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[Request Edit; OT3; Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, and Richie Tozier (IT 2017/It by Stephen King] [Requested by Jude ( @trustgifted )]

Hello all! Here is another request edit for Jude ( @trustgifted ) who requested an OT3 edit for Eddie, Bill, and Richie from IT. I love the Losers Club as a whole, and this dynamic is no different. I hope you enjoy!

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                     It had been a BAD DAY, worse than usual.  W e a k n e s s ?? Witnessed by not only but his BEST FRIEND, the one who meant so much too much for any words he could muster ?? No, the guilt chokes at his throat, thoughts racing, though one thought very clear — you have to handle this on your own. && as they often do, locutions fail him, instead uttering cruelty he did not mean. 

          “Just g-go !!” Ocean gaze begs the opposite     /      STAY !! && yet jaw clenches, fists tight at his sides as he meanders closer.  Press on, push away. “Go HOME && f-f-fix up your own s-sh-shit before you talk about mine. T-Th-That is if anyone c-cares enough to li-listen.” @itisaspook​  //  CON’T.

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this blog is a TREASURE

e x c e l l e n t . i have just lured another poor soul into thinking that this is a quality blog. 

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itisagift replied to your post: me ignoring all the pain: where’s my au where...

( don’t forget he’s a hell of a mechanic like… tiny queer with grease all over his face and hands i’m sure mom loved that )

he’s TINY he’s QUEER he’s got MUSCLES and he’s gonna BUILD THE SHIT OUT OF A SOAPBOX DERBY CAR

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❝Tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.❞

RICHARD SIKEN STARTERS !

    that’s the thing, though, isn’t it? it’s always been a mixed bag, always been a little of both. running with the losers means never losing your breath. it also means facing the scariest shit you can think of, again, and again, and again. meekly, eddie reaches for his jacket pocket. his aspirator isn’t there. of course it isn’t.

    his breath wheezes out between them, almost whistling ( SOMEONE TURN EDDIE OFF, HE’S REACHED FULL BOIL! ). the derry town house is quiet. it’s hard to believe anyone fucking works there at all.

    “i think i’ve always been miserable, rich.” he thinks of his mother, her cloying, overbearing love. he thinks of myra, of her comfortable stagnation, familiarity. he thinks of the leper, disgusting and terrifying and making promises that eddie hadn’t turned him down on. i’ll blow you for a quarter. i’ll blow you for free.

    forgetting derry was easy, good, even. forgetting richie is shaping up to be one of the worst mistakes of his life. we’ve wasted so much time. i’ve wasted so much time.

    he reaches out, snags richie first by his jacket sleeve, then circles his hand around his wrist instead. his mind flashes back to the day they cut their palms, made the oath, and eddie’s hand finds its way into richie’s. firm. apologetic. sincere. “i’m ready to try and stop being miserable, though. twenty-seven years late, but better than not at all, right?”

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@itisagift liked for a canon dialogue starter !

    the residents of derry may not understand why the town’s taken on such a foreboding pallor ( lightning storms without rain, dark skies in the middle of the afternoon, a blanket of humidity that seems to be trying to suffocate everyone beneath it ) but eddie has a feeling it’s not just a coincidence, not just another strange happenstance in a town with a history of horror. without thinking about it, he drifts closer to richie on the sidewalk. “how much do you think it knows about what we’re doing now?”

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@itisagift: 🖐 - " liz, what the... what the *fuck* happened? your hands... why are -- did you cut yourself this badly on the *roses*? *how*? "

               ‘ IT-ITS NOT THAT BAD . ’ she murmurs , holding her bandaged hands closer to her chest . she was partially pleased he’d assumed that the injuries were from work and not her getting in trouble at school . ‘ just kinda got distracted ... ’ she was lying and it was clear on her face . ‘ don’t worry ‘bout it richie . ’

soft starters  /  accepting

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          ‘ richie . ’ and he’s going off again , always worried about her safety ( she was glad he was but it had its off moments ) when she should be worrying about his . ‘ richie you called me , you were freaking out- there’s-there’s no way i could let you come back here with out at least my moral support , besides- ’ she wanted to see that thing dead , make sure the job was done properly this time so that she could sleep easy for the first time in just under three decades .

         at the sight of his phone she acts quick , taking it from his hands and pocketing it . she’s made up her mind . she’s not leaving . ‘ richie i’m here to help , i’m not going to just go to new york and sit on my ass while you possibly get yourself killed ! ’

@itisagift  /  continued .