#it fanfic

[mrs-eddie-k]

You what? // Eddie Kaspbrak x F!Uris!Reader

Summary: Eddie (aged up to 16) falls for Stan's sister, which pisses the overprotective Stan clearly off!

Warnings: Language, fluff, insults Rating: PG-13

A/N: This is just a little throw together - just fluff - of scenarios that could happen if Stan's twin sister is starting to date Eddie. It's for all the Eddie lovers out there. PS: I will probably use some of this in my big fanfic as flashbacks ;) PPS: I really dove into some of my teenage memories for this - huh, this was a long time ago ;) PPPS: I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any spelling errors ;)

"Wow, Eddie, did you finally get some?" Richie snorts, pointing at Eddie's neck.

"What are you talking about, you dickhead?" Eddie whines and pushes his friend off him, who comes closer and inspects his neck.

"What am I talking about? That fucking big hickey on your neck, Eddie Spaghetti!"

"Wait, what?!" he exclaims and touches his neck. He panics and tries to rub it off. His mother will have a heart attack if she sees this.

"That's not how this works, Eds," Richie laughs. "Who was the lucky lady? Or was it a guy?"

"Shut the fuck up, Tozier! That's none of your business."

Now the two have the attention of the others as well. Bill, Stan, and Mike turn to them, and Stan scoffs about his hickey.

"Nice one, Eddie. Come on, tell us. Who was it?" Stan now asks, making Eddie blush. He doesn't want Stan to know that it was, in fact you, his sister.

"No one, and now leave me alone," Eddie grumbles.

"C-c-come on, E-e-Eds. Tell us", now Bill intervenes.

"You don't know her, okay? She's not in our grade." Eddie puts up the collar of his polo and tries to hide it so that the others finally back off.

The Uris family sat at their table, eating dinner. Stan, as always, sat on your right and shoveled the stew into his mouth, which your mother had made.

"So, how did studying with Eddie go today, Y/N?" your mother speaks up, and you look up.

It's still strange for Stan that you are hanging out with one of his best friends, but it's for school.

"It was good, actually. We - we discovered something new today", you tell your mother, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

Stan's gaze almost immediately rushes to your neck, where he can clearly see a hickey. Just like the one Eddie had. He stares at you as he puts one plus one together and clenches his fist. You look up and into your brother's eyes.

"What are you looking at, moron?" you ask, and Stan still stares at your hickey.

"Y/N, don't call your brother a moron," your dad intervenes, not even looking up from his newspaper.

Stan looks up into your eyes and then back to your neck. You understand quickly, pulling your hair in front of it and averting his gaze.

The following day Stan is still pissed. As he walks up to the school, he tightens his fingers around the straps of his backpack. When he spots Eddie, who is standing there with Ben, Bill, and Richie, he walks straight up to him, throws his bag to the ground, and then pushes Eddie back hard, throwing him on the floor. Of course, the others intervene asap and hold Stan back.

"You fucking bastard!" he yells, and Eddie looks at him irritated, as he looks up at Stan on the ground.

"What is your fucking problem, Stan?" Eddie asks in disbelief.

"Fucking hell, Stan. Not cool", Richie says now, taking his best friend's side and pulling him to his feet.

"I fucking know what you did, Kaspbrak! I know it! She's my fucking sister!" Stan now yells, glaring at Eddie, who just now realizes what Stan is talking about. His feeling gets terrible.

"Stan, I - I can explain..." Eddie stutters.

"Are you for real? You're doing my sister? My baby sister? Out of all people!!" He yells, and Eddie flinches.

"Well... Actually, she's the same age as you, Stan", Eddie tries to convince his friend.

You are, in fact, his twin sister. You are a year younger than Eddie and Stan's other friends and are quite popular. Eddie thinks you have the most beautiful Y/E/C eyes he has ever seen. You never belonged to the losers club and were lucky enough never to have any encounter with Pennywise. Yet.

The other losers only saw you when they were at Stan's house, and Eddie was smitten with you from the beginning. Of course, he would never admit that to the others, or, so help him god, to Stan.

Stan was always overprotective of you and never let anyone get near you. When Richie commented about you getting titties or a "smashing body," he would freak and put him in his place. One could do anything but never joke about his sister.

You joined an advanced history class when you got older and met Eddie. You got along well from the beginning. When you needed to do an assignment together, you often visited his house, or he was at your place.

As the usual "Teenage love story" you studied together, one thing led to another... You found yourselves on your bed, making out.

Flashback

"Holy fucking shit," Eddie murmured as he placed his lips on yours again. He lies on top of you, and his hands roam over your body.

"You okay?" you ask, and he smiles against your lips.

"More than okay."

You two teenagers continue to make out. Then you turn yourselves around and sit on Eddie, taking off your shirt. Eddies eyes grow big as he stares at your bra and your boobs.

"Holy fuck!" he curses, and you have to laugh.

"You are cute, Eddie. You act as if you've never seen a girl in a bra before" you laugh, and he blushes.

You don't know that he never has. He doesn't want you to find out, so he pulls you down and kisses you again. You start kissing down his neck and then suck on it.

It's a natural sensation for Eddie. And then it happens. He feels it between his legs, how the blood is being pumped there.

'Oh god, no! Why does this have to happen now?!' Eddie thinks, and he sincerely hopes that you don't notice.

You push yourself up from him and then look at him quite amused, which makes Eddie blush. His breathing quickens, and he gets nervous. You smile at him and then stroke your hand over his chest to his waistband. You softly rub your fingers inside the waistband, but Eddie stops you.

"Please... don't", he gasps, looking you in the eyes. He is nervous that you think he is a loser, a prude, or something. Or that you will laugh at him for being a virgin.

A soft smile appears on you lips.

"You’re all good, Eddie," you say. "We are only doing what you are comfortable with, I promise. No need to be embarrassed about it."

Eddie looks at you in surprise. He never thought of you reacting the way you just did. When he sees you in school, you always seem so cool and intimating, if Eddie has to be honest, despite you being younger than him. But right here, right now, you seem... Just so sweet, understanding, and gentle.

A flow of adrenalin pumps through Eddie's veins, and he can feel the butterflies starting in his stomach. Fuck, did he just fall for his best friend's sister?

You lean down to kiss him again. "And if you wanna stop this," you say. "Just say the word."

Eddie shakes his head quickly. "N-no," he stutters. "I actually really, really like this."

"Me too, Eddie. Me too."

Flashback end

Richie laughs out loud. "Hah, are you for real Eddie? You fucked Stan's sister?"

"No! I didn't - fuck her! We just... made out a little", Eddie tries to justify himself.

"That doesn't fucking matter! You stay away from her!!" Stan yells, but just then, you step up to them.

"What the fuck is going on here?" you want to know from your brother, which you just saw pushing Eddie back.

"You tell me, Y/N! You're the one screwing one of my best friends!" Stan says, still angry.

Now you sigh, annoyed, and rub your forehead. "Are you fucking serious? You're making a scene because I made out with Eddie? So the fuck what when we did?"

Now Stan looks startled at you. He didn't expect that kind of reaction. "But you-"

"But I what, Stan? I'm 15. That's what normal teenagers do when they are "studying." Don't you get that? No wonder you are in this so-called Loser Club. Just grow up, okay?" you throw at his head. You words kind of sting inside Eddie, too, cause you literally just called them all losers.

"But why him? Why couldn't you just - I don't know - take one of your cool kids or something?" Stan now adds.

Again you sigh, annoyed. "Cause, maybe, if it goes into your tiny brain, I think Eddie is cute."

"You do?" Eddie now asks, surprised.

You turn around to him and smile. "I do, Eddie. I quite enjoy our little study dates, to be honest", you say, and Stan gags.

"You two are just gross!"

"Shut up, Stanley!" you spit at your brother. You turn around, winking at Eddie. "See ya, Eds."

The following few "study" dates between you and Eddie are mostly the same as before. You start studying a little, and then you end up making out with each other. Eddie knows by then that he has fallen hard for you, but he still doesn't know if it's just a game for you or if you feel the same. So this time, he gathers all his courage.

"Y/N?" he asks as you lie on your bed after a wild make-out session.

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering if you..." he starts, turning his head toward you and then clearing his throat. "Um, I was wondering if you, maybe, would like to, um, go on a date, maybe? I mean, on a real date."

You sit up and look at him, surprised. "Eddie? Are you really asking me out?" you ask, and Eddie gets nervous.

"Well, um, m-maybe I do. If you're up for it, of course!"

You smile at him. "Gosh, Stan will freak," you say, bending down to Eddie and pecking his lips. "I'd love to."

"Seriously? Holy fuck!" he exclaims, and his eyes start to glimmer.

"Why are you always so surprised at everything, Eddie?" you ask, amused. "I really like you. Do you think I would make out with you if I wouldn't?"

"I don't know," Eddie says, shrugging.

You sigh and lie down on your bed again. "I know what you might think of me, Eddie. I know what they've been saying about us."

Eddie pops himself up on his elbow. "You have no idea what I think of you, Y/N Uris. Those things they say about you - I think it's just what it is - rumors." He bent down and kisses you again. "And I really like you, too, by the way."

"Just one thing first... I want to talk to Stan about it, if that's okay with you, " you say, and Eddie sighs.

"I would've done that myself, but honestly - he freaks me out!"

That evening you knock on Stan's door.

"What you want?" you hear him say as you open the door slowly.

"Stan? Can I talk to you for a sec?" you ask, and Stan looks up from his comic.

He then sighs and continues reading it. "What's up?" He is still pissed at you for fooling around with his friend.

You close the door behind your back. "It's about Eddie..."

Now you have his attention. He looks back up at you and closes his comic. He angrily bites his lip as he glares at you. "What about him?"

You nervously knead your fingers. "Well... I - I think I'm kinda falling for him, Stanny."

Stan's eyebrows shoot up. "You fucking what?"

You huff and then sit down next to your twin on his bed. "I don't know. It's just... The time I spent with him as of now was really - great. He's a great guy, and he's funny and cute, and he is really good at-"

"Wow, stop! I don't wanna hear this!"

"I was going to say at making me laugh, but okay." Ypou roll her eyes. "He asked me out, you know."

"He did what?" Stan says and shoots up.

"Calm the fuck down, you moron. It's not like he asked me to marry him! It's just a date. But I told him that I wanted to talk to you first. I want you to be okay with it."

"Dad told you not to call me that," Stan mumbles. "But no! Just no, Y/N. Not Eddie. Not one of my best friends. Please!"

You frown. "But, I really like him, Stan. And he likes me, he told me. We wanna try it."

"And what if it backfires, huh? What if you two don't work out, and my friendship with Eddie is ruined because of you? I don't want that. I really don't, Y/N!"

"But... If we don't try... We will be unhappy. Do you want that for us?"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. You're fucking teenagers! You'll get over it."

You let your head hang and sigh sadly. "You know... I really thought you wanted me to be happy", you say, standing up slowly.

"Y/N -"

"No, I get it, Stan." You walk to the door and open it. Before you step out of his room, you look back at your twin. "I will go on that date, you know. I just would go with a better feeling, you being okay with it. But if it has to be like that, it will."

For a month now, Eddie and you have been dating. But also, for a month now, Stan hasn't talked much to Eddie or you, which was quite hard. But Stan wanted to make his point clear. If his sister and best friend started dating, he doesn't want to be part of it even though he starts to regret it lately. As it seems, you and Eddie go perfectly with each other. Stan always sees the heart eyes Eddie is giving you across the schoolyard and how you always blush and send him a little kiss back.

So Stan made a decision. In recess, he walks over to the little wall, where you sit with Eddie's head in your lap. You two look so happy and are laughing about something when Stan clears his throat next to you.

Eddie shoots up and looks at him. "Stan!" he says nervously.

"Hey guys", Stan says, pressing his lips together and scratching his head. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Eddie and you exchange a look when you nod.

"Sure", you say, crossing your arms.

"Well, I uh, I wanted to apologize to you guys for-" Stan stops when he realizes his other friends are standing behind him. He quickly looks around and continues then. "I wanted to apologize for being an idiot. I can see now that you two are happy together, and - well - who am I to stand in the way of it."

Eddie and you are both looking at Stan. Then you stand up slowly.

"You mean it?", you ask, and Stan is looking at you and then at Eddie again when he nods.

You take your brother in your arms. "Thank you, Stan. This means so much!" Then you turn back around to Eddie and kiss him.

"Okay, but just - don't do this in front of me!"

Hand in hand, Eddie and you walk through Derry. It's been a year now since the two of you got together. Your relationship couldn't have been any better. Even Eddies mother accepted you, even though it took a long time for Mrs. Kaspbrak to accept the fact that her Eddiebear has a girlfriend now.

As you pass the pharmacy, Greta Keene and her posse are just leaving it. You can feel Eddie's hand tighten.

"Hey Y/N... Are you seriously still dating this hypochondriac little psycho?" she yells after you, making her posse laugh, and you turn around. You sigh and look Greta in the eyes.

"Y/N, you don't need to-" Eddie tries to stop you, but you just shake her head.

"No, Eddie. She can't talk to you like that."

"What? Is little Kaspbrak not man enough to stand up for himself?" Greta scoffs.

"You know what, G? Why don't you just shut the fuck up, huh? Why do you even care if I'm dating him or not?" you ask and put your chin up.

"Who said I did? I was just wondering, did you already man up this virgin, or has his mommy something against it?"

You let go of Eddie's hand and walk up to Greta. You are much smaller than Greta, but you don't care.

"You're one to talk, Greta. Spreading the rumors that you are easy to have yourself, despite being a virgin yourself! Well, I would rather be a known virgin than be one and be called a whore! But then, I mean, who would really wanna fuck you?"

Eddie can see that your speech is everything but pleasant for Greta. Her face turns red, and she clenches her fists.

"That's not true!" she tries to tell her posse, who is mumbling now. Then she turns back to you. "You little slut!" she creams and pushes you back hard, so you fall to the ground and crash with your face to the concrete.

You immediately sit up and Eddie can see that you're bleeding.

"Y/N!" he screams and kneels to you. "Are you okay?"

Greta and her posse are just laughing, making Eddie look at her with the nastiest look he has.

"You are a fucking asshole, Greta!" he hisses. "Just pathetic and - and you are a loser!"

Greta now glares at Eddie and grabs him by the collar.

"You little maggot -" she starts, but at that moment, Mr. Keene, her father, stretches out his head.

"Greta!" he yells, and she lets go of Eddie. "Leave my best customer alone!"

"You're one lucky guy, Kaspbrak! Next time you won't be!"

As Greta and her posse leave, Eddie brings his attention back to you. He rummages in his fanny pack for his disinfectant spray and gauze.

"Shit, Y/N! That looks bad. Do you know how many bacteria there are on the floor? Holy fuck!"

He starts to wipe the blood away. You just look at him, smiling.

"What?" he asks.

"There is the boy I love."

Eddie smiles and pecks your nose before finishing your wound and helping you onto your feet.

"You are lucky to have me, or you would probably die of a-"

"Let me guess... a staph infection?" you laugh, making Eddie laugh too.

"Exactly." He takes your face in his. "I love you so fucking much, Y/N. Thank you for letting me be with you."

"I love you too, my hypochondriac sweetheart. Until the end", you whisper back as you kiss passionately.

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[drawingangel666]

can you do poly bower's gang with a reader who loves baking and shopping?

Of course! (Sorry for the delay :c) I hope you like it. It might be a little out of character, because I haven't been in the fandom for a while. I decided to make it from the exact moment they found out reader likes to do those things.

One-shot: Poly! Bowers Gang x Reader

Pairing: Victor Criss x Reader, Patrick Hockstetter x Reader, Henry Bowers x Reader, Regginald Huggins x Reader

Reader's gender/pronouns: I won't use them `cause I will make it on 1st person pov. (Once the reader is called babe, I am not a native English speaker and I don't know if that is used for other genders apart from female, but I don't know).

Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, Patrick being a warning by himself, polyamory,

Y/n POV

It was a calm evening. The Bowers Gang were my boyfriends, since we were in a polyamory relationship, but I didn't like them beating kids up.

Having some time for myself and for my baking was good. They didn't know about it and I wasn't planing on telling them. I didn't want them to make fun of me.

The sound of the oven pulled me out of my thoughts, I took out my cupcakes with a smile, putting the tray over the oven. Just as I was decorating them, my front door slammed closed. I knew that they didn't knock, nor warn that they were coming in.

I almost had a panic attack, they would find out I love baking. Victor was the first one to enter the kitchen, following the sweet scent of my pastries.

He smiled sweetly at me. 'Hey, what are you baking sweetheart?´ he said, hugging me and sniffing the air. `I am making some cupcakes´ I replied to him.

`I never saw you as the 'baker' type´ Patrick smiled wickedly at me, greeting me with a kiss on my cheek and his classical smile.

`Do you like to bake?´ Henry asked, his tone being difficult to understand, I didn't know if he was mad, of going to make fun of me. `Why did you hide it from us?´ Reggie said, looking a little hurt. Victor soon had a similar expression.

Patrick was amused by this and Henry looked at me with his arms crossed.

`I didn't want to show you guys because I thought you would make fun of me´ I said finding the tiles on the floor much more interesting. A hand cupped my cheek and forced me to look up. Henry looked at me sternly. `There is no problem with anything you like baby, you are ours and that's it´ he smiled before kissing me with passion.

I smiled into the kiss, feeling Reggies arms snake their way around my waist. Once Henry was satisfied with the kiss, he let go of me and I watched my breath. Soon enough Patricks lips crashed into mine forcefully. I kissed back and he caressed my cheek.

After he pulled away, Victor hugged me before kissing me, giving me a sweet kiss. And then, Reggie gave me the last kiss, his gentleness giving me goosebumps up and down my spine.

'Babe, is there anything else you kept from us?' Patrick inquired. 'Yes, I also love shopping' I smiled sheepishly at them. They smiled back. 'We'll take you shopping later, honey' Victor said, caressing me.

'Yay, I still gotta finish this up but I'd love to go shopping with you' I replied.

They helped me with everything and we ate cupcakes while talking. Then they helped me clean and took me to a mall to go shopping. Sometimes they whined but as a joke, they also enjoyed it very much.

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[missriddle03]

Eddie Kaspbrak x Y/n

Time takes to read: 5 minutes and 32 seconds

Contains swear words

Tw:Vomiting, abuse

Vomiting comes in paragraph 3

You sat their across the pavement on your bike riding down the long,stony road as someone stops you. "Fucking slut" a voice yelled as they knocked you down from your bike earning a groan as you fall on your back landing on a stone. Hanging with the so called 'Losers' indicated you being a target from Henry Bowers and his goons. You slowly got yourself up from the floor as Henry had his arms forcefully wrapped around your waist. "I'll give you one last chance to stop hanging with those losers or I'll beat your ass" he told you. He stared into your eyes awaiting a response. "I am still going to hang with them" you dreaded what Henry was going to do now you picked your side. "You do realise I'm gonna beat you now" his face formed a big smile. Your breath hurried an unsteady pace as you dreaded the worst. He pounded his fist as your face making you tumble down onto your back. Henry grabbed hold of your arms on the pavement as he kicked you in your stomach. He sat on your legs and got his knife. Henry began carving the words loser in your arm. A noise was heard, a very familiar noise. Bikes and voices. It was the 'losers' voices. Henry and his goons fled the scene and left you on the floor. You quickly grabbed hold of your bike and started peddling.

"Hey y/n wait up where you going?" Stanley asked. A smile formed on Eddie's face but soon faded once he realised you were hurt. "Holy shit what happened to you?" Eddie asked. You quickly wiped your tears from your face "nothing I'm fine" was all you said as you began peddling quickly to your house. You left the losers club in shock as Eddie went to where you came from. He saw Bowers knife on the ground. "Bowers" Eddie told everyone.

Once you got home you took a nice long shower. Even though it pained you through the open cuts. You got changed into a pair of jeans and crop top. To hide the word,bowers carved into your arm you put a hoodie on. A knock was heard on the door and you opened it to see your friends. Ben, Beverly, Bill, Richie, Mike, Stanley and Eddie at the door wanting to come in. "Now isn't a good time I'm sorry" you said as you began shutting the door but a hand stopped you from shutting it fully. "We just wanna talk" Eddie told you. You looked at them and let all of them come in. "W-w-why didn't y-you say a-anything?" Bill asked you. You almost immediately knew what he was asking about. The Bowers incident. "I don't know what your talking about" you averted your gaze to anywhere but your friends. Eddie handed you Bowers knife but he was wearing gloves. "Why the hell are you wearing gloves?" Beverly muttered to Eddie. "I don't know all the germs that are on that knife" he replied. "You do realise if Bowers sees you with this your all dead" you told them. "I knew we shouldn't of picked it up but you insisted" Eddie said to Stanley. Stanley rolled his eyes and ignored Eddie. You felt a sickness in your stomach as placed the knife on the table. "Please excuse me" you said as you ran upstairs to the toilet. You felt an urge to be sick and almost immediately you were.

"Go check on her!" Beverly ushed Eddie. "Why me?" "Because dufus wait do I even need to explain myself. Just go!" Eddie did as he was told after he hesitated. He walked up the stairs "y/n you alright in there?" He asked. "Go I wouldn't advise you be within 5 metres of this" you threw up once again and you knew he was still behind that door. "I said go, I don't want you to make yourself go through this. I know how you get with stuff like this" you could still hear him behind the door. For once he was stubborn but definitely not the right time to be. You shut your eyes as you heaved into the toilet. You heard the door open and knew Eddie was coming in. You felt his hand trace down your back. "Why are you here?" You asked him. He sat down crouching on his feet in the bathroom "Because I wanna be here for you, I wanna make sure your alright" he replied. You looked at him before looking down "I'm sorry" he looked at you confused. "What for?" "This, I should of told you what's been going on with Bowers but I was just scared. Scared that if I told anyone you all would be hurt" by now a tear had escaped your eyes. He wiped your tear using his finger. "I'm also sorry for making you come in here when I know you hate germs and this is a germ breeding ground" "trust me I wouldn't of come in here if I thought you were fine. You don't need to tell any of us about Bowers if you don't want to" he let out a small smile. You slowly moved your hoodie sleeve from one arm and showed Eddie what Henry had done. "He did that?" He asked. His tone wasn't as normal to how he usally sounds. His tone sounded more deep with abit of fury. You nodded you head as he stood up with you and gave you a hug "thanks for telling me" you hugged him back "your welcome" "I'll meet you downstairs yeah?" You nodded. You flushed the toilet, washed your hands and brushed your teeth.

You walked downstairs and sat down whilst everyone looked worried. "You okay?" Mike asked. "I feel like I got hit by a truck but yeah I'm fine now" you smiled at Eddie. "You know what lets forget about what happened and put a film on" you suggested. You grabbed two films and asked everyone to vote for one. Once the decision was made you all sat down on the sofa watching the film. Half way through the film you fell asleep on Eddie. His arms wrapped around your neck. "Eds looks like you'd make a good sofa" Richie joked as he saw you asleep. "Shh keep it down your gonna wake her up" he smiled at you and looked at the film. "She's had a rough day just let her be" Eddie told everyone

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[fandomsnfluff]

gameboy

summary: in which richie is a boomer and i wanted to write a little something after like a million years so have this short shitty fic that i only spent like an hour on lmfao genre: fluff warnings: mentions of weed & smoking read on ao3

“Hey, babe, have you seen my Gameboy?”

Richie had been scratching his head for a good twenty minutes, going through every nook and cranny and dirty pair of pants strewn across the floor of the bedroom as he searched for his gaming console. Even though Richie knew he was probably the messiest man in the world, it still felt like a complete mystery to him how such a familiar piece of equipment could go missing so easily.

“No,” came the yelled reply from the living room. It only made Richie feel only more quizzical. Where the hell could it be? He didn’t leave it in the other apartment, did he? Or God forbid he lost it during the chaos of the move.

“You sure?” he asked as he walked across the bedroom to stand at the doorway, immediately noticing the way Eddie shot to his feet from the couch, his hand flying to his right pocket as if he were hiding something.

It didn’t take very long for Richie to put the pieces together. “...You took it, didn’t you?”

Eddie’s only response was a brisk shake of his head. “No.”

Richie wasn’t fooled, managing to catch the way Eddie’s eyes darted to the left before he responded. He sighed. “Show me your fucking hands, Eddie.”

“Why would you wanna see my hands?”

Richie’s expression was deadpan, his lips pursing briefly before he suddenly sprinted in Eddie’s direction. But it seemed as though Eddie was ready for him with the way he darted out of Richie’s way, dashing to the other end of the living room toward the kitchen. He had always been more agile and a faster runner than Richie, but Richie had to wonder how his stamina would hold up against the weed hangover he must be experiencing. He was surprised at how much Eddie smoked last night; he had always been careful with his drug intake, never able to surpass the amount Richie had been able to smoke before. He guessed the other was just feeling a bit daring, but he wouldn’t complain. Especially if it meant Richie could regain the upper hand, dashing after Eddie until the two of them made nearly two whole laps around the floor.

They were two grown men chasing each other around the apartment like a couple of little kids.

But Richie didn’t care. All he wanted was to get his hands on Eddie, to do whatever he could to get his Gameboy back. And the opportunity presented itself when he managed to trap the other in the corner of the bedroom, taking complete advantage of their size difference by wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s shoulders, practically pushing him onto the mattress. Eddie struggled for a moment, a string of expletives falling from his lips as he attempted to dislodge himself from Richie’s grip. But Richie wasn’t having any of it.

“Last chance, motherfucker.”

“Come on, I gotta finish this level!”

“That’s my level! So I’m gonna be the one to finish it!”

“Well, too bad, bitch.”

Okay, that was the final straw. In what felt like one swift move, Richie’s whole weight was practically dropped onto Eddie’s lower half, completely pinning him to the bed before he gingerly brushed up against his side, wiggling fingers pushing his shirt up by the hem.

The reaction was instantaneous, Eddie’s eyes widening momentarily before giving a shriek of laughter, the Gameboy dropped and forgotten as he began to struggle in Richie’s grip. “GAH! Fucker! Nonononono please–” he attempted to beg breathlessly, kicking and squirming against Richie, before the bespectacled man began to spider against his ribs and dig into his underarm, breaking Eddie off and causing him to kick out with a gasp of breathless laughter.

“Oh, what’s this? Did I find your weak spot?” Richie couldn’t help himself from teasing Eddie, the Gameboy completely forgotten at this point. He quickly discovered that tickling Eddie was much more entertaining than playing the game anyway. He pinched the skin between the smaller man’s upper ribs and armpit, and Eddie just about screamed, straining against Richie’s arm as he kicked and writhed. Richie swore the corners of his mouth reached the tips of his ears as he watched the other’s face growing redder and redder by the second, the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, the dimples in his cheeks almost becoming permanent with the more insistent he became. As if his heart hadn’t already swelled to fill his entire chest.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?” Eddie shrieked, attempting to roll over onto his stomach as his whole body heaved with breathless and helpless laughter. Anything to get away from Richie’s insistent death grip.

“What’s wrong is I wanted to play my Gameboy but you stole it from me!” Richie shot back, shifting his weight to his knees to allow the other to continue squirming against him. He definitely wasn’t planning on using this position for something else, definitely not.

Until he reached behind him to gently scratch at the backs of Eddie’s knees.

Richie could feel Eddie’s regret for his decision to wear shorts as if it were his own, apparent in every move he made as another scream of laughter bounced off the walls of the room. Eddie flopped like a fish out of water, his legs kicking against the mattress so frantically that Richie could feel it bucking up and down underneath him. “FUCK! No, NO!” he screamed.

“No what? You’re gonna have to be more specific than that!” Richie teased, his fingernails dragging insistently against delicate skin as he leaned over to whisper teasingly into Eddie’s ear. Eddie’s only response was a noise somewhere between a frustrated groan and a wheezing laugh, more frantic kicks given to the mattress underneath them both.

“Don’t fucking tickle me, bitch!”

“You know how to stop this, you just gotta give me my Gameboy back,” Richie responded, his tone bright with amusement. Perhaps he was enjoying this too much, having this kind of power over Eddie. It was surprising that his sensitivity stuck around for this long; why not have a bit more fun with it? “Or, I could just keep tickling you, because I’m in the advantageous position right now, and it’s fun as shit!”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Eddie shouted through his giggles, beginning to squirm more insistently when Richie slid his fingers under the hem of his shirt. He began to lightly knead the skin, not quite tickling him yet, an obvious smirk spreading across his features.

“Oh, I dare, Eds.”

With that, Richie’s fingers were active again, gently yet insistently scribbling away at the skin right in the crooks of Eddie’s sides above his hips. The gesture used to make him lose his mind when they were kids, and it seemed as though the effects were still the same. Muffled screams of laughter were given against the pillow, and Eddie began to buck and squirm and kick for dear life, unable to dislodge Richie’s weight no matter what he did. “FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK OKAY OKAY STOP STOP STOP I’LL GIVE IT BACK!”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, now, was it? Now I can–” Richie’s sentence was abruptly cut off at the sound of plastic and metal hitting the wood floor. He could feel his heart sinking to his toes at the noise that reminded him of glass shattering on pavement, and one glance over the side of the bed was enough to confirm his suspicion.

“FUCK!”

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[whiskeytangofxckers]

I'm going crazy trying to remember this fanfic like it's basically eddie died but then an alternate dimension version of him shows up at richie's place saying it's his and richie died in his dimension or something like that. it's honestly been years since i've read it but like it popped into my head and i'm going crazy thinking about it

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[its-all-ineffable]

Hello fellow IT fans and Reddie shippers!

Help me out if you could - my massive multichapter fic that's essentially a chapter 2 fix-it, making the Loser's as close as adults as they were as kids, needs a name.

Tagging some people who helped me decide what to do with my fic last time! @sunshinereddie @thatsclownshit @imsodonewiththissite @dirty-teeth @kittyphoenix12-xx @thesynysterunknown @ash-ley-suns

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[canislupus-exe]

In Your Corner | bill denbrough

>>gif credit to @/beenchillin on tumblr<<

fandom | IT: Chapter One

character | Bill Denbrough

reader | (disabled) they/them (she ver.)(he ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | cursing, ableism

word count | 1,131

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi! Could I request a Bill Denbrough x disabled!reader? Where Richie compares (y/n) to a bike and tries to ride their wheelchair while (y/n) is still in it- and bill tells him to fuck off? I just think bill would understand 🥺💕

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You hummed quietly as you pushed against the wheels of your chair. Approaching your best friend’s driveway was the only way you could hang out with him, seeing how inaccessible his front door was. If you thought too hard about it, it didn’t give you the best feeling in the world, so you tried not to.

You saw him sitting on the floor, sketching in his notebook somewhat mindlessly. Upon hearing your quiet hum, he flipped a few pages ahead to a blank one. Looking up at you, he squinted from the sun shining in his eyes but smiled.

“H-Hi (Y/n). You’re the f-first to get here so we can wait for everyone else.” He said, standing up and moving to the couch his dad had put in the garage a few months ago. He realized how much more inclined he was to hang out there now that he was friends with you.

His parents were lovely, but he started to pick up on the sudden stiffness and overall negative feelings you had when they said certain things. About how they were sorry and glad Bill was so kind, which he was. It was one of his greatest qualities, but it was as if they only thought he was your friend because he was so kind.

“That’s alright. What were you drawing?”  You asked casually, backing your chair into the space of the wall that was just the right fit. You remembered when he moved aside a table so he could sit next to you. It was one of the moments that made you feel your heartbeat in your stomach, as he so often did.

“Oh, n-n-nothing. Just practicing shape l-language for objects.” He replied, sitting on the cushions in a way that made it easier to look at you. 

“Really? What are you trying to learn to draw?” You asked. He shrugged.

“Nothing in p-p-particular. I just think it’s a g-good skill to have.” He replies, closing his sketchbook and setting it aside. You smile and nod.

“Do you know when the other Losers plan on joining us?” You asked leaning on the arm of your chair.

“Right now.” A voice called from behind. You looked over your shoulder to the garage entrance, watching Richie, Eddie, and Stan enter. You smiled and waved, which only Stan returned. 

“What are we doing here? You never told us.” Eddie says, sitting on the far end of the couch. You were never sure why, but he always seemed much more tense. You could come up with a few reasons, but they weren’t good ones, and you hoped those weren’t the case.

“J-J-Just a movie night. I made popcorn and st-ocked the drinks.” Bill replied. You begin to self-propel toward the fridge in the far left corner of the room. You looked inside, seeing mostly cokes and water. You opted for the latter.

“Plus, if we run out, we can hop on (Y/n)’s wheelchair. They’re basically a bike.” Richie says with a snicker, placing both his feet on the back of your chair and causing you to become unsteady. You yelp in surprise, immediately swatting him off. You turn your chair to face him, a look of panic on your face.

“What the fuck Richie?” You shout. He raises his eyebrows.

“What?” He asks, lacking a single modicum of self-awareness. You’re so flustered and upset that you find it difficult to articulate your feelings. Bill stands up from the couch, stepping between Richie and yourself.

“Y-You can’t say shit like that Richie!” Bill exclaims, his ears turning red from anger as they always did.

“Why are you guys freaking out?” He asks, raising his arms in exasperation.

“C-Comparing (Y/n) to a bike? You don’t get why that’s f-f-f-fu-fucked up!?” He shouts, finding it harder to speak due to his anger.

“No? It was a good thing. Bikes are cool and they’d be helping us to the store.” He replied. 

“It’s fine Bill. Don’t worry about it…” You mumble, trying to maneuver around him.

“N-no (Y/n) I am w-worried about it,” Bill says, turning to look at you. There was a look in his eyes that made you feel warm and safe. 

“They said don’t worry about it so I think-“

“Fuck off Richie!” Bill yells as he whips his head around to stare at him, not a stutter in his voice. Richie backs away with his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever dude.” He mumbles, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.

You were thankful Bill was so quick to defend you, but the confrontation still made you uneasy and guilty. You wheeled your chair out of the garage and onto the driveway, stopping when you heard Bill coming after you.

“Where are you g-going? Are you ok-kay?” He asks, walking by your side. You sigh and stop wheeling yourself forward. You say nothing at first trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. Bill walks in front of you, so he can see you while you talk, a simple gesture but something so thoughtful.

“You’re the only one who treats me… Well, normal… Richie always has something to say, Eddie avoids me like he’s going to catch something and I just… I hate it.” You mutter, folding your hands in your lap. Bill sighs as he crosses his arms.

“I w-wish there was more I could do. I t-t-tell Richie all the time to quit his shit but he-“

“It’s not you Bill. You do more than enough. Sometimes it feels like you’re the only person I have in my corner.” You say, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiles, his eyes holding that same shine that made you feel so warm and safe.

“Y-You know, that’s exactly how I feel.” He replies. You tilt your head in confusion. Bill rubs his neck bashfully before shrugging. 

“You’re the only one who ever t-tells them to stop making fun of my s-st-stutter. Sometimes it feels like y-you’re the only one in my c-corner.” He replies. You smile, a warm glow rushing to your cheeks.

“We can be in each other’s corner.” You reply, giddily grabbing his hand. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve done before pulling back.

“S-Sorry I was just-”

“No! It’s okay!” He grabs your hand again, this time intertwining your fingers. “I l-like being in each other's corner.” 

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He chuckles and locks his pinky around yours.

“P-Pinky promise.” He replies.

“Now let’s go watch the m-movie. If Richie says anything else I’ll j-just kick him out.”

“Since when are you Mr. tough guy?” You ask with a giggle.

“S-Since I had to be in someone’s corner. I-it’s a tough job you know.”

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[unfinishedslurs]

Umbrella Academy Losers

Bill takes a deep breath, twists the cap off the urn, and dumps the ashes out. They fall into an inelegant heap. It would have hated that.

“M-might have been b-b-better with some wind,” he mutters. Everyone stays silent.

Finally, Richie breaks the silence. “Did anyone else ever expect him to turn into some weird alien…clown…spider…thing?”

No one replies, until Bill toes the ashes. “Yeah.”

“Well,” Richie says, lighting a cigarette, “good to know I’m not completely crazy.”

“I don't think that Bill being on your side points to your favor,” Eddie replies.

Bill frowns down at the small pile by his feet. “I used t-t-to th-think he was i-i-immortal. I g-guess I s-st-still thought th-that.”

“He was always good at making us think he was the biggest threat we’d ever face,” Mike says.

“He was wrong,” Bev replies, and glances at the ashes one last time before light flashes and she’s gone.

Richie’s sitting upside down on the couch, much to Eddie’s chagrin. Sucks for him, but there’s plenty of couches to choose from. He didn’t have to sit next to him. He pulls a joint out of his pocket and lights it. Hopefully having lungs upwards for a change doesn’t make him choke.

Bill sighs. “Richie.”

“Sorry, Big Bill, but if you think I’m going to be sober enough to chance seeing It’s ghost, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”

They all wince in sympathy.

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie says, “but can you at least not smoke with the asthmatic in the room?”

Richie squints, trying to make sense of Eddie’s upside-down face. “Do you have asthma? I don’t remember you having asthma.”

“Were you there for most of our childhood?”

“Physically or mentally?” He asks, but gets up and moves to the bar. Close enough to hear, far enough to not aggravate Eddie’s lungs. Bev and Ben follow him.

“Got a smoke?” Bev asks, leaning against the bar, and Ben falters, accidentally turning his two fingers of whiskey into three.

“You—you’re thirteen,” he says, at the same time Richie asks, “Aren’t you an infant now?”

“I’m forty years old,” she says, fixing them with the second most deadpan stare he’s ever seen. “I’m in the body of my thirteen year old self, which is enough torture. Besides, these lungs are already ruined. Give me a damn cigarette.”

Can’t argue with that. He gives her a damn cigarette.

Ben sighs and adds another finger.

“Richie,” Bill calls, because he has some kind of Big Brother instinct that Richie secretly thinks of as his second power, “you better not be giving drugs to the baby.”

“Fuck you, Bill,” Bev snorts, and Richie follows up with, “Yeah, fuck you! The ‘baby’ gave me cigarettes first.”

“Why’d you stay, Mikey?” Bill asks. “You hated it here more than any of us.”

“Actually I think that was Richie.”

“Hell yeah it was!” Richie calls.

#IT fanfic #guys my internet is shit and my phone keyboard keeps going #out so if this looks like shit. no it doesn’t. I’ll fix it later #ok so the lineup is probably pretty obvious here #bill as luther #mike as diego #ben as allison #richie as klaus #bev as five #stan as ben #and Eddie as victor #i had SO many thoughts about the deadlights and time travel and bev and #richie being the ones to time travel bc in the movies they’re the ones who go through the deadlights #so many thoughts guys #i had other characters picked out and everything too #but I didn’t write them lol #i also changed up a lot of storylines from the show to this so they’d fit the cusr #characters better #like bill having Allison’s divorce plot and Mike being the one who stayed #etc

[rwprincess]

“Untitled Poly Reddie Smutfic (TM)”: Part Four (RichiexEddiexFem!Reader)

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Word Count: 1.5k

Synopsis:  Three perspectives of "the morning after" Eddie stays the night. 

CW: differing perspectives of same event/possibly confusing timeline; kisses and snuggles; beginnings of jealousy/relationship angst; Fluff/comfort; internalized homophobia due to growing up with queer erasure; polyamory (m/m/f)

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Eddie woke up, gently rousing to the fact that you were in his arms. He remembered falling asleep on the other side of Richie, who was now missing entirely and no longer the barrier between you two. Somehow, some time in his absence, Eddie had gravitated toward you and snaked his arms around your waist unwittingly. It was entirely instinct for him to seek closeness with you. Even his subconscious demanded it. 

He thought about moving back, away. Richie had probably put himself in the middle for a reason, and not just because he had to literally be the center of attention. But the softness of your stomach as you breathed quietly beneath his arms and your floral-scented hair convinced him to stay. It was intoxicating. He would just play dumb or apologize later. Right now, he couldn't let you go. He closed his eyes and breathed you in, then heard Richie shuffle back in from wherever. He also could hear Richie pause, no doubt weighing the sight in front of him, but Eddie pretended to be asleep. He felt the bed behind him dip slightly and then Richie tossed an arm over both you and Eddie, tucking his legs up under Eddie's butt.

 This was actually…nice, Eddie realized and wholly understood why Richie wanted to be the middle to this 'sandwich,' as he'd so abhorrently called it last night. It was the most comfortable he had felt in a long time. It felt like what home should be, not the tense walking-on-eggshells he'd known growing up or the loneliness of an empty house and a solitary existence he'd cultivated in the past few years after moving out of the Kasprack home. He originally was thrilled to be 'on his own,' no longer under the suffocating rule of Sonia, but he found it to be terribly isolating in reality. Here, now, he felt warm and welcomed, and perhaps for the first time in a long time, loved. He drifted back off with Richie's arms encompassing you both and hadn't known such a relieved sleep before.

Richie had mixed emotions seeing you two in the bed together, Eddie pressed up against your back, breathing lightly as though he belonged there. He was instantly hit with jealousy. It was a glimpse into the intimate boundary he had drawn: he did not want just the two of you falling asleep together. He knew how you loved sleep and thought of the lazy mornings that transformed into languid afternoons that you would spend in bed, just the two of you. The deep conversations you'd had, the laughs, the tears…it was too much to give up to another person. But he had asked Eddie to not only stay, but to share the bed with the two of you last night. He couldn't logically be upset by it now, that would be entirely and wholly selfish. And yet, he felt a pang in his chest at the sight and it made him pause. He remembered how you said that you loved him, and that that would never change, but looking at you in Eddie's arms, blissfully in slumber, he had to wonder if he'd set himself up for heartbreak. 

On the other hand, he tried to reason to himself that this is what he wanted. He had wanted the opportunity to be with Eddie last night, but also wanted the three of you to share something together, overall. As he paused at the foot of the bed, he let out a soft sigh, resigning himself to be the biggest spoon in this scenario and tucked himself in on the other side of Eddie. You both looked adorable and while it hurt just a bit, he realized that he loved you both. Maybe that's why he felt the sting he did. So, he attempted to be close to you both and push out the nagging voice in the back of his mind by draping an arm around you both. 

When you awoke, something felt slightly different and it took your brain a moment to come around to comprehend why: Richie was large enough to envelop you. You were used to his long torso and thin arms surrounding you in sleep. But as you awoke, a smaller, shorter arm was loose around your waist and no long curls tickled your shoulder as they would most mornings. You suddenly realized it was Eddie behind you, and you startled entirely awake. You quickly recollected Rich asking you if Eddie could stay the night and wedging himself between the two of you, enjoying being in the middle. But at some point, that had clearly changed. Your awareness caused you to jolt forward just enough to break Eddie's grasp, causing him to stir. You sat up and looked over him, seeing Richie begin to open his eyes as well as he muttered "what the---?" when his Eddie-shaped pillow abruptly moved. 

"Sorry," your voice was hoarse and groggy this early. "I didn't mean to wake you two. I just…I have to go to the bathroom." You lied and left the bed quickly, darting out of the room and down the hallway. In the bathroom, you splashed cold water on your face and tried to collect yourself. Richie hadn't seemed bothered by the change in formation, but you remembered he didn't want you to sleep with Eddie. However, that clearly happened out of your control and you doubted that Eddie orchestrated it either. Richie was right, it was an intimate step. You unexpectedly felt like you had two boyfriends all of a sudden, and it was something you'd never considered. Richie alone was a handful, even though you loved him madly. The thought never occurred to you to add on to that. But now you'd woken up next to Eddie, wrapped in his embrace. It was a lot to take in.

"I guess we should probably get up now, right?" Eddie asked, sitting up after you departed, slowly coming around to consciousness. 

"Mmm. I don't know, baby. I kind of like being here in bed." Richie replied lazily and flopped back down, adjusting the sheet on top of him to his comfort. 

An unforeseen stutter occurred in Eddie's chest at hearing Richie call him 'baby,' especially with the liquid golden rays of sunlight peeking in through the curtains. It had been so long since he felt desired and adored. And Richie calling him 'baby' felt so much nicer than the 'dickhead' he was used to. He looked over at him, and even though Eddie didn't think he could fall back asleep, he took a moment to appreciate Richie, dozing with his eyes closed. They had been friends for so long. He wasn't sure when that had changed. Maybe it never really had. Maybe he had always felt some semblance of this aching and yearning in his chest for Richie, he just didn't know how to label it or recognize it for what it was. He was a teen when he realized it was even a possibility for two guys to be in love. He was an adult before he learned that people could be attracted to both men and women. He'd always ruled out the former for himself because he knew he liked girls. But knowing that there was a chance to feel that way about both opened a whole new world for him. Still, it scared him. Everything was so new to him and it was risky, changing friendships like this. So, he reverted back to himself, to their old ways of talking and nudged Richie with a kick.

"Are you kidding me? You can't sleep all day. Y/N's up, I'm up, ergo you should be up," he hissed. Richie didn't even respond with words or open his eyes. He clumsily fumbled his arms around Eddie and pulled him down, resting him on his own chest. 

"Shhh," he shushed him in a way that you would comfort a scared animal. He patted Eddie's arm, "no thoughts. Just sleep."

Eddie paused for a moment, it didn't sound so horrible. However, he thumped Richie's chest and sat up, starting in on him again. "No. Don't think you can just hush me up and smother me into submission! I---" he didn't finish his sentence because Richie sat up and kissed him gently. "I--i-if you think that changes anything!" Eddie stammered, referring to the kiss. Richie just took his face into his hands and planted another quieting kiss to his lips. 

"Come on, Eds, sweets. You're gonna tell me you don't want to stay? Just. Like. This?" He punctuated his last sentence with kisses to Eddie's face in between his words. He knew he could be very persuasive. Eddie huffed in resignation. He hated letting Richie win, even when they were on the same page or had a common goal. He kissed Richie back, finally. Even though he felt him smirk into the kiss in victory, that didn't stop him from administering another. 

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[cosmicbrowniefan]

gm!! idk who’s left in the dying it fandom but i am writing a new multi-part reddie and stenbrough college au :) check it out if you want!!

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[allen-richie]

Forgotten Mixtapes and Matching promise rings || reddie fanart and drabble

Why does it feel like this? All Richie wanted was to take a break, a break from the academic expections of his parents, a break from university, a break from society itself who he knew wouldn't go easy on him if it ever finds out his secret.

It's peaceful, his university friends surrounded him as he lays on the white and red picnic blanket, his girlfriend sitting beside him as she giggles. Her brown hair swaying in the air, chocolate brown eyes looking down at him with such adoration-

Wrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrong

Wrong..? Somehow looking at her, everything seems so wrong. He worshippes the ground this woman walk on but why does it feel so wrong now? She has the wrong height (too tall), wrong expression (too soft), wrong build (too feminine), wrong outfit (she's wearing a skirt), wrong voice (too airy), wrong...gender...? He couldn't look at her anymore. Everything about her feels so wrong and it hurts. Why it hurts, he doesn't fucking know.

Sitting up, he got a sudden sense of deja vu. Ignoring the way his girlfriend was trying to get his attention, he looked at the empty space on his right. Wasn't someone supposed to be laying there? Listening to a walkman? To a mixtape he made for... Who? Who did he make a mixtape to? Who was supposed to be laying there? Why does his right ring finger suddenly felt so empty? Wasn't there supposed to be a silver ring there? A promise ring he shares with... Who? Why couldnhe remember? Whowhowhowhowhowhowhowhowho-

"Had a good nap, sleeping beauty?"

"Shut up, Richie. And yeah, I had a good nap, I've never felt so relaxed"

"That's great, what do you think of the mixtape?"

"All I can say is.... You are the sappiest fucking person I've ever met"

"HEY! I worked hard to make that!"

"I know. That's why I love it so much."

"Not more than me, right?"

"I don't I'll ever be able to love anything or anyone more than you, 'Chee-"

"'Chee!"

Startled out of whatever that experience was, Richie turned to his worried girlfriend, her brown eyes drowning in concern. (Her eyes are too light to be right, its wrongwrongwrongwrong-)

Not realizing that he had started to glare, that he was starting to think how dare she use that nickname to call him, she's not the right person to call him that, he stood up.

"Don't call me that."

Yeet. Made this while listening to Bubble Gum lol

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[super-unpredictable98]

The Curse of Wertham Hollow (Misfits x Curse of Bridge Hollow x IT Crossover)

Word Count: 3k Warning: Strong language, mention of death, gore a/n: Happy @sheehalloween everyone! This event has been amazing and it was awesome reading and seeing all your creations. This fic was written before the movie Curse of Bridge Hollow came out lol I just really liked the concept and wanted to use it even without knowing how it would work on the movie. I think it turned out pretty neat (despite having nothing to do with the actual film) with the addition of Pennywise and I hope you all enjoy it.

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"Don't you think you're a little old for trick or treating?" Nathan asked as he made his way with Lydia and the rest of the gang to the posh part of town where Simon's house was, and by extension, Lyddie's old home as well.

"Why? Do you have something better to do?" She asked defiantly, which was really funny considering she was dressed as Kiki from the movie Kiki's Delivery Service.

Nathan covered his mouth not to laugh, she looked so adorable he simply couldn't take her anger seriously. He was dressed as Tombo as per his girlfriend's request, even though he had never seen the movie and didn't know any of the characters.

The rest of the gang had the most generic costumes, Curtis and Alisha were matching as Danny and Sandy, Kelly repurposed an old dress and added a pointy hat to become a witch, and Simon was L from Death Note (which could hardly be considered a costume without the black wig, it was basically what he wore to bed).

"I think Lyds wanted to see our house," Simon mumbled, brushing his hair away from his eyes. "Dad always goes all out with the decorations and it's her favorite holiday."

Nathan made a face despite deep down feeling kinda bad for her. She had to hide from her own family, her dad seemed like an actually cool guy and he couldn't begin to imagine how much she missed him. All for what? To be with him. It made him feel a little guilty when he stopped to think about it.

"Besides, we're just killing time until the party," Alisha added.

"What sort of party starts at midnight anyway? People have jobs," Kelly grumbled, already tired of having to wake up early every single day for community service. "And I don't even get paid, it's bollocks."

"It's Halloween!" Lydia tried to cheer her up and lighten the mood. "The Midnight Monster Ball is a tradition, besides it's not like Shaun is gonna be watching us, you can take a nap tomorrow while we pick up litter or something."

"Y'gotta find yourself a bloke," Nathan teased. "Maybe this time a different primate, like an orangutan, or a chimpanzee!"

"Shut up, you prick!" Kelly barked.

The banter going down within the group stopped them from realizing something didn't feel right. As they walked down the streets, the number of children was getting smaller, which could be because it was past 10:30, but it wasn't the case. 

The lights in the houses were mostly off and instead of creepy Halloween decorations, they saw empty, boring lawns with unkempt grass. 

Even the Bellamy house didn't have the traditional zombies and skeletons Lyddie's dad always liked to display, the only reminder of the most beloved holiday in that household was a couple of pumpkins by the doorstep.

"Is dad okay?" She asked, turning a worried frown at Simon.

"I think so, when I left everything was up like always," he narrowed his eyes, trying to see into the house through the window and check if there was anyone home. "I put the stuff up myself with Blossom two weeks ago."

"Do you think someone nicked it?" Curtis asked. "Thought this part of town was a little safer."

"What are the chances? Who would want some old props? Besides, every other house is missing their stuff too," Lydia looked around, her heart sinking with the realization that something twisted was about to unravel.

"Maybe it's a serial killer, only instead of killin', he steals Halloween decorations," Nathan suggested. "Maybe someone wanted t'have the scariest house and wiped away the competition!"

"Do you actually have a brain or is it just echo in there?" Alisha asked mockingly.

Before he could get her with a witty comeback, someone (or something) passed them by. It was massive, at least eight feet tall, and moved with surprising agility for its size.

"Is that the Frankenstein?" He asked.

"The Frankenstein's monster, Frankenstein is the name of the doctor, not the creature," Simon corrected.

"Cool costume," Curtis shrugged before they kept walking to see if the problem with the houses continued on the other blocks.

The streets that just a moment ago seemed desert now were filled with people roaming in elaborate costumes: ghosts, witches, skeletons, demons... and even some more recognizable ones like Ghostface or Michael Myers.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Lydia jumped when a swarm of demonic babies with sharp fangs and red eyes crawled by her feet like roaches. 

The exclamation seemed to attract the attention of all the other creatures walking around and as if they were sharing a hive mind, they all stopped what they were doing to stare at the group.

"Lydia... Isn't that dad's old zombie?" Simon's voice cracked when he pointed at the undead man walking among the monsters at the end of the street. 

"What? The zombie from your yard just came t'life like some sort of Pinocchio from hell and left?" Nathan laughed.

"Mr. Spencer's grim reaper, Mrs. Callway's vampire, Lana Kadri's ghost bride," Lydia grew more horrified with each prop she was able to recognize. "Run!"

When the group took off to get away from whatever that was, they were followed by a large cloud of bats and a crowd of ghosts, the white ones that look like someone covered in bed sheets.

"Is this about the storm?" Alisha asked. 

"I don't know," she stopped to hide under the porch at her parent's house. "All I know is that the decorations I used to see every year are fucking walking around by themselves!" 

"That's just great, that's fuckin' amazin'," Nathan groaned, tossing and turning. "What the fuck is this? Fuckin' Scooby-Doo? There are actual monsters out there, what the fuck do we do?"

"Is this just in this neighborhood or do you think it's all over the Estate?" Simon asked.

"How the fuck are we s'posed t'know?" 

"Someone has a potty mouth..." a raspy voice called from behind them.

"JESUS! NO! KILL IT!" Alisha yelped, crawling out of their hiding spot only to get up and find herself face to face with the scariest clown she had ever seen, smiling and showing its sharp teeth covered in blood.

"Hey there, Lisha," it called.

"What?" Lydia and the others soon followed when they heard their friend's scream. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Mr. Wallace's Pennywise... Shit! This isn't how I pictured meeting Tim Curry for the first time!"

"This ain't Tim Curry, love, that's a demon!" Nathan practically hid behind her in the presence of that creature.

"Alien," she corrected, much like her brother would do.

"Beep beep, Nathan," Pennywise teased before seemingly disappearing into thin air. 

"Is he gone?" Kelly asked.

"It, it's pronoun is it..." Lydia mumbled.

To answer their question, a knife dropped from the sky and stabbed the grass right between Curtis' feet before the rain started to pour, only instead of water drops, small needles were falling from the sky. 

"Let's get out of here!" Simon warned and they all went inside the house, except for Curtis, who tried, but a pair of hands grabbed his legs from underneath the porch.

"Let me go!" He pleaded, but the rain grew heavier, stabbing little holes all over his arms and shoulders. "What the fuck is this?" 

"Let's see if you run again," the clown's voice echoed around him, the same knife that landed next to him, now slashed his ankles, tearing his sturdy achiles tendons completely and shedding a puddle of blood that covered the grass rapidly causing excruciating pain.

Curtis was about ready to faint when he felt another pair of hands pulling him up and into the house, thankfully this time it was Nathan. Once they shut the front door, the cuts were gone, as if they never even existed.

"Fuck, I thought I was done for..." Curtis muttered, grabbing at his legs to make sure he wasn't hurt.

"Nah, we're all fine, we're all- JESUS CHRIST!" Nathan screamed when he found all the others laying on the floor, agonizing as the deep wounds on their chests gushed blood all over the place. "Lollipop! Lydia!"

He got down on his knees and took his girlfriend's body, his eyes filling with tears knowing he would never be able to join her. "Nate, why didn't you save me? It killed me because you weren't there..." 

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry," he cried, holding her against his chest, filled with guilt and regret. "Please don't die! Please!"

"Did you hear that?" Kelly asked as she heard Nathan's pained howl from downstairs.

"Do you think he's okay?" Alisha followed her to one of the rooms without even realizing the rest of the group wasn't behind them. "This is so fucked up, Kels, this is worse than anything we've dealt with before!"

A knock on the door made both girls jump. They were terrified to face that creature again, so in an unspoken agreement, they decided not to open it, simply ignoring the banging growling louder and louder. 

"Kels! Lisha! It's me," Lydia's voice called.

"Lyds?" Kelly asked.

"Please let me in, it's after me!"

Without thinking twice, Kelly opened the door, but instead of their friend, someone else walked inside. Tim, the video game guy they had met only a while back, with his gun pointed at them. 

"Roxxy! Why did you run away from me?" As soon as he opened his mouth, hundreds of tiny spiders spilled out, crawling down his body and up Alisha's. "We were gonna get married, you cunt!"

"This isn't real, you're in jail!" Kelly shook her head.

"Get this off of me! They're getting in my ears, I think I swallowed some!" Alisha squirmed and coughed, trying to shake the spiders away unsuccessfully. 

"Alisha?" Simon called, banging on the wall from the other room where he was stuck with Lydia, the real one. "Lyds, do you smell something burning?"

"No, what are you talking about? Where's Nathan?" She paced from one side of the room to the other, hoping he would come through the door, her breathing was getting more labored and her vision was starting to blur.

She felt her chest constricting more and more, heavier with something she couldn't identify, and her throat started to close as if she experienced an allergic reaction. Simon, noticing his sister's struggle, took her in his arms, looking into her mouth when she pointed desperately.

"Oh my God!" He pulled out the object that was choking her: an entire rose, thorns and all. "Are you okay?" 

"Do I look okay? Everything itches, it feels like my skin is burning and falling apart!" Lydia whimpered, her voice hoarse, as she turned to look in the mirror. The reflection that stared back at her was a terrifyingly pale girl with flowers growing all over her face. Leaves came out of her nose, petals spewing from the corners of her mouth. "Simon! Nathan doesn't love me!"

"What?"

"This is hanahaki, Simon! Means I love someone who doesn't love me back!"

"That made-up disease from manga?"

All of her words were drowned out when more rose petals forced their way out of her mouth and nose, stopping her from breathing and piling on the floor in front of her. 

"Calm down, we're gonna fix it, it's probably just Pennywise screwing around!" Simon lifted his sister up and opened the door, hoping finding the others would help, but it turns out the smell bothering him was the entire first floor of his house burning down. "Fuck! What do I do?"

"Lydia!" Nathan cried once again 

"Nathan!" She was able to choke out. 

"Lyds! You're alive? I thought I lost you!" He called from the living room.

Those words warmed her heart and her airways were slowly clearing up, she gasped loudly and jumped to her feet, running down the stairs and pulling her brother with her.

"There was no fire?" Simon mumbled.

"ASBO GANG! LIVING ROOM RIGHT NOW!" Lydia yelled, her voice replenished. "PENNYWISE IS FUCKING WITH US, NOTHING THAT YOU'RE SEEING RIGHT NOW IS REAL! TOGETHER WE CAN SOLVE THIS!"

Kelly and Alisha ran out of the room, mostly to get away from Tim, and soon they were all able to reunite in one place, exactly like the Losers Club had done in the Neibolt house when they were able to defeat the monster.

"Okay, so Pennywise from the Stephen King book 'It' is after us. Turns out the decorations coming to life have the same powers as the characters they are supposed to be and we might be completely out of luck. It feeds on human flesh, and loves the taste of fear, this is exactly what it wants."

"You've read the book, what do we do?" Kelly asked.

"We need to... perform the ritual of Chüd," Lydia murmured, shaking her head in disbelief. 

"What the fuck is that?" Alisha screamed, still shaking her hair to get rid of spiders only she could see. 

"First of all, I need you all to believe you can kill it. Believe it with all your heart and don't be scared no matter what it shows you. It's all just an illusion, we're in control," she explained. "I'll look into the dead lights and bite its tongue with my mind, I'll fight it in its realm and when it's weak and vulnerable, you lot reach into its chest and rip out the heart, destroy it."

"Wait WHAT? You'll bite the clown's tongue? You gonna french it or somethin'?" Nathan yelped nervously.

"It's all metaphysical, you'll see... Just believe in yourselves and don't let it get into your head. We're together, we're alive, nothing it can do can hurt us if we don't let it..."

"Yeah, okay, we can do that," Simon nodded.

"PENNYWISE ISN'T REAL!" Lydia shouted with such confidence, which prompted a huge reaction from the creature, always very offended by that sort of affirmation.

"Not real?" It growled, coming to her not as a clown or the giant spider she expected, but as Nathan. "Then how come you're growin' flowers everywhere cause I don't love you?" 

"I'm not, you are not Nathan and the real Nathan does love me. That's why you used me to scare him. You're no better than a bully and I've dealt with plenty of those in my life, so come at me you fucking wanker!"

"Don't taunt it!" Curtis warned, but Simon shook his head, signaling for him to allow Lydia to do whatever she had to.

"Please, Maturin, help me out..." she muttered as Pennywise opened its mouth wide, showing her the dead lights in the back of its throat. 

"L-Lollipop!" Nathan tried to hold her down when her eyes rolled back into her head and her feed left the ground as her body lifted into the air, dangerously close to those sharp fangs. The best he could do was to follow her instructions and believe everything would be okay. "Yeah well, fuck you, clown thing! I've seen pubic haircuts scarier than you! Barry's face is scarier than you, so fuck off!"

"Y-yeah! You're not even a little creepy, we've killed people and shit..." Alisha added. 

"You have to believe it, Lisha," Simon whispered. "Lydia is fighting it right now. We have to do our part."

"Fine, alright! You stupid fuck, we're all superheroes, you messed with the wrong people!"

The others quickly understood their assignment and started screaming all sorts of mockery. It didn't seem to be working until the lights started flickering and Lydia finally moved, gasping loudly and sticking her hand into its throat to pull the three glowing orbs out which happened to pull the entire digestive tract of the monster with it, truly a repulsive image.

"Ew! Ew!" Kelly turned her face as her friend dragged a long rope of intestines out through its mouth causing the alien to slowly die in front of them.

"Now! The heart!" Simon stuck his hand into Pennywise's chest and pulled out the first thing he reached, still pulsating even outside of the body. 

"I'm gonna be sick," Curtis moaned when Nathan took the organ and smashed it on the floor, stomping it like his life depended on it (and it probably did).

"Is this it?" Alisha asked when Lydia fell on the puddle of weird goo and blood left beneath her. "Did we do it?"

"Did you snog the clown?" Nathan asked almost at the same time, but went quiet when he noticed it wasn't the time for jealousy. 

"I think so... killed it, not kiss it," Lyddie sighed. "We better get changed and go home, there's no way-"

Before she could finish, the clock on the wall made a sound to announce it was midnight. A sound she was well familiar with from the time she used to live there. 

Once she sat back up, the only thing she saw was a Pennywise plastic sculpture, just like the one she always saw in Mr. Wallace's yard. The goo, the guts, the blood, it was all gone. 

"Oh, guess the curse is over?" Lydia gave the sculpture a shove just to make sure it was fake.

"It's no longer Halloween technically," Simon shrugged, feeling rather dumb for wasting all that effort when they could've just waited a few minutes.

"Anyone wanna hit the Centre for that party still? I could definitely use a drink," Nathan sighed dramatically, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Kelly groaned, grabbing the prop so they could give it back to the owner. "Yeah, why not? Let's forget this shit show."

Tag List: @firstpersonnarrator @seanfalco @elliethesuperfruitlover

#misfits fanfic #misfits #nathan young #nathan young x oc #fanfic #it fanfic #pennywise fanfic #crossover #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan fanfic #tw: gore #sheehalloween 2022

[trouvailleamor]

“You know, you’re not subtle at all,” Richie had said before kicking a rock across the green. 

“Huh?” Ben asked.

“You wanting to bang Bev,” Richie said like it was nothing. “Not subtle at all.”

“What?” Ben sputtered, face turning beet-red. “What? What?”

Richie threw his head back and laughed. “It’s fine, Haystack. Big Bill also wants to bang Bev, so you’re not alone. You guys could start your own, gross club.”

#this stupid clown movie won't leave my damn head #reddie fic #it 2017 #it 2019 #it stephen king #richie tozier #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #bev marsh #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #stan uris #stanley uris #patty uris #patricia blum uris #patty blum uris #it fanfic

[missriddle03]

➪𝗟𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀-𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗨𝗿𝗶𝘀

➪𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀- "𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗼"

➪𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀- 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗲𝘅 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸,𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴

➪𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱- 10 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 56 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀

➪𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀-2,084

𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

She layed there on her bed,which was covered in flowers in particular Daisy's, whilst watching TV. She looked over to her window to see a bike on the floor standing upright. The girl had gotten up and walked over to the window shutting her TV off. The bike was staying in the middle of her garden, the trees were swaying back and forth as she looked around. A familiar smell wafted through her nose as she turned around to see Stanley Uris or Stan the man.

"Stanley!" She had said. Y/n ran towards him and gave him a tight hug. He seemed different like he usally did. Stanley was usally bubbly or full of energy but today he seemed down. He wasn't talking about random topics or doing goofy stuff, today he just sat down on her bed looking at her and around her room. Nothing changed about her room. It wasn't even interesting to look at. She knew something was wrong, y/n had sat down next to him and looked up at him. "So you gonna tell me what's wrong or will I have to force you to tell me? Hm" she gave him an ultimatum. He looked at her wanting to tell her something...something important that could definitely change how she would act around him. "I got back with lexi" he told her. Her smile seemed to fade away with that name. Lexi, the girl who broke his heart at only 14.

Lexi stood there across the table eyeing up Stanley and the rest of the losers. She stormed over sitting herself down on the grey chairs that were uncomfortable to sit at. "Stanney baby you don't wanna eat that, it is full of fats and sugars. No wonder your running up the walls every 5 minutes" she whispered to him. Whispered loud enough for everyone on the table to here her. "It's not my place to impose but I think Stanley is fine with what he eats and-" "your right it isn't your place to impose, I'm his girlfriend so shut your gob" she smiled a devilish smile before taking his food and emptying it in the school bins. "I wasn't hungry anyways" Stanley walked from the tables and decided to go to the library. Lexi had stopped him hanging with with losers for weeks but soon she dumped him for a school jock.

Since then she always held a grudge on lexi. Especially more so when Lexi had stopped him hanging with her. "Wait Seriously? Why?" Was the only questions she said. She had more but it wasn't the right time to ask them all. "I-I don't know I just, I guess I wanted her" 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘖𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳? "There's something else isn't there Stan, or you would be happy" he looked at her then looked at the panting y/n had drew of the losers. "She said that she would tell everyone something that I wish I hadn't told her" 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘦𝘹𝘪 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵? "I just like her again and I can't tell you why because it's hard to explain" he admitted. She stood up walked to the window and looked back at him. His ruffled curly hair made her smile but what he had said left y/n unamused. "Can you just answer me and be truthfull" "what was the thing she was gonna tell us if you said no?" She looked at Stanley and knew he wasn't expecting that question. "I um told her a while ago about me liking someone in the losers but it was a while ago so it means nothing now" he replied. As he said liking someone in the group he looked at y/n before looking down to finish his sentence.

She looked around the same boring room that Stanley had now shared his thought in as she started second guessing the whole reason she wants him back. "Stan, as much as I want you to stay I need to finish my work" he looked at her once more before heading out her bedroom door and jumping onto his bike doing a wave through the opposite side of her window and biking away looking not himself. Infact once he had left she sunk on her bed getting ready to call Richie. She picked up her phone which she had covered in skull stickers and rang Richie. "Hey rich did you um hear about Stan and lexi by any chance?" "No, Stanley actually called an important losers meeting at the quarry and he wants us all there now" "Oh okay well I'm on my way bye rich"

She hoped onto her bike carrying her bag with her as she started biking to the quarry. Once y/n had got there she placed her bag on the floor awaiting the rest of the losers and most importantly Stan. "Hey rich!" Richie waved his hand before sitting down next to y/n. Soon the whole losers club, except Stanley, showed up. Minutes go by and minutes turn to them waiting 10 minutes for him. "Is h-he even g-going t-to s-show?" Bill asked. "He asked us to be here so I hope so" as soon as she said that Stanley arrived. With a visitor along side him. "You gotta be shittin' me" Beverly blurted out quietly but quiet enough for only y/n and Bill to hear.

"What is she doing here?" Y/n had asked him. Lexi was standing next to him in full control. She was wearing a small pink skirt with a crop top with Daisy's on it. Her hair was dyed from her natural blonde to red. "I was wondering if Lexi could join our club um seeing as we are together again" they all shared looks and Stanley knew it was gonna be a no. "Seriously Stan...just seriously. She walks into your life after what 5 or 6 months after being with the jock she cheated on you with now you expect us to allow her in this friendship group when she isn't our friend?  Seriously" y/n had said to Stanley. Lexi heard every word, she put her face to his ear and whispered to him. "She's just making stuff up, she's controlling you" "Oh my god you gotta be kidding me. Stan she literally spoke to you like that manipulating you" by now y/n was getting annoyed with Lexi's shenanigans.

"She isn't okay,just let her join please" his pleading made them seem like a monster by not letting her in. They all had good reasons why. Mike just hates her for the way she acts towards Stanley, Richie doesn't like her because simply she stopped him hanging with them, Beverly doesn't like her because she cheated on Stan, Bill doesn't like her because she manipulated him, Eddie didn't like her because she made him do things he didn't wanna do, Ben doesn't like her because he caught her flirting with another guy whilst she was dating Stan and y/n hates her for all those reasons. "You can't bring her here and expect us to allow her in! You can't just bring someone and expect everyone to say yes" y/n had said to him. "Well then you shouldn't be in this group, I brought you to this exact spot and asked everyone to let you in and they said yes. If your sticking with what you said then you shouldn't even be in this group" Stanley pushed her to the edge. "Wow Stan just wow...you know what fuck you. Im leaving" y/n stormed off. "N-nice g-going S-stan. R-ruining everything o-once again t-thanks to h-h-her" Bill said standing up getting annoyed. The whole group was annoyed. "Y-you m-made her l-leave the group. W-we all l-like her and y-you r-ruined us" "Oh my god get on with it stuttering slug" lexi had said. Y/n was behind her. She had come back for her bag until she heard those words 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥. "How dare you say that to him you asshole" "it is the truth though" lexi had once said. "Your not even sticking up for your friends Stan..your different" "but I'm telling the truth his stuttering is getting on my nerves honestly" lexi was asking for what y/n did. Y/n got close enough to lexi before punching her in the face. The same punch that Bill did to Richie a while ago. "That was for saying mean stuff to bill" she grabbed her bag and took off. She was followed by Bill and the rest of the losers.

"T-thanks f-for s-sticking u-up for me" Bill said smiling. "Your welcome" "it's l-little t-things l-like this t-that make it w-worth h-having f-friends for" y/n nodded her head as she agreed with him. Stanley not sticking up for his friends made her more annoyed. Y/n walked home hoping to not bump into Stanley seeing as he lived not far from her house. To her surprise Stanley was infront of her house. He had dropped a friendship bracelet that he had or used to have. Y/n walked to the door and picked it up. "Stan, what's this for?" "Seeing as we're no longer friends I thought I'd drop it of" "no longer friends?" He nodded his head. "You punched lexi my girlfriend in the face of course we're no longer friends" "she called Bill a stuttering slug, you couldn't even stick up for him. Shows what a real friend you were" she took the bracelet and dumped it in the rubbish bin before opening the door and walking in.

She ran to her room and leaped onto her bed. Tears screaming down her face she went to actually do her homework this time. Weeks pass and Stanley hasn't been in contact with her or any other loser. It was the last class of the day during school and it was in the same class as Stanley. Y/n took her seat next to Stan and payed attention. Y/n got partnered up with Stanley. She didn't talk to him at all. "Why are you not talking to me?" He asked, he was clearly oblivious. "You fuck us all over and ignore us" "you punched lexi!" Y/n stood up and walked out the classroom door. After the lesson that y/n skipped she joined the rest of the losers and Stanley walked towards them. "Watch out here he comes" "what are you doing here?" Beverly asked him. Y/n averted her gaze to look anywhere but looking at him. "I know we aren't on the best of terms but I just wanna say I'm sorry" "your sorry? Wait your sorry? You think that will magically make us forget about everything? Then you must think we're stupid or something" y/n told Stanley before grabbing her books from her locker and putting them in her bag. "For fucks sake" Richie muttered as Lexi started walking towards them. "Stanney come on don't associate yourself with them" "No, I'm staying with them" everyone looked shocked as Stanley was now sticking up for himself. "You better come with me or I'm ending things and telling them your secret" she muttered. "Go ahead, I'm staying" lexi walked off in a mood as usal. "Did that just..damn" Richie spoke.

Days pass without lexi mentioning anything. Stanley came walking up towards y/n. He stood infront of her and pressed his lips onto hers. It took a few seconds to get used to what was happening. "W-Why did you do that?" She asked him. "Lexi is bound to tell you at some point. The person I had a crush on was you" "I-I had a crush on you too but 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗼 maybe when we were in year 5" Stanley looked at her eyes "Will there be a chance that I can redeem myself and ask you to be my girlfriend?" "Maybe there is"

"Y/n will you be my girlfriend?" "Yes Stanley I will be" y/n and Stanley smiled brightly. "I bet Lexi didn't expect this" "I didn't either" Stanley joked.

#it 2017 #it chapter one #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #stanley uris #ben hanscom #pennywise #stan uris #eddie kaspbrak #stories #it fanfic #fanfic #it fanfiction #y/n x Stanley uris #stanley x y/n #stanley uris x reader

[elles-writes]

first proper IT fic!

(its a bit sad)

#richie tozier #reddie #it 2017 #it 2019 #it fanfic

[dicktozier]

this is me trying

Richie Tozier/Dan Torrance - It & Doctor Sleep Crossover

Summary: While Richie Tozier is trying to recover from everything he experienced in Derry, he meets Dan Torrance and discovers that he has a power called ‘shining’. The two of them must learn to navigate life on the other side of the traumas that they’ve experienced. The bond that they form is truly some ‘cosmic-level shit’.

From the fic:

He made eye contact with the man across the aisle. Richie remembered that his name was Dan and he had been sober for over ten years. Richie hoped that he wasn’t still coming to this joint after ten fucking years. And to someone who was ten years sober, this shit had to be a joke.

Dan had sad eyes, but they sparkled with a slight bit of mischief when he met Richie’s gaze, like maybe he could tell what Richie was thinking. Everyone has their demons . A voice that Richie almost didn’t recognize said back to him in his brain. 

Richie furrowed his brows. That was weird .

“The thing is, everyone else has no problem drinking to celebrate. Have a few glasses of wine and get loosened up.” Debbie went on.

Can you hear me? The voice said. Dan was still looking at him and his gaze was so intense that Richie had to look away. He took a deep breath, trying to focus back on the meeting. The story about the woman’s other family birthdays and holidays that had gone wrong because of her drinking.

“For me, it was three bottles … four bottles.”

Richie looked down at where his hands were clasped uneasily between his knees.

After the meeting, Richie bolted toward the door to smoke. Rolling fog was visible even in the dark of the evening. It was damp out, like it had drizzled while they were inside. The street light reflected on the dark pavement. He stood on the right side of the building, away from the rest of the smokers who gathered on the left under the big tree. Shoulders slumped as Richie focused on the bitter taste of the cigarette.

I’m fucking losing it. A drink sounds so fucking good right now. Richie thought to himself.

“Hi.”

Richie looked up. He tried not to be annoyed that Dan was approaching him and offering him a cup of stale shitty coffee in a styrofoam cup.

“Hey.” Richie said, politely taking the cup, but not making eye contact with him.

“Dan Torrance.”

“Richie Tozier.” He gave a quiet laugh. “Feels kinda stupid introducing myself since I do that every so often in front of everyone.”

“Don’t feel stupid.” Dan said.

Richie’s gaze flickered up to meet Dan’s. “You want a smoke?” Richie asked.

“No, thank you. I don’t smoke.” Dan said.

“Ten years sober and no nicotine? Jesus.” Richie said, taking a long draw from his cigarette.

Dan smiled, but shrugged. “I can’t help but notice that you sit alone during the meetings. If you ever need anyone to talk to … ”

“I’m not really looking for a sponsor.” Richie interrupted him. You’re not supposed to be attracted to your sponsor . He thought.

Dan’s brow furrowed, and he looked down at the space on the sidewalk between where they were standing. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled softly. “Still.”

Richie knew that he hadn’t said that second part out loud, but the way that Dan was blushing made him wonder if he had by accident. “Sorry, I uh, wasn’t trying to be rude.” Richie said carefully.

Dan cleared his throat. “No, not at all. I just meant that everyone can use a little extra help sometimes. Or a friend.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, alright?” Richie offered a smile.

Dan smiled back and nodded. “See you around, Richie.”

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