The Aftermath (Reddie)

Epilogue

Richie's POV

I woke up with a splitting head ache. Must have been drinking again.

And everything was too fucking bright, I shielded my poor eyes with my hand.

There was a sigh, but it didn't come from me.

Who the fuck snuck into my apartment last night? Did I hook up with someone? That didn't sound like me.

"Richie," the voice said gently.

It was a man's voice, soft and comforting and familiar. But it made me sad somehow.

I groaned, "what's the fucking time?" I asked. Damn, my voice was scratchy.

The man seemed to sigh again and placed a hand on my shoulder to shake me awake.

I squinted my eyes open wider, the light didn't seem as bad. All I could see of this mystery man was his dark outline, his features were slowly coming into view.

"You're fucking dead you dipshit!" the man hissed.

"What?!"

My eyes were wide now and fully adjusted. I took in the man.

I had hardly even glanced at the annoyance plastered on his face before I knew right away.

"Eddie!" I exclaimed and hugged him, "You're alive!"

I washed pushed away from Eddie, he gave me a most disappointing look.

"Did I not just say you were dead?" He scoffed and shook his head, "We. Died." he said bluntly.

I stared down at my hands. I was dead? How?

I remembered last night - well, not really - and then this morning I had... oh shit. I was dead.

"What I sick way to die," I muttered to myself, "Richie Tozier, comedian, plowed down from his own idiocy."

Eddie didn't laugh. Instead he glared and folding his arms across his chest.

"Dude," I pouted, "why are you mad at me?"

And then the hyper Eddie I knew and loved came out and started jumping and pointing in my face, "You weren't supposed to die Dickwad! You were supposed to live a long life and then die of old age or some boring shit!"

"Yeah well, you weren't supposed to die either! SO I guess we are even," I huffed.

We just stood glaring playfully at each other before I cracked and pulled him into another big embrace.

"I can't believe I'm seeing you again," I sighed, "or better yet, I can't believe our gay asses made it into heaven."

I knew Eddie had rolled his eyes like he always did when I make a dumb joke.

"How do you know this is heaven?" he asked.

I pulled away to look at him, but still held him in my arms.

"Cause you're here."

Then I kissed him. But half a beat later I pulled away, "there's no way your mom made it up here, right?"

Eddie smirked, "There's no way I died and ended up in the same place as her, that's for sure."

I smiled, then I kissed him like I had been dreaming of doing since I was eleven. What I had been craving ever since that awful day in Derry.

It was so good to have him in my arms again. To feel him run his hands through my hair while I kissed him so hard his lips could fall off.

"What's up Fuckers?!"

I pulled away from Eddie's mouth and sighed, "So Stan made it to heaven too?"

Eddie just nodded pulled me back down to kiss him.

And I felt peace.

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Yeet.

I happy ending.

My heart.

Sorry they are dead but at least they don't have to deal with homophobia and they get to spend eternity with each other uninterrupted. Except maybe by Stan...

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