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.”
Back at it again with the Losers club to celebrate IT chapter 2 this time Stan uris who, spoiler, slit his wrist not even 60 pages into the book. Plus, although I drew it, I refuse to get rid of the balloons cause I ain’t tryna have slit wrists on my account. At least not this one. If you want the uncensored on hit me up or go to my 2nd insta @1through7
Как насчёт понакидать артов на тему фильма “ОНО”? Я решил вновь вернуться к этому фэндому,и не прочь попотеть и потратить свои силы,чтобы на этих выходных в моём блоге красовалось штук пять таких постов (я постараюсь сделать как можно больше) ;)
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Good day to all!
How about some art on the theme of the movie “IT”? I decided to return to this fandom again, and would not mind sweating and spending my energy to have about five such posts on my blog this weekend (I will try to do as many as possible);)
