“You punched me in the face, you made me walk through shitty water, brought me to a fucking crackhead house and now… I’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown. Welcome to The Losers’ Club, asshole!”
im imagining an au where everyone survives at the end of ch2, and bill goes on to write a novel inspired by the events of the losers club. he doesn’t tell the exact story of pennywise- just a monster loosely based off of IT and a group of characters inspired by his best friends.
when it finally comes out of course the losers read it, and as richie’s reading it he can quickly identify which characters are supposed to be who, and he has to say he’s a little flattered by his own character’s portrayal. but then as he keeps reading, he begins to pick up on the way that his character and what is clearly eddie’s character interact with each other….. to the point where richie calls up bill and asks him why there’s a whole romantic sub plot between his and eddie’s characters. bill, who would definitely win an award for the most oblivious person out there, is confused, he’s like “??? i didn’t write any romance between you guys…?”
and richie’s like “no you did, they way they’re acting, it’s so obvious that there’s something more going on there.” and bill just says, “i don’t know what to tell you, man, i just wrote them the exact same way that the two of you used to be when we were kids.”
and that’s when it all hit richie, that eddie- his childhood crush who he realized he never really fell out of love with after reuniting after 27 years- maybe felt the same way. meanwhile eddie is also reading the book and freaking out because “holy shit i never thought i was that obvious about my feelings for him but jesus christ how did he never notice if this is the way we were acting with each other ?!?!?!!?!??”
Richie: Why did you write us gay?
Bill: … I didn’t? What’re you talking about?
Richie: But the characters who are Eddie and me are acting so gay together.
Bill: … Dunno what to tell you, dude. I just wrote them like you two used to act together.
Richie: So you’re saying … we acted gay?
Bill: No, *you’re* saying you acted gay. Have fun with contemplating the ramifications of that.
A/N: so the new installment of IT absolutely took over my life so that’s fun, wrote this small drabble because reddie stole my heart and i couldn’t help it
basis: Eddie patching up Richie after being beaten up by the Bowers gang walking home from the arcade alone
Richie involuntarily sat on the edge of the counter, wincing as Eddie dabbed a cotton ball soaked with isopropyl alcohol to his forehead.
“God, careful with that shit, won’t you Dr. K?” Richie scowled. “It stings a lot like me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie scrunched up his face, annoyed.
“Stings like a motherfucker,” Richie smirked.
“Oh cut it with the mom jokes, won’t you?” Eddie groaned.
“Hey, what can I say?” Richie continued. “Your mom just can’t get enough of me.”
“Beep, beep Richie,” Eddie glared.
“Alright, alright,” he relented.
“I can’t believe you nearly cracked your skull open, jackass,” Eddie muttered. He brushed back a lock of stray hair from Richie’s face, inspecting the wound carefully, half disgusted, half concerned.
“You know how Bowers is,” Richie huffed, starting to frown and quiet down a little bit. “It usually isn’t much of a fight.”
“Yeah, I know,” Eddie sighed, noting the unusual lack of noise coming from his friend. A moment of silence fell upon the small bathroom as Eddie prepared another cotton ball, neither of the two boys talking. Eddie decided to finally break the silence. “You okay, Trashmouth? You usually never shut up, especially after this kind of stuff.”
“Just thinking,” Richie mumbled, staring off into the corner.
“Hey,” Eddie pulled away from the wound, softening his expression. “Whatever those assholes said or did, you know they’re just being a bunch of dicks right?”
“Yeah, nothing new, Eds,” Richie rolled his eyes, trying to force out a laugh, but still refusing to make eye contact with Eddie. “A black eye, a bit of blood, and some name calling.” He nodded slowly. “I’m a stupid faggot again today.”
“You’re not. Not today, not ever,” Eddie narrowed his eyes. “This, all of this, it’s just them trying to get to you. Don’t let it. None of the bullshit that comes out of their mouths is ever true, okay?”
“Yeah…” Richie murmured, still seeming distracted, brow furrowed, chewing on his lower lip.
“Hey come on, what’s wrong, Rich?” Eddie finally tossed the cotton ball in the wastebasket, pausing the amateur medical treatment to bring Richie back down to earth. “You’re being awfully quiet for someone whose mouth rarely ever closes.”
“What-” he stopped, looking at the smaller boy, almost teary eyed behind his thick rimmed glasses. “What if it was?”
“What if what was? What are you talking about?” Eddie asked, confused.
“What they said,” he answered. “What if it was true? What if I was, I was…”
“What if you were what?” Eddie wondered, worried himself now as to what his friend could have been so worked up about.
“A faggot,” Richie blurted out, embarassed, looking down into his lap at this point. Eddie noticed how his knuckles turned white from clutching the edge of the countertop, arms shaking, nervous and afraid.
“I mean…” Eddie looked at him, a bit shocked but also thoughtful. “Well, I’d still like you just the same. You being…” His voice got soft. “Richie, that’s not going to change anything.”
“Really?” he looked up, hopeful, yet hesitant.
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Of course.”
“…Really?” the messy haired boy repeated the question, tilting his head to the side in confusion, swallowing hard, recovering from the overwhelming amount of anxiety that came with revealing his secret. “How come?”
“Cause like you said, maybe Bowers and his band of goonies were right for once,” Eddie shrugged, finding himself looking towards the ground too now, a bit nervous. “Not just about you, but uh, about me too.”
There was a moment of realization before Richie perked up, stunned. “You like boys, Eds?” he raised an eyebrow, almost dumbfounded.
“Well,” Eddie’s face turned red. “I mean… Yeah, I like- I like-” He looked at his best friend, terrified but excited to tell him all the same. “I like you, Richie.”
I’m deep in the IT hole and reddie and basically hyperfixating on the love I’ve had for the losers in 1997 so here I am making icons for lio, milo, and i on twitter
i’m holding an interest check for my 2020 reddie plush- reblogs are super appreciated!! link is on the image (sorry, dont wanna risk tumblr eating the post for linking) pls read the form thoroughly if you want to fill it out! if the project gets enough interest, this’ll most likely be the final time i release these.
