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I've Been Running 'Round in Circles in My Mind by indigofudge
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
03 Nov 2021
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"Memories hit him in full force like a tsunami. He remembers lying in the hammock, Richie’s hand on his knee. He remembers sharing popsicles and Cokes and bags of salt and vinegar chips. He remembers floating on their backs in the quarry, pointing out clouds shaped like dicks. He remembers cleaning Richie’s scraped knees and papercuts and the forehead gash he got after the rock fight. He remembers sitting pressed up against each other, bickering over comic books.
He remembers Richie, and he remembers loving Richie, and it doesn’t even come as a shock - more like turning the attic light on for the first time in years."
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Eddie wakes up from a coma, with Richie by his side.
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Title is from the song Can’t Fight This Feeling, by REO Speedwagon.
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So Listen Dear, Won’t You Meet Me Here While I’m Bringing in the New Year by peachrayne
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
16 Jan 2021
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“Fuck you, I would have gotten it eventually,” Richie shoots back, even as he rushes to save the game quickly, and then tosses the controller to the side. “I’m bored," he declares loudly.
He stares resolutely at the TV the same way he’s been avoiding Eddie’s eyes most of the night, like he’s too nervous to meet Eddie’s gaze.
“You were the one who wanted to play video games all night,” Eddie grumbles, glaring at the side of his face. When we could be making out instead, he complains in his own head, but refuses to say aloud.
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It’s New Years Eve, and Eddie’s just waiting for Richie to make a move already.
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tipping point by glowingshadows
Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King, IT (2017)
28 Feb 2021
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There was a tingling sensation on Eddie’s shoulder, like pins and needles. Heart thudding, he slid down the tree to sit on the ground. His breath caught, and he paused for a second, took a deep breath in like he was about to dive into the ocean, and yanked at the neck of his t-shirt, looking down at his collarbone, eyes searching for the soulmark.
And there, scrawled in cramped handwriting, were a pair of initials that Eddie could barely make out in the dark, tattooed right above the bone. He squinted, making out an ‘R’ and with further inspection, a ‘T’ following it.
There was a moment where Eddie remained blissfully unaware, sitting in the dark forest, the chirping of the crickets and cicadas fading away to near-silent as he processed the letters, closing his eyes and thinking.
R, T.
RT.
RT...
Eddie’s eyes flew open, and the realisation came like a slap to the face.
RT. Richie Tozier.