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HANBROUGH CANON?!?!?!

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Eddie had not, actually, suffered any form of short-term memory loss from the incident in the laundry room the week before. It was just that 20 years’ worth of a memory was fighting a single month’s, and so when Richie, ass up on the carpet floor, ruffling through a bottom shelf of old VHS tapes, called out a muffled “babe” into their shared living room space, Eddie didn’t respond.

He was a little distracted with a work email, anyway. It was Sunday, so he was the only one, but Stan was caught up in a crossword on the couch adjacent. Mike was leaning in, watching over his shoulder, Ben and Bill were folded over each other two cushions away, still trying to wake up, and Bev was in the kitchen making coffee. Richie called out “babe!” again, a little more emphatic, and Eddie furrowed his brows, something stirring in the back of his mind. Slow, but sure.

He half-closed his laptop and looked over at his roommates, who had not so much as flinched in the last five minutes.

“Is…is he talking to me?”

Stan eyed him over his newspaper and, by way of answering, said: “well, no one else has swapped spit with the guy.”

“Well that’s not true,” Bev argued, coming in from the kitchen and gently kicking Bill’s shin. He startled awake, and she handed him one of the two mugs in her hands.

Eddie grimaced, tuning out whatever quiet explanation Bev and Stan began digging into and setting his laptop aside to meet Richie by the book case in the corner of the room.

“Rich?”

He was still bent over, on his knees on the floor, head practically inside the shelf. “Babe,” he said again, strained. Not Eddie, not Eds. Not Dr. Kaspbrak, Your Wife Is On The Line—No, But Really. Something fluttered stupidly in Eddie’s chest as Richie pulled away some from the shelf, face flushed and slightly sweaty.

“Say that again?” Eddie asked, like he’s misheard.

“Babe?”

“Oh,” Eddie said, because he couldn’t get away with it twice. “Yeah?”

Richie let a frustrated puff of air, collapsing back into a cross-legged position. “I can’t find the home video I brought back from my mom’s.”

“The…” Eddie trailed off, blanking.

“You know,” Richie said, giving one last check through the stack by his ankles. “From Christmas of ‘93.”

God. God. Eddie’s previous charm staggered awkwardly, inevitably stayed, even as realization flooded in—embarrassment a quiet guest—and if that wasn’t half the reason he was in love with the guy in the first place, well. Better not mention it.

Nobody batted an eye when he pinned Richie to the ground and insisted being told what the hell he wanted with that particular tape anyway. Ben was still snoring.

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reddie AU where Richie busks for extra cash at a subway station, (my go to reason being that he has a rescue cat that he needs to pay vet bills for) he’s a well known face there, often takes requests to keep folks happy,

maybe Eddie’s just moved for college, starts getting the subway there and back. and most days he’ll see the cute guy with the guitar, eventually he starts heading earlier so he can sit and enjoy his singing for a while before his commute

Richie thinks Eddie’s hot, he’ll send winks to make him blush. He’ll sing sillier/upbeat songs if Eddie looks upset or stressed, he sings “Always Look On The Bright Side of Life” with an exaggerated English accent and sees Eddie giggle over his study notes

Eddie never approaches him, and usually Richie would be miffed that somebody would sit and listen to multiple songs and not even drop a dollar into his guitar case. But he makes an exception for the man with the pretty brown doe eyes

He’s pretty sure there’s some non verbal flirting going on, he’s seen Eddie look him up and down. Quickly avert his gaze when he sees that Richie caught him looking

One day he waits for Eddie to wander into the station and he starts singing Brown Eyed Girl, totally aimed at Eddie, gets the shy reaction he hoped for

He sees Eddie scribble something onto his notebook and rip it out. Suddenly he’s walking over and dropping it into Richie’s guitar case, walking away to get into the subway carriage

It turns out to be his number, they get coffee, and obviously they fall in love

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stan and patty’s daughter had absolutely the best childhood because she was raised by the most caring and loving parents as well as 6 idiots (also caring and loving)

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richie on stage: I came across this twitter account that was just thirst tweets about me. guess there was a gap in the market for middle aged, weird looking dad like bi dudes. there was one that said ‘I’d sit on richie tozier’s face just to shut him the fuck up’ which was nice. then I saw my husband retweeted it and said ‘doesn’t work’

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something to show you

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Every post-Chapter 2 reddie fanfiction:

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Mr and Mr Tozier

Beautiful art by the wonderful and talented @meowsteryyy ~ ***(Posted with Permission - Commissioned Artwork - Please Do Not Use or Repost)***

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“Wow, you look nervous,” Richie chuckled.

“I am nervous. Are you not nervous? How are you this calm?” Eddie said rapidly, with a jerky gesture in his direction.

“Well, if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s walking out in front of a bunch of people when someone calls my name loudly through a microphone.”

Eddie turned a wide-eyed glance to the double doors in front of them, listening to the low hum of voices and scraping back of chairs on the wooden floor that indicated that their guests were taking their seats.

Richie shook his head and took the couple of steps separating them. “I can’t believe this is the part you’re the most nervous of, Eds. We literally stood in front of these same people and got married in front of them, like, twenty minutes ago.”

Eddie turned his attention back up to Richie - eyebrows scrunched low over his eyes and mouth turned down into a worried line. Richie leaned forward and kissed the wrinkle between his eyebrows. He remembered how badly he'd wanted to do that when they met again at the Jade. And virtually every time he'd seen him after that. Richie reached out and gently cupped a hand over Eddie’s scarred cheek, feeling an odd sense of deja vu for a time when his worried brown eyes peered up at him just like that, in a dark, dank cavern right before they fought fear itself. This time though, he’d just married the wonderful man who had proposed to him, and there was nothing that was ever going to come between them again.

Richie smiled softly, feeling a familiar burn at the corners of his eyes. He’d smiled so much that the muscles around his eyes were aching where they’d been pushed and crinkled all day by his uncontrollable grin. The only time he’d stopped was when he’d burst into tears at the altar mid-vows. Eddie had smiled, said, “c’mere you big baby”, and wiped his tears away. (He'd even wiped his nose with the decorative handkerchief out of his own pocket, and if that wasn’t true love Richie didn’t know what was.)

“You’re braver than you think,” Richie said eventually, his voice thick with the same kind of certainty he’d had back then too.

Eddie let out a breath of air and his pinched lips relaxed as his whole expression softened.

God, he loved him so much.

“I just want to stay here with you really,” Eddie admitted with a soft smile.

“Don’t tempt me! We can miss the meal, I don’t care, fuck the rest of the wedding! We did the important bit! Just say the word, Eds, we can run away and get married in Vegas!”

“Rich, I am not having a Vegas wedding. We literally just got married. We’re still at our current wedding.” Eddie’s dark eyes twinkled with amusement.

Richie looked towards the ceiling and willed himself not to cry just before they had to walk into the dining hall full of their friends and family.

Eddie smiled and Richie could feel it under the hands still cradling his cheeks. His scar shone out of the hollow beneath one of his thumbs, so he stroked it gently over the raised scratch of silver. “We really did it,” he croaked in a cracked and watery voice.

“We did it... We’re still doing it,” Eddie said with a huff of amusement. Then his attention suddenly returned to the door. "Oh, shit, we’re about to get announced in. Fuck. I need a drink... my mouth is so dry.”

“Well my hands are so sweaty - you can lick ‘em.”

Eddie let out a burst of honking laughter, and it was the most ridiculous, beautiful sound Richie had ever heard. Warmth shot through his whole body as he watched his new husband barely hold himself together. God, he’d lived to see Eddie laugh like that when they were kids, but even now, there was nothing better in the whole world.

“You’re so gross,” Eddie managed eventually.

“Is that a no?” Richie asked with feigned innocence, pushing his palms towards Eddie’s face. He swatted them away with noises of protest between his laughter, which only prompted Richie to laugh too - all nasal snorts - and he wiggled his fingers playfully before he tried to smoosh his large hands over Eddie’s mouth.

They were so lost in their own world of laughter and love that they almost missed the announcement of, “Everybody cheer for Mr and Mr Tozier!”, as the doors in front of them swung open.

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happy new year, heres bill denbroughs existential crisis

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isn’t this what happened at the stand pipe

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Post-deadlight fix it?

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Myra starts a smear campaign against Richie complete with merch so Richie buys a shirt that says “Richie tozier is a godless whore” and Eddie gets one that says “Richie toziers dick is one and a half inches long” and they wear them every day

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Myra starts a smear campaign against Richie complete with merch so Richie buys a shirt that says “Richie tozier is a godless whore” and Eddie gets one that says “Richie toziers dick is one and a half inches long” and they wear them every day

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livin that married life

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When you marry a comedian