#idk as soon as that scene happened in the movie my stomach dropped bc i KNEW people were going to be fucking weird about it

[raytoroapologist]

putting Conclave on a fucking shelf until you all learn to be normal about intersex people.

[bleep-bleep-richie]

"In a way I can’t return" REDDIE IF YOU CATCH MY DRIFT

like literally why'd you have to fuck me all the way up like this??? (but thank you so soooo much for sending this omg ok) (also, idk if this is what you meant bc im BAD at catching drifts)uhhhh major angst aheadcanon compliant up until the final showdown scene in the movie----------------Richie had rushed to Eddie's side as soon as It had thrown him against the wall and Eddie had hit the ground. He let the others deal with whatever the clown had turned into now. His only focus was on the boy laying completely still with his eyes closed. Richie dropped to his knees and gently placed Eddie's head in his lap. "Eddie, hey. Hey, open your eyes, look at me."Eddie didn't move for the longest minute of Richie's life. "Eds, please, you have to wake up. Please."Eddie's eyes shot open and he bolted upright briefly only to fall back into Richie, his back against Richie's chest. He breathed in with a wheeze. "I think," he sucked in another hollow breath, "my lung is punctured."Richie pulled Eddie practically into his lap, tightening his arms around Eddie's middle. He buried his head in Eddie's hair, his voice coming out muffled. "No, you're fine. You're gonna be fine.""Richie," Eddie wheezed. Sympathetic. Comforting."No!" Richie insisted, "everything is fine. Look, they killed It."It was true. The losers, now realizing something was terribly wrong with Eddie, were rushing over. "What happened?" Stan asked."My lung," Eddie struggled to explain, every breath hurting his insides. "Can't breathe.""He's gonna be fine," Richie said. "We just have to get him out of here." He looked up to Bev, the only one who knew how he really, truly felt about the boy in his arms. "He's gonna be fine," he repeated to her.Bev glanced at Bill, at Stan, at Mike and then Ben. She placed a hand on Richie's arm, the one still locked over Eddie's stomach, holding him in place. "Rich," she started. "No!" Richie yelled. "Help me get him up." He started to lift Eddie under the arms, only to have the boy screaming in agony. "Richie," Eddie hissed in pain as he twisted his torso to look up at his friend. "It's no use."Tears were slipping off Richie's nose now and onto Eddie's face. "You," Richie hiccuped a sob, "you can't, Eds. You just can't."The rest of the losers were sobbing as well, but Eddie's eyes never left Richie. He lifted a hand to wipe tears off Richie's cheeks, wincing. "Don't call me Eds."Richie laughed in spite of the situation, leaning into Eddie's hand. "Eddie, I... I should have told you. I love you, Eddie. You can't die because I love you.""Oh, Richie," Eddie croaked out. "I always knew. And I..." Eddie tried breathing in again, his gasps providing no oxygen. He went limp in Richie's arms.The losers enveloped the two boys, their combined sorrow echoing off the walls. --------------When Eddie woke up later, he had a terrible ache in his left side, a pounding in his head, and a mouth so dry it felt like he'd swallowed cotton. He squinted into the lights above him, and the first thing he saw should not have surprised him. Richie was sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed, feet kicked up on the bed, a near empty pudding cup in his hand with the spoon hanging out of his mouth. His head was turned towards the tiny television at the front of the room. Eddie tried to swallow. "Ri-" he tried, but nothing more would come out.It didn't matter. Richie sat up fast, pudding and tv forgotten, grabbed Eddie's hand. "Eddie Spaghetti!" he hollered. Eddie winced. "Oh, sorry," Richie said in a softer voice. "You're awake.""Yeah," Eddie groaned. He subconsciously squeezed Richie's hand. Richie grinned at him. "They thought you were a goner for sure, but I kept telling 'em. I kept saying, 'my little Eds, he's a fighter.' And here you are." "What happened?" "Pierced lung, just like you said. They got ya all patched up, though." Richie glanced towards the door. "I should probably call the nurse in. Your mom too. She's down getting lunch in the-""Richie, wait," Eddie interjected, surprised when Richie went silent. "In the sewer, when I thought I was... did you mean what you said?" Richie looked down at their combined hands, playing with Eddie's fingers. "'Course I did."Eddie smiled. His side was screaming, his head was on fire, his throat felt like sandpaper, and Richie Tozier loved him. It was a good day. ---------------------lol y'all thought i was rly gonna kill my son???? also, here's a disclaimer: i know nothing about puncturing a lung and how or if that can be fixed sooooo. im sorry if this isn't what you wanted buuuuut thanks again for sending it to me!!!!