“ ‘Remember that hot guy I couldn’t stop turning around to stare at while watching the movie? Y’know, the one I stalked? He’s being hilarious in my math class full of nerds.’ You honestly think that’s my fault, Eds?”
Eddie felt his cheeks heating up, because Richie was right about all of it. Well, most of it. “My name is Eddie, not Eds. And I didn’t stal–”
“Nice to meet you, Eddie. See, isn’t that better? Eddie and Richie, Richie and Eddie. R plus E. It has a nice ring to it.”
- Part 1 of True colors
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03 Apr 2021
“Rich, what the fuck.”
“What,” Richie says breathlessly, pushing up into Eddie’s grip with a weak sound.
Eddie stares, as he did five months ago, at the dick in his hand. Not that it was in his hand at the time. “I thought maybe I, like. Exaggerated it in my mind. But it’s really that fucking big.”
“Huh?” Richie blinks at him dumbly, jaw slack and abs tensing.
“Rich, I don’t even know what to do with all of this.”
or, Richie has a big dick, and Eddie is into it.
- Part 1 of Stupid Deep
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (2017), IT (Movies - Muschietti)
19 Sep 2018
the instruction or improvement of a person morally or intellectually.
Eddie thinks that sometimes, the saddest stuff life is made of isn’t the permanence of death, but the tragedy of losing something you can still have.
or, Eddie Kaspbrak falls and learns how not to hit the ground.
- Part 1 of the love of the losers' club
One of Richie’s hands then pats the back of Eddie’s head, and out-of-fucking nowhere, Eddie feels his anger fizzle out like a wet match. Because? He’s being hugged? By Richie? In the adult section of the video rental store? And it doesn’t feel terrible?
In which the Losers plan a sleepover, and Richie and Eddie don't plan on catching feelings.
- Part 1 of first time he kissed a boy
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
03 Nov 2019
Richie runs all the way to Eddie’s. He has a bike but he can’t remember, just now, where he put it. Everything feels real, feels — the gravel hurt his shoeless feet, his lungs burn when he gets tired, there’s a cut on his chin that aches a little. It feels real but things always felt real, with It.
You can’t trust how you feel or what you see. That’s the core of the terror of It. That everything is real and nothing is real and all of it can kill you.
Richie clambers up the drainage pipe and shoves open Eddie’s window. He’s afraid to look. He’s afraid of what It has prepared for him.
But it’s nothing. It’s just Eddie, small, young, cast still on his arm. He’s curled up on his side and is using the cast as the world’s worst pillow.
“Holy shitballs what the fucking shit,” breathes Richie, lunging forward to fling himself on top of Eddie’s sleeping form. “Don’t scream, don’t scream, hey — Eddie! Eddie, shut the fuck up, you’re going to wake your mom, it’s me! It’s me.”
OR: Richard Tozier goes to sleep on a plane in 2016, and wakes up in 1989.