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girlystories · 6 months

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L'appel du vide (The call of the void)

— pairings: Henry Bowers + Patrick Hockstetter x female/daughter of a cop/new student reader

Summary: after your parents divorce (because your mom is kinda crazy) you move to your dads hometown, back to Derry, and your cousin richie. Additional warnings: depictions of animal cruelty, patrick hockstetter (enough said) Words: 3.5k

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Chapter 2: Bigmouth Strikes Again

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 wasn't in a good mood that day, to say the very least. His dad had dragged him early to school for some reason. He didn't know why, and he didn't care. What he did know is that it disturbed his routine.

He usually woke up by his dad's noisy way of getting ready for work – groaning from the living room, where he slept, and he'd demand his morning beer. If he even bothered, Henry would eat something as he waited for Belch to pass by his house to pick him up – a farm located at the outskirts of Derry. He'd get on his seat – which was of course, at the front, and they'd talk shit. Like they always did, although Henry chose most of the time to remain silent, always too moody in the morning. On the ride they would blast music, driving recklessly around town while the townsfolk would shout curses at them to turn the damn volume down.

But not today. And he was pissed. On the way to school he was resting on his seat with folded arms, looking out the window and refusing his eyes to meet his father's.

When he arrived he was about to wait at the parking lot for Belch and the others to arrive, but his old man shot him a glare, and he instantly knew what he meant. With his head low, he reluctantly walked up the stairs, turning his head around and seeing his oh-so great son-of-a-bitch dad watching him like a hawk, his stoic and hateful eyes hiden behind his round sunglasses.

How much he wanted to fucking punch him right then and there, but he knew he couldn't. He didn't want to admit it, but he was weak against him. He could never manage the courage to stand up for himself, proving his point in being a paper man.

To his utter luck, he was seen by the headmaster, not managing to sneak past his office. He was given a lecture about his attitude and lack of presence, as expected.

When he was finally let to go, his immediate next destination was back outside to meet up with the others. It was the time they usually arrived, anyway. Ten minutes before the first bell rang and they had to attend their homeroom class.

"What the fu–"

Just as he was about to walk outside the building he felt someone collide with his chest. If the many and unnecessary nuisances until now wasn't enough, this instantly managed to form a vein on his temple as he clenched his fist. Today was his unlucky day it seemed. He stopped himself from punching whoever it was just as he met the girl's gaze.

They both shared the same look of surprise. He studied her from head to toe, from the way she styled her hair – which looked somewhat messy – to her slightly parted lips and unironed clothes.

For some reason he didn't know what to say. She seemed... familiar, but he quickly knew she was new. He'd never seen her at any of his classes before, or anywhere else at school. Was she even the same age as him? His eyes then looked behind her to the distance, seeing the all familiar blue Trans-am parked at the usual spot. Their spot, to be in fact.

He grounded his jaw, frowning his eyebrows, as he pushed past her, not caring a bit if he pushed her or something. He almost didn't notice Tozier hiding behind her, clinging on her jacket. He snorted at that. He'd mess with him later.

"Get outta my way," he threatened.

The others were resting their weight against the Trans-am, invested in their good ol' morning chit-chat, some smoking, some not. He approached them with his head low, staring at his shoes, his hands shoved inside his jean pockets.

"Someone's in a good mood," Belch was the first to acknowledge him, noting his already grumpy attitude mockingly as he elbowed Vic to the side, who grunted in response and rubbed his side.

Henry shot him a glare. "Shut your fucking mouth," he said and grabbed his pack, shoving a cigarette between his lips and searching for his lighter.

"Fucking hell," he grumbled.

Patrick handed him his significant zippo – which was probably stolen from his grandparents. Henry took it and lit his death stick, exhailing a satisfied cloud of smoke, happy for something to easy his nerves and tremendous headache.

"Thanks."

"Did your dad give you shit again?", Vic asked after a long pause.

He didn't respond, taking another drag. "The headmaster saw me and wouldn't shut up again about the same ol' shit. Be careful in case he sees you too."

"Well, I don't think he has a problem with me. My grades are decent enough."

"That's because you're not afraid to cheat, Vic," Belch remarked.

The bleach-blonde boy scoffed in response. "I don't cheat, asshole. I, for one, have a goal I want to pursue."

"So do I, smart-ass."

"What, you mean becoming an Olympic player or something?"

"Fuck you, man. You know damn well how much I want to make it to the American League."

"Whatever."

Patrick cleared his throat as he stared forward to nothing in particular, holding back a laugh, while Henry was about to start yelling at them to shut up from beside him. "Are ya done?"

"You're one to talk, Pat," Vic grumbled under his breath, folding his arms.

He looked at him for a moment, letting out a snort of laughter. The icy stare ignored by Vic who looked down as he kicked a stone with his boot. Patrick threw his finished cigarette and patted Henry on the shoulder as he eyed his watch, passing him and starting to make his way to the building's back entrance. He was always first one to separate their morning meeting, despite Henry being the self-proclaimed leader of the group.

"Meet ya after class."

Without waiting for a response he pushed the door, walking slowly inside. He placed one hand inside his pocket, while the other ran through his mid-length hair that hang around his face.

Henry's warning forgotten, he passed the principal's office with ease. Patrick rolled his eyes when he heard his name called just as he was out of view. He could just continue his way, pretending he didn't hear him, but allas, he walked into the office.

"What is it, Mr. Corbin?", his voice dramatically switched into a much innocent one than he intended. His eyebrows lightly raised as he held his hands together in front of him.

Mr. Corbin took off his eyeglasses, stopping his work on whatever papers he had held in front of him. "Your grades," he started, sighing as he captured his facade. "You've been held back one grade. Are you on your way to make that a yearly end goal? You need to step up, Hockstetter."

Patrick stared back at him, his eyes void of all emotion. He had had this conversation with his parents countless times before. It mostly began after 7th grade, when things got more serious. They would constantly nag about his future – especially his uptight and anxious mother. He didn't care really, only choosing to live in the present. He was mostly out of touch with reality, always going with the flow. If he would magically share a similar life like his parents, that'd be fine. If he ended up tossed aside and unsuccessful, then so be it.

"I've also been informed about your attitude outside school. These aren't news, I'm afraid. You and Bowers lack motivation, without a care what you'll be doing with your life in the future."

Patrick was always twisted from a very young age, despite him not seeing it that way. He would get that sort of thrilling feeling through his veins whenever he viewed any kind of discomfort on another, more so when he inflicted it himself. It was so intriguing for him, from the way that rabbit moved so rapid and swiftly, trying to get out of his grasp. When it's escape went unsuccessful it started to make noises. Patrick would study it with round eyes, which eventually were followed with a wide smile. At that age he didn't attempt to kill it yet, and let it go. He didn't see death as a real thing, until he stumbled upon a starved kitten, it's ribs visible and it's legs weak.

He tilted his head as he stood over it, the kitty meowed at him, it's high-pitched cries filling his ears. At first he found it terribly annoying, but then he came to enjoy it. It was suffering without the care of its mother. He kneeled on the concrete and the small cat saw this as a welcome to come closer. He tried petting it for a moment and it started purring in a weird way. His fingers run along it's dry fur and he gave more attention on its neck as he grew bored. He stopped and he felt a rush of adrenaline when the cat started meowing louder as he grabbed its neck, it's legs trying to scratch him to get back down.

The corners of his mouth quirked up in an eerily smile, his eyes shinning slightly. He felt the same feeling when he squeezed the rabbit long ago, but this time he didn't stop and increased the pressure. The kitty stopped moving and it's jaw hang open, it's yellow eyes wide – too wide. He had to compose himself for a moment, releasing his hands as it fell sharpy. He was a god. A chuckle left his lips but he stopped when he heard a hault of steps from behind him.

It was a young boy that seemed of close age range by his height. He expected him to turn back around and run away, but he didn't. Patrick held a cold gaze.

"What do you want?" he asked.

The boy – surprisingly approached him. "What you did was pretty cool."

Patrick didn't expect that. He smiled again. "I do it all the time," he lied but it was mostly the truth.

The boy looked at the dead cat, then at Patrick. "I'm Henry."

"I'm Patrick."

Henry grinned, revealing a missing tooth. "Cool, wanna join me and my friends? We're on our way to throw paper towels that old lady's house."

"The one with the crazy mole on her nose?"

Henry nodded. Patrick thought about it first. He didn't really have any friends, so this was certainly a change.

"Sure, why not?"

After that he became a member of the group, soon to be the Bowers Gang. At first he wasn't as welcome, being one year older, but they became so close, they were particularly like brothers.

Mr. Corbin dragged a hang over his features, a headache starting to form. He waved towards the door, finishing: "that's about it. If you and Bowers get send here one more time, I'll have to take drasting measures. You'll get a pass this time. Mainly because it's your first time, Hockstetter. Now get your ass to class."

Satisfied, Patrick fixed his slouched back and turned around. He instantly noticed the unfamiliar girl next to the doorframe, her curious round eyes watching their interaction with keen interest, like a show being presented for her. Only she didn't applaud, and instead stood there awkwardly. Though she didn't quite fear him, it seemed, but Patrick knew that he'd have to give a good first impression then. That'd change her image of him for sure, he mused.

He walked out the office with long steps, slowing down only as their eyes met and he instinctively licked his lips when he saw that it worked.

He didn't care in hearing what the principal shouted at him just as he made his way to class, his mind only on the new victim he found and how he'd proceed next. The corners of his mouth quirked up into that same eerly smile.

Just as soon as lunch period came, [Name] went to take a seat at a table in the cafeteria, grabbing with her a weird looking sandwich and a soda. The school food definitely wasn't considered a five star meal, but she didn't have much of a choice, since she forgot to bring her own food from home.

She didn't really care much about not having anyone to sit with, although some company would be nice. She would go sit with her cousin and his friends but she couldn't really find them in this crowd. Despite the town being small, the school was pretty packed.

Just as she was about to take a bite of her sandwich, she felt someone being pushed against her back. She groaned in annoyance and turned around, ready to cuss whoever hit her.

She stopped when she noticed a boy trying to stand on both his legs, though unstable. In front of him was the large looking guy she saw with Victor in class before, who wore a hat and a sadistic grin. He was about to make another move on him but turned his head around when he heard his name from the other side of the room – Belch, [Name] heard and looked over at the origin of the call, who was an annoyed looking Henry Bowers. [Name] also noticed Victor and Hockstetter with him. As expected. She still couldn't believe that he was possibly one of Richie's bullies.

Belch glanced back at the guy who was pushed on [Name] with a piercing glare, though he didn't pay any mind on her. He then turned around and left, going back with his friends, who pushed the door opened and left the cafeteria.

[Name] looked around, wondering if anyone else saw the whole thing happened, but everyone just went on with their businesses, except maybe like three people, but they still said nothing. She raised a brow. Why didn't anyone do or say anything? Do they control the school or something? She couldn't believe it. People fucking sucked here. She looked back at him, who tried to wipe the dust off of him. His clothes were messy and hang around his body, but he quickly fixed them, along with his posture. He cleared his throat. It took a while for [Name] to notice they initiated contact, and she grew awkward knowing that she was looking at him the whole time.

She decided to break the silence. "You okay?"

He rose his eyebrows – almost surprised – and tried fixing his brown hair, which was not as easy without the use of a mirror. "Uh, yeah."

The awkward silence around them rose once again as he stood behind her while she had her head still turned around. It was growing sore by the second and she drew a leg over the seat, taking a more comfortable position.

"Who the hell was that?" she asked.

He seemed more surprised, as his mouth fell agape for a split second. "Hold up. You don't know him?"

"Um, no?"

He let out a laugh, almost not believing her words. "You're joking, right?"

She shook her head and shrugged. "Should I?"

"I mean, no but-", he continued to stare at her with a look of surprise. "You honestly don't know of the Bowers Gang?"

She didn't know how to respond, then she said, "Well, actually, I'm knew here."

Her words seemed to bring some sort of understanding as he let out an 'ohhh'. Without asking he sat next to her and stook out his arm. "I'm Aiden."

She shook it. "[Name]."

He leaned against his palm, the edge of his elbow just barely touching the table. "So you're new, huh? How come of all places you choose good-old Derry?"

"I used to live here a long time ago," she said. "For now I'm living with my relatives while we search for a house to rent or buy."

"Relatives? Who? I might know 'em.'"

"I don't know if you do, but I'm Richie's cousin and –"

Aiden's eyes widened again. It was pretty amusing how easily surprised he got.

"You're Tozier's cousin? As in Trashmouth Tozier?"

"Hey, I'd really appreciate you not talking bad about my cousin."

He ignored it, continuing, "No fucking way, dude. That guy doesn't know when to stop."

"So?", she asked as her eyes narrowed.

He waved his hands dismissively. "No – I'm just saying. He's just a pretty easy target amongst the Bowers Gang."

Just as [Name] was about to ask more, a voice called Aiden from the distance. Two girls waved at them and approached them.

"We've been looking everywhere for you," the blonde-haired girl said as she gave him a quick hug.

"Fucking Huggins thought it was funny to push me while I was about to leave," Aiden rolled his eyes. "But he immediately left. I don't care either way."

"Ugh, just ignore them. They're just dumb."

The brunette's focus was at [Name]. "Hey, you're the new girl, right? I think we share English together," she pointed out.

She titled her head, trying to recall seeing her. "Really? I didn't really notice you. Sorry."

"Oh, where are my manners?" Aiden said. "This is Jamie and Evelyn", he pointed first at the blonde then the brunette.

[Name] shook their hands, while she revealed her name to the girls. "I'm new here," she added.

"And she's Tozier's cousin," Aiden interrupted with a grin.

[Name] sighed at that as she opened her soda. "I still wanna know about that Bowers guy."

The girls sat at the other side of the table, sharing a look and then looked back at her.

"Well, it's best to say to not mess with him or the rest of his gang. Unless you're unlucky then you're fucked. It's best to just not be an easy target," Everly said.

"It's almost like the whole town fears them," Jamie added.

[Name] raised a brow. "How come they target my cousin?", she looked at the boy next to her. "Or Aiden for that matter."

He sighed. "It's... a long story."

It would be a lie if she said she wasn't curious, but decided not to push it. "Okay, well," she said between bites, "They better not mess with Richie again."

Everlyn leaned close, "I don't think you're in control of that. I'd advice you to tell Richie to just avoid them as much as possible."

[Name] frowned at that, but she didn't say more. There was something she could do, right? She took a sip of her soda and licked her lips.

Jamie nudged her friend's shoulder next to her, "Hey, let's invite her to Frank's party," without waiting for a response she looked back at [Name]. "Wanna join us on Friday? It starts at 8 pm."

She stopped chewing as she glanced at the three reluctantly. She really wasn't in the mood for that, wanting to relax the first week.

"Come on! It'll be fun! We'll introduce you to other people. That way you'll make friends or something." She placed her hands together in a pleading manner, flickering her long lashes. "Pleaseee? Evelyn will give you a ride."

Evelyn shot a disapproving glare at her, mostly because she didn't bother asking first, but it went unnoticed by Jamie.

[Name] shrugged. "Sure, I guess?", she rubbed the back of her head. "But I'll leave as soon as I get bored. I'm not really in the mood these couple of days."

Jamie rose from her seat and walked over to her, squeezing her into a hug. "Yay! I swear you won't get bored. And if it makes you feel better I won't leave your side."

Evelyn was kind enough to give [Name] a ride back home, but she didn't really mind since she gave the other two a ride as well. She thanked her as she shut the door behind her, seeing Aiden wave at her while Jamie blew a kiss from behind the window.

She walked in the Tozier residence and called out if anyone was home. She heard no response and she shrugged. Richie would be with his friends while her dad, and uncle and aunt would be at work. She threw her backpack and shoes off, going to the kitched and opening the fridge. Groaning at the vague options and the rumbling sound from her empty stomach she opted with a bowl of cereal. She sat at the living room, the blanket embracing her comfortably as she wore her pajamas. She should probably have better done her homework or study for that history test, but she really needed some sort of peace. She wasn't really paying attention to the movie, or the random commercials but she was almost shaken up by the sound of her door opening.

It was her dad. He seemed to be in a really good mood – if the wise smile he had wasn't obvious he greeted her with enthusiasm.

She quirked a brow, muching on her cereal. "Why so happy? Not that I mind."

He took of his boots, "We're having a barbecue tomorrow!", he exclaimed simply.

"Huh?"

"Cancel any plans for tomorrow if you have any."

#:ssnowville #:snowville #[🌸]#it fanfiction #it x reader #bowers gang x reader #bowers gang #henry bowers x reader #patrick hocksetter x reader #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #Spotify

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gloomy-prince · 4 months

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Had to focus on this preview to not lose my mind over seeing Sonia be the worst mom in Maine yet again. (Surprising no one there, Mrs. K) Literally just so in love with how Richie knows not to test the power of The Fork. This is a common theme in the Tozier house, I assume? Also is my sweet girl okay? Is she good? I'm so worried about her.

Went has definitely played fencing via fork at the dinner table with his kids since they could hold forks…. Also I think there might be some confusion cause the girl in the preview is Richie’s sister and not his mom lol. But they look pretty similar. The oldest daughter looks a lot more like Went

#even if you didn’t specifically think that I definitely saw another person or two call hee Maggie lol #so just clearing it up while I have the chance #gloomy asks

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strangestdrabbles · 2 years

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Chaotic Dads

A/N: so i had this all written last night and then lost half of it so i had to rewrite it but that’s okay because it was so fun to write. i had an amazing time with this imagine and i hope that it is as much fun to read as it was for me to write :-) also also this is the longest imagine i’ve written so i’m proud of that :-)

Pairing: Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak) x Daughter!Reader

If there was only one word that Y/N had to describe living with her dad’s Richie and Eddie, it would be chaotic.

Only on the night Y/N got back from her study group, walking through the doors of her home, there was no chaotic shouting and laughing, no Eddie admonishing Richie for another poor attempt at a British accent. It was silence and hushed whispers, more stressed on Eddie’s side while there was more silence on Richie’s.

“I can’t believe MIke called us. What does he think we’re going to do? Go back to Derry?”

Richie ran a hand through his hair, both men not noticing Y/N walk into the room and stand in the doorway.

“God I feel fucking nauseous.”

“Dad, are you okay?”

Eddie turned his head first, looking at Y/N like a deer caught in headlights, Richie slowly turning his head after; looking a little gray faced.

“O-Oh yeah I’m good kid.”

Y/N nodded slowly, looking skeptical but deciding against saying anything.

“Well is everything okay?”

Eddie started to ring his hands before running his hands over his face.

“U-Um yeah it’s good.”

Y/N nodded before looking around.

“So…”

Both men looked at her confused because of the coy way she had her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels.

“So?”

“Where is Derry and why does it have you both stressed?”

The couple looked at each other, fear slowly seeping through their bloodstream.

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Y/N sat in the back seat as Richie drove, Eddie sitting in the passenger seat, the spectacle clad man gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white while passing the sign that read ‘Welcome To Derry’.

The sound of the radio created a soft hum as the wind whipped through the ajar windows, providing a soft sliver of fresh air to combat the suffocating interior of the car.

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked, taking her headphones out and pausing her music, taking in how Eddie and Richie looked at each other.

“T-To um meet up with some old friends.” Eddie whispered, feeling a ball well up in his throat that was about to bring on hyperventilation but then he felt fingers intertwine with his; Richie smiling while he kept his eyes on the road.

“I didn’t know you two had friends.”

Richie laughed properly for the first time since he got the call from Mike, feeling some of the fear alleviating from his chest.

“Ha ha that’s very funny Y/N.” Eddie spoke, his voice deadpan but the humor was evident.

“Also why are we in Derry? I didn’t even know this place existed.”

Richie cleared his throat, uncomfortable memories coming back of Henry calling his homophobic slurs and the sadness of pushing down who he truly was washed over his in staggers.

“Well you see mah dear, Derry is the bees knees.”

Richie’s accent couldn’t be placed and it made Y/N roll her eyes but a smile couldn’t be held back.

“Beep beep Richie.”

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Richie pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and after turning off the car just sat there with Eddie, both looking at each other with a fear that was palpable, Y/N feeling it fill the car and wash over her.

“Dads? Are we all good to go in?”

The sound of their daughter’s voice brought them out of their shared terrified memories, turning in unison to face Y/N before Richie smiled and nodded.

“Let’s get in there.”

“Your New York accent is terrible dad.”

Eddie laughed as Richie rolled his eyes playfully.

“I thought I was getting better.”

Y/N laughed while getting out of the car, Richie and Eddie following shortly after and there was a moment of calm before Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand for stability; Y/N pulling her jumper closer around her as the night air seemed colder.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Eddie asked, his hand coming to grip Richie’s shirt to ground himself.

Before Richie could push down the fear to be able to answer, Y/N spoke up from across the parking lot in a tone of faux annoyance.

“Are you two coming or what?”

The pair look at each other, sharing a look and a still moment before turning to look at Y/N, both of them nodding and starting to walk over.

“I don’t know why we agreed to do this?”

Eddie’s rhetorical question came out as a whisper as the trio walked through the door, Y/N going first and heading straight to a small fish tank. The sound of excited conversation and constantly moving cutlery eased the older men’s minds for a moment, focusing hard to not fall into the fear that was clinging at their peripherals; Eddie was shocked that Richie hadn’t tried to fill the silence between the two with unfunny quips and awkward humor.

Eddie stepped forward then and wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist, wanting to hold him and do his best to ground the spectacle clad man. It seems to work as Richie pressed a soft and loving kiss to the crown of the shorter man’s head.

“Whatcha lookin at ova there?”

Y/N turned around and put her hands in her pockets, tilting her head and one of her dads and smiled.

“I was just checkin’ out dem fishes pops.”

Richie laughed at the attempted New York accent, the low rumble in his chest comforting Eddie immensely.

“You really have to work on that accent darling.”

Y/N laughed while rolling her eyes.

“I would’ve said it’s better than yours if I’m honest.”

Before Richie could retort, a hostess came over to them and asked how she could help.

“We’re here to see Mike Hanlon.”

Eddie followed beside the hostess, Richie and Y/N walking a little ways behind so he could list off what he couldn’t eat to the hostess; the other two tuning out what they had heard countless times before.

“- gluten and if I eat cashews I could realistically die…”

Eddie’s voice trailed off as he made eye contact with Mike first and then Bill, a rush of memories hitting him like a train; not noticing that Richie and Y/N were right behind him.

“Holy shit.”

Mike was the first one to one to step forward and greet the trio, first Eddie and then Richie, giving the men a hug each and lingering with his hands on their biceps, one after the other, and just taking in the fact that they were in front of him. Shortly after Bill followed suite and gave each man a handshake.

“I’m so glad you both came.”

The men nodded and were about the speak but then Y/N’s voice cut through.

“Oh my god.”

All the attention was on her as she stepped forward towards Bill, her eyes wide and starstruck. The man in question looked confused for a moment, taken aback by the reaction of the young girl and how excited she was to even be in the same room as him.

“You’re Bill Denbrough.”

“I am and who are you?”

Y/N forgot how to speak for a moment, not believing that her favourite author was speaking to her.

“I’m Y/N, the kid of those losers.”

Y/N motioned to Eddie and Richie lazily with her thumb, smiling when Bill laughed and nodded, both not noticing the mock offended look on the taller man.

“Oi you take that back.”

Y/N turned to look at him and stuck out her tongue before turning back to Bill.

“It’s amazing to meet you. Your books are some of my favourites. I especially love the endings because you have a way of making them feel so real and raw, even if they might not always be what is expected.”

Bill felt a swell of happiness in his chest at hearing that his endings had been enjoyed, only hearing that they weren’t good by so many people, even if they felt like the best direction to him.

“What’s one of your favourites?”

It took a moment for Y/N to think but then it came to her.

“The book about the man with a hook for a hand. It was insane. It took me three days to read the last chapter because I didn’t want it to end.”

“That was one of my favourites to write. The ending of that book was my favourites.”

“It was my favourite too. I felt like I was there with the main character. It was so good.”

Bill smiled and thanked Y/N, watching as they got the copy of the book out of their bag along with a pen and shyly asked if he could sign it.

“It would mean the world if you could.”

Bill took the items from Y/N carefully, opening the book to the title page on the table before writing a sweet message and then signing underneath; handing it back and watching as Y/N read the note.

The pair continued to talk a little ways away as Mike, Richie and Eddie spoke quietly.

“Thank you both for coming. I knew you both would.”

Eddie didn’t want to say anything about the fact that he had really considered not going and it was thanks to Richie that he hadn’t balantently refused or jumped out of the car while it was on the road. He didn’t think Mike would want to hear about that. “Oh yeah, of course Mike. We wouldn’t miss coming back to kill the clown that made our lives hell as kids for anything.”

Mike didn’t react to the sarcasm or the uncomfortable looks on the pair’s faces, instead starting to ramble about how grateful he was and how excited he was to see the others; no one mentioning Stan. Before anything else could be said however, Beverley’s voice was heard.

“Is that you Trashmouth?”

Everyone turned at the sound, Bev standing there looking as beautiful as always while Ben stook behind, looking bashful and flustered, his crush on Bev hitting him full force after all these years.

“That’s Mr Trashmouth to you mah dear.”

Bev laughed at the accent, memories of Richie’s nonsense filling her mind.

“You know you haven’t gotten any better at the accents Tozier. I would have thought time would help.”

Richie laughed and the soft rumble of his chest comforted Eddie, grounding him and filling his chest and heart with a feeling of overwhelming love and adoration.

“So drinks?”

“After the drive I just had, yes please.”

The group got situated around the table then, Y/N sitting between Bill and Richie, laughing as her dads began to bicker and the waitress come in the take orders. THe atmosphere was like coming home, friends reuniting and picking up right where they left off, even if the elephant in the room was waiting for them to talk about it.

“Oh Bev, Ben, this is our daughter Y/N.”

Beverley was the first to introduce herself, Ben after, the red head making conversation and helping the girl to feel comfortable and welcome. It didn’t take long for the group to share stories with her about what her dads were like as kids, Y/N laughing harder than she had in a while at Richie and Eddie’s antics and how similar they were then to how they were now.

It was then that the drinks came, alcohol for everyone else and a coke for Y/N.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

Mike said, raising his glass, the rest of the group, including Y/N (even if she had really no clue).

Everyone repeated the sentiment before clinking their glasses together.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

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himynameis4 · 1 year

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I feel like y’all are sleeping on the canonically-overlapping timeframes between It Chapter 1 & Stranger Things.

Will goes missing in early November (aka fall) of 1983. It Chapter 1 takes place 1988-1989, with Georgie going missing October 1988, and all the action taking place the subsequent summer.

The summer of 1989 would be when the Party graduates high school, you guys.

Wouldn’t it be interesting if Ted Wheeler had a sister, Maggie Tozier, perhaps? Finn Wolfhard has said that Richie and Mike wouldn’t get along, and Mike being frustrated with his dipshit little cousin is hilarious to me.

There are already crossover fics existing—ones that make Mike & Richie twins, ones that have Richie as the elder cousin, lots of ones that have Richie sent to live with/visit the Wheelers in Hawkins—but none I’ve seen that take the timeline into account, none with Mike as the elder cousin, and few that primarily take place in Derry.

What about, instead, starting post-season 4, with Karen Wheeler? The Wheelers are incredibly flawed, as parental figures go, but the end of season 4 leaves off with them seeming to pay more attention to the dangers in their children’s lives. Perhaps Karen Wheeler, newly wise to the supernatural dangers of Hawkins, sends Mike and Holly to live with their cousins in Derry for their own good? Hawkins is practically a ghost town, after all… Nancy’s over 18, Karen can’t control her—but she can protect her younger two, at least.

Perhaps it’s discovered that Mike was a target of Vecna, and the party, on edge and traumatized after Max, advocates for him to move away, where he’ll be safe, unintentionally heightening Mike’s feelings of uselessness (but he knows he could be useful, if they’d just listen this time, if they’d just let him stay… he feels sick thinking it, but also sickeningly justified in it, too: if he’d been in hawkins when they went for vecna that first time, max would be awake, and eddie would be alive. Mike could’ve done better, he just knows it, if only he’d been there to plan, he would’ve done better than the harebrained scheme nancy threw together, nearly getting max killed, and he only just made up with will, and eddie is dead, and he cant leave now—).

(It’s interesting to explore how mike sometimes simultaneously overconfident & incredibly insecure, as well as his (mis?)perception of himself, nancy, etc. Another interesting theme to explore here is the concept of usefulness, and how that does or does not factor into being loved and having value. Mike is useful, Mike is a leader… but by taking away Mike’s opportunities to express these things, it forces Mike to contend with his own self-worth and how he values himself, and his feelings on having to be “useful” in relationships relationships/to be loved (see: she doesn’t need me, mike’s van ramblings on lois lane, etc).

On top of that…what if Ted died fighting the upsidedown, protecting his children, and Karen shuffles the kids off to Derry shortly thereafter? Maybe she stays with Mike and Holly in Derry, but maybe she doesn’t stay forever—perhaps she returns to Hawkins to try and defend her wayward, rebellious eldest, Nancy, fighting at her daughters’ side and avenging her late husband. So Mike is left to grapple with the loss of his father mostly on his own, though Aunt Maggie and Uncle Went do their best. Perhaps it’s made worse by the fact that, just as his parents seemed to be doing better, to be caring, one got himself killed and the other abandoned them. In their attempts to “do better” they both—well, they don’t. Frankly, mike preferred when they didnt pay attention at all. At least they were all alive, and mike was with the people he loved. Will he have to forgive them, now? His father and his last-minute heroics, as though that makes up for a lifetime of distance; his mother and her grief, deciding that acknowledging her failures as a parent means giving up all hopes of being a better one?

(Themes? Forgiveness, parents, the impacts parents have on their children, etc.)

And on top of all of that, now he’s stuck in this shitty, homophobic town, one that isn’t all that different from his shitty, homophobic hometown, except that missing children are mundane here and most of the people he loves are miles away. Oh, and also it’s cold as fuck, because he’s in Maine, and he has to share a room with his shitty little cousin, Richie.

Mike is abruptly shoved into the same position El was—he’s dealing with a lot of shit at school, but why the hell would he tell el about it, with everything she’s dealing with in hawkins?? El had it worse in Lenora, apparently—given the way she reacted when he tried to compare their experiences with bullying.

(This isn’t entirely accurate, isn’t reflective of the intention behind El’s statement or the reason she reacted to Mike the way she did, merely a way Mike might internalize and interpret and be affected by El’s response to him talking about his experiences with bullying in season four.)

Reconstructing cerebro on the roof without dustin sucks. Being unable to communicate with the people he loves would suck more, though, and telephone lines are never private, no matter who’s listening in (nosey aunts and cousins or government agents on their side or government agents decidedly NOT on their side—it doesn’t matter. They don’t get to spy, because it’s not of their goddamn business).

(At least he and will are talking. Every other night, practically. Mike climbs out of the window of his shared bedroom, sits on the roof next to his Cerebro, and talks and talks and talks with will until the sky gets light. They discuss the latest new of the upsidedown, their friends, will’s connection to all of it, their families. Will is the only person mike tells, honestly, about what it’s like in Derry. They talk about light things too—plan campaigns they know they’ll never get to play, talk about comics and gossip about annoying siblings & cousins. When the Little Shop of Horrors movie comes out, they watch it separately & then talk about it together. Overall, they’re making a better go of it than the last time they tried long distance.)

(The cognitive disconnect for mike between what he’s experienced, what his friends have experienced, and the relatively mundane (for now) evils of derry high school might be interesting to explore, too.)

Life continues in this vein for about 2 years. The upsidedown & vecna aren’t fully resolved, but things are at a kind of stalemate, at least.

And then, in 1988, Georgie Denbrough goes missing.

(If you made it to the end of this long-ass post, congrats, man. I figure i’ll tag @wibble-wobbegong since i know he was/is v into stephen king? If you’re reading this, hi wibble! Idk this plot bunny has been dancing in my head. If anybody has thoughts, or different directions they wanna springboard off from this, i’d love to hear ab it lol. I think imma tag this on “wheeler in derry” for my own organization. If i elaborate ill probably tag it there)

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Reddie Fic Recs

Okay so these are the ones I go back to and reread constantly!! All listed have multiple chapters, impeccable grammar/structure, and RIDICULOUSLY good characterization/dialogue. Theyre also all located on AO3. My obsession is too late for peak fandom interactions so these are what keep my hyper fixation alive.

1. In The Heat Of The Summer (You’re So Different From The Rest) by Kaboomslang

There’s a heatwave in L.A., the first time Richie sees Eddie naked.

One very hot year in the life of two idiots in love, working shit out.

It is so so so so fucking good I can’t stand it. It’s an Eddie Lives AU that is 15 Chapters and 109,525 words of pining and comfort and beauty. Eddie comes to stay with Richie in LA after the events of It Chapter 2. Literally my only complaint is that Stan stays dead however the characterization of everyone and the way the writer handles their grief more than made up for it.

2. A Strange Sense of Familiarity by Katranga

“So Eddie, what brings you to the bar tonight?" Richie asked. "Gonna rebound from the divorce? Pick up a hot young twenty-something to feel young again?”

“Fuck you,” Eddie said, jutting his chin forward. “What a terrible way to ruin the mood.”

“I’m sorry, all my moods are poorly cultivated. What mood were you looking for?”

A nervous lump grew in Eddie's throat. He threw back his drink to get rid of it.

Hand wrapped around the glass he’d just slammed back onto the bar, he said, “The mood that gets me leaving with a schlubby forty-something.”

Pre-chapter two, Eddie and Richie meet and don't remember each other, but have an instant connection anyway...

This may be my favorite fic of all time. This is a Canon Divergence AU where Richie and Eddie meet at a bar prior to the events of It Chapter 2 and start sleeping together. Eddie is divorced so there’s no infidelity storyline (which I appreciate) HOWEVER Richie is still famous and in the closet so there’s still the secret love affair storyline (that I love). The characterization is literally perfect, it has amazing dialogue, and my boy Stan is alive and involved. The OCs are so so good too and I’m beyond obsessed with all the thought the author obviously put into it.

3. Sweeter By The Hour by Katranga

rich. 25. i can be your angle 😇... or yuor devil 😈

Edward. 38. Please don’t call me daddy.

Richie’s a struggling standup comedian slash bartender with a side hustle of sexting rich guys for cash. Eddie is recently divorced, recently out, and reluctant to dive into either the dating or hookup scene. He decides to give Sugr, a 'dating app with no commitment', a shot.

Katranga NEVER MISSES. Even though the losers club is in a completely different universe, the characterization and dialogue is so them that it scratches every itch in my brain. This is such a funny and adorable AU I would recommend to anyone that needs a break from the high stress and extremely high stakes of the traditional It Universe.

4. Here In Your Arms by kaspbrak_kid

Richie had no idea what to expect when Stan and Patty asked him to be their daughter's godfather, but it definitely wasn't becoming the part-time dad to a newborn.

This fic makes me cry like a bitch in the best way possible. This is a several years later fic in a Eddie and Stan Lives AU where Richie becomes godfather to Stan and Patty’s firstborn. This is so so special to me because it perfectly preserves The Loser’s Club dynamics in a safe environment and gives me all the found family warm fuzzies I so desperately need. As usual the characterization is phenomenal and Richie and Eddie’s relationship throughout this fic is so so special to me.

5. Richie Tozier’s Five-Step Mission in Getting Over His Childhood Sweetheart by MissDinahDarling

Alternatively: five times Richie tries to get over Eddie and the one time he gets under him instead.

This fic is so so fucking funny I love everything about it. Its also a Stan and Eddie Live AU and thehe dialogue and losers club dynamics are so so funny. I love seeing little snippets of how the losers lives are moving on and especially appreciate that Bev and Ben didn’t move as quickly as some fics do. Richies denial and stupidity are so relatable and its an extremely comforting read.

6. River by Unicornpoe

The thing—the thing is that Eddie hasn’t seen Richie in nearly five years.

They’ve gotten good at avoiding each other. They alternate holidays and get-togethers, only showing up when they’re sure the other won’t be present. They’re still in the same fucking city but Eddie makes sure to shop on the other side of town from their old place where Richie still lives, makes sure not to go to any of Richie’s favorite restaurants or bars or cafes or goddamn park benches. Eddie doesn’t join in on the Losers’s group FaceTime sessions when he knows Richie’ll be joining, and Richie does the same for him.

They couldn’t make their relationship work, but they’re fucking experts at being exes.

Eddie goes to spend the holidays at Bill and Mike's cabin in Vermont, and is surprised when Richie is already there. Things get worse when they're snowed in alone. Things get even more worse when Eddie remembers that he's still in love with him.

This fic gives me the most acute sense of profound longing I’ve ever had in my life. The EXTREMELY angsty hurt/comfort au I’ve ever read in my life. Not extremely inclusive of the rest of The Losers Club, but it hits hard.

7. This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) by camerasparring

Just as the last car is passing them, Prince Charming makes a snuffling noise and Eddie freezes, still pressed on top of him. He’s suddenly aware of every single place they’re touching, and Eddie thanks the brutal Chicago cold - there’s no way he could pop a boner when it’s this freezing. God, he hates himself.

The man opens his eyes for a moment and looks directly into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie’s mouth hangs open. He tries to smile, but he doesn’t think he achieves it. Instead, he swallows and says:

“Merry Christmas.”

The guy passes back out without a word.

or, the While You Were Sleeping AU no one asked for. Set Christmas 1995 and the gang is late 20's/early 30's

I read this before ever even hearing of the movie While You Were Sleeping. While the movie is now one of my favorites, it is absolutely nothing compared to the hilarious romcom of this fic. Found family! Secrets! Drama! Stan the mother fucking man! It is so so good and gives me all the good feelings the holidays provide whenever I read it.

8. Scratch On The Moon by Vulcanodon

Eddie Kraspbak has put aside his old life for good. He drives a stagecoach now and keeps to himself- his days of running with the Denbrough gang are long gone. But when two old friends show up and tell him they have unfinished business back in Derry, Eddie can’t resist the chance to put a final nail in the coffin of the past…and maybe find out why Richie broke his promise all those years ago.

“I’ll take left if you take right,” Eddie calls out but when he looks over Richie isn’t even firing his gun; he’s looking at Eddie with a strange, unreadable expression on his face.

“What is it?” Eddie asks, panicking. “Are you hit?”

“No,” Richie says, “I just. I just wanted you know. That I…that I feel the same way.”

“What?” Eddie asks, totally lost. A bullet whistles past his ear.

“I mean I...” Richie says, as if he’s struggling to get it out. “I feel the same way about you. I mean. That I always did.”

“Could we maybe postpone this conversation?” Eddie says, having to yell over the gunfire. “To a time when we aren’t getting shot at?”

Are you gay? Is longing and the tragedy of wasted time your guilty pleasure? Did you read River by Unicornpoe and want more? Do you like westerns? READ THIS FIC AND COME TALK TO ME IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!

9. You Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog (And They Call It Puppy Love) by Fluffifullness

Okay, Richie, so you’ve just been Shaggy Dog’d, you’re either kicking it in the weirdest of all possible afterlives or you never died and the sewer clown is punking you. What next?

(or: Eddie makes it out of Derry, gets a divorce, and adopts a dog.)

Richie gets “Shaggy Dog’d” after he sacrifices himself for Eddie during the events of It Chapter 2. Grief, pining, and Richie’s internal monologue being fucking hilarious. And STAN LIVES!!!!!!

10. Thanks For Pudding Up With Me by Mooeydooey

Eddie Kaspbrak was once one of the most influential professional chefs in New York. After an unfortunate incident in his kitchen, he loses his job and most of his earnings. Down on his luck, with no where else to go, he accepts a job offer with the ragtag 'Prospect Test Kitchen' in Boston.

What starts as a small passion project, making cooking tutorials online, becomes a lot more complicated and bigger than they could ever imagine when Bill brings in a new addition to their team. A comedian with a shocking background and surprise talent for culinary arts: Richie Tozier.

Eddie's the only one who doesn't like the new recruit, but Bill bribes Eddie into giving Richie a chance. At the end of six months, Richie's contract will expire. Eddie will get to decide whether they offer him a contract renewal, or refuse to re-hire him.

Things are heating up in the Prospect street Test Kitchen! Will Eddie stick to his guns, and keep his dignity? Or will he get lost in the sauce?

SO FUCKING FUNNY!!! An absolutely genius buzzfeed-esque au that is exactly what I need when I want a laugh. My favorite parts are when they go into like a third person screenplay mode for describing the events in the videos. I cannot get enough of this enemies(?) to friends to lovers au and I’m so so glad it exists.

11. A Fistful of Coal Dust by Jay Auris (nighthawkms)

Eddie Kaspbrak usually works alone. For a bounty hunting mage, this is unheard of; dangerous, foolhardy. But for Eddie - stricken with a dangerous abnormality to his magic - it's the safest way to survive.

When a new bounty takes him to the backwater town of Derry, he's not expecting anything more than a hard job done right for good money. But Eddie's past is about to catch up with him, and Derry could face the consequences. He'll have to team up with a rag-tag bunch of misfits - a sheriff with too much on his shoulders, a tavern owner haunted by loss, and four other hunters with their own secrets and motivations - if he wants to survive.

And maybe, if he's lucky, he'll get an answer to the one question that's been bugging him since he got to Derry: Who is Richie Tozier, and what does he want from Eddie?

A super fun Steampunk-Western-Magic-Bounty Hunter AU that has the perfect ratio of action, drama, and intrigue. I have no idea how the author came up with such an amazing idea and how they were able to do so much incredible world building but I absolutely LOVE IT.

If anyone reads any of these fics I would love to talk about them and hear what you think! They’re all so so so special to me and stay on my fic rotation, so if y’all have any suggestions for me too I’m happy to check them out!

#reddie #it chapter ii #it #richie trashmouth #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #stan uris #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #the losers club #hanbrough #benverly #patty uris #stanpat #fic rec #it fic recs #losers club

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18 - Billy Hargrove Version

When no one can see that she’s grown up, y/n goes to the Hawkins high boy, Billy Hargrove, for help.

*You can pretend that y/n is adopted or Hopper had a kid with another woman if you don’t look like Hopper

Billy took a deep drag from his cigarette, leaning against his deep blue Camaro and watching all the kids of Hawkins high waist their breath amongst each other.

“Y’know that shit will kill you, right?” He looked over to see Y/n Hopper, queen of Hawkins and daughter of Sheriff Jim Hopper.

Billy took a deep breath and tapped the end of his cigarette on his car, leaving a circle of ash on the blue paint. “What do you want?”

“I need your help, Billy.” He scoffed and pushed himself off the Camaro.

He snickered for a moment, lip between his teeth. “If you’re just going to waist my time, then I’ll be leaving.” He said as he went to pull the car door open.

“My dad is cop, Hargrove.” Y/n placed her hand over the door handle as she stared at him. “How do think he’ll feel when he finds out you tried to run over a couple of kids. One of them being his own step son?”

When she noticed Billy retract his hand, she pulled away and stood tall.

“Or, that you sneak girls into the public pool after hours? I don’t think that’s what your boss meant by swim lessons.”

She spoke, crossing her arms and smirking with a raised eyebrow. Billy took in a deep breath and clenched his fist.

“What do you want?” He seethed.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” She took a deep, shaking breath and shifted the books in her hands.

“And why should I do that for you? Huh?”

“Karen Wheeler ring a bell? Or how about that time you and Steve got in that fight, and your little 12 year old sister had to break it up? I can ruin your whole tough guy imagine, Hargrove.”

Billy looked pissed now, like his head was going to explode. She watched as Billy took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before swinging the driver side door open.

“Get in,” Y/n smiled to herself as she made her way around the car. Billy’s nostrils flared as he pulled out of his parking spot.

He was silent as he sped out of the schools parking lot. The two made it down the road in silence, some rock song playing quietly.

Hargrove was almost half way to the Hoppers cabin before he finally spoke up. “Why do you need me? Why not that Harrington asshole?”

“Because my dad actually likes that Harrington asshole, and having someone he likes isn’t going to work.”

“So what do you want me to do? How do I pretend to be your boyfriend?”

“Drive me around, take me on a date, anything that couples would do.” She spoke as Billy turned into the driveway.

Yeah, Billy had taken out many girls in the past, but he didn’t know how a actual relationship worked. And neither did Y/n.

The car was put into park behind Sheriff Hoppers cruiser, Billy sat in silence for a moment before turning to the sheriff’s daughter.

“I’ll pick you up at,” he glanced to his watch. “4:30 tomorrow, we can go to Star Court or something.”

The girl leaned forward in her seat, hand reaching for the door handle as she smiled. “It’s a date, Hargrove, one of many.”

Her eyes drifted to the window at the front of the cabin where her father stood. He’s always on high alert when people pulled in.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Hargrove.” She leaned over the center console and placed a kiss on Billy’s slightly stubbled cheek.

Guys you don’t get it i am so obsessed with these types of fics and now i can not get a Steve Harrington, Richie Tozier and more version’s out of my head.

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #stranger things #jim hopper #joyce x hopper #stranger things x reader #will byers #william hargrove #fake dating #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you

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anyway. baby trans richie n maggie pouring over baby name books to find his new name

#he tells everyone he named himself dick for the jokes #but the truth is that maggie picked it out... cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead and called him her little baby boy #my richie...#richie tozier #connors hcs #sorry i go insane thinking abt trans richie. especially with maggie #bc she wanted a daughter SO BAD. and she got richie #but with trans richie... she was even CLOSER to that dream of a baby girl #but it was never meant to be #and she learns to accept it bc she loves richie.....#she doesnt Understand him but she loves him all the same

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Hii! ✨ 21, she/her cisfemme looking for a particular 🕊 (and potentially 🍪) kind of plot. 18+ partners are a must for me!

I've been dying to play an older man flirting and having an affair with his daughter's best friend (M or F), OR best friend's daughter/son. there could be obvious grooming involved, or we could have the daughter make all the advancements - I am open to anything, really! I only play canon characters from a few fandoms, and would prefer my partner to play canon as well, but I'm not against discussing your OCs. ------------------The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes (maggie, beth, or rosita)

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester Sam Winchester

It:

Richie Tozier (eddie, stan, bev)

Bill Denbrough (stan)

Hannibal:

Hannibal Lecter (abigail, alana)

Will Graham (abigail, alana)

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If you think you're interested either like this post or send me a message directly! I like to brainstorm with my partner on tumblr before exchanging discords, just to see if we vibe well first.

give a like and anon will get back to you

#the walking dead roleplay #supernatural roleplay #it rp #hannibal roleplay #hannibal rp #supernatural rp #it roleplay #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #the walking dead rp #dead dove

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something med school didnt cover

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ShZwgKy by eddiekaspbrakirlsblog Eventually he was told to go and wait in one of the patient rooms and that a doctor would be along shortly. He carried Maggie over into the room, sitting her on the small medical bed. “Not long now.” He assured her. He felt guilty for bringing her out so late, but with her temperature steadily climbing he wasn’t taking risks. Richie tapped his foot impatiently, ten seconds away from going back out and actually pulling the famous card (he had visions of himself saying “do you know who I am?”) when the door opened to reveal the most gorgeous man Richie had ever seen in his life, complete in a set of light yellow hospital scrubs. Every complaint about the wait time left his head. OR dad richie fic Words: 1850, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier’s daughter Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - No Pennywise (IT), Fix It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier is a Mess, Richie Tozier Flirts, Richie Tozier is a Dork, Single Parent Richie Tozier, Mentioned Sandy, shes not an absent mother !!!!!, Medical Student Eddie Kaspbrak, he was at least, Doctor Eddie Kaspbrak, paediatrician eddie kaspbrak, make that a tag, Mentioned Myra Kaspbrak, Single Parent Eddie Kaspbrak, woah, Richie Tozier's Dad Bod, I need you guys to know it’s there, Eddie Kaspbrak Gets Divorced, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Tease, Eddie Kaspbrak Has a Crush, He is whipped, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, just he doesn’t know yet read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ShZwgKy

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it 2019 #fic rec #reddie fic red #stephen king it

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person: tell me about yourself

me: im an ENFP 2w3 sx/so 278 IEI FEVL SLUAI sang-mel, leo sun, taurus moon, scorpio rising, pisces mars, cancer venus, slytherin (secondary house hufflepuff), daughter of aphrodite, erudite, bisexual and omnisexual either genderflux or genderfluid she/they diagnosed anxiety and depression probable autism and BPD cassie howard, jackie burkhart, heather duke, and richie tozier kin

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The King - Chapter Two

The bell rings for the end of school, startling Eddie out of his daydream. He stands up a little bit slower than everyone else, grabbing his backpack.

He hates it when he realizes he's thinking about Richie. He'd much rather it be mindless. A subconscious attraction that he could ignore if he wants. But he can't ignore it. He really can't. It's becoming upsettingly clear that he's in love with him.

"Fuck." Eddie mutters, looking down as he walks out of the room.

Maybe if he just finds a girl he can fall in love with instead, everything will be okay. His mom keeps trying to push this girl on him. Hannah something. From his church. But he keeps coming up with stupid excuses. Maybe he shouldn't.

You'll really like her, Eddie. She's such a sweet girl. She's Michael's daughter. You know Michael, Eddie. You'll love her. And then you can finally date a nice girl and spend less time with that Tozier boy. You know how I feel about him, Eddie. You know I want you keeping your distance.

"Eddie?"

Richie's voice startles him out of his thoughts yet again and he looks up at him, eyes slightly wide.

"What is it?" He asks, shaking his head.

"Nothing, you just-are you okay?" Richie asks, tilting his head, hands stuffed in his pockets, glasses perched precariously on his nose.

"Yup." Eddie says, forcing a grin on his face. "Fantastic. We going to the arcade today?"

"Sure thing, Eds." Richie says, slinging an arm around his shoulder. "Just gotta wait for Stan and Bill."

"What about Bev and Ben?" Eddie asks as they walk out in front of the school.

Mike never goes with them, no matter what they say and usually Ben and Bev don't but they do sometimes.

"They're not coming." Richie says. "Said they had something to do. Stupidest excuse of my life. Oh, Stan! Stan, come here!"

Stan, who was standing a bit away, looks over at them. He chuckles softly, rolling his eyes, before he walks over.

"What is it, Richie?" Stan asks. "I was waiting for Bill."

Richie almost giggles at that. "He can come too. We're going to the arcade." He says. "Wanna come?"

"God, you are a dick, you know that?" Stan says. "No. I'm going over to Bill's house. He has to watch Georgie and he didn't want to be alone."

"Alright, guess it's just you and me, Eds." Richie says, waving to Stan before he starts to walk down the road, grabbing Eddie's arm and dragging him after him.

"I can walk myself, you know." Eddie says but he doesn't protest.

"You can but you're just so cute." Richie says, pinching his cheek. "Cute, cute, cute!"

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Don't call me that, asshole."

"I'm not an asshole for telling the truth." Richie says with a laugh as they round the corner.

For the second time that day, his mom's voice rings in his head.

You can't listen to a word that boy says. You know he's lying, Eddie. You know all his dirty little tricks. You know you can't trust them. He's just trying to brainwash you, Eddie.

Brainwash him. What bullshit. Brainwash him into what? Being gay? Well, maybe. Richie is the reason he's gay, at least in Eddie's mind. He's definitely the reason he figured it out.

Every time he tries to convince his mom that Richie is alright, a good person, his best friend, she says the same thing.

Oh, that boy. You know he's one of them, don't you, Eddie? A queer. So unnatural. Boys weren't made to be with boys like that. Absolutely disgusting. It's all fake, you know. Stupid boys making stupid choices. Sending themselves to Hell. Don't be like him, Eddie. Don't listen to a word he says.

And yet, Eddie is like him. Not that that's something he would ever admit to anyone, not even himself. But sometimes, late at night, Eddie thinks about it.

He thinks about what if he is gay? What if he did get to be with Richie like that, even if he shouldn't? He thinks about what it would be like to kiss him, to love him. And sometimes, when it's really late at night and he can't really control his thoughts anymore, he thinks about touching him.

It's wrong. He knows it's wrong. His mom is right, boys shouldn't like boys like that. But, oh. It seems so perfect. Like it's what he's been waiting for his entire life.

He told his mom once, when he was about six, that he wanted to marry Danny Zuko. It was a fleeting thought, almost a joke, but she got so mad.

Edward! Don't say things like that! You know what happens to boys who marry boys! Do you want to end up in Hell, Edward? Is that what you want? You're going to make your mommy cry, Eddie. Just go to bed.

He couldn't see why she was so upset about it. Bill talked about marrying Betty Rizzo so why couldn't he marry Danny? Why was it so different? Why did it even matter?

Because it's not right, Eddie! It's wrong! It's sick! You don't want to be sick, do you, Eddie?

And Eddie did not. He was so scared when she said that. So he forced down everything he felt for any boys. Until Richie. He can't do that with Richie. It's different. Richie is different.

"Eddie?"

Eddie jumps. "Yeah, Rich?"

"You alright?" He asks, concerned.

"Yeah." Eddie says with a smile. "Just fine."

#reddie #reddie fic #i am gay so you get this #eddie x richie #richie x eddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier

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actor au. various roles played by finley stevens ( pt. 1 )

the spirit box. virgil osborne is an ordinary man with an ordinary life. him and his ex wife share custody of their young daughter, vanessa, and it happens to be virgil’s week to look after her. the father and daughter decide to play a game of hide and seek in virgil’s new home- an old house he’d gotten for a steal, almost nothing, from his real estate agent. vanessa finds a strange wooden box in the attic, where she was hiding, and hands it off to her father to take care of. when vanessa leaves for her mother’s, virgil opens the box, and is possessed by the spirit of someone who had been trapped inside for centuries. vanessa and her mother begin to notice virgil acting strangely, and must try to figure out how to destroy the spirit within him, in order to save him, and themselves.

apex son. set in the near future, something strange is going on on planet earth, and sampson j. medina seems to be the only one to notice. it starts with strange headaches, and what he assumes are delusions. he sees his doctor and is prescribed medication after medication, but nothing seems to be working. unsettling faces and unknown beings begin to reach out to him in unknown languages, and sam begins to realize he can understand them. now too afraid to leave his house, he must keep himself safe from these things he is sure are there to hurt him. little does he know that he is one of them, and they are trying to bring him back home.

the wanderer. the knife is the glove box is for pleasure. name unknown, the wanderer travels to different towns, different cities, picks up men and women from bars, tracks down his prey, and kills them for fun. can anyone stop him? keep a watchful eye for him in the shadows- there’s nothing more deadly than a charming man.

winston. his depression gets worse the longer he is alive. and unfortunately for winston, he has burned bridges with nearly everyone who might be able to help him. it’s one night that he finds himself face to face with a drunken patron down an alley that everything changes. the screaming that is pointed at winston really pushed a button. with his dull pocket knife, he stabs the other man to death, and realizes shortly after, with blood on his hands, that he feels better. happy, even. with a smile on his face, winston continues on to kill and kill and kill, to keep him happy and keep him smiling.

hyde & jekyll. the classic tale- with a twist. hyde langford made money by participating in experiments. some safe for humans, and some not. he found that they paid more for early stages of human testing, and so the man never questioned it. this experiment-named only trial 269- would pay $5,000, and with the debt he was in with his landlord, there was really no way he could refuse. perhaps he should have known it was a bad idea when he showed up and he was the only one there, but there were dollar signs in his eyes, and no reluctance to change into a doctor’s gown and wait for the test. he doesn’t remember most of it. the experiment will come in parts, but he feels fine in the following days. one morning, however, hyde wakes up, hair still wet from a shower he doesn’t remember taking, to find bloodied and dirtied clothes left neatly in a laundry basket on top of the washer. instances like these happen over and over. hyde begins to see murders on the news, and he has dreams of himself killing people, that he now knows are a reality. hyde seeks out the lab that has done the experiment, but finds no sign they were ever there. now, hyde must fight the lust-filled, bloodthirsty alter ego threatening to take over his mind and body, before it’s too late.

it, chapter 2. richie tozier never wanted to come back to the place he had forgotten was home. and as nice as it was to see his old friends, again- the losers, that’s right; that’s what they called themselves- a sick and terrible feeling crawled up his throat. they weren’t there to reunite- they were their to fight. and richie wasn’t sure if he was ready to face his childhood nightmares.

#this is a remake of a VERY old edit #and i'm gonna make more once i think of more plots #au. actor.#horror /#blood /#flashing /#eye strain /#ask to tag /#i do be loving this tho #and yes we went meta with it

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