girl at the time." She paused. "But you… you saw me, didn't you? You've always seen me. Your hair is winter fire," she recited. "January embers."

"My heart burns there too," Ben finished. "Still does. Always has in fact, although I didn't always quite remember why I was carrying around a yearbook page with only one signature on it."

Beverly smiled. "It's ok, New Kid," she said, then the next thing Ben knew Beverly was kissing him.

Their second (okay, technically third) kiss was even better than their first (okay, second). Considering the fact that Beverly was still in the Deadlights' thrall and wasn't even conscious for the first one as kids, Ben figured that shouldn't even count. Their first kiss as adults, shared under the dirty water of the quarry, paled in comparison to the feel of Beverly's lips on his own at that moment.

For a split second Ben thought maybe this was all another Pennywise-induced hallucination, then had the brief notion that maybe he had died in the battle and somehow made it to heaven instead of whatever hellscape Pennywise inhabited.

He realized it was neither when Beverly ran her fingers through his hair and gave it a slight tug, making him moan.

"Jesus, Bev," he muttered, pulling her into his lap and seeking permission to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly they heard a voice:

"It's about fuckin' time!"

They whipped their heads around to see Richie, Bill, and Mike, all watching them with shit-eating grins on their faces.

"What are you guys doing back here?" Ben asked as Bev giggled and buried her face in his neck.

Richie gestured to a now-blushing Bill. "Billy here forgot his wallet, so we came back down to get it. Didn't know we were gonna get a show as well."

"Beep beep, Richie," Bill said.

Richie ignored him. "So this is finally happening, huh? You two gonna ride off into the sunset together?"

Ben shrugged then looked at Bev, who was biting her kiss-swollen bottom lip to keep from laughing. "The man's got a point... What do you say? Come to Nebraska with me?"

Bev seemed to consider it for a few moments."I have a few things to take care of in Chicago first, so would you mind stopping off there on the way?"

"Bev, I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth and beyond if you asked me to," Ben said honestly.

Bev's answering smile made Ben fall just a little bit more in love with her.

"Okay, well, that's our exit," Bill, who had snuck over to the corner and retrieved his wallet from the table, said. "Come on, guys, let's leave them alone."

"Congratulations, you two," Mike said before heading back up the ladder.

"We'll see you guys again soon," Bill added before following.

"And remember," Richie yelled down as he disappeared out of sight, "practice safe sex!"

Ben shook his head fondly. "Richie is such an asshole."

"Yeah," Beverly agreed with a grin, "but he's our asshole."

"True." Ben bit his lip and slid his hands up Beverly's sides. "Now, were were we?"

Beverly smirked. "I believe about right here," she replied as she sought Ben's lips out once more.

#it: chapter 2 #it: chapter two #it: ch 2 #Post-film #benverly #ben x beverly #with a side of Reddie feels #tcmf writes

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