Genie: You have one more wish
Me: So I’m halfway through writing this fanfic but I’m stuck. I wish my writer’s block was cured
Me, feeling inspired to write: Thank you so much
Me, realising I’m writing a completely new story: Wait, no
I did this before church so please appreciate it.
Send me IT headcanons in my inbox!!!!
Hey It Fandom? Consider Sophie Nélisse and Caissie Levy as Patty Uris and Young Patty Uris cause uh
stanley uris, incredibly sleep deprived, three days into finals week: birds are dinosaurs who shrugged off a couple apocalypses. some eat bone marrow. some drink nectar. they outswim fish in the sea. they smile politely at gravity’s demands. i am grateful to see them. i am grateful to feed them. i am grateful to know them.
I would indeed kiss Pennywise ‘as if it were the last time’.
Rip to Ben but I’m different.
The air coming through the open balcony door is cool, and the sensation brings rise to goosebumps on Richie’s arms as he climbs out of bed, pulling the comforter away. The lights are still off, and from the look of the sky it seems like the sun has just complete it’s rise over the horizon.
He walks barefoot across the carpet, approaching the balcony, and he sees Eddie. Beautiful Eddie, with his back turned to him and his dandelion curls bouncing with the influence of the breeze. His shirt is off and he probably woke up not too long ago because he hasn’t put on his prosthetic arm yet, he’s holding a mug of what is maybe tea or coffee or on rare occasion could be hot chocolate.
Richie slowly slots himself against Eddie as not to frighten him, wraps his arms around the blonde’s stomach and kisses the nape of his neck. Eddie sets the mug down on the little table they have on the balcony, and rests his hand over Richie’s forearm, letting himself be held firmly against that warm chest. “Hey, Rich, did the breeze wake you up?” He asks, voice so gentle it almost gets lost in the whistle of the light wind.
“Mhm, it’s okay though. I don’t mind.” He spreads his fingers out on Eddie’s skin, and Eddie delights in the way that Richie’s hand covers the entire expanse of his stomach, makes him feel safe. “You okay?”
“‘Course, just woke up craving tea. M’nearly done, and I’m assuming you want me to come back into bed?” Eddie gestures to the mug, and Richie nods into his hair, kissing him again.
“Uh huh, need you. Wan’ cuddle n’ go back to sleep. S’too early to be up.” Richie murmurs sleepily, and Eddie chuckles, nodding his head. He cranes his neck to press his lips against Richie’s cheek, and Richie squeezes him a little tighter.
“Alright, let’s go, time for cuddles.” Eddie turns, kisses Richie properly now, and takes him back inside, closing the balcony door, tea forgotten. They climb back into bed, and Eddie lets Richie hold him, gentle but firm, because he knows that Richie likes to make sure he’s able to protect Eddie, keep him safe. “Let’s get some more sleep, Rich, plenty of time before we have to wake up. Love you so much.”
Richie pulls the cosy comforter up and over their shoulders, makes sure that Eddie’s completely safe, and they relax. “Love you too, Eds.”
Me, trying my hardest to write a short fluff piece: haha whoops it’s four thousand words long and Richie’s having a panic attack because of his severe internalized homophobia oh and also Stanley’s crying in the background and Eddie feels helpless and- wait fuck shit this is fucking angst isn’t it. I’m a failure.
BEFORE EDDIE MOVES AWAY RICHIE GETS HIM A BLANKET WITH A NICE PICTURE OF THE LOSERS ON IT WITH A CAPTION THAT SAYS SOMETHING REALLY STUPID AND SWEET SO THAT EVERYNIGHT EDDIE GOES TO SLEEP HE’LL BE REMINDED THAT HE ISN’T ALONE AND THAT HE’LL ALWAYS HAVE HIS FRIENDS
Am I the only person who pictures Caissie Levy as Patty?
Andy u honestly a bitch, i mean u could have told finn richie was gay af before so he wouldn’t have done that awkward video talking about that brotherly love n definitely not gay relationship that richie n eddie have KDJFJSJ
eddie getting jealous of richie flirting with ben is canon
I love stan with my whole life and people need to stop saying my precious stan “so spiders dont get stuck in your hair” “do you think we’ll still be friends” “i broke it?” “I dont know why i didnt remember” “i swear bill” uris woulD BE MEAN TO HIS FRIENDS
Why aren’t we talking about little Eddie Kaspbrak describing his best bud Bill as a “father figure”? Because how sad is it that this little walking panic attack in a fanny pack is so desperate for a kind and caring parental figure, that he thinks of a 10-YEAR-OLD as his dad??