#Bill Denbrought

[brittle-bone-gabe]

A Losers Thanksgiving

Basically, I bought It: Chapter 2 a week ago and adored rewatching when the Losers reunited at the restaurant and had to write something based on that.   Summary: Shortly after getting married, Ben and Beverly invite the Losers Club over for Thanksgiving. Pairings: Adult Reddie (Richie x Eddie), Adult Benverly (Ben x Beverly)   Read on Ao3: Here

After the ordeal back in Derry, Maine it wasn’t a surprise that Beverly Marsh and Ben Hanscom ended up leaving together to go to Lincoln, Nebraska; just like Richie and Eddie left together to go to Chicago. The thoughts of Bev’s ex-husband faded when she moved into Ben’s house, every bad, abused memory that she ever had also faded. This was the first time in her life she was ever treated right by a man, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t use to flinch whenever Ben moved too quickly around her. Well, while Ben understood where she was coming from, he did everything he could to make her feel more comfortable and secure. It wasn’t long before she started feeling comfortable around him, acting like both best friends while still dating. The best kind of relationship. Of course, Ben had a feeling that if she had reason to, Bev would kick his ass. 

Richie and Eddie got married before Ben and Beverly did; only a week apart. It wasn’t planned, it just sort of happened, and they couldn’t help but laugh about that. Of course something like that would happen to the Losers. Back to back Loser weddings were the best. Although, Richie always pointed out that his wedding was better for the fact he put small bags of weed underneath the Losers seats. Well... that’s what was supposed to happen, but Eddie’s mother sat in a chair they weren’t expecting her to and instead of something normal under her seat she had a small bag of weed. Whoops. Richie didn’t hear the end of that for almost a year, now he and Eddie’s mom couldn’t make eye contact with each other. 

Ben and Beverly’s wedding was normal for the most part. It was certainly a beautiful one at that with all the Losers showing up. Beverly’s uncle, who she saw as a father, walked her down the aisle all while Ben was keeping everything he had to not cry. Ben remembered looking out to see Richie tease him by moving a finger down his cheek, implying that he was going to cry. Making sure nobody was looking, Ben threw him a discreet middle finger. Richie was about to retaliate, but both Eddie and Stan punched him on either arm.   

At this point, the Losers had a lot of pictures of each other at weddings; beautiful, formal pictures, and a lot of drunken pictures. With all the years apart they needed to catch up for lost time, this was the perfect way to do it too. Mike Hanlon had a lot of the formal pictures set up at his desk at work, but at home he had the stupid ones hung up on the wall. Richie wanted to hang up the pictures where Eddie was clearly drunk out of his mind, but Eddie refused, saying that he will burn the house down if he did that. Maybe Richie would risk it. Bill had a wedding photo taken of all the Losers set as his laptops background, always looking back on it whenever he was in a state of writers block. 

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Bev was moving around the house, putting up Thanksgiving decorations, being sure not to get in Ben’s way since he was on a video conference with a large group of people and didn’t want to get in the way of that. Thanksgiving was next week and she was excited, it was their first holiday being husband and wife and she wanted everything to be perfect. Plus, she always wanted to decorate a house with holiday decor; she wasn’t allowed to at her fathers house and when she moved to aunt and uncles they never really decorated either. Ben, on the other hand, welcomed it. They went out together, picking things out that would look good for the house. Ben remembered the huge smile on Bev’s face as she picked up decor items, holding it up to him, asking if he thought it would look good. Of course, he would always agree, a smile just as big on his own face. 

While she was decorating, holding the fake turkey in her hands while standing in the kitchen, Bev stopped, getting a fantastic idea. She absolutely could not wait for Ben to get off the conference call to ask him about it. Bev was thinking: Hey, this would be mine and Ben’s first holiday, why not get the Losers in on it? Oh, hell yeah, that would be an amazing time. 

The moment Ben closed his laptop, letting out a sigh, moving into the kitchen where Beverly was still in, standing on the counter as she was putting little turkey stickers on the window. Ben came up behind her, putting his hands on her waist to make sure she wouldn’t fall backwards. Bev giggled as he helped her down. 

“It’s looking great!” Ben said, a smile on his face before planting a kiss on Beverly’s forehead. 

“This is my favorite!” She picked up the fake turkey plush that was sitting on the kitchen island. “Squeeze it!” She held it out to him. Ben took it from her, doing what he was instructed to do. Gobble, gobble, gobble. “Isn’t it cute!” 

Ben couldn’t help but laugh, putting the plush on his wife's head. “It’s so cute, just like you.” Bev stood on her toes, giving Ben a kiss as the plush toy slid off her head and to the floor. 

“Sooo... I had an idea for Thanksgiving,” she said, picking up the plush. 

“Hmm... more decorations?”

Bev laughed. “N- well, yes, but no. What if we invited the Losers for Thanksgiving?” 

Ben loved that idea. It was a few months ago since they seen their best friends for their wedding, but having them over for a holiday? That would be amazing. 

“That...” Ben wrapped his arms around Bev’s waist, pulling her in close, “is a fantastic idea. Do you think they’ll come?” 

“I hope so.” 

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Thankfully all of the Losers decided to drop whatever (if they had any) plans they originally had for Thanksgiving to travel to Lincoln, Nebraska to see Bev and Ben for the holidays. Yeah, Bill and Stan’s family wasn’t too thrilled about the idea that they wouldn’t be around for Thanksgiving, but they managed to get out of it by bringing up the fact it’s been a long time since the Losers were together and never around each other during the holidays. Yeah, Stan had to sleep on the couch for awhile, but he was still able to go. Bill had bought his plane ticket as soon as he got off the phone with Ben. Mike didn’t really have anything going on anyways, thankfully he didn’t work on Thanksgiving, in fact, he was originally was just going to order a pizza for the night and watch movies back to back until he fell asleep. So getting that phone call turned his entire mood around. 

Eddie got an earful from his mother when he called to tell him that he and Richie weren’t going to make it to the family Thanksgiving dinner they had every year. She was trying to guilt trip him into going, and Eddie almost gave in, but Richie held his fingers up to his own head, pretending to shoot himself, dramatically leaning to his side as if he were dead. While he was trying to be funny he accidentally slipped and fell off his chair, landing on the floor with a thud as the chair slipped and fell on him. Eddie rolled his eyes, saying that they couldn’t make it. He kept apologizing, saying he loved her before hanging up the phone. 

“You’re a goddamn idiot,” he told Richie, who pulled himself up from the floor, his joints cracking as he did. “God, you’re old.” 

Richie laughed, flipping his husband off with both middle fingers. “Fuck you.” Eddie got back on his phone, looking for flights. “What’cha doin’?” 

“Booking before it’s too late,” Eddie said, his eyes focused on the screen. 

“Or... or, or...” Richie said, covering his phones screen, “we could drive there.”

“Drive...?” Eddie asked, looking up at Richie who nodded, a goofy smile on his face. “It’s only a two hour flight, driving would take, like...” he looked it up quickly, “seven and a half hours.” 

“Awww, c’mon, Eddie Spaghetti! Road trip!” 

“I can barely handle being in the house with you, do you think I could handle being stuck in a confined space with you?”

Richie put a hand on his chest, looking hurt. “Ouch... you hurt me.” 

“Good.” Richie blinked a few times, not sure what to say. “...Fine, but I’m driving.” 

“Oh... I’d rather walk. I’d get there faster.” 

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Thanksgiving finally rolled around, Beverly was overly excited as she was pacing back and forth, waiting for the Losers to show up. She had woken up early with Ben as they started working on Thanksgiving dinner, stressing herself out about it, but Ben had to reassure her that the Losers said they were going to be bringing stuff too so she didn’t have to do everything. God, Bev never hosted a dinner before, she didn’t know what she should or shouldn’t do, what would or wouldn’t be too much. She knew that the Losers couldn’t care less if the dinner wasn’t perfect, they would just enjoy the time together, but she was still panicking.

Ben came up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders, giving her a small massage.

“It’s perfect,” he told her, kissing her cheek, “they’ll just be happy to get some free food.” They both laughed as the door bell rang.

As they were making their way to open it, it changed to constant ringing of the door bell then someones hand pounding on the door.

“Let us in!” Ben and Bev heard Mike and Stan yell from the other side.

As soon as they opened the door they saw Richie shove handfuls of snow down Mike and Stan’s shirts. Bev covered her mouth to hide her smile as the two men screamed from the freezing cold. Richie was laughing so hard that he had no idea that Bill was coming up behind him with a handful of snow as well. He wrapped his arm around Richie’s throat, forcing the snow in his face before backing off, laughing.

“No! Why!” Richie shouted, spiting the snow out of his mouth, taking off his now blurry glasses. The moment Richie cleared off his glasses and put them back onto his face, he was met with a snow ball thrown by Eddie. “Oh, you are so fuckin’ dead, Tozier,” Richie said, picking up some snow, forming it into a snow ball.

Eddie panicked, not wanting to get hit with the dirty snow, so he ran behind Ben to use as a shield.

“Be nice to Eddie!” Bev said, folding her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, man, why do you wanna hurt Eddie?” Mike added, still trembling from the cold.

“Wh-” Richie started.

“Such an asshole, dude,” Stan added.

“What is with this attack on me right now?”

“Gotta be nice to Eddie, man,” Bill said, purposely bumping into Richie’s shoulder as he walked past him.

Richie saw Eddie give him the middle finger as he was making his way into the house with everyone else. Oh, yeah. He was so fuckin’ dead.

Everyone took off their snow covered shoes so they wouldn’t track any snow into the beautiful house. Everyone set the bags that they brought on the dining room table. Everyone showed what they brought for dinner; Bill brought cornbread, Stan brought wine, Mike brought pumpkin pie, and Richie and Eddie brought... brownies. Well, actually Richie baked them himself... well... he baked two different batches, making sure to leave... one... at home. Eddie had no idea what that was about, but whatever, it was something.

“It’s the only thing I know how to bake,” Richie said, slapping Mike’s hand away from the brownies.

“Since when do you bring brownies for Thanksgiving?” Ben wondered, trying to get under the lid of the brownies.

“Since... shut the fuck up or you don’t get any,” he replied, then slapped Ben’s hand away. “I guess if you don’t want them...”

Stan put a hand on Richie’s shoulder. “Thank you, Trashmouth.”

“At least someone appreciates me.”

The Losers moved into the living room, taking the time to relax from their long trip as dinner was finishing up. Ben, Bev, and Stan gathered on the couch, Mike took the reclining chair on the left of the couch, Eddie took the other chair on the right with Richie sitting in between his legs so Eddie could stoke his hair, and Bill sat on the coffee table.

They were talking, catching up on what’s been going on since they last saw each other. Well, there wasn’t too much since they had a group chat called Losers Club where they made sure they kept in contact. It was nice, but meeting up in person to speak face-to-face was even better.

“I saw your Netflix Special, Trashmouth,” Mike started, rocking back and forth slightly in the chair.

“Oh yeah? What’d you think?”

Mike breathed out a laugh. “You fuckin’ suck.”

Everyone playfully agreed, Eddie ruffling his husbands hair like he used to do to him when they were kids. He finally had the upper hand on him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re all fuckin’ critics. Thank you,” Richie said, waving a hand. “It’s probably better than Bill’s movies though.”

“Hmm... No... Bill’s stuff is better,” Stan said before taking a sip of his beer.

“Okay... cool, cool, cool,” Richie started, digging through his leather jacket pocket, some crinkling sounds came from it, “would someone who fuckin’ sucks have these?” He pulled out a baggie filled with rolled joints, holding it up for the Losers to see.

Eddie’s eyes went wide, smacking Richie on the side of the head lightly. “That’s why you didn’t want to fuckin’ fly!” 

“So smart, Eds,” Richie said with a smile, his head cranked back to look up at his husband. 

“Just like old times!” Bev said, fist bumping Richie who had opened the bag of joints. “Give it here, Trashmouth.” After taking a single joint out of the baggie for him, and maybe Eddie, Richie passed it over to Bev who took one before passing it along. 

“Absolutely not,” Eddie said, sitting back in his seat when his husband held up the joint to him. 

“I didn’t light it yet.”

“No.” The Losers started ganging up at him, trying to encourage him to at least take one hit. 

“What about the time when you smoked that cigarette?” Bill asked him, waiting for Bev to pass the lighter. 

“The time you what?!” Richie blurted out, not believing what he just heard. 

“Shut up, dude!” Eddie hissed at him. 

“You fuckin’ smoked a cigarette? When?!” Ben asked before putting the joint around his lips, taking a hit. 

“I remember that!” Mike blurted out, lighting up his joint. He took a quick hit, holding the smoke in his lungs before letting it escape. “It was you, me, Bev, and Bill.”

“I was tricked into doing it!” Eddie tried defending himself, but everyone groaned at his response. “I have asthma, I wouldn’t-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bev added after her hit. “I remember I had to help you put it in your mouth because it was the wrong goddamn way.” 

Mike started laughing. “Then he was too scared to light it.” 

“Well... looks like I have some new material for my next show...” Richie said as he took a long drag of the joint. 

“If you fucking put that in your show I will kill you, dude,” He said, flicking his ear lightly. 

“Just... try it!” Richie held it up to him. 

Eddie’s eyes went wide seeing a joint so close to his face, never in his life did he think that he would actually consider smoking pot. Well, his doctor had given him a medical card for it due to his high anxiety, but he’s never used it once, hell, he didn’t even pick up the physical card. In fact, he never told Richie that, knowing that he’d pay him to buy him some weed. Well... shit. 

He took the joint from him, taking a quick glance around the room, the Losers were watching him, waiting for him to take his first hit. 

“If any of you tell anyone I smoked cannabis-” 

“Call it weed or pot like everyone else,” Ben said, punching Eddie’s arm playfully. 

“...if any of you tell anyone I smoked pot I will fight you.” 

“Go! Go! Go! Go!” Richie chanted loudly, shaking Eddie’s legs, which spiked the shorter mans anxiety. “Up! Up! Up!” He reached up, grabbing Eddie’s wrist, guiding the joint in between his lips. 

Eddie was slightly resisting Richie pushing the joint at him. “Don’t you understand the health risks of smoking cannabis?!” He started, everyone was buckling up to try to understand his quick speech patterns that was about to come. “It can harm your lung tissues. Did you know your lungs can scar up? Because that’s exactly what’ll happen! All those blood vessels can get damaged and-” He was stopped when Richie managed to get the joint in between his lip. 

Eddie grabbed the joint in between his fingers, Richie let go of it, but kept his hand up by Eddie’s face, ready to grab the joint when he was done. He took a pretty long drag, longer than anyone had expected him to. 

“Whoa, easy, Eds,” Beverly warned. 

Everyone was telling Eddie that that was enough, that he needed to let it go. Richie took the joint from his husband, waiting for him let out the smoke, but he was holding it in his mouth. Mike, Bill, and Bev remembered a scene similar to this before; when they were fourteen he did the exact same thing when trying his first and only cigarette. Eddie started choking, letting all the smoke he was holding onto. His cheeks were heavily flushed as this point, tears were beading up in his eyes. 

The Losers laughed at him, Eddie held up his middle finger as he was trying to catch his breath, trying to stop coughing. 

“No more weed for you,” Ben said, reaching over to pat his back. 

“I-” Eddie paused, coughing up a lung, “agree,” he said coughing even more. 

“Proud of my boy!” Richie said with the joint in between his lips, reaching up to ruffle his hair. 

The Losers sat around in silence. Nobody was saying anything, not on purpose, but because they were all so stoned that they had no idea what was going on right now. Eddie had his back pressed against the chair, slouching. Even though he had one hit, it was a large hit and he’s never been high before, unlike the others, so he was up on Cloud Nine. Richie was playing with his fingers, making sure he was still alive as he lit up another joint. 

“What?” Bill asked the empty air, thinking that somebody had said something. 

Everyone glanced at one another, trying to figure out who said what. 

“What?” Bev asked him. 

They all started laughing for no reason. 

This is exactly what they all missed being around each other in real life. Just sitting around, talking, maybe smoking some pot, just enjoying each others company. They needed to do this more often. Well, minus the weed part; save that for special occasions. 

Everyone jumped when the oven from the kitchen beeped, letting Ben and Bev know that the turkey they’ve been waiting on was finally ready. The two high hosts grabbed each others hands, leaning against each other for support as they went into the kitchen. They kept giggling, turning off the oven before doing anything else so they wouldn’t forget later. Having the house burn down on Thanksgiving was something they didn’t wanted to happen. Ben put on oven mitts, pulling the turkey out, carrying it to the table where the rest of the Losers were slowly migrating their way over. Richie and Stan each had to grab Eddie’s arms, pulling him to his feet. He had to lean against Richie, who had to practically drag him to the table, pulling out a chair for him to sit. 

Mike and Bill helped Bev and Ben bring the food out to the large table. Stan was staring at the table, not particularly at anything, not being able to focus on anything. He did smell food, however, that eventually snapped out of it. Everyone else took a seat, Ben at the head of the table with Bev to his left, holding hands. Everyone was passing around the wine that Stan had brought. 

Bev giggled. “I want to make a toast,” she announced, holding her wine glass up, “to the Losers Club. Nothing or nobody can break us apart!” 

Everyone cheered, clinging their wine glasses together, taking a sip before digging in to their Thanksgiving meal. 

Everyone was laughing, talking again. They were still high as kites, but now that food was in the equation they were no longer like zombies, now everything was lively again. Richie kept cracking horrible jokes that didn’t make sense to anyone but himself; nobody was sure if it was because Richie wasn’t forming proper sentences, or if it was because they were so fuckin’ high and just couldn’t understand. He pressed his forehead on the table, his fork pointed at the ceiling that was holding a piece of turkey, laughing at something he didn’t say but rather was thinking. The rest of the Losers were laughing at him, having no idea what was going on. 

“We... we gotta do this more often,” Ben said, mixing his mash potatoes and gravy together, “y’know, not just on holidays.” 

Everyone agreed with him on that. 

“Once a month,” Mike proposed before taking a sip of his wine.  

Everyone could agree to that.

“Once a week,” Bill then said.

Again, everyone agreed to that as well. There was a pause between everyone before they agree that... no. Not once a week. Once a month would work better. 

“Once a goddamn month. You’ll all get sick of us,” Richie said, wrapping his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, whose eyes were wide as he had no idea what was going on as Richie pulled him close. 

“No... they’ll get sick of you,” Eddie corrected him once he processed what his husband said. “I’m the least annoying one here.”

“Bullshit!” Ben said to Eddie. “We have to listen to you talklikethisaboutmedicalthings,” he mocked, speaking as fast as he possible could. 

“Fuck off, bro.”

After sitting around eating for an hour, the majority of the food was practically gone, the pies were gone there was only one thing left. Richie’s brownies. At first everyone had insisted that they were too full to eat anymore, but Richie convinced them. They all sat around in the living room, back in their spots eating the brownies in silence. 

“Um... Rich?” Stan said out loud, inspecting the brownie he bit into. 

“Yeah?” 

“...is... are... are these pot brownies?” 

The Losers looked over at Richie, who was sitting on the floor in between Eddie’s legs.He stopped mid chew, looking at the brownie. They looked like normal brownies... the room smelt like pot for sure, but... He sniffed it, his eyes going wide when he realized his mistake. 

He got the pot brownie batch he made mixed up with the normal brownie batch. 

“Oh, fuck...” he said, looking up. “Um... my bad?” He said quietly with a shrug. 

That didn’t make a difference to the Losers, in fact, they started laughing at his mistake. They finished up the brownies, just because they might as well, right? 

Yeah. That was a fuckin’ mistake. 

Mike was the one who passed out first in the reclining chair, his head drooped back as he let out soft snores. Bill followed suit, laying down on the coffee table just to ‘rest his eyes,’ but ended up falling asleep the moment he shut his eyes. Ben and Bev fell asleep on the couch, Ben slouching on the couch with Bev in his arms, Stan had his legs draped across their laps, using the arm rest as a pillow. Eddie was whining about wanting to be held, so he and Richie switched spots on the chair that Eddie had been hogging; Eddie curled up on Richie’s lap, his head pressed against his chest, the sound of his heart beating put him to sleep. Richie was out the moment he wrapped his arms around his Eddie Spaghetti. 

They were all so fuckin’ high that they slept through the entire rest of the day through the night without as much as a sound. Nobody woke up, not even to get water or go to the bathroom. This was the best sleep that the seven of them had in years, who knew how great pot could be for sleep. It felt like old times when the Losers would spend the night at each others houses, staying up all night just enjoying each other until they all passed out. 

This was the best Thanksgiving any of the Losers ever fuckin’ had. 

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Guess whos evil anD HATES ME, ITS KATIE! @not-reddie ❤❤❤

Eddie: *He sings in the shower every morning when he gets up. And its not your cute dainty singing, oh no. Its a full out concert in the bathroom, he sings along to ‘eye of the tiger’, 'we are the champions’, 'boys are back in town’ all the best jams.

*Eddie knows how to cook. Since his dad died his mom kinda stepped back as a parent and left him to learn how to do basic grown up duties. Hes really good at making spaghetti much to Richies humor.

*He is a really bad rage gamer. The losers have monopoly night which use to be dark souls night till Eddie shattered a ps2 controller.

*Actually a thicc and juicey boy. This kid is eating well and it shows.

*Eddie is a metal head. He likes NIN, Korn, Marylin Manson, Tool, but worst of all ICP. No one knows he likes ICP but 'piggy pie’ and 'boogey woogey’ are his jam.

*Eddie is also fairly good at doing voices along side Richie. They like to talk to each other in Mickey Mouse and Goofy voices all the time.

*He cannot own a fish or plant because IT WILL DIE.

*After Eddie moves his medical transcripts are taken literally and he ends up an addict for a year.

*Hes got a terrible terrible laugh. Is not cute or anything itll start off normal but then hes just wheezing and snorting till he basically passes out and clams down.

*Hes good with cars, hes the one who rebuilt Bills firebird.

Richie: *He has the Austin Powers theme set for his alarm, he dances to the coffee pot every morning in nothing but boxer breifs, crocs, and a blue robe to his while the song plays.

*Hes an ass man?? Guy, girl, his age, or 50 years old Richie Toizer digs the booty.

*Richie and Bill had their own band, '2+2.’ They both were lead guitar and vocals and only ever played Tenacious d.

*Richie has a real hard time telling people to 'fuck off’ or to 'go fuck themselves’ because hes afraid theyll actually leave him.

*Because of his sensory overload (a side effect of adhd) booming noises piss him off, stomping on the floor or when someone knocks too loud on the door it instantly throws him into a bad mood.

*Richie does a really good Selvester Stalon impessionation, its probably his best and most obnoxious voice.

*Hes a cat person for the simple fact that no one else really likes cats and they’re super chill and goofy.

*Both points above being said, he makes up voices for his pets and when hes lonely he makes them “talk” to him.

*The Chinese take out place a block over from his apartment know him by name because he once ordered every item off their menu and ate it all with chop sticks including his mochi balls.

*If you cant find Richie hes on the roof.

Ben: *This. Boy. Is. Good. At. Makeup. And. Hair Fight. Me. Ben heard Bev complaining one day about how hard it was to get ready in the morning so natrually he studied beauty blogs night and day for a month to help her.

*Hes your go to man with an problems you have, hes damn good and listening and giving back good feedback on the issue.

*Hes the one who loads the coffee pot because hes the only one who knows how.

*Ben joined the Marines after marrying Bev to carry on his familys tradition of serving the country.

*Because Beverly hangs around him so much, and speaks so highly of him, Bens first male crush was Richie.

*Hes a mamas boy through and through, it might not show as bad as Eddie does but he would kill for his mommy.

*Hes been a licensed contractor, and a very sucssesful one at that, since he was 17.

*Bens favorite day is Tuesday because then he gets to wear his 'taco Tuesday’ shirt.

*He wears really nice cologne and uses really nice minty shampoo and conditioner. Ben never smells bad ever.

*He knows all the names of the carebears.

Stan: *Whos severely lactose intolerant but loves cheese to the end of the earth? Stanly.

*Stans a really good drawer and writer but doesnt flaunt his work. What poems and art he has done are all hidden in a little notebook he carries everywhere with him.

*When he gets angry or excited he spout off in Hebrew, he hates it but everyone loves it.

*Hes clinically depressed as well as Mike so they have their own little get togethers in his room to talk and just be soft and warm together.

*“Joy to the world” by: CCR is the one song Stan cant not sing and dance along to.

*Speaking of dancing, Stans a damn good dancer?? He doesnt like to dance in front of others but sometimes he really can’t help himself.

* Hes got a tramp stamp that only Bill and Eddie know about.

*Stan is a really terrible drunk, like hes a mess and a hot one at that. His 21st birthday was a nightmare, thats where the tramp stamp came from.

*Stan fucks with everyone more than anyone else does but hes so suave about it everyone else points fingers at everyone but Stan.

*He doesnt know it but the brownies in the back of the freezer are Richies editable… He has one every Friday.

Bill:

*Still has bath toys and he uses, cleans, and plays with them regularly.

*He really likes otters and has big dreams to go to an aquarium sometime.

*He hates Monday’s with a burning passion, he hates Monday more than Garfield. So on Monday he makes everyone pancakes for breakfast to make it better.

* Bill is a babysitter for Georgie and a writer on the side. Being an uncle is a full time job with benefits.

*Real life superwholock nerd fan: Billiam Denbrought.

*He was a swimmer in high school and he cant grow hair on his legs anymore because of it.

*He pure edits all the losers homework and essays.

*He makes it a point to take his dogs and Eddie down to the park to play catch/fetch every weekend.

*His worst fear outside of losing his brother is Spiders or creepy crawlies in general.

*HE DONT EAT HE DAMN VEGETABLES. HE IS THE PICKIEST EATER AND IT MAKES EVERYONE SO MAD.

Mike: *Super flirtatious, like he doesnt even know hes flirting hes just really good at it.

*He collects stuffed animals. At first he was just having a hard time getting rid of his baby toys but now its a problem.

*He loves the color yellow?? Its his color, is room is painted yellow, his car is yellow, his favorite sweater is yellow. Mike really likes yellow.

*Spicey food makes him cry. Not because it makes him sad but because its fucking spicey.

*Chivalry and manners are alive and well in this one. Hes a complete gentlemen to men and women alike but even moreso to children.

*Mike is ticklish, way super ticklish, you even wiggle a finger at him at hes like: “FKDKF FHHEHEHEHEHE STOOOOOOOP.”

*Hell never say it but alot of his songs are about Bill. And not just cause they in love but because Mike genuinly loves and looks up to Bill as a person.

*He can play the guitar, bango, harmonica, piano, cello, the triangle and he can sing.

*Mike kisses all his friends platonically on the lips and no one has ever questioned it.

*Hes really good at riddles and rhymes.

Beverly: *She totes around a huge bag full of crap 24/7, its like Eddies fanny pack but 1000× larger and its full of crap theyll never need.

*Bev will not drink milk, i dont know why she just doesnt.

*She makes all hers and Richies clothes and fixes all the torn, ripped, and button missing clothes in the house.

*Beverly is a tree climbing champion.

*Beverly believes in faries because she is one and shes not ashamed of the fact.

*She talks in her sleep loudly too. All the guys will stay uo during their sleep overs just to hear what stupid shit shes gonna say while klonked out.

*She volunteers at the animal shelter, soup kitchen, and cleans uo trash off the side of the road for fun.

*When shes sad she listens to he Srgt. Peppers Loney Hearts Club Band record on repeat till she feels better.

*Shes always wanted to play Rizzo in Grease.

*She helps Mike run their greenhouse which she and Ben built together.

#this took so long oof #katie whyyyyy?? #these are not good im so sorry #headcannons #it movie 2017 #it movie #eddie kaspbrak #richie toizer #bill denbrought #mike hanlon #stan uris #ben hanson #beverly marsh

[mileventhings11]

Just so you know, I never felt like a loser when I was with all of you.

Beverly Marsh

#beverly marsh #it movie 2017 #it 2017 #sophia lillis #jaeden lieberher #bill denbrought #richie tozier #the losers club #eddie kaspbrak #finn wolfhard #jack grazer #wyatt oleff #stanley uris #henry bowers #chosen jacobs #mike hanlon #nicholas hamilton #jake sim #belch #jeremy ray tylor #ben hanscom #jackson robert scott #georgie denbrought #patrick hockstetter #owen teague #bill skarsgard #jack dylan grazer #it movie #stranger things #s2

[chriswhalsey]

the parallels

#it 2017 #monster house #sophia lillis #jaeden wesley #beverly marsh #bill denbrought #kiss #billverly #DJ #zee #chowder #ben hascom #paralells #movies #romance

[doingwellbabe]

Greatest fear.

Pairing: Reddie

Richie is scared he wants to help Beverly, but he’s the only one of the losers who hasn’t faced his fear.

This fanfictin takes place after Pynnywise kidnapes Beverly and after losers saving her.

-Wait, can only virgins see this stuff?...

-No, Big Bill, I said I'm not going near this fucking clown thing again…

-Yes, even for Bev…

Richie`s own words echoed in his head over and over again. He knew he shouldn't have said it, but he was too afraid. Fear occupied all of his mind. He hated himself for this weakness. But he couldn't even find a strength to tell Eddie about his feelings and you're talking about facing this embodiment of fear?! After all, it`s summer and they're just a kids, he couldn't help Beverly anyway, right? He knew he was lying to himself, he just wanted everything to go back to normal, just to be together with the losers again. This thought hit Richie. Right! If that was all that he wanted, then why is he still here laying on the bed, feeling sorry for himself, while his friends need him the most? And he needs them too. With this thoughts, he jumped on his bike and headed in direction of a terrifying house. Tozier just hoped that it wasn`t too late.

He was getting closer but couldn't see anyone. Was he too late? But suddenly he discerns familiar figure. It was Eddie.

-Eds! - Richie screams but the tiny boy didn’t turn around.

Eddie entered the house. Richie ran after him without even thinking. They were standing in the big abandoned haul.

-Eds, I`m so sorry, I came here...wait where are the others? -

-Richie? - Eddie turned to him - I don't know

-Oh…well, I`m glad to see you, we need to fin… - Richie didn't have a chance to finish because of the loud circus music started to play

Clowns started to appear out of nowhere in the room. They were plastic but they knew how to walk and had wide open mouths with a creepy smile and sharp teeth in them. Richie’s eyes

rushed in panic trying to find an exit.

-Richie, help! - the scream of his friend threw him back to reality.

Trashmouth turned over to his friend and for the first time, he couldn't say anything. Plastic clowns ripped off Eddie's hand and leg. Eddie was trying to reach his friend with the hand that he still had. Richie somehow pulled the boy, that was covered in blood, out and leaned Eddie’s head on his knees. He started to cry and leaned closer to his friend’s dead body.

-Eds, don’t die! Stay conscious! Stay with me...please - he cried so hard that he didn`t care about clowns anymore.

Suddenly the front door opened. It was Bill. Richie looked at him and then back at his knees. Eddie wasn’t on his knees anymore and there were no clowns around.

-Richie wh-what are you doing h-h-here? - asked Bill while looking at his friend crying on the floor

-I came here to help you and then I saw Eddie and…

-Me? I haven't seen you, what are you talking about? - said a tiny alive boy with all of the limbs in place

Richie immediately jumped off and hugged Eddie.His eyes were swollen and wet from crying.

-Let go, Richie - hesitated Eddie in confusion

-Never...I will never let you go again, Eds

Eddie didn`t expect to hear something like this so he said nothing, even about calling him “Eds”.

-I`m glad you're here, Rich - said Mike

-Me too, now let's go kick this clown's ass and find Bev - he put his fist in the air to cheer everyone

(Everything goes like in the movie. Our precious kids kicked the clown's ass and saved my love Beverly.)

*The last farewell scene

The Losers cuts their palms and hold hands. It's aching so bad but no one is letting go of each other’s hands. Because they don`t know when they will see each other again or will they ever see each other again. But they knew one thing for sure, that they will always have each other, they will always find each other and definitely, they will fight this clown again if they have to. It wasn't just a promise of blood it was something more, it was an indestructible union between all of them. They all realized that, but maybe Richie understood this more than the others that’s why he held Eddie's and started to leave, one by one. It was hard for Richie to say something when it became his turn. It was unusual to him, he was speechless. He did not said a word he just hugged every single one of his friends. The last one to hug was Eddie. He definitely had lots of things to tell him, but he just put his arms around Eddie’s little shoulders and squeezed him with all of the strength he had left and then left. Richie never really liked his home but right now he wanted to get to his room as soon as possible. He was walking through the forest and sinking into his own thoughts. Suddenly he heard a voice that he was so afraid to hear and stopped.

-Richie! - Eddies breath was heavy he definitely ran after him

-What`s wrong, Spaghetti? I thought we said our goodbyes - Richie stood with his back to Eddie

He knew if Eddie saw his face he would`ve known everything. All this feelings and thoughts, that Richie didn't want to know or feel.

-But you did not say a word! - His words made Richie smirk

-You caught me - Richie tried to say this as calm as possible

-What is wrong with you? - Eddie got closer and tried to turn Richie around

But Richie stopped his arm and looked away. They stood like this for a few moments, Richie was still holding Eddie’s arm.

-When you guys found me on the ground of that damn house - Richie started - I've seen you dying on my knees

-What?! - Eddie tried to process his words

-It was an illusion, but it felt so real. You died and I couldn’t save you...you just died in my arms - Richie’s voice cracked on the last word

-What does it mean, Richie? Why did you saw me dying? - Eddie was confused and scared

-Isn`t that obvious, Eds? Because I`m so scared of losing you, scared of not being able to save you - Richie starts to slobber - from that stupid clown or from your mom, who always tries to fix you or…

Richie wanted to go on and almost got hysterical, but Eddie squeezed his arm. Both of their scar’s hurt like hell, but Richie was okay with it, cause t hurt because of someone who he loved and needed so much. That`s why he's not letting go of his hand, not any price.

-I love you, Eddie, I always did - Richie finally looked at Eddie

His eyes were red and swollen, his glasses are nearly falling up and tears are running down his cheeks.

-You bastard! You left us and then appeared in that fucking house crying and saying weird fucking things! - Eddie couldn't help but cry too - Then you've just walked away from us again without any explanation! You made me run after you and you made me cry! And now you're saying that you love me?! - Eddie shouted

-Eds, I`m…

Eddie pressed his lips against Richie’s not giving him a chance to say something. Richie didn`t know what they’re going to do. But at that moment he clearly knew two things that their palms are dreadfully aching and that kissing Eddie will make any pain feel like nothing.

This is my first fanfiction in this fandom, hope you liked it.

#reddie #fanfiction #it movie 2017 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #stan uris #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #bill denbrought #pennywise

[stit-imagines-07]

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#stranger things #st #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #finn wolfhard x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #dustin henderson x reader #lucas sinclair x reader #will byers x reader #joe kerry x reader #dacre montgomery x reader #it 2017 #it #richie tozier x reader #bill denbrought x reader #stanley uris x reader #ben hanscom x reader #mike hanlon x reader #beverly marsh x reader

[pancakemd]

my favorite thing in the world is Stan saying “well that’s not saying much” with that  adorable intonation when Richie’s braging about his “wang” as he put it

adorable

#it 2017 #it the movie #reddie #richie tozier #i also accidentally write stan denbrought instead of stan uris #wow #i mean #my subconscious really does know things #stan uris #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #the losers club

[miss-cherry-bomb]

"Aún dolía, pero ese dolor parecía más limpio, como si se hubiera abierto de un tajo para sacarse algo que se le estaba pudriendo dentro. Y ese alivio aún estaba allí."

- Bill Denbrought

#Segunda parte #Junio de 1958 #capítulo 8 #la habitación de georgie y la casa de neilbolt street #It #Stephen King #1 Jul 21 #3:25pm

[fangirl-imagines]

Miss America and the Heartbreak Prince//Teen!Eddie Kaspbrak

A/N: Requested by @lover1307

Prompt: Based on the song “Miss, America and the Heartbreak Prince” by Taylor Swift on her new album Lover. In this imagine Eddie, the reader, and the rest of the losers are all in high school. 

Warnings: Bullying, name calling, and slut shaming

“Whore!” 

You winced but kept your head held high as you walked through the hall ways with all the grace of the pageant queen you were. Beverly, who had been walking next to you spun on her heels and flipped the offending boy off with a hard glare before whirling back around and squeezing you wrist. You kept walking, trying to look cool and uncaring at the petty insults of seventeen year old boys. Except it wasn’t just senior boys saying these things about you. It was boys in every grade and the girls too. The girls were worse actually. 

“Just ignore him Y/N. He’s a creep.” Beverly reminded you with a concerned glance. You turned your head to face her and smiled weakly. 

“Thanks Bev.” The bell rang for class and you stopped in your tracks causing your fiery haired best friend to stop and turn to look back at you. “You can go ahead to class Bev. I forgot something in my locker.”

She raised her brows but you just brushed by her and into the stairwell, leaving her standing there. Alone in the stairwell you leaned your head back against the cold brick wall and lowered yourself into the floor, tucking your skirt under your legs gently and closing your eyes. Oh how far you had fallen in just a year. 

You use to be one of the most popular girls in this school. You’ve been competing in pageants since you were in middle school and had won most of them. You had your eyes set on being Miss.Maine after high school and maybe even Miss.America one day. You still do actually. It was your looks that got you in with the popular crowd in the seventh grade and had kept you there until last year. Until you broke it off with David Sanders for cheating on you with Caroline Silver, who you had considered a friend. It had been messy and painful in a way only high school breaks up could be and in the fall out they said things about you that stuck, things that people believed coming from your boyfriend and best friend. Your reputation was ruined and you suddenly realized your so called friends didn’t care about you at all. 

But Beverly Marsh knew what it was like to have people call her a slut for things she had never done. You had never even talked to her before but she remembered that you had never talked about her either. She sat down with you at lunch one day and the two of you talked about how much you hated your town and 90% of the men in it. She introduced you to the rest of the Loser’s Club and the rest was history. You found it hard to believe that a year ago you didn’t know who Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Stan Uris, Bill Denbrought, or Eddie Kaspbrak were but now they were without a dought the most important people in your life.

The first pageant you did after you met them they all came to and sat in the back row cheering loudly and in Richie's case, catcalling for you. You lost the contest but afterwards Eddie gave you the roses they brought you and you all went out for celebratory milkshakes leaving you with a better feeling than winning ever did. 

That was the night you and Eddie started dating. Eddie was different than the guys you dated in the past and you loved that about him. He was sarcastic and witty, vulnerable and anxious, chatty and always present, loyal and loving. Good or bad you loved being with him. But you never wanted him to see how badly the rumors affected you. You knew the losers all knew the truth and that was what mattered but even after a year it hadn’t gotten any easier to hear the whispers when you walked down the halls or the names thrown at you by the particularly brave. Your mother told you to ignore them, keep your head held high like a queen but it was much easier said than done. Breaking down in the girls bathroom or the stairwell wasn’t a new occurrence for you but you refused to let yourself cry in front of your friends or your classmates that tried to break you down. 

“There you are!” You stiffened and looked up to see Ben standing by the door on the stairs above you. He turned his head and called out into the hall, “Guys, she’s in here!” 

You hastily wiped your eyes and stood up, trying to keep what was left of your dignity. The rest of the Losers suddenly appeared behind Ben but it was Eddie that ran down the stairs and stopped in front of you. “Are you okay?! Beverly told us some guy yelled at you and you ran off.” He took your hand and squeezed it but his face kept its worried frown.

“Yeah, she pulled us all out of class to come hunt you down!” Mike added from the top section on the stairs.

You smiled weakly. “I’m sorry guys, you shouldn’t have left class for me. We don’t all need to get detention over this.”

“She’s right, we shouldn’t have.” Stan added deadpan only to get shoved by Bill. You laughed lightly knowing Stan was joking.

Eddie rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you. “Seriously though, are you okay? What did that guy say to you?”

You shrugged your shoulders which was enough for him to know it was the same type of thing everyone called you lately. Eddie’s frown deepened. “I’m really sorry we go to school with a bunch of idiots Y/N. You’re too good for them you know.”

He stressed, squeezing your hand again. You forced a smile and nodded. “Thanks Eds.” He rolled his eyes again making you burst out laughing.

“Hey, how come she gets to call you Eds?!” Richie pointed at you with mock jealousy. “You homewrecker!”

“Beep beep Richie!” You laughed which made Richie smile with pride.

The bell for next period interrupted you all and signaled it was time to head for lunch. Together you all walked back into the hall and made your way to the cafeteria. You were walking through the crowd, holding Eddie’s hand and listening to Mike tell you about a new book he read when suddenly you felt a rush of wind pass you and almost knock you down, pulling up your skirt as they went and laughing. You stumbled into Mike with a squeal and he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you steady. That’s when you looked up and relived that it wasn’t a gust of wind but Jamie Carson, Brian’s best friend. He was laughing so hysterically at the “joke” that he was leaning against one of his buddies for support. He was pointing at your skirt as he laughed. Your cheeks went red as you quickly readjusted your skirt, pushing off of Mike’s shoulder. You opened your mouth to yell at him but before you could say anything there was a high-pitched scream from beside you.

You had never seen Eddie in a fight before. You were almost possitive he had never actually fought anyone besides the time he told you he and the other losers pelted the Bower’s gang with rocks. So you weren’t surprised that everyone around you seem to pause simultaneously at the sight of Eddie Kaspbrak, anxious,hypochondriac, and founding member of the Losers Club racing across the hall and throwing his body into Jamie Carson’s. He straddled the taller boy’s chest and grabbed Jamie’s shirt in one hand and swung his other fist wildly and without a clear direction. The first blow broke the spell that had been cast over Derry high school and the hall broke into chaos. 

Jamie tried scooting back from Eddie but got clocked in the jaw while doing so. Mike and Bill grabbed at Eddie’s shoulders and arms trying to pull him off Jamie. Beverly looked like she wanted to jump into the mix, but Ben wouldn’t let go of her hand, keeping her back. Stan watched the fight with wide eyes, frozen in his spot. Richie stood by your side, cheering proudly with enthusiasm for his boy.  Eddie was yelling too, a string of obscenities in Jamie’s face. Mike and Bill got hold of Eddie pulling him back by their grip on his arms. He didn’t try and fight them. Jamie sat up, blood pouring from his nose that sat at a crooked angle on his face. He touched it gingerly staring at Eddie in shock. Eddie glanced over at you and your open-mouthed stare, then down at the floor.

Someone in the crowd yelled teacher and the rest of the day became a blur. Jamie disappeared from the crowd, if he got in another fight he would be expelled, while you and the rest of the Losers made a barrier around Eddie to hide his disheveled form. The next few hours were a blur before you found yourself kneeling on the bathroom rug with Eddie sitting on the tub edge, wincing as you cleaned the blood off his busted knuckles.

“You don’t think that I could get hepatitis from this do you? Or-, Or what about AIDS? You don’t think some of Jamie’s blood could have had AIDS in it and gotten into my hand do you?!”

You applied more alcohol than necessary making Eddie wince and glared up at him. “Is that really what you’re worried about right now?! You just got into a fight with Jamie Carson, he could have killed you, and you’re worried about AIDS?”

Eddie shrugged softly, “It’s better than worrying about what my mom’s going to say when she finds out I got into a fight.” He admitted sadly.

Your heart softened; you closed your eyes with a sigh. “Why did you have to hit him Eddie?”

Eddie was quiet, watching you apply a bandage to his hand gently. “I’m sick of seeing them pick on you Y/N. You don’t deserve it, any of it.” His voice was soft and sad. You hadn’t realized how much what was happening to you affected him until now. “You were crying today in the stairwell and then as soon as you felt better some dick tries to knock you down again. And I’m sick of it. I just lost it.”

You kissed the bandage on his hand gently and then kissed his lips softly. “I love you Eddie Kaspbrak.”

He smiled at you, “We’re going to get out of here Y/N. As soon as we graduate. We’re getting out of here.”

You wrapped your arms around his stomach and pulled him into a grateful hug. You felt him kiss your head and you nodded.

“Together.”

“Together.”

#eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak imagine #eddie kaspbrak x reader #2019!eddie kaspbrak #2019!eddie kaspbrak imagine #2019!eddie kaspbrak x reader #adult eddie kaspbrak imagine #adult eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak fanfiction #losers club #losers club imagine #james ransone #james ransone imagine #james ransone x reader #taylor swift #lover #richie tozier #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #stan uris #mike hanlon #it #it imagine #it 2017 #it 2017 imagine #it 2019 #it 2019 imagine #it chapter 2 #it chapter 2 imagine

[fancybrittrash]

OKAY BUT I'M BILL DENBROUGHT SUPPORTER AND I WISH HE ENDED UP WITH BEVERLY FIGHT ME

#beverly marsh #bill denbrough #it #it movie

[brittle-bone-gabe]

All We’ll Float Away: Chapter One - Deadlights.

Chapter Two, Chapter Three, 

Summary:  The Losers manage to get Eddie out of the cave, even with a hole in his stomach from Pennywise. From there on, when Eddie saw his life flash before his eyes, he realizes that this wasn't the life he wanted to live. No, he wanted a better one, with a better person. Parings: Reddie (Eddie x Richie), Benverly (Ben x Beverly)  Read on Ao3: Here

Richie Tozier pulled up in his driveway in his small house in Chicago, Illinois. It wasn’t too late, but being that the clock fell backwards the sun had started to set earlier, so it was getting dark out at around 5pm. Richie was having issues readjusting to that, trouble sleeping, trouble going to bed at a reasonable time, but he’d get used to it eventually. 

He pulled himself out of the car, his legs wobbly from the long drive. He had a show over in Detroit, Michigan and insisted that he would drive himself rather than taking an airplane, it would be more expensive, besides, Richie wanted to have a small road trip. There was a time in Richie’s career that he thought he was going to be fired, not be booked as many jobs, maybe even his agent and managers would’ve dropped him because of the time he literally forgot the jokes in the middle of an audience in Los Angeles, California. Hell, he had been a mess, puking before the set, going out the fire door on his way to the stage, why would they still work with him? Something must’ve been looking out for him and his career, but without it he wouldn’t be where he is today. 

Richie got out of his car, grabbing the black duffle bag that was sitting in the passenger's seat next to him, throwing the strap over his shoulder as he made it up the two small stairs to the front door. He took out his key, letting himself inside, the smell of cinnamon scented candles smacked him right in the face as the door opened. That wasn’t anything new, there were always candles being burned now, Richie had to get used to it. Richie couldn’t help but smile when he looked in the living room, not only did he have a great career, he had two amazing little girls. Alexandra, age 6; and Tara, age 5. They were his entire world and he would give anything up for them, even his career. In fact, one time he had to cancel a set one hour before it started because Tara had to go to the hospital for an apparent asthma attack.Yeah, that was a little more important.  

The two girls, who were busy coloring on the floor in front of the TV playing cartoons, looked up at him, huge smiles on their faces. 

“Daddy!” They both called, standing up to greet him as he dropped his duffle bag on the floor next to the front door. He knelt down on the floor, holding his arms out as they ran into them. “I missed you!” They both said as Richie picked them both up in each arm, holding them close. They giggled when he planted a kiss on each of their cheeks.

This is exactly what Richie lived for now; he didn’t stay out drinking all night anymore, he didn’t stumble home to run down old apartment at odd hours of the night, he didn’t walk through life feeling like he didn’t have much of a purpose. No. This was his purpose now. He had to raise and support these girls, had to support this family because this exactly what he was meant for. 

“I miss you too!” Richie told them, a smile still plastered on his face, that eventually scrunched up when Tara took his glasses off, putting them over her own eyes. 

“Eugh, you’re blind, daddy,” she said, holding them out. 

Alexandra took them from her, putting them on next. “Geez, how can you see?”

“I would be able to see if someone,” he bounced Tara in his arm a little, “didn’t take my glasses.” He closed his eyes on instinct when Alexandra put the glasses back on his face. “Thank you, sweetie.” He crouched back down on the floor, his knees popping as he did, letting go of the girls. “Where’s your dad?” 

Richie didn’t even notice that Eddie had walked into the living room, a smile on his face. He stood back up, staggering a little as he did, reaching out for Eddie. They closed the space between them rather quickly, Richie held him close as they pressed their lips together, kissing each other for the first time in two days. Finally. He had been waiting for this moment as soon as Richie left the house to go to Michigan. 

From their feet they could hear their daughters groaning and protesting about them kissing. Saying that Daddy would give Dad cooties. But Alexandra countered saying, no, Dad would give Daddy cooties. 

“Hey, don’t you two have anything better to do?” Richie asked them playfully, still cupping onto Eddie’s face as he looked down at the girls. 

The girls looked at each other, then up to Eddie, who nodded in approval to something that Richie didn’t understand. The girls laughed, running at Richie, each of them grabbing one of his legs. Richie tried his best to shake them off, but he literally could not move. When did they become that strong? 

“I saw your Netflix show, daddy!” Alexandra said happily, looking up at him. 

Richie and Eddie looked at each other with a ‘holy shit, our daughter saw your stupid fucking show.’ 

“You shouldn’t be watching that!” Richie said, reaching down trying to pick her up. 

“Fuck!” Tara said loudly. 

“Richie!” Eddie scolded his husband. 

“No! You cannot blame me for that! I don’t say that here! Shift the blame back to them, they didn’t stay on Netflix Kids like they were supposed to!”

Eddie had opened his mouth to speak, and Richie was prepared to still get scolded for something he didn’t do, but it never came. Instead, the entire room was shaking, the walls were literally crumbling around them. Nobody was freaking out about what was going on except for Richie, who wanted to grab his family and get out of the house. Was this an earthquake? Unlikely, as Chicago rarely got earthquakes.  

In a panic, Richie reached down to pick up his girls to get them out of harm's way, they should’ve still been wrapped around his legs. The moment he looked down they were no longer there. What the fuck? Looking back up, he saw that Eddie wasn’t standing there either. In fact, he was no longer in his house, he was in a black room, no light sources anywhere. Richie’s heart was slamming against his chest, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. He had opened his mouth to call out for somebody, anybody, but no sound came out, instead, there were multiple voices all around him, screaming. They were all screaming so loud and at once that he had no idea what was being said, so he tried to cover his ears to drown out the noise but couldn’t even move his arms anymore.

Richie opened his eyes. 

The only thing that Richie could process was that he was apparently up high, closer to the ceiling of the cave than he had been before he passed out. Passed out? Did he pass out? He couldn’t remember much. He was sure of his major headache though, like he got hit with a rock or something. 

Suddenly, Richie’s heart dropped to his stomach as he began falling. Falling from wherever he was. Wait, was this the cave that he and the Losers were in? He remembered that they all met up at Jade of the Orient, meeting up with everyone after years without contact. He remembered that they were worried about Stan, like, if something happened to him but he ended up just being late and joined them for dinner. Pennywise. That fucking clown. It’s been 27 years since they fought that clown the first time and that was the reason they were all here now. That’s exactly what they’re doing now. 

Richie let out an oof sound as his back landed hard and fast against the cave floor, pretty sure some pointy rocks were jabbed in his back, causing him to groan in pain. His head hit the ground pretty hard, hard enough that blood came out of his left nostril, although, that could’ve been from the Deadlights he was just in. 

Fuck, did I break my back? Richie wondered, not able to say it outloud as he couldn’t muster the energy to even open his mouth.

He moved all his limbs, even if it was just a little bit, wiggling all his fingers and toes just to be sure. Oh, thank god. Everything seemed to be in place, nothing was broken from what he could tell. Richie was feeling brave, so he tried sitting up to no avail. 

“Holy shit,” Richie could hear the small but echoey voice from somewhere behind him. He couldn’t make out who said it, but it was most likely because he was in the middle of blacking out from the hard hit to the back of the head.  

Richie could make out some kinda loud choking sound coming from in front of him. Hopefully Pennywise, that’s the only thing that demonic sound could come from, right? More than anything right now, Richie wanted to sit up, he wanted to check on his friends, to make sure that everyone was okay, to make sure that Eddie especially was okay. He had to be terrified, probably hiding away in a cave until this fight was over. He tried forcing himself to sit up again, even though he could feel himself blacking out. He couldn’t leave them behind, he couldn’t be useless, he had to help the Losers. 

“Rich. Rich. Hey, Rich. Wake up!” He heard the voice again, closer this time, like they were right next to him. He felt someone shaking his shoulders just as his eyes began rolling to the back of his head, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. “Richie!” 

Richie’s eyes shot open immediately when he felt a sudden weight on him, regaining his senses quickly. His eyes went wide when saw that Eddie was straddling him, shaking his shoulders again to wake up, to notice him. Holy shit, what the fuck? Was this a joke? Was this a dream? What the fuck was going on right now? 

“Yeah, yeah! There he is, buddy! Hey, Richie, listen!” Richie spaced out when Eddie began speaking as fast as he was, Richie’s head got hit really hard and couldn’t focus on anything for more than two seconds. In fact, the only thing he was thinking of was… holy shit, my crush is on me. “I think I got him, man!” were the words that Richie was able to process again, watching as Eddie looked over his shoulder at the large Pennywise who had fallen backwards and stabbed himself. Richie couldn’t help himself when he rested his hands on Eddie’s thighs. “I think I killed it! For real!” He said happily, gripping onto Richie’s wrists.

Richie was about to open his mouth to speak, finally finding the words to say to Eddie… but unfortunately it was too late.

It stabbed him through the stomach with one of its legs. His blood splattered all over Richie, causing him to quickly wake up and realize that they were still in the cave with Pennywise. That it was now weak, but apparently strong enough to go after Eddie. 

“Eddie…” Richie whimpered, trying to convince himself that this wasn’t real.

Eddie wrapped his hands around the exit wound, looking down at what impaled him before looking back to the friend he just saved. “Richie,” he choked through his blood that was pouring out of his mouth. 

Pennywise yanked Eddie back towards It just as Richie was scrambling to sit up to try and help him down. Pennywise started cackling, cackling so loud that it was echoing through the cave, sending chills down everyone's spines. Richie just stared through his broken and bloody glasses as he could hear the other Losers screaming out about what just happened to Eddie. They all watched in horror as Pennywise began swinging him around like a rag doll, taunting them all with what it has just done. Once It got bored, It threw him into a nearby cave, having Eddie helplessly roll down alone. 

Richie was instantly up on his feet, the adrenalin finally kicking in as he and the other Losers were running towards the cave that Eddie fell in. Pissed off that he couldn’t see anything, Richie didn’t take his time making his way down, but made sure that he wasn’t going to step on Eddie whenever he placed his foot down. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was so fucked. The other Losers followed, everyone calling out for Eddie. 

“Eddie!” Richie called as he knelt down next to his best friend. 

“Ed!” Mike said from behind him. 

When did they get there?

“Be careful!” Stan shouted as Mike and Bill were helping Eddie sit up. 

Once they got to the point where their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they all contained their gasps about how Eddie actually looked. There was blood all over his face, down his mouth, all over his neck and staining onto his shirt. He was so pale, so, so pale. The sight broke everyone's hearts, but not as much as Richie’s. Hell, he wanted to protect Eddie, to get them out of Derry in case something like this were to happen. He always protected Eddie, no matter what, as kids he would take his place for bullying just so he wouldn’t get hurt. That didn’t stop the bullies all the time, but when it did Richie felt like he accomplished something, like he did his job. This time he wasn’t able to protect Eddie and he kept kicking himself for it. Anytime Richie got a black eye that was meant for Eddie he would wear it around proudly, saying that he was a hero saving the princess, but Eddie would just shove him, saying that he didn’t have to do that. Oh, but he did. 

At this point, Eddie was breathing heavily, everyone looked down at his wound that was spewing out blood. Everyone jumped when they looked up at the cave entrance, seeing Pennywise trying to force it to collapse on them all, to get rid of these annoying Losers once and for all. 

“Come out and play, Losers!” Pennywise shouted, more rocks falling around them. 

Thinking fast, Richie took off his favorite jacket, crouching down in front of him to press it to the wound to slow the bleeding down. 

“He’s hurt. He’s hurt really bad,” he told the Losers, trying not to send Eddie into a panic attack. “We gotta get him outta here.”

Eddie screamed when Richie put too much pressure on the wound, it broke his heart, but he had to do it to attempt to save him. He had to save- No, he was going to save him.

“How are we supposed to do that, Richie?” Beverly asked, her hand on the back of Eddie’s head to give him a sort of comfort that he’ll be okay. 

“I almost killed It,” Eddie said quietly, causing all the Losers to turn to face him so they could hear what he had to say, “the leper.” Mike leaned in closer so he could hear. “My hands around his throat, and I could feel him choking.” He held up his hand a little, slightly closed as he shook it. “I made him small.” Eddie looked up at Richie. “He seemed so weak. ...he seemed so weak.” 

“The Shokopiwah,” Mike said and everyone turned to look at him now, “all living things must abide by the laws of the shape they inhabit.”

“Guys!” Ben called unexpectedly, making everyone jump in surprise, “there’s a passageway. Through here.”

“The tunnel! Pennywise has to make himself small to get through the entrance of the cavern, right?” Beverly said mainly out loud as she was thinking all of this through. “We make him small. Small enough for us to kill him.”  

Everyone agreed, even Eddie nodded. 

“I can smell the stink of your fear!” Pennywise taunted some more, leaning in the cave, It’s orange eyes glowing in the darkness. 

Bill and Richie help Eddie stand up as the others made their way through the tunnel, seeing an open way to escape. Richie’s heart broke the entire way, hearing Eddie coughing and gasping for air is something he never wanted to hear again after this. 

“I need a little rest,” Eddie groaned as Bill and Richie gently propped him up against the cave wall. 

Richie sat in front of him, pressing his jacket back onto his wound, this time Eddie didn’t even seem to notice as his head was slumped down by his shoulder. 

“Hey…” Richie said quietly and gently, trying to get his attention. 

“Hey, Richie?” Eddie started. “I gotta tell you something.”

“What? What’s up, buddy?”

Eddie was silent for a moment before looking up at Richie, who was waiting impatiently for him to say something. “I fucked your mother,” he finally said. 

Honestly? Richie was not expecting that and his face showed it. All the more reason why Eddie couldn’t help but laugh. Well, he regrets that he did, as it caused him to cough up some blood.  

The Losers tried running pass Pennywise, Richie had no choice but to stay behind with Eddie to make sure he would stay alive. They both could hear some of the exchange between the Losers and Pennywise. Now it was Richie’s turn to have his hand on the back of Eddie’s head, keeping him propped up so he could breathe properly, his other hand still pressing down on the wound to get him to stop bleeding. 

“A stupid fucking clown!” He called out to Pennywise who was already having a meltdown of what the Losers were yelling at It. He watched as Pennywise grew smaller, crawling back to the middle of the cave.

“Go…” Eddie managed to say, grabbing onto Richie’s arm.”

Richie shook his head, tears were burning in his eyes as they were ready to fall at any moment. “No… I can’t,” he gasped through a sob, “I can’t leave you behind.”

“Help them, Richie. Then we…” Eddie coughed up some more blood, “then we can finally get the hell outta here.”

Finally Richie nodded, he stood up, shrugging his shoulders out of the dark yellow button up short sleeved shirt he wore this entire trip. He dropped it around Eddie’s shoulders before crouching down in front of him.

“I’ll be right back, Eddie. Hang on tight.” He pressed a hand to his good cheek before running to where the Losers were gathering around the weak monster. 

As the Losers were chanting clown at It, Richie took the time to rip off its arm, throwing it as his feet. 

“Clown, clown, clown, clown…” they all kept chanting, It was looking deflated, looking so weak. 

“Clown…” Mike started to say, “with a scared, beating heart.”

Pennywise began making a sound that can only be described as whimpering. A sound none of them ever wanted to hear again. Mike reached down, Pennywise jumping out at them one more time, using the last of It’s strength to try and scare them, but it didn’t work. It screamed loudly as Mike literally pulled It’s heart out from underneath the clown suit. Everyone put their hands on it. 

“Look at you…” Pennywise struggled to say, “You’re all grown up.”

The heart was beating faster and faster in their hands as It began laughing. The Loser’s took that time to squeeze the heart with everything they had, watching the light being drained from It’s eyes. 

It was finally dead. It’s dead body and the remainder of It’s heart disintegrated, floating above going God knows where. 

While everyone was celebrating, happy that this was finally over, Richie shook his head, clearing his mind to get back to what was really important. 

“Eddie… Eddie,” he said before turning around, running back to where he left his best friend. He knelt down in front of the injured man, pressing a hand back on his jacket. “Eddie. We got Pennywise, man,” he pressed his hand over the bandages on Eddie’s left cheek. “Eddie?” He called out when he didn’t move.

Eddie was, thankfully, still alive. The state of shock was finally washing over him and didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move on his own, he had just been fucking stabbed in the stomach. How would he even know if they were going to get out of here alive or not?  

Tears started falling, as Richie was scared. “Eddie?” He felt around his throat for a pulse, finding a faint one instantly. He let out a sigh of relief, grabbing both of Eddie’s shoulders, pressing his forehead on his left one as he let some tears escape, staining his own shirt.  

“Richie?” Bev started to ask, putting a hand on his shoulder, “is he…?”

“He’s alive,” Richie announced loudly as the cave was beginning to crumble around them. “We… we have… we have to get him outta here,” he said, lifting his head, hoping nobody would notice he was crying. 

Oh they noticed. 

“Richie…” Stan started, not entirely believing him since Eddie was so still. 

“No! He is!” Richie said, looking back at them, “he’s alive, he’s…” he turned back to face Eddie who still hasn’t moved once. 

“We have to go. Come on. Come on, Richie.” 

“No, no, no!” Richie yelled, as Ben, Bill, and Mike were all trying to pull him away. “He’s alive! Guys, he’s alive!” He was fighting them, trying to get them off his arms so he could find a way to prove that he was still breathing. While they were doing this, Stan was trying to pry Richie’s fingers away from Eddie. 

“C’mon, buddy,” Bill said, yanking him up. 

The rumbling around them began to intensify, if they didn’t leave now they would be crushed. No. If Richie didn’t prove to them that Eddie was still alive then he would most certainly die, and if he had to switch places with him to make sure he got out safely, then hell, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

Richie managed to move in a way that caused the three men to let go of him. He crawled back over to Eddie, smacking his bandaged up cheek a couple of times to get his attention. He could hear Beverly started to cry, thinking that Richie was in denial about what happened to his friend. No. He had to prove this. 

After the fourth or fifth smack to the face, Eddie bolted upright, ignoring the pain in his stomach as he did so. The Losers stared at him wide eyed, thinking for sure that he was dead.

“Thank god!” Richie yelled, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s, who closed his eyes in return as he took in a deep breath. “We gotta get him outta here!” 

Eddie mumbled something under his breath that wasn’t at all intelligible, just letting whatever happens happen. He was in shock, he felt numb like the pain was gone altogether, but it still throbbed. Hell, he didn’t even notice when Bill went on one side of him while Richie was on the other as they lifted him to his feet. Mike stood next to Bill, pressing on the jacket to make sure Eddie didn’t die of blood loss on their way out. 

They waited too long, the cave was rumbling around them to the point if they made one wrong move they’d be dead. They’ve come too far. They killed Pennywise, and now they had to save their friend, nobody was dying. Not today. 

It was hard to maneuver through the sewers when they had to help Eddie, literally dragging him through as they did. This was the only way out. They had to get out of the fucking sewers, they had to get out of this fucking house. They had to. 

Everyone was screaming run as they made it to the house, boards and dust was clouding the air as they were running out. Richie almost tripped, but managed to catch himself. Thank god he did, if had fallen then he would’ve died. 

Once they were outside in the bright warm embrace of the sun, all seven Losers turned to watch the Well House crumble into the ground. Disappearing from existence as if were never there to begin with. Richie was holding onto Eddie now, pressing the jacket against him as he watched with wide eyes. Eddie was leaning against him, trying so hard not to get his blood on him as he didn’t want to contaminate anything. 

The world was, for the most part, silent around them. Cars in the distance, birds were chirping like normal. How fucked up is it that nobody besides the Losers knew what happened here today? Shit. Once they leave Derry, Maine they’ll probably forget too. 

Eddie wasn’t feeling too well now, his breathing was starting hitch, it felt like he was having an asthma attack. Richie noticed quickly, panicking. No, no, no, we got you out, you’re not dying here, he thought as he held Eddie closer, trying to think of what to do.

Out of the blue, Eddie let out a scream, a scream similar to the one he made when he got stabbed by Pennywise. Richie was panicking more, still holding onto Eddie as he dropped to his knees. He got next to him, helping him sit back on his feet so he could inspect what was going on.

“H-hey, what’s wrong, Eds?” Richie couldn’t help but ask the man. 

Eddie didn’t say anything, pushing the jacket that Richie was still holding against him. Everyone watched as the huge hole that once pierced his stomach started to close back up. It healed up completely on its own once the house was gone, like nothing was there to begin with. Honestly? That healing process hurt more than actually getting stabbed. It was incredible.   

“Holy shit…” Ben mumbled under his breath. 

Once it completely healed, Eddie couldn’t help but almost pass out in Richie’s arms. 

“No, no, Eds. You gotta wake up,” Richie said before shaking his shoulders. Eddie jerked awake in surprise, thinking (hoping) that everything that just happened here today was some fucked up dream. “You’ve come so far, you’re not going out like that.”

“I’m fine, Rich,” Eddie said, reaching up to wipe the blood from underneath his nose. 

“You sure?” Richie stood up, helping Eddie to his feet. “Can you walk?”

Grunting, Eddie was able to put all his weight on his feet. ‘Yeah, I think I can walk…” 

The Losers all wrapped their arms around Eddie, who began complaining because he was covered in blood and now his blood would be on them. Eventually, Stan told him to shut up, which he did because he was actually enjoying the group hug, even if he felt slightly uncomfortable since he was dirty. 

“Hey,” Beverly started, pulling away from the hug, “follow me, guys.” 

The Losers followed her blindly, not sure where she was taking them but anywhere was better than here, right? Nobody said a word, not even Richie, which was so out of character for him. Truth be it, he was too worried about Eddie right now, sticking close by, close enough to where he kept accidentally bumping into his shoulder. Eventually he got an earful from him, telling him to back up; so he did, but still watched him like a hawk. Eddie was on autopilot, putting his arms through the sleeves of Richie’s shirt that he had put over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around his torso where had gotten stabbed. Being stabbed then unstabbed? Yeah, a weird feeling. Not one Eddie particularly wanted to feel again. 

                                                           -----

The NO JUMPING OR DIVING AT ANY TIME sign was a familiar thing to the Losers. It shouldn’t have been a shock that Beverly took them all to the Quarry, the place they would all used to swim. Especially if it was hot outside and no ice cream trucks were around.

“Um…” Eddie started, looking at the water from a distance where they were standing, “I get we used to come here a lot, but… shouldn’t we head back to the Town House? Y’know, to use a shower with clean water?” He asked aloud. 

Beverly didn’t say anything, instead she took charge, climbing over the metal railing where she took off her shoes. Everyone followed suit, taking off their shoes and their jackets if they had them. Eddie was going on and on and on about the risks of swimming in that water right now, especially since some of them had open wounds. Surely they would get infected. Nobody stopped him this time though, they just let him talk to get it out of his system before it was his time to jump. 

Bev was the first one to jump, just like the first time they came here as kids. Everyone else followed her, except for Richie and Eddie. Richie wasn’t going to go if Eddie didn’t go and that was that. Eddie was fidgeting with Richie’s shirt that he refuses to take off, he felt a sense of comfort wearing it and didn’t want to part with it yet. 

“You okay, man?” Richie asked, putting a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, causing the smaller man to jump. “I mean… besides the whole I got stabbed but it’s better now kinda thing?”

“Shut up, Richie,” Eddie mumbled, looking down the cliff that everyone else jumped from. His heart was slamming against his chest. Why wouldn’t Richie just jump with the rest of them already?

“Hey, c’mon. You’re alive.” 

“I just…” he looked at Richie, who gave him a small smile, “don’t wanna jump in with open wounds,” he admitted. The taller man just nodded, he was going to say that he understood that, but really… he didn’t. Just slap some antibacterial cream on that and he would be fine. “I’ll get an infection,” Eddie felt like he needed to clarify. 

“Yeah… yeah, I got that.” 

Richie couldn’t help himself when he grabbed onto Eddie’s hand gently. They lock eyes for a moment. If Richie could get a snapshot of this moment forever he would keep it close to his heart. He saw how scared Eddie actually looked, it was an unfortunate situation that his mother made him into a hypochondriac, just so he wouldn’t run out of the house all day, so she could have better control of him. It was all so fucked up.  

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Richie nodded at Eddie, telling him it was time they jumped to meet up with the others. Eddie took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he and Richie stood at the edge of the cliff. They both took three steps back, still holding hands before making a running start, jumping off, falling into the green-ish water below. They could hear the Losers cheer for them, finally making it with the rest of them.  

“Ah, it’s so fucking cold!” Richie shouted, rubbing his face under his glasses. He could feel Eddie lightly bump into him as he trembled with his arms folded across his chest, trying to get some kind of warmth from Richie but wasn’t getting much. 

“I hate this, I hate this, I hate this!” Eddie kept saying over and over, causing the Losers to laugh. “I can’t believe you guys are okay with using this filthy ass water to clean up! We have perfectly good-” He was interrupted when Bill splashed water on his face, he made a dramatic choking sound as some of the water got into his mouth. “Why would you do that?! What possessed you to fucking do that?!” Everyone laughed again. 

It was at this time Richie would normally crack a joke at Eddie’s expense, but he couldn’t force himself to do it. Instead, with a smile on his face, he took his glasses off his face. They were cracked and had some of Eddie’s blood in between the cracks. With a shaky hand he dunked them under the water, doing his best to clean them off. Yeah, these glasses were a lost cause until he could get back to the Town House. 

“...bacteria… you fucking heathens…” 

Were some of the words that Richie was able to make out from Eddie’s nonsense of a ramble. 

“...right, Rich?” Eddie said, pulling him out of his thoughts, smacking his arm lightly so he would back up whatever he was saying. 

Richie didn’t say anything, instead, with a huge smirk on his face he went under the water. He knew that was going to freak Eddie out anyways, he wouldn’t dare get his face wet with this bacteria infected water. Eddie cringed, trying to see where he went. It was almost impossible. 

When Richie popped up from under the water in front of Eddie (obviously startling him), he put both of his large hands on his shoulders, pushing him under the water. The Losers laughed as all that was left of Eddie was his flailing arms from above water. Richie quickly brought him back up, holding him tight against his chest, not wanting to ever let him go. Well, Eddie was pissed off at him for dunking him under water, but feeling him holding him tight almost made him forget that. He held back his tears as he wrapped his arms around Richie, melting into the hug. 

From all around them, they could the five other Losers going awww. Beverly even came up from behind Richie, trying to push him closer into Eddie. Both Richie and Eddie’s faces turned a bright shade of red, looking away while still holding onto each other, hoping nobody was looking closely at their faces.   

Everything was going to be okay. 

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[richard-the-boy-wonder-blog]

Give a Little Bit.

Pairing: none.

Author: JJM

Rating: none

Summary: Bill has done everything in his power to break his studder, from tongue twisters, to speech impediment classes and nothing has helped. Frustrated and tired of being mocked after giving a fairly bad speech in class his friends decide to take him for a joy ride.

Bill threw the heavy wooden door to his social studies class open and sprinted down the hallway, laughter echoed behind him fading away till all he heard was his ragged breath and the squeak of his converse on the tile floor. He felt hot tears streak down his cheeks as he bounded down the staires and through the english wing of the school, he hiccups back a sob and rounds another corner. He slid to the floor tucking his knees into his chest, letting his tears soak into the knees of his jeans. He was use to his peers making fun of his studder, use to being called names for it, and expected it every single day he came to school. But to have a teacher shame you about it in front of your class, thats different.

He wrapped his arms tightly behind his head as memories from just moments before took complete control of his thoughts.

"Would you PLEASE, speak more clearly?"

"If you cant get through your presentation Bill youre going to have to sit down."

"Thank you for wasting our time."

Bill sobbed aloud now no longer able to keep how he felt in check, why couldn't people be more understanding? Why could they cut him some slack? Why couldnt people have more patience with him? Hes trying his best

He jumped when he felt someone gently touch his shoulder, abruptly looking up face stained with snot and tears.

"Hey you okay big Bill?" Richie asked Stan and Mike standing close behind him, he shook his head feeling discouraged about his speech after what happened.

"Whats going on?" Stan asked concern growing evident on the boys face as he sat down next to Bill on the floor; follow suit with Richie and Mike.

Bill shook his head again face twisting into a pained expression, tears squeezed past his closed eyes as he was pulled into Stans embrace.

"We cant help you unless you speak up Billy" Richie commented rubbing the others back softly, Bill looked to Mike and Richie both eagerly waiting for him to spill. He turned and looked up to Stan who just nodded a little, he sighed and wiped his face with his sleeve telling them all about his oral presentation and what the teacher had to say about it.

"I-im so f-f-fucking sick o-of this! I-i did years! Y-YEARS of therapy t-t-to f-fix it a-and its just n-n-n-" he bite his lip hard not able to get his final words out, he shook with anger face growing red. "FUCK!" he yelled making all his friends jump back, "i-i just w-w-want to b-be normal!"

"Nope" Richie said standing up taking Bill's hands in his making him stand too, he wrapped an arm around Bills lower back and started leading them to the front doors of the school. "I know exactly what will help in a situation like this" Richie beamed up at Bill pushing the titanium door to outside open, "Richie school isnt out for another 2 hours" Stan said from the door watching his friends head for the parking lot.

"Cant handle the heat get your ass out the kitchen" Richie said throwing a smile over his shoulder at the other.

"Were on a mission" Richie finished opening the passenger door to his truck for Bill, Stan rolled his eyes knowing exactly what that meant.

And thats how all 7 losers found themselves crammed into Richies 5 seat pick up, skipping class wasnt put of the ordinary for them but skipping class to driving out to the mountains was literally something they never did.

"I swear to god if the school calls my mom and tells her i was gone" Eddie said from his seat in Beverlys lap.

"Oh well be fine Eddie spaghetti" Richie said with a wide smile, gripping the leather of the steering wheel alittle.

"You think im kidding? Do you want a criminal record Richie? Cause my mom can make that happen."

"I second with Eddie what exactly are we doing?" Stan asked.

"Youll see with time im just waiting for the perfect song."

"The perfect song? I have an aux and my phone with me" Ben pitched in from the backseat, "no no this has got to be organic you cant forcing things like this."

"... What?!" Stan yelled leaning from his seat towards Richie, "what the hell are you doing with us? Where are we go-"

"Oh! Perfect!" Richie yelled throwing the radio on full blast making Stan scoff and roll his eyes, superstamp blaring through the car filling in what little room was left in the car. "Oh i love this song!" Mike yelled from behind Richie, "oh here we go again!" Richie and Mike sang in unison nodding to the beat making Richies wild black curls bounce.

"Ill give a little bit of my love to you!" Beverly and Ben chirped in with the others, Bens hands clasping on Bills shoulders who had yet to drop his seldom face.

Stan rolled his eyes before breaking into a smile, shaking and dancing a little in his seat bumping into Bill as he did so making him smile just a little for a moment.

"Theres so much that we need to share so send a smile and show you care!"

Everyone sang looking down at Bill.

"Ill give a little bit of my love to you!" Richie sang over everyone poking Bill in the side making him laugh, "come on Billy i know you love this song!" He teased

"Give a l-little biiit, ill g-give a little bit o-of my life to you!" He finally sang making everyone in the car smile wide.

Bill closed his eyes focusing on the music suddenly appreciating Richies shenanigans, letting the music fill his head and take away all his bad thoughts.

Mike started to aggressively play the air guitar while Eddie and Richie badly mimicked the saxophone solo making some laugh while the others vocalized with the choir before breaking back into song all together Bill leading them all. "Nows the time we need to share so find yourself were on our way back home! Oooh were going home!" Bill sang everyone else suddenly quiet, he smacked a hand over his mouth eyeing the rest of the group who only beamed back at him either laughing or starting to sing along with the radio again.

"No studdering" Richie smirked to himself, "thank me later" he said giving Bill a small side glance and a smile before focusing on the road again.

Bill smiled at his friend it was rare for Richie to have a genuinly good idea but when he did... Bill all but threw himself at Richies side hugging him tight, "thank you-" he muttered into Richies shirt who just patted his shoulder a little.

Despite the fact that not even 10 minutes ago he was crying and miserable, Bill felt better, his day perking up a little as another classic he loved started to blare from Richies speakers.

For once Bill felt normal.

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A/N: ugh this is way short and probably really bad but oh well! This is based off of 'Give a Little Bit by: Superstamp' if you didnt already know! I wrote this for @grownups-are-the-real-monsters who is actually one of my favorite blogs on this whole site aaah! SO I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ❤

#the losers club #it (movie) #it 2017 #bill denbrought #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #stan uris #my fic

[reddieao3feed]

It gets stranger

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zaP2xP

by Coco_Pan

For some kind of reason, Derry and Hawkins are instantly united. If you're already not fangirling with that, the It cast & ST cast appear in Derry/Hawkins

Words: 27, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), IT (2017)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Bill Denbrought, Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Finn Wolfhard, Noah Schnapp, Millie Bobby Brown, Max

Relationships: Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Jack Grazer/Finn Wolfhard

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zaP2xP

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #reddie #it (2017) #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

[behindthecurls7]

Ficha para IT: Face of evil

> FICHA < > Nome: Aibyleen Johnson > Apelido (caso tenha): Aiby > Idade: 15 anos > Data de Nascimento: 13 de Maio > Aparência ( amandla stenberg):

Uma garota de pele achocolatada, com olhos grandes e castanhos escuros da mesma cor dos seus cabelos curtos cacheados e volumosos que a maioria das vezes está solta, o deixando de modo rebelde como uma juga de um belo leão. Um nariz pequeno de batata e lábios carnudos. Possui 1,60 metros de altura.

> Personalidade: Ao longe, parece uma menina quer ninguém chegar perto dela por ser estranha, quando você tenta puxar papo com ela, ela te olha levemente desconfiada e sempre pensando “o que essa pessoa quer de mim?”. É difícil ela aprender a confiar em alguém logo de primeira, tem que ganhar a confiança dela, depois que ela se sente confortável, ela é uma pessoa divertida, solta, gosta do perigo. É bem comunicativa e divertida, dá boas ideias.

Quando ver alguém triste, tenta fazer algo para alegre-la, mas não chega a fazer grandes palhaçadas.

Quando tem gente que ela não gosta, ela tenta ignorar o m��ximo possível, mas tem vezes que ver alguns atos contra seus amigos, que ela não aguenta: Vai pra cima da pessoa primeiro a partir da conversa, mas se isso não funcionar, ela vai partir para a briga.

Acha engraçadas essas coisas sobrenaturais, entao tem que convencer ela a acreditar nisso. É bem de boa com as coisas, é mente aberta e para aventuras.

Não tem medo de falar palavrão. As vezes ela fica quieta observando seus amigos, notando se eles estão com problemas ou não, é uma ótima observadora

> História:

Nasceu em cidade grande em Nova York, junto com seus pais que eram um bibliotecário e uma professora de história. Aiby era uma garota calma, mesmo morando no Brooklyn. Os três vivam tranquilamente e felizes até que sua mãe é atacada na rua por homens nazistas, e falece por causa das agressões. Filha e pai preocupados com a demora da mãe, eles vão a procura dela e encontram o corpo. Seu pai fica arrasado, a ponto de não ir mais para o trabalho, quase deixando-os na falência.

Aiby trabalhou como entregadora de jornal, e por causa da sua raiva por causa da morte de sua mãe, se deixou aprender a falar palavrão, brigar e dificilmente acreditar em pessoas de novo mas, nunca aceitou drogas.

Depois de dois anos, após a morte de sua mãe, seu pai finalmente conseguiu se erguer e tentou achar um emprego novo. Até que encontra em Derry, e com essa mudança tudo iria melhorar, então acharam uma pequena casa mobiliada em Derry perto da biblioteca central, onde seria o novo trabalho do pai de Aiby. Então, com a venda das últimas coisas que tinham (e também as coisas de sua mãe), decidiram se mudar e ter uma vida nova.

> ESTILO:

Usa sempre macacão jeans escuro desgastado, as bordas sempre estão duas vezes dobradas, mostrando a canela. Uma seu par de tennis EX-O-FIT HI CLEAN brancos, que tem desenhos originais dela. A unica coisa que muda é suas blusas debaixo do macacão sempre são sem desenhos na frente, mas de cores diferenciadas.

> Gostos e Desgostos:

Gostos:

Música alta

Doces

Cabelo solto

Cheiro de terra molhada

Livros novos

Dançar quando não tem ninguém em casa

 Desgostos:

Bullyng

Brigas

Poeira

Verduras e legumes

Gente mimada

Interesseiros

> Medos / Traumas / Fobias:

Medo: Medo de sangue, do escuro

Trauma: Ela não entra num beco (ou ruas mega apertadas com má iluminação) de jeito nenhum. Por que sua mãe foi morta num beco então, a imagem de sua mãe morta lhe vem a mente, a deixando chorando e sem falta de ar.

Fobias: claustrofobia, o beco onde sua mãe era tão apertado que ela e o pai não conseguiam ficar lado a lado. E ver aquela imagem com aquele lugar, adquiriu essa fobia. > O quê pensou quando soube dos desaparecimentos?:

Ficou surpresa por que ela achava que Derry era tranquila e sem que coisas ruins acontecendo entre as ruas da pequena cidade. Ela acha isso bastante estranho e pensa que talvez algum serial killer estivesse por ai, o que a deixa preocupada em relação aos seus amigos. > Média de notas no colégio: ( ) altas (X) Médias ( ) Baixas > o quê pensa da cidade?:

Acha um lugar calmo e sossegado, ela gosta da cidade, mesmo não querendo demonstrar isso. > Como regirá ao saber da existência da "Coisa"?

Primeiro, ela iria rir achando que é algum tipo de piada, depois de ver que ninguém riu, ela ia ficar sem jeito, ia perguntar como eles sabiam disso, iria querer olhar as provas e ficar preocupada e pensar em modos de como poderia acabar com isso. (Afinal, ela foi para Derry, para ter uma vida tranquila e quer continuar com isso). > Detalhes Adicionais:

Ela possui diabetes de nível alto, precisa se injetar pelo menos 3 vezes ao dia senão pode vir a falecer. (muitas pessoas a chamam de drogada por que não entende o nível crítico da sua doença). > Relacionamento com: • Bill Denbrought: Ela fica triste por causa do irmão de Bill, mas tenta não demonstrar isso. Ela tenta ajudar o Bill com o seu problema de fala. • Richie Tozier: No começo, ela acha o acha chato, e quando queria fazer ele parar de falar pegava os óculos dele e colocava no rosto (e sempre falando que o grau dele era alto). Mas depois começou a achar ele engraçado, a sua maneira, ai parou de pegar os óculos dele e revidava as piadas dele. Ela não sabe como começou a gostar dele, talvez seja por que ela podia realmente se soltar em relação aos palavrões perto dele, podia ser 100% ela mesma. Quando percebe que esta apaixonada, não sabe como reagir chegando ao ponto de ajudar o Richie com as suas piadas, para ver se ele gosta dela ou não. • Eddie Kaspbrak: Ela gosta dele, ela sempre o vê como um filhote machucado, então tenta pegar leve com ele. Acha engraçado ele saber todos os remédios, então ela sempre pergunta qual remédio serve se ela sentir dor em alguma parte do corpo e outras coisas. E fica surpresa quando ele fala tudo de forma confiante. Ela percebe que ele é diferente mas não sabe muito bem o que é. • Stanley Uris: É com quem ela menos conversa no grupo, mas não é pelo fato de gostar menos dele, mas não saber o que conversar com ele. Não sabe quais assuntos seria legal conversar com ele, mas ela tenta de algum modo aprender mais sobre o amigo. • Beverly Marsh: Acha ela, uma menina muito bonita e não entende como ela é amiga dela. Percebe que Beverly esconde alguma coisa atraves da sua observação mas não sabe o que é e queria que a menina contasse para ela, para Aiby ajudar em algo. • Ben Hanscom: É seu melhor amigo, ela o acha tão fofo e quer protege-lo de toda forma possível. Quando os caras querem pegar o lanche ou dinheiro dele, Aiby consegue devolver as coisas dele rapidinho, tanto que muita gente acha que Aiby gosta do Bem mais que amigo. É para ele que ela conta o seu amor por Richie, e sempre pergunta como agir, já que ele é um verdadeiro romântico. As vezes quer ensinar alguns movimentos de lutas para ele. Adoram conversar sobre livros • Mike Hanlon: É seu grande amigo, ela adora conversar com ele sobre tudo. • Henry Bowers: O acha um tremendo babaca e não tem medo de bater boca com ele e nem de bater nele. Faz o possível para não o ver. Sempre se pergunta o por que ele é assim.

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It gets stranger

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by Coco_Pan

For some kind of reason, Derry and Hawkins are instantly united. If you're already not fangirling with that, the It cast & ST cast appear in Derry/Hawkins

Words: 27, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), IT (2017)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Bill Denbrought, Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Finn Wolfhard, Noah Schnapp, Millie Bobby Brown, Max

Relationships: Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Jack Grazer/Finn Wolfhard

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- Bill Denbrought

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