#it fic

[incorrect-losers]

Richie and Georgie Misadventures Part 1

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Georgie was having a good day. Mom made pancakes with a face for breakfast, he was the first one to the monkey bars at recess, AND dad told Billy he had to walk home with him today.

So the kindergartner sat on the curb right outside the school office waiting for his big brother. Billy was doing a play right now so he had to practice reallllly late. Georgie didn’t mind waiting though! He is a big boy!

Well, Georgie didn’t mind waiting until at LEAST 12 hours had gone by. He is still yet to learn how to tell time but the snail he’d befriended managed to cross the entire sidewalk into the grass and the sun that was once in front of him now lingered behind the school.

“Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit! George Denbrough is that you?” a nasally southern accent called out.

Confused, Georgie turned around only to be instantly scooped up and turned upside down.

“What’re you doing out here, Squirt?”

Georgie lifted his gaze from his dangling arms to look at his captor, “RICHIE!” he squealed out. His brother’s friend began to poke his fingers into Georgie’s stomach from where he held him making the 5 year old squirm.

“RICHIEEE,” he giggled, “STOP- hahA-OP!”

Abandoning his quest to make Georgie’s insides become street art the older boy righted him whilst keeping a grip on his shoulders.

Only a bit disappointed to be back on the ground Georgie smiled up at Richie as he began to speak, “Is Billy with you?”

Richie gave him a confused look, “No? Is he not with you?” He began to turn around expecting the oldest Denbrough brother to appear out of thin air.

“Billy is in a play so he has to stay at school for SUPER long. But daddy said that we’re supposed to walk home together today so I waited for him like a big boy!” Puffing out his chest he posed to show Richie how tough he is.

Though his brow was furrowed, Richie laughed, “Woah there macho man don’t pull a muscle on me.” He shifted, “are you sure Bill knew you were walking together today it’s really late for rehearsals?”

Well duh Billy knew, daddy told them this morning? “Mhmm, my dad said so,” George considered himself very elephant eloquent for his young age.

Richie pondered this before a grin grew steadily on his face. “How would you like to ditch your boring old brother and walk back with me instead?”

Georgie thought about it, he really wanted to walk home with Billy today, he was the best! But Richie was also the best -Billy must be bester than best. Before the smaller boy could answer Richie spoke again.

“Cmon George! Don’t make me walk all alone,” he paused, “…I’ll give you a piggy back?”

Okay maybe Richie was also bester than best.

“OKAY!”

Richie bent down for Georgie to climb on his back and they started on their way to the Denbrough home.

#Bill isn’t a perfect brother but we still love him #luckily Georgie has an army of brothers including Rich #Richie and Georgie Misadventures #let me know if I should make more of these #losers club #it #it chapter 2 #it stephen king #the losers club #not incorrect quote #not incorrect quotes #georgie denbrough #george denbrough #bill denbrough #richie tozier #zack denbrough #sharon denbrough #it fic

[tinyangryeddie]

Bad Vows: A Reddie Fic

by camerasparring

Now complete!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 77,000 words

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - 90's Friends, Rom Com, Infidelity, Miscommunication, Coming Out, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Smut, Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex, and much more if you click through!

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Tonight, Eddie’s ready to relax, barefoot and hair curled over his forehead, crossing his legs on the floor and reaching for the first box the delivery guy delivered fifteen minutes ago on the dot, so it wasn’t too hot and wasn’t too cool. Tonight Richie’s hands are clenched hard and white and unforgiving around his fork where he’s picking at the food he’s ordered every single Thursday for three years and pretending not to stare. Tonight there are egg rolls cooling on the big, clunky wooden coffee table and some QVC show on wedding dresses Richie flipped to after Cool Runnings ended playing on the television when Eddie flinches his left arm and says: “Myra wants one of those things.”

Or: Eddie is getting married. Richie is in love with him. Hijinks (and angst) ensue.

#reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier/eddie kaspbrak #it fic #it chapter two #my fic

[billdenbrough]

They’re hanging out on the roof, Bill’s ankle knocking against Richie’s knocking against Bill’s knocking against Richie’s knocking against Bill’s, over and over and over, feeling as endless as the summer does on a day like that, middle of August and not a cloud in the sky, when Richie says, “I kissed Eddie last night.”

He says it casually, like it’s just the kind of thing anyone does, and not the kind of earth-shaking moment Bill’s kind of always known Richie dreamed of doing but would never have bet on coming true.

“I,” Bill says, then regroups. “What?”

“C’mon, Big Bill, don’t tell me all that growing went to your bones and skipped your brain,” Richie jibes, but it’s good-natured. He sounds so calm. Too calm.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe he’s so scared he’s come around to calm. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened to someone, wouldn’t be the first time Bill’s seen it. He’s never seen it happen to Richie, not that he can remember, but that’s maybe because Richie has always run on bravado more than this particular brand of bravery.

Bill can remember feeling like this, so fucking scared that it made him brave again, and he’s seen it in Mike’s eyes too. Bev and Ben’s sometimes, though Bev usually doesn’t like to let anything that gets to her show, and Ben’s heart tends towards taking whatever he’s given more than turning it into something that helps him stand stronger. Which isn’t a bad thing or a good thing, it’s just a thing, and it makes Bill want to pull him on the back of Silver sometimes, like it’ll help him remember he’s important too.

Stan gets quiet, and then he gets loud, at least by his standards. It’s not really the same for him, Bill thinks. When he’s scared for his friends, his voice gets stronger and weaker at the same time, like he’s building it back up but he’s building it up with broken parts, making a fractured foundation. It’ll hold, but eventually it’s gotta give. And then when he’s scared about other things, things that don’t make sense, he gets almost angry, like – like how dare that exist, how dare it have the audacity to creep into his head when it doesn’t make sense.

Sometimes Eddie’s like that, but mostly he’s the first type. Sometimes he gets so scared that he forgets he’s scared at all, brave and determined and terrified out of his fucking mind, so much so that he doesn’t even register it.

If Richie kissed him, maybe that’s why he’s feeling like it. Like… Eddie’s probably the bravest person Bill knows, if he thinks about it real hard, and he’s got so much of it in him that maybe it makes sense that some of it ended up in Richie too when they kissed.

That’s probably not how it works—Bill wouldn’t know, he’s only kissed Bev, and Mike, one time, with his warm eyes and warm hands and warm lips, on a dare from Richie that made his pulse skitter off-beat, and Bill’s not as brave as Eddie because he’s never let himself work out why—but it’s all he can think about as he sits there on the roof of Richie’s house and listens, and listens, and listens.

“It was nice,” Richie says after a moment, nonchalant and earnest at the same time, and Bill thinks, huh.

Bill thinks, this is how he sounds when he’s lying and being honest at the same time.

Bill thinks, this is how he sounds when he means it.

Bill says, “Wow,” instead of saying any of that. Then, eyes on their ankles instead of on Richie’s face, like he’s worried Richie might get spooked and fall off the roof, he adds, “Good, uh, good for you.”

A pause, then: “What did Eddie say? Or do?”

Richie looks out into the sky, into the sunlight, a million miles away or maybe just a few hours, the space between now and last night, between that kiss, that moment.

“He stomped on my foot,” Richie says, grinning a little, and it takes Bill so completely by surprise that he snorts.

“He what?” he asks, incredulous.

Richie glances at him, eyes blown wide by his glasses and maybe a little by Eddie Kaspbrak. He’s smiling, that toothy thing that comes out when he’s relieved or when he’s happy or when school finishes and the summer starts. When he feels free, maybe.

“He stomped on my foot,” Richie repeats. Then, smiling in a way that kind of hurts to look at, he says, a little softer, “And then he kissed me back.”

#reddie #bill denbrough #richie tozier #it fic #the losers club #like i recognise they’re not all Physically in this but they’re v much in bill’s head rn ykwim #jane writes sometimes #dunno what the fuck this is! but it’s winter and i can’t stop coughing so here we are #rambling as a form of sick relief lmao #she’s writing nonsense in the silly little tumblr text box on her phone again les

[waveridden]

In 2006, Bill remembers Georgie, ten years too early. (A 10k canon divergence.)

#it #itch2 #it 2017 #it (2017) #it stephen king #it (stephen king) #stephen king’s it #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #georgie denbrough #hanbrough #bill x mike #waveridden.fic #it fic #itch2 fic #please read this. like for real please

[lethimrunsonia]

The Long Darkness

lethimrunsonia (angelsfallingdeancatch)

Ships: Ben/Bev, Richie/Eddie, Bill/Mike, Stan/Patty

Summary:

Eddie gets a call from Mike at his hanger in Canada after decades of silence. Mike needs a favor. He needs the gang back together. He needs Eddie's planes.

Notes:

Based on the Game the Long Dark. Please go play it, it's wonderful. Game play type healing. Cloth and medication will most likely heal an ailment or injury. Antiseptic will most likely heal an infection, etc.

#reddie #it ch 1 #it ch 2 #benverly #hanbrough #the damn clown movie #it fic #eddie kaspbrak

[sunshinereddie]

“But, seriously, Eds,” Richie went on, his voice softer. “I always thought that you wanted to… do something. You know, like the garage.” 

Eddie turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “What garage?” 

A part of Richie began to feel slightly embarrassed- embarrassed for holding onto these memories for so long. But, Eddie was waiting for an answer, so Richie could only hope that his embarrassment wasn’t visible on his face as he responded. “That summer my dad got an old truck at a used car sale,” he explained. “You would always come over to help him work on it. When summer was over and it was time to go back to school, told me that you wished you could just keep working on the car all the time, and I told you that you should open up a garage when you were older. You got really excited, said that you would. I always thought that that’s what you would end up doing. And, look, I’m not saying that those risks don’t need to be analyzed, I’m sure they do, but…” 

Eddie looked down at his clasped hands in his lap, his thumbs nervously running over his fingers. After a few moments of thought, he shrugged. “Things change,” was all he said.

wip: the secret surprise reddie fic hehe

#writing progress #it fic #reddie #reddie fic

[trouvailleamor]

“Go on, Eds,” Richie said. “Stay behind them. They’ll protect you.”

Eddie wanted to shout a million things at the stubborn man. First, he would have told him that he didn’t need protecting, and then he would have immediately followed it up with the fact that Richie was the one who was bleeding out.

What he ended up staying was, “And what the fuck are you going to do?”

Richie smiled a wicked smile, and Eddie saw blood in his teeth.

“I’m gonna go get Stan.”

#uhhhh #if i post three chapters of a reddie fic tomorrow will anyone read it? #and before you ask #yes im aware that its 2023 #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #stanley uris #bev marsh #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #patty uris #patricia blum uris #it fic #reddie fic #reddie fanfic #it #it stephen king

[canislupus-exe]

In Your Corner | bill denbrough

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

fandom | IT: Chapter One

character | Bill Denbrough

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

requested | anonymous

warnings | cursing, ableism

word count | 1,131

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

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

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Sorry I was just-”

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

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

“P-Pinky promise.” He replies.

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

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

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

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[veganmikehanlon]

The Past Has Claws

Stan takes Patty on a surprise trip out of the country. He changed flights three times before settling on the one. Their families had been nagging them about the lack of pregnancy in their marriage and frankly, Stan was tired of it, so he packed them up and left the country.

They start in Nice, France and decide to go wherever the wind takes them. They spend two romantic weeks traipsing through Europe, happily ignoring any and all calls from their families. It’s in the third week that Stan falls ill. He’s plagued by terrible nightmares that he can’t remember in the morning. Flashes of terrifying monsters, gruesome violence, and a very old fear that Stan wasn’t aware he carried.

He spent his nights tossing and turning and his days feeling nauseous with anxiety. It stops after four days; as suddenly as it starts. Stan dreads going to bed up until the morning he wakes up finally feeling rested, with no memory of nightmares. He feels almost reborn.

They travel for another week and a half, and by the time they get home, they have the news their families were dying to hear.

next

#stanley uris #patricia blum uris #it fic #it stephen king #mowrites

[sloelimbs]

💖MASTERLIST💖

Stranger Things: eddie munson/chrissy cunningham

now starts the craft of a father - one shot, complete

i’m following lightning - one shot, complete

aesthetic chills - chaptered, complete

repertoire - one shot collection

Stephen Kings IT: patrick hockstetter/stan uris

what’s done in the dark - one shot, complete

Stand By Me: ace merrill/gordie lachance

the rock n roll saga - 2/3 parts, wip

#hellcheer #stanstetter #gordace #stranger things fic #Stephen kings it #it fic #stand by me fic #ace Merrill #gordie lachance #eddie munson #Chrissy cunningham #patrick hockstetter #Stan Uris #good omens #good omens 2 #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable bureaucracy

[prodigaldaughteralice]

(Tags via @msbadatnamingthings​, on a “say if you think the person you reblogged this from is a big/intimidating blog” post)

first of all aaa I’m glad I made a good impression!! I felt very small-fish-big-pond over on the rhymin server lol but I’m so glad I wasn’t too awkward ahahaha you’re lovely and we should talk more!!!

Second of all I fucking what

w h a t

Hang on I’m going to go check

okay so it’s actually second but holy shit

When did this happen how did this happen what the absolute hell I had no idea I’m??? I’m???? Baffled oh my gosh??????

#pd alice talks #pd alice writes #msbadatnamingthings #infinity train #it fic #I’M SCREAMING I’M SO CONFUSED #DELIGHTED!!! BUT ALSO! CONFUSED!!!! #i had no idea oh my god #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[nhasablogg]

Tickletober Day 31 - Aftercare

Fandom: It

Characters: Richie/Eddie

A/N: I can’t believe tickletober is over! It’s been fun and challenging and I am never writing again (kidding, I have a collab coming up AND it’s nanowrimo rip to me). Thank you all for following along this month! Ending it with a new fandom.

Words: 622

[Tickletober prompts]

Here’s something.

The first time Richie slept in Eddie’s bed he was too young to even find it in him to joke about it. The boys didn’t find it strange, simply unfamiliar, but not unfamiliar in the sense of how their presence fit around each other, having had their souls intertwined long ago. Strange in the sense that Eddie was a blanket hogger and Richie talked in his sleep. Strange in the sense that Richie needed to stay in bed for half an hour after opening his eyes, as if needing to recover before facing the world, while Eddie was off chasing the sunset. Strange in the sense that they smiled at each other in a way they didn’t usually do the morning after, not talking about it, but not making it weird, really.

Here’s something.

The first time Eddie came out of a nightmare screaming Richie reached for him blindly in the dark and held him until he’d stopped shaking. He didn’t know what to say and yet talked maybe too much, uncertain words spilling out and lacing together with Eddie’s fading panic until it was just them and Richie’s words, a familiar comfort until Eddie felt fine enough to untangle himself from him.

Here’s something.

The first time Richie started saying Eddie’s name in his sleep Eddie was still refusing to decipher the feeling in his chest each time Richie smiled at him. He watched him for a moment, confused, not allowing himself to think anything of it, until Richie said it again, and again, the dimly lit room becoming nothing but Eddie’s name and Eddie’s hammering heart. When Richie woke, Eddie made sure to not say anything. Made sure to not be weird about it.

Here’s something.

The first time Eddie saw Richie cry he’d not been meant to hear it, but he was awake, blinking at the summer day’s first sun rays on his wall before he realized what had woken him up. Unlike Richie, who would say anything he thought of, Eddie didn’t say anything at all and simply sat up, reached for him, and found out that Richie Tozier was the type of crier who curled up in the embrace of whomever was comforting him, not holding onto him as much as allowing Eddie’s arms to engulf him.

Here’s something.

The first time Richie found the tickle spot on Eddie’s back ribs he pinned him to the mattress, the two of them alone as night was falling, with Eddie’s laughter bouncing off the walls. His face was pressed to the bed, and Richie was clawing at his skin, laughing along with him and not letting him get up even when he’d stopped tickling and had turned his light touch into a soothing caress.

Here’s something.

The first time Richie caught Eddie staring at him he was sprawled out on his back, staring at a spot on the ceiling before letting his head fall to the side to look at him, catching the way Eddie averted his eyes. Richie didn’t say anything about it, but when Eddie looked back he held his gaze steadily, both of them blushing as something seized the air and turned it into nothing but tension. Richie knocked their knees together after, telling him they were all right.

Here’s something.

The first time Richie kissed Eddie it was midday, the two of them in bed, the TV loud downstairs and their friends waiting somewhere for them to join them. Richie cupped Eddie’s cheeks, a silent question that earned him a breathless nod, and they collided eagerly. Later, when they’d been reduced to nothing but swollen lips and straying hands, Eddie started laughing and Richie joined in, proving they were fine; their usual aftercare.

#tickling #reddie #ticklish!eddie kaspbrak #it fic #augtickletober2022 #tickletober day 31 #n writes

[tinyangryeddie]

Bad Vows : A Reddie Fic

by camerasparring

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Myra Kaspbrak/Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier/Connor Bowers

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Pennywise, Infidelity, Friends AU, Losers Club, First Kiss, First Time, Angst with a Happy Ending, click through for more!

Click to read on AO3! This is chapter one of ten - fic is almost finished!

Tonight, Eddie’s ready to relax, barefoot and hair curled over his forehead, crossing his legs on the floor and reaching for the first box the delivery guy delivered fifteen minutes ago on the dot, so it wasn’t too hot and wasn’t too cool. Tonight Richie’s hands are clenched hard and white and unforgiving around his fork where he’s picking at the food he’s ordered every single Thursday for three years and pretending not to stare. Tonight there are egg rolls cooling on the big, clunky wooden coffee table and some QVC show on wedding dresses Richie flipped to after Cool Runnings ended playing on the television when Eddie flinches his left arm and says: “Myra wants one of those things.”

#reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier/eddie kaspbrak #it fic #my fic #it 2019

[the-losers-are-still-losing]

does anyone know the name of this one fic on ao3 i’m looking for, it’s neibolt!losers (they’re young adults i think?) and it’s not supposed be poly!losers but it lowkey reads a lot like it,,, anyway bev makes friends w kay who also turns out to be a monster and spider stan goes into a coma i think?? also a tree grows in their house and richie gets a job at amazon and eddie gets loads of dogs?? i’m pretty sure it starts w texting but goes into prose or maybe it just stays as texting the whole time, ANYWAY this is a real long shot but i need the comfort of an old lost fic rn and i will love you forever if you know what im on about 💔💔

#please help <3333 #the losers club #stephen king’s it #it #it 2017 #it 2019 #stephen king #it stephen king #reddie #neibolt!losers #poly!losers #it fic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #sorry i’m desperate for visibility lmao

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

wrote a bunch of ofmd fic for projects i'm contributing to and everlasting summer verse and also wips i have..... and then i thought.......... i could write star wars fic or reddie fic right now too.................

like. wtf year is it. what am i doing over here

#posts from a dying madman #i think #personal ramblings #ofmd fic #an everlasting summer update #an everlasting summer #re: everlasting summer verse: if you were one of the (many) people who requested uncle izzy content. buckle up #wips #star wars #reddie #it #it fic #cw stephen king #stephen king cw #nadja gif #nadja wwdits #i tag things like an old man #on writing #about me #on fanfiction #showmeahero

[cosmicbrowniefan]

chapter 2 of my reddie/stenbrough college au is up!! go check it out :)

#it #it movie #it fanfic #it fic #reddie #reddie fanfic #reddie fic #stenbrough #stenbrough fanfic #stenbrough fic