#anyway Mike and Ben are objectively the best losers

[gas-station-trackphone]

Not to ruin your night, but imagine how destroyed Mike is in the aftermath of it all. Losing Stan and Eddie was devastating for the rest of them, after just remembering each other again, but Mike had remembered them the whole time. For 27 years, when he wasn’t doing his research, Mike passed the time imagining the day this would all be over and he’d have his friends back. It was the only way he could bear the burden of being the watchman. He pictured the seven of them together on the other side of It, free from the cloud of Derry, and now two of his friends are dead. Mike never even got to meet Stan as an adult.

He knows what he looked like, though, the way he knew all of their faces, because he’d kept track of them. For 27 years. It was harder for some than others, but the evolution of social media made it basically a hobby instead of a job. He knew when Stan and Eddie graduated college, when they got married, when their parents died, when they got new jobs, and with every piece of their lives he could uncover on the internet or in the newspaper, he imagined getting to see them again, talk to them again, share their lives again.

And then they died, and Mike is left trying to figure out what the hell the point of it all was. He sacrificed his life for his friends only to lose them anyway, and how is he supposed to cope with that?

#justice for Mike hanlon #took some time of the It fandom to dabble in some others but I’m back babeyyyy #anyway Mike and Ben are objectively the best losers #the two men ‘name two men you would feel safe alone in an elevator with’ is based on #I’m making that its own post after this fuck it #it steven king #losers club #Mike hanlon #eddie kasprak #stanley uris

[just-jordie-things]

Hot Dream - Richie Tozier

word count: 5467 warnings: swearing, it’s not smutty but there’s like.. themes of boning ya feel summary: (y/n) has a really steamy dream... about the person she’d least expect.  And when Richie finds out it’s about him, he can’t help but tease her a bit ___

You hummed into Richie’s mouth as his hands traveled lower, just barely ghosting the curve of your ass, as his slender fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, and tracing with a feather light touch to the dip of you back.

You shivered, and instantly arched your back, pressing your chest and hips further against him.  You could feel him smirking against your lips, and he broke the kiss.

He was an excellent kisser, it was like he could anticipate your every move, and sensually kiss you in sync.  His mouth was hot against yours, the perfect contrast to his freezing fingers on your skin.

“Are my hands cold, baby?” He asked in a teasing voice before gripping your hips.

You shivered again, but you giggled as you nodded your head.

“You want me to let go then-?”

“Don’t you fucking dare” You muttered before he could take his hands off of you.

He chuckled, and fully pressed his lips against yours.

Finally, he knew how to put that mouth to good use. ___

“Wow…” Beverly monotoned.  “That’s… actually really dirty”

“I know,” (y/n) grumbled, putting her face in her hands.  “It came out of fucking nowhere”

“I can’t believe you had a hot dream about Richie”

“Please don’t talk so loud,” (y/n) muttered, eyes wandering the library to make sure no one could hear them.  “Bev, I need your help here, what am I supposed to do?”

Her dream last night had been… really good.  Really good.  But she’d never even looked at Richie that way before, so to have such a… dirty dream about him was turning her inside out.  They’d been friends forever, and she’d always liked him, as a friend, or so she thought.  But sometime in high school he shot up like a tree, and the features of his face became a little more defined, his voice deepened, and the other girls at school were starting to notice Richie Tozier’s sudden… hotness.  (y/n) wasn’t immune to it, she could see clear as day that her friend was attractive.  But she’d never really had a second thought about it until last night.

The red head giggled, shaking her head.

“I don’t know, girl.  You’re the one with a trashmouth kink,” (y/n) glared at her, while she burst into laughter.  “Maybe you have a thing for being called baby? I mean, how many times in that story-”

“Okay, I’m done, you’re no help at all”

(y/n) gathered her things from the desk and shoved them all into her backpack haphazardly.

“Alright, I’ll be serious, don’t leave,” Beverly said quickly.  “Come on, maybe it’s simple”

“What do you mean?” (y/n) sighed dreadfully.

“Maybe you just have a crush on him” She said with a shrug. ___

It had been a few days since her dream, and since telling Beverly about it.  And (y/n) was on edge.

She barely hung out with the Losers all together, not when Richie was there, anyways.  She still studied with Bill, Stan, and Eddie, and she still spent most of her free time with Beverly, but if they were doing something that Richie would be at, she made up an excuse and hid at home.

There was no way she was going to risk seeing him.  She knew that she would inevitably embarrass herself, and then he would tease her, and she just couldn’t have that.

Not to mention, for the past week she’d been dodging him in class, in the halls, at lunch, it was starting to become noticeable.

Richie would wave at her while she was at her locker, and she would turn the other way and race to class.  He’d ask to partner up for a lab and she would lie and say she already had a partner, only to do the entire project by herself.  And when he walked into the cafe for lunch, she made up an excuse about needing to study, and ate lunch alone in the halls.

And Richie was starting to catch on to her peculiar behavior.

If he couldn’t track her down to tell him what was up, he’d just have to go to the next best thing.

“Beverly,” He gave the girl a cheesy grin, and leaned up against the locker next to hers all too casually.  “How ya doing sweetheart?”

“Whatever the hell it is you want, the answer’s no” The red head told him, not even looking in his direction as she grabbed her books.  

“I’m not up to anything,” Richie said, putting his hands up innocently.  “Promise”

“Right,” She mumbled back.  “What is it then?”

“You’re (y/n’s) best friend, right?” He asked, and she nodded her head, but gave him a confused look.

“Why?”

“Because, she’s been ditching me all week and I want you to tell me why”

“Sounds like that’s you business with her, not me,” Beverly said with a smirk.  “Just man up and ask her yourself”

“See, I would, but you must’ve missed the part where I said she won’t talk to me,” He said, voice thick with sarcasm.  “So could you help a buddy out and just spill? Because I know she’s told you why-”

“I’m not gonna gossip about my best girl to you,” Beverly told him, shutting her locker and narrowing her eyes at the boy.  “Why don’t you just figure it out and talk to her,” A knowing smirk tugged on her lips.  “I’m sure that’ll go over well”

Richie’s brows furrowed as she licked her lips and walked away.

What the fuck does that mean?

Maybe he’d have to try the next best thing. ___

“O-oh, yeah, she’s r-really ignoring you” Bill said with a chuckle.

He’d decided that if he couldn’t get the information out of who (y/n) spills to, he’d get it out of who Beverly spills to.  And sure enough, Bill knew what was up.

“I know that, what I wanna know is why the fuck she is!” Richie shouted, making heads turn as the other students in study hall glared at him for his loud mouth.

“More like w-what you d-didn’t do” Bill snickered, only furthering Richie’s confusion.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It m-means,” Bill leaned closer to speak quietly to his friend.  “(y/n) h-had a dream a-about you”

“So?” RIchie asked, still at full volume.  “That’s not that fuckin weird, and it’s definitely not an excuse to ignore me-”

“A hot dream” Bill clarified, voice void of his usual stutter.

For once, Richie was speechless, and Bill was laughing as he went back to doing his homework.

Well, that was certainly an interesting piece of news. ___

(y/n) had been minding her own business in the school’s library, copying the chem notes that she was lucky enough to get from Ben since she’d started skipping the class entirely.  It was just too risky.  It felt like Richie was always looking her way trying to get her attention, and it was distracting.

She didn’t like skipping classes, it made her uncomfortable, and she really didn’t want to get detention, but maybe detention was the lesser of two evils here.

Bill Denbrough wandered up to her, and took a seat across from her.

“Hey,” He greeted, with his always-so-pleasant smile.  She smiled back, silent as she went back to her notebook.  “S-so some of us are g-gonna go to the arcade.  F-for food and games a-and stuff”

“Sounds fun,” She hummed, setting down her pen.  “Who’s going?”

He knew she was going to ask that.  

“M-me, Bev, and M-Mike,” He said.  “M-maybe Eddie t-too.  He’s n-not sure yet.  B-but Ben had a l-lot of homework, St-Stan’s grounded and Richie said h-he wasn’t up f-for it”

“Okay,” (y/n) shrugged.  “When should I head over?”

“Seven-ish, w-we’re waiting until Mike’s done with his s-schoolwork”

(y/n) gave a half smile, feeling bad that Mike was always doing schoolwork.  Being homeschooled and having to work on his grandfather’s farm was hard on him.  But at least he could hang out with them tonight.

“Sounds good, see you then” ___

Bill Denbrough was a no-good-mother-fucking-liar and (y/n) had never wanted to hurt the sweet boy before but dear god she wanted to hit him with a car right now.

When she walked into the arcade, there, sat at the table, were her friends.  Bill, Beverly, and Mike, as promised.

And then there was Richie fucking Tozier.

He looked up at her as she approached the table, a smirk on his face.  As though even he knew he wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Finally! You made it!” Beverly said excitedly, and gestured for her to sit.

But both sides of the booth were full.  Bill and Bev on one side, and Richie and Mike on the other.

“I’ll grab a chair-”

“Nonsense, you can sit with me” Richie spoke, and the next thing she knew he was tugging her to sit next to him.

She was pressed up against him completely, and his arm was wrapped around behind her to keep her from falling off the seat.  Before she could object and go find a chair to pull up to the table, Mike went back to talking about something that happened on the farm.

(y/n) tried to listen, she did, but it was hard when Richie consumed every single one of her senses.  From the way he held her tightly against his side, to the smirk on his lips every time he looked down at her, and fuck he smelled good.

She kept herself occupied by stealing cheese fries off the large plate on the table, and doing her best to listen to what Mike was saying.

She made it about ten minutes before Richie was pestering her again.  His fingers were tapping on her shoulder.  It was just a little beat at first, and then it was a constant tap, and now he was rubbing circles.  She thought it was just him being his usual nonstop-moving self.

It was driving her crazy, and she shifted in her seat, trying to put a little distance between their bodies.  Not that it was possible without falling out of the booth.

Richie’s arm dropped to wrap around her waist, his hand firmly holding onto her.  He lowered his head so that when he murmured only she could hear.

“Something wrong, baby?”

He said it so casually, in a voice so low that a shiver went down her spine, and he smirked when he noticed.

(y/n’s) eyes shot up to look at him, taken aback from the pet name.  Richie never called her that.  It was always toots, or hotstuff, or sugar.  The only time she’d ever heard him call her baby was in….

Her eyes widened.

“N-no” She stammered back, and his smirk only widened.

“You sure? You look kind of pale”

She swallowed and nodded.  Her voice was untrustworthy.

In fact, she didn’t talk much the rest of the time they were eating.  And everyone noticed.

Except Mike, who wasn’t in on the gossip to know what was going on.  As far as he knew, Richie was just being his weird teasing self as usual.  Nothing to even question.

He didn’t notice Beverly’s knowing grin, and Bill’s eyes constantly wandering between the cuddled up pair.  Hell, Mike was sat right next to Richie, and still couldn’t see the drastic change in his  and (y/n’s) demeanor.

It made for an amusing evening for Richie Beverly and Bill.  (y/n)... not exactly.

When Bill suggested they play games, she practically leapt out of the seat, shoving Richie’s hand off of her and making her way to the arcade as quickly as possible.

“You’re stupid” Beverly said to Richie discreetly with a shake of her head.

“Y-yeah, what are y-you trying to d-do, seduce h-her?” Bill asked.

Richie just rolled his eyes, shaking his head and standing to follow after (y/n).

“Wait, what?” Mike asked, looking at the remaining two friends.  “Does Richie have a crush on (y/n)?”

Bill and Beverly burst into giggles, only furthering Mike’s confusion.

“Does everyone know something I don’t?”

“Yep,” Beverly said, popping her lips.  “Richie’s just messing with her cause she had a sexy dream about him”

Mike’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his jaw dropped open.  He looked more shocked than Richie had when he’d found out.  

“Are you serious?”

The others just laughed at him, and made their way off to play games, despite Mike’s begging for more answers.

Richie was talking to (y/n), as expected.  She was at the change machine, trying to get her dollar smooth enough that it would read it, while he leaned over her and tried to convince her to play Street Fighter with him.

“I have a high score to beat” She muttered back, intently focused on rubbing the dollar over the side of the machine to smooth out it’s wrinkles.

“Oh really?” He chuckled, and she nodded her head.  “I don’t believe you”

She glanced over at him, only intending to do so for a second, but his eyes were so concentrated on her that it was hard to look away once they met.  His brows were furrowed a bit, as if he were studying her.

“Fine” She mumbled, licking her lips which suddenly felt very dry, and finally slid her dollar into the machine.

Richie grinned, clapping his hands once, very loudly, enough that she jumped a bit.

“Excellent” He said, and leaned in to kiss her cheek, and squeeze her hip.

She practically whirled around when he pulled away, watching him confusedly.

“I’ll go save the machine, baby” He said, and headed off without another word.

She grabbed her change from the machine, and then stormed over to where Beverly and Mike were playing skee-ball.

“You told!” She hissed at the red head.

“What?”

“You told-” Her eyes wandered to Mike, but then shook her head as if to say fuck it, and continued on anyways.  “You told Richie that I had a dream about him!” Her hushed scream was embarrassed, but the blush on her face already told her that.

Mike began to laugh, while Beverly shook her head.

“No I didn’t.  I mean… I didn’t tell Richie…”

“What?” (y/n) squeaked.  “Who did you tell then?”

Beverly winced, and glanced over to Bill where he was playing Pac-Man.

“Bill?” (y/n) groaned.  “That’s just as fucking bad! He’s Richie’s best friend-”

“So?”

“So,” (y/n) stressed the word.  “He probably told Richie”

“So?” Bev repeated.  “Is that so bad?”

(y/n) blinked, and that was enough of an answer.

“Come on.  He’s been flirting with you all year, and he’s been all over you tonight.  You’re loving it”

“I’m not”

“Well I didn’t exactly see you pushing him away,” Beverly said with a smirk.  “(y/n/n), I know you, and I love you.  If you didn’t want his hands on you then you would’ve punched him in the face-”

“Okay okayokayokay” (y/n) shut her eyes and shook her head before Beverly could say anything else that would embarrass her.

“Just go bang one out” Mike said simply.

(y/n) sputtered, and she swore she could’ve died right there.  Right on the skee-ball ramp.  It was a pitiful way to go, sure, but at least she’d get out of this conversation.

Beverly was giggling, but only because it was strange to hear Mike say something so… vulgar.  

“Go on.  We’ll leave you alone,” She told her friend, pushing her slightly towards the Street Fighter machine.  “And have fun” She murmured in a low voice, giving (y/n) a wink before going back to skee-ball.

As (y/n) made her way back to Richie, she mulled over her options.

Beverly… wasn’t wrong.  She did like the attention, the touching, the pet name… she got a little lost in thought as she recalled the events of her dream and what happened at the table.

Richie did have a nice looking face… and… body…

“What took you so fucking long?”

Her brows drew together as she stared at the boy for a moment.

She wondered if he was as good of a kisser as she’d dreamed him up to be.  And she certainly would like to find out.  But she wasn’t 100% sure that he even knew about it.  He might’ve just been messing with her just for the sake of it.

“I was talking to Bev,” Her answer was delayed, and she shrugged a shoulder.  “You didn’t have to wait up for me”

“Had to make sure some punk kid wouldn’t hog the game,” Richie said, putting his quarter in.  “That one over there was eyeing it for a while”

(y/n) slid her quarter into the slot before glancing over to where he gestured.

“Richie,” She giggled, “That kid looks like he’s six years old-”

“Yeah, a six year old that’s gonna try and beat my score” He said, looking over at her seriously, except for the smile on his face.

He was very close, the game wasn’t that big so they were already standing side by side to play together.

She quickly and bashfully turned her head away, picking her character on the screen.

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or are you going to choose your fighter?” She asked, and it took every ounce of confidence in her to glance up at him, raising a brow.

He smirked at her, before turning his attention to the game, and choosing his fighter.

The first round was over fast, because (y/n) had started it early and beat him quicker than he’d ever been beaten before.  He called her a cheater, but she told him she was just practicing her trade.

“Your trade?” Richie repeated.  “This is my game”

“Maybe not anymore” She said playfully with a shrug, and landed a few punches on his character.  

Richie just laughed, and beat her in seconds.  He let out a victorious laugh, and she narrowed her eyes at him.  He returned the look, and then continued on to round three.

“Want to put a little wager on this one?” He asked, in a tone that made goosebumps crawl over her skin.  “Since we’re tied”

“What kind of wager?” She asked, and then cursed when her fighter got knocked down.

“Like… if you win, I’ll do your chem homework for a week” He suggested.

“And if you win?” She asked.

“Then you have to fess up to why you’ve been dodging me all week”

(y/n) thought for a moment, losing her focus on the game as she weighed her options.

“Do my homework for two weeks” She bargained.

“Fine,” Richie shrugged.  “You’ve got a deal, baby”

And there was that word again.  And made her stomach drop and her heart beat a little harder in her chest.

She had to win this round.  There was no way she could look Richie in the eyes and lie to him without him catching her, and there was definitely no way she could tell him about-

Oh no.

The machine made a little depressing tune as her character was knocked out, and Richie beat her.

Oh no.  No no no no no.

“I win” He said, like she didn’t already know, and give her a big grin.

She stared at the screen a minute longer, in denial that she’d really lost that fast.  And when it faded to black, and then to the Start Game page, she knew her fate was sealed.  When she looked up at Richie, he was still grinning, and tugged on her arm so she’d walk with him.

“Come on, I’ll beat you at skee-ball too”

She was grateful that he at least didn’t cash in on what she owed him right away.  But maybe if he already knew the reason, then he was smart enough not to ask her about it while they were still in public.

She tried to calm her nerves, even her breathing and ignore the rapid beating of her heart while they played their next game.  But she was so goddamn anxious that she was failing to get any of the balls into the rings, and they all slid up the ramp and into the pit.

“(y/n), I don’t mean to be cruel,” Richie spoke when he finished his game next to her, because he’d actually played it.  “But you really suck at this”

She laughed shyly, shaking her head and picking up her fourth skee-ball.  He could see her hands were shaking as she rolled it up the ramp and it plopped right into the pit again.

“Alright, this is pitiful, you’re breaking my heart” Richie chuckled, and walked over to help her out.

He came to stand right behind her, close enough that she could feel his chest against her back.

“Alright, first of all, take a deep breath,” He said into her ear.  His hands smoothed down her arms slowly, calming her a little bit.  “Why are you so tense, baby?” His voice dropped to a whisper.

She almost pushed him away, starting to feel too hot.  But she liked his closeness too much to shove him off, so she didn’t say anything.

“It’s not that hard,” Richie said, grabbing her next ball, and placing it in her hand.  “You’re just not swinging hard enough, and your release is too early”

He could see her swallow while he whispered the instructions into her ear.

“Got it?” He hummed, and she nodded.

One of his hands slid around her waist, the other taking her wrist and swinging with her so it would roll up the ramp, and into the ring.  300 points wasn’t all that much considering the high score was 10,000, but it was her first win, so she cheered quietly anyways.

Richie found it adorable, and then they went through the motions again, until she was out of balls, and actually had some points.

She turned around in his arms, a proud smile on her face that softened when she looked up at him.

As soon as her eyes met his, she lost any sense of what she was going to say, and she was just standing there, staring at him, silently.

(minus her heart, which she was so certain was going to burst out of her chest any minute now)

Her eyes wandered down to his lips, and she subconsciously set her hands on his arms for support.  He was still loosely holding her waist, and just watching her with amusement while she debated kissing him right now.

Richie could almost see the gears in her head turning as she thought about it.

And suddenly, she cleared her throat, and side stepped out of his hold.

“I’m gonna- um- go buy a uh… a soda.  Yeah, a soda” She coughed and walked off before he could have the chance to say anything.

She made a bee-line for the counter, grabbing Beverly by the arm on her way, and making her walk with her.

“Woah, slow down,” Beverly said, stalling in her steps so they could walk at a normal pace.  “Are you freaking out again?”

“Yes, I am clearly freaking out again!” (y/n) seethed.  “Help me Bev, I need your help” She added in a quieter whiny voice.

“I don’t understand why this is so hard for you,” Beverly said, rubbing her friend’s back as they walked up to the concessions counter.  “You like him, he’s clearly showing an interest in you, it’s not rocket science”

“But I- I don’t know if I like him like that” (y/n) whispered.

“You want to bone him?” Beverly asked, with no care for the volume of her voice.p

(y/n) shrugged as she thought about it, but ultimately nodded her head.

“Yeah I- I guess-”

“No, sweetheart, you already know,” Beverly said with a small giggle.  “And… you enjoy his company?”

“Yeah, I always have”

“And you think he’s nice? And funny?”

“Of course-”

“You like him” Beverly told her nonchalantly.

“But I-”

“If you think he’s genuinely funny, then honey, you’re already in deep for him,” Beverly said genuinely.  “Besides.  You check him out a lot.  I’ve seen it”

“I do not…” (y/n) tried to deny, but as she thought about it… “Oh my god I do…”

The red head laughed again while (y/n) paid for her drink in a trance.

“You do,” She confirmed.  “So stop stalling and just go get it fucking over with!” Beverly said, and took off to play games with Mike and Bill.

(y/n) sighed, being left alone at the counter.

Her eyes caught Richie’s, while he was talking to Bill.  He smirked at her for a minute before saying something to Bill, and walking up to her.

“Better?” He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he eyed the drink in her hands.  “You took off real fast there”

“I- was really thirsty” She answered lamely.  But it amused Richie, because he let out a laugh and his smirk was back on his face.

“Right,” He hummed.  “So you weren’t just avoiding me again?”

She could feel her face and neck go hot as she shook her head.

“Well good,” His smirk turned into a smile.  “I don’t like when you do that”

Her brow furrowed, and her head tilted to the side.

“Richie, I didn’t mean to…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say that wouldn’t make her embarrassment flare up.  “I was only…”

“What?” He mused, patiently but eagerly waiting for her answer.

Her mouth opened, but his eyes were staring so intensely into hers that she got nervous again and shook her head.

“Nothing,” She sighed helplessly.  “It’s nothing”

Richie hummed, and then he smacked his lips and looked around.

“I need a smoke,” He told her.  “When you’re ready, you know where I’ll be”

He raised his brows for a moment, and then left the arcade.

(y/n) sighed, watching him leave.

She couldn’t believe that this was so hard for her.  But the embarrassment kept weight down on her shoulders and confusing her.  She didn’t know what she wanted to do.

What she did know, was that she really wanted Richie.

So she gathered what little courage she had, and followed him outside.

The smoking area was really just an alley between the arcade and the bar, with a large trash can topped with an ashtray.  At least her and Richie were the only ones out there, so she didn’t have to make a fool of herself in front of an audience.

Richie had just pulled out his cigarette, and almost lit it when she came out the door.  He was surprised she’d come so soon, or at all really.  He thought maybe she’d sneak out and go home, and avoid him the rest of their lives, but here she was.

“I was embarrassed,” She announced, and took a deep breath right away.  “That’s why I was avoiding you, I’m sorry”

Richie smirked, and stuck his cigarette back into the box.

“Apology accepted,” He told her, and walked up to her, until her back hit the brick wall of the bar next door.  

Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned ever so closer, towering over her with that dumb smirk still on his lips.  Her eyes flickered between his quickly.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” She stammered.

“Just waiting for you to tell me the rest, baby,” Richie said expectantly.  “You know, the good parts”

“The good parts?” She repeated, breathless from her shallow breathing.

“Yeah,” He said.  “The part about you having a dream about me, you know, the one that sounded really hot?”

“I- I don’t-”

“Bill already told me,” Richie said before she could make an excuse to get out of it.  “So which is it, was I so good that you were too nervous to look at me, or were you just scared that it wouldn’t live up to your expectations?”

“Richie,” (y/n) breathed, and her eyes fell shut so that she didn’t have to look at his taunting face anymore.  “I-”

“Listen,” He murmured, and leaned in closer until his lips brushed the shell of her ear.  “I promise I won’t disappoint, baby,”

She let out a sigh, despite trying to hold it back.

“You’ve got a bit of a kink for that don’t you?” He teased, pulling back just enough to look at her.  She was biting down on her lip, and he could see her chest moving with every deep breath she took.  “That’s kinda hot”

One of his hands held tightly onto her waist, while the other trailed up her arm, over her shoulder, and then slid behind her neck.

“Richie-” She mumbled, her nerves choking her up again.

“Tell me to stop,” He said softly, in the sweetest tone of voice she’d heard from him all night.  “And I will”

She swallowed thickly, and then gently shook her head.

“Please don’t” She whispered back, a small smile playing on her lips.

And that was all he needed to hear before crashing his lips down against hers so hard that she was shoved back into the wall.

(y/n) wasted no time in throwing her arms around his neck to pull him closer, hungrily kissing him back, like it was the end of the world and this was her only chance.  Her hands cupped his face, and then dove into his hair, and then held tightly to his shoulders- she couldn’t stop touching him.

This was hardly her first time making out with someone- but it was certainly the first time where she felt like she just couldn’t get enough.

Without warning, his hands reached down to wrap under her thighs, and without breaking their lips he managed to lift her right up and shove her right into the wall again.  She gasped at the impact, and Richie only took it as an invitation to shove his tongue haphazardly into her mouth.

They slowed down at their tongues tangled and he leisurely explored her mouth, and then did it again, as though mapping it to memory.

When his lips trailed along her jaw, leaving short wet kisses over every inch of skin he passed, (y/n’s) eyes fluttered open, looking up at the stars while he was busy marking her neck.  Sucking and nipping at her sensitive skin and eliciting delightful little whimpers.

He smirked against her neck, and pulled away to look at her.

She was a mess, a hot mess if he did say so himself.  Her hair in tangles and pushed all over the place, her lips swollen and eyes half lidded with lust as she looked back at him.

He set her down, but still held tightly to her hips so her legs wouldn’t buckle underneath her.  She staggered only for a moment before he caught her balance.

“Why’d you stop?” She mumbled, already pulling his lips towards hers.

He had to chuckle at her desperation, but he only gave her a short kiss.

“I had to look at you,” He told her when he pulled back much too soon for her liking.  “Baby” He added, almost as an afterthought.

“You’re going to have to stop calling me that in front of our friends” She told him seriously, but her volume was low, almost a whisper.

“Why’s that?” Richie asked playfully, pushing her strands of hair out of her face and behind her ear.

“Because I’m gonna want to kiss your face everytime you do it”

He smirked at her, and she reached up to kiss him quickly.

“Why not, then?” He mused, and she pulled back, brow furrowing.

“Because…” She said slowly.  “I don’t think our friends would like that we’re… um…” She licked her lips as she tried to find the right words.

“You don’t think our friends would like you to be my girlfriend?”

“G-girlfriend?” (y/n) choked on the word, and Richie laughed softly.

She hadn’t thought that this was heading that way at all.

“Y-you want me to be your girlfriend?” She asked quietly.  “You don’t just wanna… like… mess around?”

“I don’t see why we can’t do both, that sounds pretty fucking good to me,” Richie said with a lazy sort of grin.  “What do you think?”

She smiled back at him, nodding excitedly as her hands reached up to lay across his cheekbones.

“Yeah?” He asked, and she kept nodding.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds good,” She hummed.  “Really good” She added before pulling him in and kissing him patiently.

“So,” Richie sighed, “What else happened in this dream of yours?”

It was finally her turn to smirk at him.

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xoxo ~ jordie

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in the afterlife part two

Summary: can you do a part 2 to the “in the after life” where the reader wakes up after the neibolt’s destroyed and realizes that either she’s back where she died and gets a second chance at life, or that she wakes up outside the house and spend the rest of her life with the losers club?

God himself must be having a field day laughing at you and all the life decision you made to get to this point. The air surrounding you is so dark and impenetrable it’s almost tangible, eluding you to think you might be in heaven or hell. Then your leg kicks out and rams a broken piece of glass in the flesh, twinging an electrifying pain stab conjugated in the back of your mind, and you think assimilate, oh, it’s been a while since I felt that. You’re obviously not an expert in heaven or hell matters, but you do have enough presence of a mind to understand that pain is not something that supposed to be felt in the afterlife. Not dead in that case.

A dust particle flows in your throat, irritating it so hard you undergo a massive coughing spree to get rid of it. In turn, you bring your hand up to cover up your mouth and knock free a rooftop plate, the tiniest sliver of light worming through the opening.  You stare at the back of your hand integrating the way it looks clearer somehow, more then it did while inside Neibolt, and then mind reelingly come to the conclusion that you just pushed something away. You touched something, and discerned the material of said thing under you hands, and not ghosted through.

Your throat bobs, putting a lid on your enthusiasm because you don’t want to get let down when the inevitable punchline tales. With a firm shove, something else topples over and the sunlight from outside illuminates your face. It’s warm and the sun burns a streak on your face, but the outside air is so fresh and crisp you can’t even focus on that, to busy holding back tears. Sitting up proves to be an effort, but you manage, albeit with a small huff, and then you’re seated on the runes of the old house that held you captive for twenty seven years.

The details surrounding this are a little hazy, worn down by the incredible and emotionally draining changes taking place, but you can see the boy, Bill, and his friends of misfits clear as day, better friend than you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

A car zoofs by, and the drives, on older male, leans in their seat to stare at you for as long as they can, judging you, but never slowing down or stopping to offer up any kind of help. The man disposed of a can of soda out his window, ricocheting against the pathway and luring your attention there.

It looks appealing, but a snide of apprehensiveness holds you back. You’ve tried to leave the house multiple times, but each time had ended with a hand grissing your leg and prise you back inside like you weight nothing, Pennywise savoring the wails of despair.

But you’d never been able to flick anything before either, and with Pennywise dead, who knew the possibilities that laid ahead of you?

Hesitantly, the tips of your toes cross the curb, your breath lodging in your throat as anxiousness compels you to step back equally as hurried. No hand grasps you back into the house, not that there is one to go back to, and no pain shocks prickle every nerve in your body, so you try again, propping your whole foot across this time. A halted breath releases at the painless sensations swooping your body, and gathering all courage, your swing your body to the other side.

You let out a punched out laugh, giddy that you’re no longer bound, hysterically laughing because if you don’t you’ll start crying. ‘I’m free.’

When the adrenaline and the utter amazements wears off, you’re left standing in front of a collapsed, the house no longer of any value to you but a place you’ll avoid for the rest of your days. You have no idea what to do next, it’s been twenty-seven years, you can’t out of bleu show up at your parents doorstep, if they even still live there, how would you explain where you’ve been for so long? And the lack of passing time?

No matter the answer to that question, you decide to set track to your old home regardless, the sight of the silhouette will be enough.

You’re walking with a noticeable limp, tracking the leg the glass stabbed you with behind like a cripple, and your clothes are covered in rubbish and are outdated, yet no one in Derry regards you twice, just turn up their nose when you pass them on the streets.

‘Fuck this town, and fuck these miserable people.’

The cursing of the town works you up so bad you’re lost in engulfing yourself in the new things renovating Derry, an arcade coating the old skaters rink you abolished every day, and mister Keens pharmacy updated with a new layer of white paint. Your own home, close to the pharmacy, is one of the many buildings renewed, so completely unrecognizable you doubt for a second if this truly is the house you grew up in.

‘Hey? A-a-aren’t you the girl f-f-from Its layer?’ Bill’s sauntering on the street, trailing his bike with him but not riding it, staring at you from afar. He’s cleaned up, washed away the grime from the sewer water and the red around his eyes has faded away, but it’s definitely the leader of the losers club. Bill speaks softly, as to not attract any more attention than necessary, which is stupid, since no one in Derry cares for anything but themselves.

‘I- yeah I am, my names Y/N, by the way,’ you walk on over to him, nodding your head and coming ot a stop a few feet from him.

‘H-h-how did you get here?’

‘I don’t know, I guess when’, a person passes and you fall silent, starting back up when she’s gone. ‘When Pennywise died I got set free.’

‘You’re h-h-hurt’, Bill observes, glancing at the injure you obtained. Strangely, you’re not bothered by it at all, you like the sting of it, proving that you can actually feel things again now.  

‘If you w-w-want, you can come with me to our c-c-clubhouse? My friends are on their way and they’ll h-h-help us.’

Your house being demolished carves room for a nagging feeling, a feeling that tells you don’t belong anywhere anymore, and you have many places to be now anyway, so you agree. Hopping on the carrier of Bills bike, you swoop your legs up and enjoy the inkling of movement ripped away from all those years for a stupid mistake you made.

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The clubhouse is bigger than you imagined, and is filled with life. The others haven’t arrived yet, but based on the poster and gadgets scattered all over the place, it’s obvious they have a lot of personality to share.

You meddle with everything, savoring the textures of different objects and in turn accidently knocking some things over. You smile sheepishly at Bill as an apology, but he doesn’t respond and simply watches you as you go on. At one point, a splinter sticks in your thumb, and like a toddler you show it to him.

The latch unlocks and the other losers all stream in to take their place in the cottage, halting as they spot you.

‘Holy shit,’ Richie, Bill told you all their names before they arrived, says fidgeting with his glasses.  

‘I f-f-found her on t-t-the streets w-w-wondering around, she n-n-needs our h-h-help.’ What their leader proclaims is what happens, and they all scramble to help you as fast as possible.

Eddie disinfects your wounds, Ben, Mike and Stan go digging for books on the subject matter, Bill and Richie distracts you from the ache, and Beverly retrieves clothes that allow you to blend in perfectly.

They’re all very sweet and considerate, attending to you and being friendly while they’re at it, kinder than your best friends at the time had been towards you.

‘You got a second chance in life, it’s a miracle’, Mike concludes after the last book on his stack in cleared.

‘That’s really cool actually. What do you plan on doing with your new found freedom?’

And endless sea of possibilities with waves drowning you and fluctuating you up awaits in the unknow stage of life, but it’s intimidating to start that life with no one behind your back to support you.

‘I don’t know yet. I had a plan before I died but I’m not sure I’m going to pursue that now. In all honesty I have no idea what to do.’

‘Here’s a glorious idea from the smartest kid in the room, your height is the same as ours, you could totally fucking pass as a twelve year old.’

Eddie snorts, the fizz bubbling out his nose, all the while shrieking.

‘Hey, come to think of it, maybe you and Eds should pretend to be siblings, you’re both small for your ages.’

Eddie’s laughter dies out in hurdles, and when he’s done he raises and eyebrow to dare Richie to say anything else. ‘That’s not fucking funny.’

‘You were laughing before though’, Richie proudly answers, his smile positively beaming.

‘I can’t be a twelve year old. I flat out refuse to go through high school again, no thank you’, you shiver, the memories of highs school horrific.’

‘J-j-just stay h-h-here until you f-f-figure it o-o-out then.’

‘Finally, a true genius talking.’ Richie flips Stan off at his words, sticking out his tongue for good measure.

‘Really? You would let me do that?’

‘Well, us losers got to stick together.’

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This was difficult cause WOW amazing film choices, I’d love any of the losers in the beginning scene of Cabin in the Woods? Like when they’re getting ready to leave, probably Richie as Marty the stoner and Eddie as Dana who doesn’t realize he’s having a full conversation without pants on, Beverly as Jules who just dyed her hair blonde, Ben as Curt who has to point out the pants, & Mike as Holden the hot new guy in the group?

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This was going to be a great weekend! Eddie couldn’t remember the last time the Losers club hung out. Funny, it was strange how he didn’t remember who Ben was for a moment. Why weren’t they spending much time together ever since high school started? 

Putting that worry aside, Eddie was busy getting dressed, packing all the suitcases that he needed. He was so happy to meet at Ben’s house. If his mother found out where he was really going and who he’d be with then he’d spend the rest of the weekend locked in his room. Nothing new.

Something fell out from between the pages of one of his school textbooks. Shocked, grabbing it, Eddie looked at the drawing he made of his history teacher.  

“What a piece of shit,” a familiar girl’s voice gawked over his shoulder.

“I was in a hurry!” Eddie yelled, slamming the drawing back between the pages. He scrambled for his inhaler on the table and took a puff. His heart was already racing enough. Thank God, it was not Richie. Oh, if anybody found out about his affection for his teacher then they were going to believe he was some kind of psycho.

Beverly giggled. She missed this. It had been a while since she last met up with her best friends. Just like Eddie, she couldn’t make out Bill’s voice over the phone when he called to invite her. And she almost forgot about living in Derry before moving. 

“You know what I mean. Do you hate that teacher? I always draw out the teachers that I don’t like and stick them on the dartboard.”

Eddie groaned, his cheeks growing hot. “Um, no, you see, I drew it-” He paused when he took a look at his friend’s hair. She was no longer his ginger-haired friend. Beverly was his blonde friend! “Holy shit, your hair!”

“Very fabulous, no?” Beverly asked, showing off her short locks like a model.

“I can't believe you did it!” Eddie exclaimed.  

“But it’s nice, right?” Beverly asked, growing nervous. Even she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go through with the change. The other girls at school all had blonde hair. She was always an outsider among them. “Could you please say something because I’m starting to get insecure about it and - “

“Oh God, no, it's awesome,” Eddie relaxed her, touching Beverly’s shoulder. “It looks good, really. I never thought you’d change your hair.”

“It was an impulse,” Beverly shrugged, trying to get off the subject. “I woke up one morning and thought it would be a good idea. Besides, we all need a change now and then, right?”

“Bill will like it,” Eddie remarked. He knew that he had feelings for Beverly in the time when they hung out together. Bill could never stop staring at her when they were together.

Beverly snickered, “That is if he’ll notice. Ben will probably notice it before Bill,” she remarked. And then she pointed to the picture that Eddie was holding. “You should get rid of that.”

Eddie looked at the textbook in his hand. Wait, which did she mean? The drawing inside or the textbook itself. “Huh?” he tried to act dumb.

Shaking her head, and smiling again, Beverly walked over to him and pointed at his chest. “Right, Eddie Kaspbrak, Homewrecker. Please. Do you know who you are going to hook up with this weekend? A boy your age with thick glasses.

Again, Eddie’s cheeks flushed. How did she know these things? “God, that's the last thing... if you treat this like a set-up I'm gonna have no fun at all!”

Beverly set up one of Eddie’s suitcases on the bed. He had two which took up most of the floor in the room. Funnily enough, she only packed one. “I'm not pushing you to do anything. But we're not packing this!” she indicated to the textbook. 

“This means we definitely won't have room for this,” she said as she took out the drawing from Eddie and dropping it to the floor. As Eddie went after it, he heard a ‘tsk’ noise. When he looked back up, Beverly was holding two of his school textbooks. 

“Oh come on, what if I'm bored?” Eddie argued. “And my mom wants me to study!”

“‘Soviet Economic Structures’? ‘The Aftermath of the Cultural.’” She made a gagging face. “No! We have a lake! Kegl We are the Losers on the verge of wild -- Look at my hair, man!”

She did make a fair point. “It’s great...”

Just then Ben burst into the room with a football. Bill was right behind, crashing into the door as he slid into it. He was a clutz, that was for sure. Accompanying them was Stanley who was not happy about their antics. 

“Think fast! And a going Mike Hanlon who is in the outfield, or in this case, the streets!” Ben dramatized as if he were one of those football announcers. 

 “That's a letterman jacket he's wearing and yes, that's a football he's throwing right at the girls.” Bill included in the dramatization as he swiveled around Eddie’s luggage. 

He and Bill practically tore about the room, running around and knocking objects over. Beverly had no idea that they became interested in football. Especially Ben. Was he losing weight?

“Would you guys stop?” Eddie asked of them, almost jumping on his desk when Bill ran by him.

“Please, you are going to break something if you are not careful!” Stanley shouted, keeping a safe distance at the door. 

“Well, faster than that...” Bill commented, Stanley’s words going in one ear and out the other. 

“Ben!” Somebody called from out the window. Eddie glanced out the window to see Mike. It had been a long time since he saw him. Bill threw the football out the window. Jumping into the air, Mike caught it. Lucky for him, a car stopped just in time when he hopped into the street. The driver was not happy with him.

“Sorry. Sorry,” he excused himself, letting the car drive on. That was an unsafe choice for him to make in the first place. He was just so ecstatic to spend the weekend with his friends. So, he went over the curbside and waited for his friends. 

“Are you guys insane?” Stanley asked them, clashing at his hair. He looked like he was going to burst an artery. 

Understanding the circumstances, Ben nodded. “Sorry, Stan.”

Finally, Bill noticed Beverly for the first time. He froze, staring at her. What a terrible time for his mouth to dry up. “Beverly.”

She smiled. “Hi, Bill.”

“Wow, look at your hair!” Ben remarked. He never thought that Beverly would do something like this. Her ginger hair was lovely. But it was so nice to see her again.

“See, I told you that Ben would be the first to notice,” Beverly elbowed Eddie.

“N-No, I d-did notice! I uh...” Oh great, the stutter was back, too. “It’s really great to see you.”

Beverly smiled at her friends, but her heart fell. At that moment she felt how unnecessary the blonde hair was. They always accepted her for who she was. “It’s great to be back. Now let’s get this weekend started!” she ecstatically threw her arms into the air. 

“I never knew you were the type to actually take textbooks home,” Ben innocently joked. He hoped that it wouldn’t insult Beverly. When they did go to school together she was hardly ever in class. She never had the homework and quipped to the teacher that she didn’t take the textbook home with her for assignments. 

Eddie took the textbook back from Beverly. “There’s nothing wrong about taking a textbook on the trip,” Stanley commented. And then he was the one to get a look from everybody. 

“Seriously? Professor Bennett covers this whole book in his lectures. Read the Gurovsky; it's way more interesting and Bennett doesn't know it by heart so he'll think you're insightful.” Bill explained. Beverly glanced his way. Did Bill actually learn some poetic terms while she was away?

“We’d better get going,” Stanley told them, leaving the room. “Where is Richie anyway? He said that he’d be here by now!”

Eddie got all his belongings together. Richie. He was spending the weekend with Richie. They hadn’t done that in a long time. 

Before he left the room, Ben nudged him. “You have no pants.” Gasping, Eddie scrambled to get pants. He was really standing here in his underwear the whole time? Taking a puff from his inhaler, he had to relax. This was going to be a fun weekend.

“Mike! Crazy mad skills of catching!” Bill told Mike once they were outside. They gave each other a high five.

“You laid it in my hands, I did but hold them out,” Mike commented. 

“Hey, Mike! How is it going?” Beverly greeted her friend with a hug. 

“I’m great. It’s nice to see you, Bev. Wow, look at your hair,” he remarked, taking a look at her gorgeous locks. 

“Hey, Mike, how have you been?’ Eddie was next to greet him once he came out of the house. He struggled down the steps with all his luggage. 

“Great. Thank you guys for letting me join. It’s been a while since we all met up,” Mike noted. He was not going to bring up the reason for their avoidance. This weekend was not about revisiting the shadows of the past. It had been a long time since he actually had fun. Being home school had its perks, but he did not enjoy the loneliness. 

“Do you need help with your bags, Eddie?” Stanley asked his friend. He was struggling to lift his heavy bags into the trunk of the RV that Mike was able to talk his grandfather into borrowing. This thing sat in his farmland for years. Luckily, it was working fine.  

“We’re going away for a weekend, right?” Beverly joked. “It’s a weekend, not an evacuation!”

“I have packed everything that I needed in case of any dangerous predicament!” Eddie commented. “Trust me when I say there is nothing in those cases you won't be glad I brought.”

“What could happen?” Ben asked, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Tons of things,” Stanley remarked. “We could run into poison ivy, there could be jellyfish in the water, or - “

“Okay, Stan, we didn’t need an answer. Remember, we’re supposed to be having fun,” Bill reminded him. 

All that was missing was... “Oh my, God,” Eddie commented when he looked across the street to see a car parking. It was half parked up on the sidewalk, annoying to women who were walking by. 

And there was Richie Tozier, his mouth on a huge bong. He looked like he had trouble maneuvering it in the small car that he owned, hitting the horn by accident. Who’s to say that Eddie was surprised. Getting high and joking around was all Richie cared about. 

“Richie!” Beverly called out to her friend. Oh, how she missed him. She ran up and gave him a hug. But that hug only lasted a second. “Shit, you stink!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Richie?” Stanley nagged him when he ran up to his car. He looked around as to make sure the police were not around. 

“People in this town drive in a very counterintuitive manner, and that's what I have to say,” Richie giggled, obviously high out of his mind. His glasses were skewered on his head.

“Do you want to spend the weekend in jail?” Ben asked him. “'Cause we'd all like to check out my cousin's country home and not go to jail!” 

“Richie you should know for a fact that this is not okay!” Beverly was next to lecture him.

Richie took out his duffel bag.“Statistical fact: cops will never pull over a man with a huge bong in his car. Why? They fear this, man. They know he sees farther than they and he will bind them with ancient logics.” He paused, taking a longer look at Beverly’s hair. “Have you gone grey?”

His comment resulted in Beverly giving him the finger. Things hadn’t changed at all. 

“You're not bringing that thing in the rambler!” Eddie told him. 

“A giant bong, in Mike’s van?” Richie went and poured the water out. Removing the bowl, Richie sticks it in a little holder inside the tube and telescopes the entire thing down, pulls a lid off the bottom, and pops it on the top, making it look exactly like a can of Fresca. 

“What are you, stoned?” Stanley asked him, shaking his head in disbelief. Arguably, he was happy to be going on this trip. He missed their adventures.

 “As Bolde,” Richie remarked with little care.  They all rolled their eyes. Well, that was Richie Tozier for you. 

“Come on, we’d best hit the road,” Mike told them, waving them inside. “I can take the first lag. Ben, you have the directions, right?”

As they were all getting into the van, Richie elbowed Eddie. “Eds! You fetching minx? Do you have any food?”

“Don’t call me Eds!” Eddie warned sticking a finger in his face.

“Come on, you like it! You know it!”

“No, I don’t! Call me Eds one more time on this trip and I will bury you in your grave!”

This was going to be an exciting weekend alright. 

“Everybody ready?” Mike asked in the front seat. The Losers shouted in glee, throwing their hands up like they were on a roller coaster. “Then let's get this show on the road!”

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Change - Ch. 1 | T E N

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 4,756

A/N - I’ve only been on my trip to the Caymans for a day and they are already going to be closing the airports in less than a week. yay me. but school is officially out for the rest of the month so I should have a ton more free time to write. not too excited about that though cause it’s my senior year and I’m afraid I’m going to miss out on a lot of the things I was looking forward to doing as a senior :(( anyways, how is everyone doing with the virus going on? I hope everyone is healthy and okay! enjoy this chapter!

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Y/N Uris had thought her parents divorce would be the biggest surprise she got that summer. Then came the killer clown turning into her worst nightmares and the Losers Club breaking up. But nothing could prepare her for almost a month after the incident when she opened the door someone had been furiously knocking on to find Bill Denbrough standing there.

The sight of him was enough to knock the air from her lungs, her eyes widening in surprise while Bill stared at her in equal shock with his hand still frozen in the air like he was about to knock on the door again.

"Bill?" Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over the boy in shock because she still couldn't quite believe her eyes. She hadn't talked to Bill in a month. What was he doing here?

"Y/N," Bill breathed out, trying desperately to calm his frantically beating heart. How was it that just the mere sight of her was able to send his nerves into overdrive and make his brain go fuzzy when only moments before he had been the most confident he had ever been?

"What are you. . .what are you doing here?" Y/N asked, swallowing thickly as she looked to the boy in worry. "Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

Bill swore he about swooned at that. For even after the way they had ended things and a month of not talking, she was still concerned for his wellbeing.

It took him a moment before he was able to snap back to reality and he nodded his head, finally letting his hand fall back down to his side. "Yes, I'm. . .I'm fine. B-B-But Beverly is not," he said making the girl tense, her eyes widening once again.

"Beverly? What's wrong with Beverly?" Y/N questioned, now on high alert.

"I-I-I went to go visit her because I needed some advice about s-s-something, but when I got there it was like no one was home. I don't know how it h-h-happened but I ended up going towards the bathroom and I found a message wr-wr-written in blood on the wall," Bill explained while Y/N stared at him in horror, her mouth going dry while her stomach began to grow queasy. The young girl shook her head slightly, not wanting Bill to say the words that she knew he was about to say.

"It's got Beverly, Y/N. It has her."

Y/N didn't respond for a moment and Bill had never been more terrified in his life wondering what she was going to do next. Would she slam the door in his face? Maybe laugh? Would she even want to help? Who was he kidding, of course she would want to help. He was just wondering if she would forgive him or not.

"I'll go tell Stanley and then we can go get the others," Y/N finally said, nodding her head slightly as she let out a shaky breath. She didn't care if she was scared or not. Beverly was in trouble and Y/N would always do whatever it takes to keep her friends safe.

Bill barely had time to get over his surprise before Y/N was turning to head back into the house and find Stan. However, she hadn't even taken a step before Bill's hand suddenly lunged out, gently grasping onto the girl's wrist and causing her to jump in surprise before turning to look at him with a soft yet questioning look on her face.

"Bill?" Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over his face in confusion.

Bill merely stared at her with his mouth opening and closing for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. It took a second but he finally managed to swallow his nerves before he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Y/N froze at that and Bill looked down at the ground as he gently moved his hand from the girl's wrist to her hand. He used both of his hands to hold onto it tight as he began to speak.

"I'm s-s-sorry for what happened a month ago. Me risking your life and the lives of our fr-fr-friends wasn't cool and I'm sorry for the way that I acted. S-S-Seeing you walk away from me that day was the worst feeling in the world and n-n-not having you by my side for the past month was just as bad. I'm just. . .I'm s-s-so sorry," Bill muttered, his voice shaky as he gripped onto the girl's hands.

Y/N was silent for a moment as she stared at the boy, her gaze softening more and more by the second before she let out a small sigh and lunged out to wrap her arms around the boy. Bill stumbled back slightly, but managed to steady himself before looking down to see Y/N hugging him tightly with her head against his chest.

"I'm sorry too," she whispered. "For everything."

Bill blinked in surprise before melting into the girl's hold and wrapping his arms around her. He laid his head on top of hers and held her as close to his body as possible, squeezing his eyes shut tightly like he was afraid he would open them only to find that Y/N was gone.

Both of them could've stood there forever in each other's arms, relishing in the feeling of getting to hold each other once again, but they knew that their friend's life was at stake so they hesitantly pulled away to look at each other.

Bill kept his arms wrapped around the girl's waist while Y/N's hands fell down to rest on his arms. The two stared at each other and couldn't help but blush at just how close they were. Bill could feel his heart beating furiously in his chest and he desperately hoped Y/N couldn't hear it, but if anyone could, it wouldn't have been Y/N for hers was beating just as loud.

"I've missed you," Y/N finally admitted, her words making Bill's stomach erupt with butterflies while an effortless grin appeared on his face in response.

"I've missed you too," he whispered, the two's noses brushing against each other once before both realized that they had to pull away.

Reluctantly, the two pulled away and Bill dropped his hold from the girl. Y/N gave him the softest of smiles and Bill returned it before the girl turned and went to go get her cousin.

She returned moments later with Stan by her side and before they knew it, Bill and Stan were hugging as well, both boys happy to have their friend back by their side. Y/N couldn't help but smile as she watched the two, knowing that these little reunions were about to happen for each of her friends as they slowly got back together again.

The Loser's Club was officially back in business.

- - -

Y/N wasn't quite sure what to feel as she rode down the street on her cousin's bike with the Losers by her side. Reuniting with her friends was probably the happiest she had ever felt in her life, but it was all off for the simple reason that Beverly wasn't there.

Y/N had missed them all and if the hugs she had received in return weren't proof enough that they had missed her too, then she wasn't sure what could prove that. Having already reconciled with Bill, Richie, and Eddie, that left only Ben and Mike for Y/N to reunite with and boy had she missed those two.

Mike hugged her as if he was afraid of losing her again which maybe he was seeing as from the stories he had told Y/N, he hadn't really had any friends up until the Losers Club. The moment she saved him from Bowers was the first act of kindness anyone in the town had shown him, so to say he had missed the girl was an understatement.

Then came Ben who, as the new kid in town, didn't have anyone else except for the Losers. They were without a doubt his best friends and he had even teared up out of pure relief once the other Losers had shown up on his doorstep and Y/N had pulled him in for a hug.

But now that they were all together again, minus Beverly who they were on their way to save, the group was biking through the small town of Derry on their way to the Well House to save their friend.

Mike had been smart enough to bring the gun he used for killing sheep and that plus the fact that she had her friends by her side were the only source of comfort Y/N looked to as the group came to a stop in front of the Well House.

For a moment it was like she was seeing herself running out of the house again, soaking wet with a bloody bandage wrapped around her calf and a screaming Eddie by her side while her friends ran out behind her. The thought was enough to make her gulp as she hesitantly got off Stan's bike, her cousin following suit before putting his bike stand up.

The last time Y/N had been here she swore she would never go into the house again, but now look at her.

She was hesitant to move as her friends all began to walk forward, but one nudge from her cousin had the girl turning back to see her curly haired best friend giving her a small reassuring smile as he linked his arm with hers. That was enough to give her the small push she needed and the two Uris cousins took in shaky breaths before walking after their friends and onto the property of the Well House.

"Guys, spikes," Bill announced as he noticed two metal poles with spikes on the end lying on the ground. He bent down to pick the objects up and, as he did, Eddie removed his fanny pack and tossed it aside as if it were nothing.

Y/N looked to her friend in surprise and Eddie just gave her a small smile before saying, "It's all bullshit anyways." Y/N gave him a questioning look and couldn't help but chuckle as she turned her attention back to Bill, the others all circling around.

Bill looked at the two metal poles before putting them together. He then stood up and stared at the weapon for a moment before looking to Y/N and holding it out for her. The girl lightly shook her head before pushing the weapon back to Bill. "I trust you more with that than me," she said, a small teasing manner in her voice that made Bill smile ever so slightly.

He gave her a tiny nod and opened his mouth to say something when the sound of glass shattering had the group turning to see that Richie had smashed a beer bottle onto the stairs. It was obvious he was hoping it would break and turn into a weapon, but all it did was break it so that it was even more useless than when it was a full bottle.

Richie stared at the broken bottle for a moment before looking to his friends. Y/N had to let go of her cousin in order to cover her mouth and middle her laughter, but Richie saw and sent her a small playful glare before throwing the bottle to the side.

Bill shook his head slightly at his friend before looking towards the house. "Let's go," he told them before he began to walk forward, the others quickly following in line behind him.

Y/N reached the door at the same time as Bill and went to open it only to hesitate with her fingers just above the door handle. Bill's eyes flickered from the girl's hand to her face, his gaze softening slightly at the hint of fear that was beginning to take over her. He could see her shaking hand and the sight of it made his heart drop.

Bill didn't even hesitate before reaching out and pulling Y/N's hand away from the doorknob so that he could interlock their fingers together. "Hey, it's okay. I won't let anything happen to you," Bill whispered to her reassuringly, the girl's eyes flickering over to lock with his as he spoke. He gave her probably one of the most sincerest looks he had ever given her and squeezed her hand as he whispered, "I'll protect you."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over the boy's face before she tightened her grip on his hand. Then, with a small nod from the girl, Bill reached out and unlocked the door before pushing it open.

The group then began to walk inside, making sure to climb over the wooden boards covering part of the doorway as they did. However, they didn't get far in before Y/N turned around to find that her cousin was still standing outside.

"Stanley?" Y/N questioned, stopping in her tracks and making the others stop as well.

"Stan, we all have to go," Bill insisted, his voice soft as he gave his friend a sympathetic look. He knew how afraid the boy must be which is why he didn't bother stopping Y/N when she let go of his hand to go over to her cousin.

If anyone could convince the boy to come into the house, it would be her. Bill had heard plenty of stories about her through Stan and it was obvious that the curly haired boy trusted her with his life.

"Stanley," Y/N softly said as she came to a stop on the other side of the door. The only thing separating the two cousins was the doorframe, but even that felt like a huge distance.

Stan let his eyes flicker over to his cousin, gulping slightly as he shook his head. "I can't do it, Y/N," he whispered, his voice shaky. "I can't."

"But Beverly was right," Y/N told him making the boy freeze as he stared at her in a way that screamed for her to give him one good reason why he should go inside. "If we split up like last time, that clown will kill us one by one. But if we stick together, all of us, we'll win. I promise."

Stan was silent as he stared at his cousin and all Y/N did was give him a small smile before holding her hand out. "I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered, her eyes flickering over the boy's face as she spoke. "I promise."

Stan could only stare at her before he finally gave her a small nod and reached out to take her hand. He let out a shaky breath before stepping into the house, his hand instantly gripping onto her own as he practically glued himself to her side. Y/N kept her hand in his and moved her other one so that she was holding onto his arm and rubbing it comfortingly.

Once she knew Stan was calmed down, the girl looked back to the others and her eyes locked with Bill's. She gave him a small nod and Bill took that as a sign for them to keep moving.

Bill began to move forward and the group followed after him, all of them shining their flashlights around as they tried to calm down their nerves. Y/N was seriously regretting this whole thing when Bill began to descend down a creepy staircase and into an even creepier basement, but she knew she couldn't let Stan see her hesitation, so she only took in a shaky breath and began pulling her cousin into the basement before either of them could think too much of it.

Bill lead them to the back of the basement where they found a well in the ground. "What the hell?" Y/N whispered, shuddering slightly as she realized they would have to go down that thing.

"Hey, Eddie, you got a quarter?" Richie questioned, hoping to lighten the mood.

Eddie quickly shook his head, a look of pure disgust taking over his features as he shuddered and whispered, "I wouldn't want to make a wish in that fucking thing."

The group crowded around the well before peering down inside to find that it went on for what seemed like forever.

"Beverly?" Ben called down, his voice echoing down the well and earning no response. Richie gave the boy a look that practically screamed 'do you really think she can hear you from down there?' but Ben ignored it, his worry for the red head being enough of a distraction already.

"How are we supposed to get down there?" Mike questioned and Y/N inhaled sharply as she nodded her head.

"That, my friend, is a great question," Y/N muttered.

"There," Bill announced causing the group to turn around to see his flashlight shining down on a lengthy rope laying on the floor. It didn't take long for the group to grab it and secure the rope to a pulley before Richie tossed the end down the well.

"All right. Come on," Bill announced before he stepped up onto the side of the Well and grabbed ahold of the rope. Carefully, he began to descend down into the well before Eddie followed right after him. Next went Richie, Stan, and Ben before finally Mike and Y/N were the last two left.

Y/N stared at the rope in front of her and tried to calm herself down, but her hands were shaky as she went to reach for the rope. Seeing this, Mike quickly grabbed the rope and pulled it closer so that the girl was able to grab onto it better.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered to which Mike gave her a small smile in response. The girl turned around and was just about to begin her descent when a loud whack was heard from behind her before Mike let out a yell.

Y/N jumped in surprise which made her slip, a scream escaping her own lips as she began to fall into the well. Luckily, she was able to grab onto the rope well enough to catch herself and she quickly turned around to see Henry Bowers throwing Mike to the ground.

"Mike!" Y/N cried out as she desperately tried to climb back up fast enough in order to help her friend.

"Die!" Henry exclaimed as he shoved Mike down to the ground again, the boy's gun being tossed to the ground a little ways away.

"Mike! Y/N!" the girl heard her other friends yell from down below, but she ignored it as she pulled herself up out of the well, effectively falling to the ground.

Y/N went to stand up, but Henry must've seen her because his hands were on her back and he effectively threw her to the ground beside Mike before she could even blink. The girl let out a small groan while she heard Henry begin to walk over towards the well.

"Y/N! Mike! Are you two okay?" she heard Stan cry out before the boys all gasped and muttered, "Bowers."

"Shit," Y/N muttered as she tried to pull herself up onto her feet. She could hear Henry laughing behind her and her friends all freaking out about the rope, but could barely process anything until two hands had grabbed ahold of her and were starting to help her up.

Y/N flinched slightly, but once she saw that it was only Mike, the girl let out a soft sigh. "Are you okay?" she whispered, her eyes glancing over the boy for any possible injuries.

"I'm fine. You?" he asked.

"Just pissed off," Y/N muttered before turning to glare at Henry Bowers who was pulling the rope out of the well. He tossed the rope to the side and turned his attention to the two before they could get up off the ground.

Mike was quick to position himself in front of the girl while Y/N desperately tried to look around for something that could help. Her eyes caught sight of the gun Mike had brought lying beside them and she nudged the boy slightly until he managed to see what she had seen.

"You didn't listen to what I told you, did you? You should've stayed out of Derry. Your parents didn't and look what happened to them. I still get sad every time I pass by that pile of ashes. Sad, that I couldn't have done it myself," Henry laughed while Y/N glared at the boy.

Henry went to say more, but before he could Mike felt his anger boiling up inside of him and went to reach for the gun. Henry saw this and instantly grabbed ahold of Mike while Y/N scrambled out from behind him.

The two began to struggle as they tried to take control of the gun, but Y/N wasn't going to let Henry hurt her friend like that and didn't think twice before barreling into Henry's side, effectively throwing the boy off of Mike.

However, she didn't see that Henry had just gained control of the gun and before she knew it, Henry had pinned her down by the throat and was pushing the gun to her forehead. The girl's eyes widened in surprise and she tried to move Henry's hand from her throat, but the boy merely laughed before going to pull the trigger.

Just when Y/N thought that this was going to be it, Mike managed to pull Henry off of her, the gun going off into the air instead of Y/N's forehead. Y/N's eyes widened in pure shock as she realized she almost died, but her attention was drawn back to Mike who somehow had gotten a rock and managed to hit Henry in the head, causing the boy to stumble back in surprise.

She didn't know what was running through her head at that moment, but Y/N didn't even think twice before pushing Henry back as hard as she could. A look of horror crossed over the boy's face as he tripped over the side of the well and fell into the depths below, screaming as he went.

"Holy shit!" Richie cried out from below while Y/N just stared at the well with wide eyes, her hands shaking before her.

Tears began to spring her eyes as she realized what she just did and she let out a small sob and she whispered, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What did I just do?"

Mike was quick to go over to the girl, catching her in his arms before she could fall onto her knees. Another sob left her mouth and she gripped onto Mike tightly like she was afraid she would fall apart if he wasn't there.

"I just killed someone. I just killed someone," Y/N cried. No one deserved to die like that. Not even Henry Bowers. And she had been the one to kill him.

"It was self defense," Mike assured her as he held her close and tried to calm down her shaky breathing. "He would've killed us if you hadn't done that."

"Self defense," Y/N muttered as she wiped away her tears. "Yeah, just self defense." Although not even that was enough to make her feel better about the situation.

"You saved my life, Y/N. You saved our lives," Mike whispered. "Now we have to go save Beverly's."

That was enough to bring Y/N back to reality and she shakily nodded her head before Mike helped her back up onto her feet. He hugged her for just a moment more before the two heard their friends yelling, "Y/N! Mike!"

The two were quick to run over to the well and Y/N tried not to grimace as she thought about Henry falling down. She had to focus on Beverly.

"Y/N! Mike!" Eddie yelled once he saw them, his voice high pitched as him, Bill, Richie, and Ben all looked up at them with wide eyes.

"We're okay," Mike assured them while the boys looked up at the two. Y/N numbly nodded in agreement, but she noticed that they had all turned their attention to her, each of them having to hear it from her themselves to know that she was okay.

"We're okay," Y/N finally muttered, letting out a shaky breath. The boys all relaxed at that and Y/N couldn't help but notice how they weren't yelling at her for killing someone. They seemed relieved in fact. After all, Mike was right. Henry was going to kill them if she hadn't done that.

Y/N turned and went to go grab the rope, but when she turned back around she caught sight of all the bullets for Mike's gun falling down into the well. "Shit," Mike muttered as he stared helplessly down below.

"How many do we still have?" Y/N questioned nervously, not really wanting to hear the answer but wanting to at the same time.

Mike turned to look at the girl and sighed slightly before whispering, "One."

Y/N was silent as she tossed the rope down into the well. "One is all we need," she assured him, despite both of them knowing that could very well be a lie.

"Yeah, yeah," Mike breathed out as hopefully as he could before the two looked away from each other, both letting out a shaky breath before looking to the rope.

"Let's go," Y/N whispered before she began to climb down, Mike following after her. It didn't take long for them to reach the others and before she knew it Y/N was being pulled into Bill's arms, the boy letting out a shaky breath of relief as he held her close to him.

Bill pulled away enough so that they could see each other, their noses brushing against each other while his eyes flickered over her face. "You okay?" he whispered, the concern evident in his voice.

"I'm okay," she whispered and that was enough to have Bill sighing in relief again before he hugged the girl once more. Y/N was quick to hug him back, rubbing a thumb against the back of her neck as she relished in his hold.

Mike wasn't too far behind her, so the two had to end their hugging in order for Y/N to move and Bill to help the boy. Y/N began to move back and that was when she was practically tackled into another hug from Richie and Eddie, both of which were bickering over who should get to hug her next.

Y/N merely chuckled and hugged the two before moving onto Ben, desperately wanting to get to the back where she knew her cousin would be waiting for her. Ben could see that, so he gave her a quick hug and told her how he was glad she was okay before moving on to helping Mike get into the passageway while Y/N smiled after her friends.

Finally, the girl turned around, but her smile faded once she was met with an empty tunnel. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N turned back around and shined her flashlight over the group as she looked over the people that were there.

It was only when she once again couldn't find the curly hair that belonged to Stan that she felt herself pale, her heart beating just a bit faster as she began to frantically look around.

"Uh. . .Guys," Y/N whispered as she looked around at all of the faces in front of her, a sickening feeling washing over her as she confirmed that someone was in fact missing. Everyone looked to her and froze once they saw the horrified look on her face.

"Where's Stanley?" she asked, her question instantly making everyone look around to find that the boy was in fact gone. Y/N felt as if she were going to be sick and she tried not to tear up out of pure fear as she looked around at the frightened faces of her friends.

"Where's my cousin?"

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[billdenbrough]

ocean’s twelve au where danny and rusty are bill and richie (like Objectively they simply could not execute crime and heists on the level dannyrusty do But the fact that they constantly communicate without one of them having to even say a Word the fact that everyone follows danny even when it’s really probably not in their best interests to The way rusty literally spends all his time as danny’s second or Pretending To Be Other People including Voices or even doing math Not To Mention how danny is the one the team Loves and Follows but rusty is the one they Trust and Approach) and eddie’s the interpol agent trying to catch bigger fish (The Night Fox) and ends up chasing them down and Oh There’s History with richie? what? interesting...

stan as basher and not just bc he’s the explosives man and stan canonically makes things explode with patty in the bedroom but also bc he’s loyal and pragmatic and realistic and writes LETTERS when reuben’s on his deathbed and also he and rusty are icons; i’m all about hanbrough but i think in this context audra makes sense to be tess and not just bc ocean’s twelve literally has her impersonating an actress but also danny apologises to tess in the first film and audra deserves that from bill; position in the story-wise mike is probably linus in that he’s a later addition to the team whom they end up trusting completely and also has parents who contribute to the success of the squad but also mike has more brain cells so he’s a loose linus who was childhood friends with eddie and is the only one of the denbrough crew that eddie trusts initially (richie is Compliqué); bev is yen probably because he’s the master of fitting into tight spaces but more importantly getting out of them and how she learned it is Terriblé but bev knows how to find the exit; and then ben is probably frank. personality wise he’s linus but frank is loyal and likeable and would do anything for those he cares for, and risks capture to do his part of the job to save his friends (also iirc he and rusty were in particular danger of being caught by eddie interpol bc they’d pulled a job there before which is absolutely trashstack rights that they both did that together and also that he Knows about richie’s situation w eddie)

anyway eddie ends up in the heist too ofc (this movie is a Mess but it has fun being a riff on capers rather than a caper itself and i personally enjoy the chaos of that energy for the losers) but the absolute banter and shared-history-turned-into-art-thief-and-secret-agent of it all comes first

#the losers club #richie tozier #bill denbrough #reddie #bichie #this started as me being frustrated abt the election and thinking abt bichie as dannyrusty #and then spiralled so... is it a mess? yes probably! #this is literally 1am distracted rambles with jane don’t... read too much into it #x #m #beep beep jane

[octothorpetopus]

Dancing In The Dark

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"Mom, I swear to god." Eddie waved away his mother's hands, which were fiddling with Eddie's bow tie for the thirteenth time that evening (he counted).

"Fine, fine. Just trying to be helpful." Sonia Kaspbrak stepped back to look at her son. "Oh, my beautiful boy. You look just like your dad." She wrapped him in a hug so tight his vision went dark around the edges.

"Come on, Mom, Bill's gonna be here any minute." Eddie pulled out of his mother's arms and straightened his jacket. He looked good. Real good. For who he was trying to look good for, he couldn't have said, but he was trying nonetheless. His mother moved to brush a lock of hair off his forehead when the doorbell rang mercifully. Eddie kissed her quickly on the cheek and sprinted away before she could make any more adjustments. He slammed the screen door behind him and smiled admiringly up at Bill, who was shifting from foot to foot nervously on his front stoop. "C'mon, let's go before my mom tries to rope us into taking pictures." Bill gave him a look of mock horror and followed Eddie to the Jeep in the driveway. Eddie had mowed lawns and walked dogs for months to afford it, and he took care of it with the diligence of a mother taking care of a child. Bill slipped into the immaculate passenger seat.

“H-h-how’re we going to f-fit e-e-everyone?” Eddie’s car was a five-seater, which was not going to work for the six remaining members of the Losers Club. Luckily, he had thought of that.

“Stan’s getting Ben and Mike. We’ve just gotta get Richie.” Bill grinned as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Let’s go g-get Trashmouth, th-then.”

Richie lived close enough to the high school that he could have walked if he wanted, but he insisted that there was no ‘style’ in walking to prom. Eddie countered that a beige Jeep was not particularly stylish either, to which Richie responded that Eddie’s mom’s beige Jeep was stylish, which left Eddie more confused than insulted. Eddie jogged up the front steps to the Tozier residence and rang the doorbell, which was one of the ones that chimes like church bells when you ring it instead of a simple ding-dong. Muffled voices grew louder as a formless blob approached the door, barely visible through the frosted glass windows, and then the front door was thrown open. Eddie almost fell down the steps, and would have, if Richie hadn’t grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside. The reason for his sudden bout of vertigo was, of course, Richie. Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier had, seemingly overnight, become hot. Really hot. Not that Eddie was attracted to him in any way, but… objectively. Hot with a capital H. His hair, which was usually a mess (Eddie had once picked a leaf out of it), was slicked back carefully, and for the first time in all the years they had known each other, Eddie could see all of Richie’s face. He was wearing what was presumably his father’s suit, but it fit him perfectly. What Eddie might have described once as lanky had transformed into a sort of lithe grace. The only thing that told him that this was, in fact, the Richie Tozier he knew was his glasses, held together with more adhesive tape than actual screws.

“Come on, Eds, my mom wants pictures.” Eddie dug his heels into the carpet, grinding Richie’s purposeful march to a halt.

“Bill’s waiting in the car, and-”

“Just one picture?” Richie fixed Eddie with a kicked puppy gaze. Eddie couldn’t say no. For some reason, he’d never been able to say no to Richie.

“Fine. One.” Richie pulled him into the living room, where Maggie and Wentworth stood, a Polaroid camera in Maggie’s perfectly manicured hands.

“Hurry up, Ma,” Richie whined as he slung an arm around Eddie’s shoulders, fixing the camera with an easy smile. Eddie couldn’t help but smile too. Richie was like that, totally infectious in everything he did. It didn’t matter if his jokes weren’t funny, you laughed anyway because he was laughing. You smiled when he smiled, and when he was happy, it was like sunlight flooded the room even if there were no windows or it was nighttime. The film came out of the camera with a soft whrrrrr, and Richie snatched it before it had a chance to develop.

“Thanks, mom. I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Be good, Richie,” she warned, but grinned when he kissed her cheek. Wentworth clapped his son on the shoulder and smiled too, the same wide and easy smile as Richie’s. Richie steered Eddie back towards the front door, and they exited into the cool May night.

"Aw, come on, I gotta sit in the back?" Richie complained, but it was superficial. Richie always rode in the back of the car, or on the back of Eddie's bike when they rode double.

"I-i-it's just for a f-few m-minutes." Bill greeted Eddie with a high-five.

"We meeting Haystack and the others there?"

"Yeah. Ben's mom wanted to take pictures even more badly than yours did."

"Y-you guys t-t-took pictures w-w-without me?"

"Be glad you avoided it," Richie reassured Bill. "We'll get pictures when we get there." Bill flipped on the radio. Queen sang "You're My Best Friend", and Richie crooned along. As with everything else, it wasn't long before Eddie's wobbling voice joined him, followed by Bill, who never stuttered when he sang and in fact had a very nice voice.

Derry High School looked mostly like it always did, short of the hand-painted banner hanging over the gym doors that said A NIGHT IN PARIS. The only thing that could've told you that it was supposed to be Paris was a seven-foot Eiffel Tower in front of the photographer and the pink tissue paper over the fluorescent lights, casting a rosy glow into the gym. It was, in a word, underwhelming, but Eddie still shivered in anticipation. He'd had both dreams and nightmares about tonight, but now he was here. There was no more fighting and no more hiding to be had.

"Not bad," came a voice from behind them. Richie, Eddie, and Bill spun around to see Stan, Mike, and Ben behind them. Mike was the one who had spoken, and he looked fly as hell. They all did. Ben had already begun to lose weight, and although he was not yet the Adonis he would one day become, he looked happier. More confident. Eddie was proud of him. He was proud of all of them for making it this far.

"Who's ready to paaaaaarty!?" Richie cried in his Movie Announcer Voice.

"Beep-beep, Richie," Stan said, rolling his eyes.

"You beep-beep, Stan, it's prom. It's time to fuckin' party." And then Richie took off into the fray, leaving the rest of the Losers to try to catch up with him. They found him by the snack table, downing a plastic cup full of orange, vaguely opaque punch.

"Richie, that's almost definitely spiked."

"Yeah, Eds, and so what?" Richie refilled his glass. "Drink up, boys, for tonight, we rise!" Drinks were passed around. Everyone except Eddie and Bill took one.

"Someone's gotta be there to drive your drunk asses home," Eddie said when Richie asked him why he was being a pussy. Richie rolled his eyes and punched Eddie's arm.

"Lame."

"Responsible."

"Same thing."

"I can have plenty of fun without getting wasted, Richie."

"Yeah, but you can have even more fun if you do." Richie waggled his eyebrows suggestively, although what exactly he was suggesting wasn't immediately clear to anyone.

"Enough, Rich, just do what you want." Richie's shoulders sagged.

"Fine. Sorry."

"It's fine. Are we dancing or not?" Richie brightened at the mention of dancing. He was a deeply atrocious dancer, not that Eddie was much better, but he loved it in such a way that no amount of insults or protests could get him to stop once he started. Richie grabbed Eddie's arm in one hand and Ben's in his other, and dragged them towards the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the gym. He began to twist and bounce in a way that someone who had never witnessed Richie's dance moves might have thought he was having a seizure. Eddie swayed from side to side, occasionally moving his arms. Mike shook his head as he looked at them and the other three, none of whom were doing particularly well either.

"White people," he muttered. The band played one upbeat track after another, and the night faded into a blur of neon lights. At one point, Richie took Eddie by the hands and pulled him into a quick and messy two-step.

"You gotta loosen up, Eddie-Spaghetti!"

"I hate it when you call me that."

"No, you don't." No, he didn't.

Still, it was prom, and most people who go to prom bring dates, so it wasn't long before the band played a slow song, specifically dedicated to all the lovebirds out there. The losers eyed each other for a moment, then broke down laughing, hardly able to drag themselves to a table in the corner.

"I need a smoke break." Richie pushed himself away from the table and patted his pocket, where he had presumably smuggled a carton of cigarettes. "Anyone care to join me?" His eyes flicked momentarily towards Eddie, although Eddie couldn't have smoked even if he wanted to.

"None of us smoke, Richie, why would we-"

"Sure. Why not? I've got nothing better to do." Eddie stood up, interrupting Ben.

"Cool. Cool." Richie smiled that little enigmatic smile of his, and he and Eddie left the gym, finding a place to sit outside the school's loading dock. Richie sat on a stack of crates and clumsily lit a cigarette. He turned his head up to the sky and blew out a long stream of smoke, almost silver against the black night sky. Eddie didn’t particularly like being around other people who were smoking, but when Richie did it... god, he was beautiful.

“So... is prom everything you thought it would be?” Richie asked, breaking the comfortable silence that settled between them.

”Let’s see. All my friends getting drunk? Check. Half-assed decorations? Check. The same ten songs on constant repeat? Check. Yeah, pretty much.” Richie chuckled.

”Prom’s not for people like us, y’know?”

”People like us?”

”Losers.” Richie didn’t mean it as an insult, it was what they called themselves, but it hurt nonetheless. “It’s for the shiny crowd, the people with the perfect hair and the perfect grades. The kids that are going to be presidents and movie stars. We’re not shiny like that, Eddie.” And then Richie smiled, but it was almost sad. “But who needs diamonds when you’ve got steel? That’s you and me, Eds. We’re not the coolest or the most interesting, but we’re tough. And that’s cool too.” Eddie was quiet for a moment.

”I mean, diamonds are the strongest substance in the world, but-“

”You’re ruining my metaphor.”

”-but I get the point you’re making. And honestly, I have to say, that was kinda poetic for a boy whose nickname is Trashmouth.”

"Beep-beep, Eds." Eddie sighed.

"Yeah. I know. And you're right. But..." Richie's head perked up. "What if we could make it for people like us?" Richie narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell do you mean?" Eddie leaned over and whispered in Richie's ear so quietly Richie hardly caught it. "Are you serious?" Eddie nodded, his eyes wide with excitement.

"You in?" Richie considered for a moment, then dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"Hell yeah. Let's do it."

Back in the gym, the music was once again pumping. Their friends had disappeared from the table, with no evidence that they'd been there except Mike's suit coat draped over the back of a chair and a pile of crumbs where Ben had been sitting. Richie and Eddie shared another look and burst out laughing.

"Come on! We gotta go!" Richie hissed, and took Eddie by the hand, pulling him for something like the fifth time along behind him. They ran through the gym, laughing like maniacs, their legs pumping like the end of the world, until Richie tripped and took Eddie down with him. They hit the floor hard, and Eddie felt the arm he'd broken once upon a time twinge underneath his body. He used his other arm to push himself up, and his heart stopped when he saw Henry Bowers bearing down on them, accompanied by two of his new goons (the old ones were either dead or had graduated- having been held back a year had not been good to Henry Bowers).

"Going somewhere, faggots?" He snickered loudly as Richie brushed himself off and got to his feet.

"Fuck off, Bowers. Just for one night." He offered a hand to Eddie, which he took gratefully.

"You going to find a place to fuck?" Richie's jaw clenched, but he held his tongue. Eddie was also grateful for that.

"Just leave us alone, would you?" Eddie pleaded, but Bowers ignored him.

"So is Wheezy your boyfriend now, Trashmouth?" They were loud now, and more and more people were turning to look at them. Not, unfortunately, any of the chaperones, who seemed more focused on people from literally having sex on the dance floor. "You suck his dick? Huh? Or is he more the submissive type?" Richie was growing angrier by the minute. Eddie wasn't sure he'd ever seen Richie more pissed off in his life.

"Shut your mouth, Bowers."

"Or what? Actually, maybe I should. I don't want you getting the wrong idea." Now he was right in Richie's face. "Some of us don't swing that way, Trashmouth. But I'll tell you what- I'll be quiet if your boyfriend here," he said, acknowledging Eddie for the first time, "admits that he's a queer." And that was when Richie punched Henry Bowers. They were in close quarters, so it wasn't a particularly good punch, but it shocked the hell out of Bowers so bad that he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his nose, which Richie had managed to make bleed.

"Oh, you're dead, Tozier. DEAD!" He screeched and lunged at Richie, nailing three rapid-fire hits to Richie's left cheekbone. His father's class ring, which he had taken after killing him, left deep cuts in the freckled skin of Richie's face. He had Richie by the collar now, and was winding up for an apocalyptic uppercut when Mrs. Davies, one of the chaperones and Eddie's new personal hero, took notice of the fight.

"Mr. Bowers!" She bellowed, storming towards the crowd that had gathered around them. "Unless you want to be held back again, you will put him down!" Henry looked back and forth between Mrs. Davies and Richie, whose bleeding face was already beginning to bruise. Finally, he released Richie with a sneer, shoving him to the ground and retreating out the front doors of the gym, trailed by his thugs.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy-" Eddie knelt next to Richie and held his face in his hands. "Motherfucker. We gotta get you fixed up, and the next time I see Henry Bowers, I swear to god I'll-

"Shut the fuck up, Eddie. Let's get out of here." Richie got to his feet, and he and Eddie pushed through the people, ignoring the quizzical stares and curious glances their friends and strangers alike gave them.

The nurse's office was next door to the gym. Richie tried the door handle. Locked. He turned to leave, but Eddie stopped him, fumbling in his pocket for something.

"A-ha!" He exclaimed, and pulled out his key ring. He tried a couple different ones, to no avail. Finally, he found a key that fit in the lock and turned it. Richie heard the soft thunk of the lock sliding into place.

"You have your own key to the nurse's office?" Eddie shrugged.

"I get sick a lot. Eventually, the nurse just decided that I should be able to get in on my own so she wouldn't have to come every time I came in. Which was a lot. Also, my mom kinda demanded it."

"That checks out." Eddie hit the lights and Richie took a seat on one of the counters.

"So, what the hell was that about?" Eddie asked as he dug through the cabinets, collecting supplies.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Bowers has basically called us queers every day for the last ten years. So why'd you pick today to punch him and get the hell beaten out of you?"

"Why? Do you think I shouldn't have?"

"I mean, it was very badass, I'll give you that. Up until the bit where he almost killed you."

"You're exaggerating, Eds."

"Don't call me that." Eddie sat down on the swiveling stool in front of Richie and poured some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball. "This is gonna hurt." He dabbed gently at the series of cuts on Richie's cheek. Richie's knuckles went white as he clutched the counter, but he didn't so much as whimper. "I just don't get it."

"I don't know, Eddie, I'm drunk, he was being a douchebag, I decided to be a moron. Isn't that what always happens?" Eddie didn't respond as he pressed a few butterfly bandages onto the wound. "He went after you." Richie said softly.

"Huh?"

"He went after you. I was cool until he started picking on you."

"Richie, Henry Bowers has called me a queer and a faggot and every other name in the book almost every day since he learned those words. I don't get why that upset you so much."

"I mean, are... are you? Queer, I mean?" Eddie studied Richie silently. He was being serious, for sure, but Eddie had never been asked that question before. Not even by Bowers.

"Does it matter?" He asked after what seemed like hours. "Would you still be my friend?" Richie smiled, a different kind of smile than Eddie had ever seen. It wasn't sad, but it was sincere. And there was something else in it, something Eddie had only seen almost five years previous, in the way Ben had looked at Beverly.

"I'll never stop being your friend, Eddie." Richie's voice cracked, but his eyes were clear as he took Eddie's hand and squeezed, a gesture that was familiar among the group of friends that had become a family.

"Good." Eddie held up an towel filled with ice from the freezer. "Hold this on your face. It'll keep the swelling down." He hadn't, at any point, actually answered the question.

An hour later, the two of them returned to the gym. Bowers was gone, and most everyone had gone back to dancing like nothing had happened. Eddie noticed a few drops of Richie's- or maybe it was Henry's- blood on the gym floor. Their friends were sitting dejectedly around the table in the back corner, but they all sat up when they saw Richie and Eddie approaching.

"Are you okay?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, fine. What are you losers doing?" Richie was back to his usual self, Eddie noted.

"I mean, you getting the shit beaten out of yourself kind of dampened the mood," Stan said in his usual deadpan tone.

"Lame. I'm fine, guys." Still, Richie sat. Eddie took the seat next to him, and they all sat in gloomy silence.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Mrs. Davies's voice carried over the band, which went out with a jerk. Little by little, a silence settled over the assembled students. "I have here in my hand-" she gestured with a manila envelope covered in glitter, "-the results of your votes for prom queen and king!" A cheer went up, then the room was silent again. Mrs. Davies cleared her throat. "Your Derry High School prom king and queen are... Greta Keene..." Greta tossed her hair over her shoulder as she smiled and waved from the stage. Mrs. Davies placed a delicate plastic tiara on her head. "And..." she looked at the paper quizzically, but seemed to decide that it was legitimate. "...Bill Denbrough." It was so quiet in the room you could hear a pin drop. Literally. A pin dropped off Mrs. Davies's dress and it was fully audible. Then Ben started clapping, loudly and enthusiastically, his pudgy hands creating a sound that was almost deafening in the gym. And then Stan joined him, and Mike, and Richie, and Eddie. Ben rose hesitantly to his feet, but fueled by the cheers of his friends (and only his friends, everyone else stood in stunned silence), he approached the stage and allowed Mrs. Davies to place the crown haphazardly on his head. He smiled awkwardly for a moment, then jumped down and hurried back to where his friends were still cheering.

"What j-just happened?" He asked, more confused than anything.

"What do you mean?" Richie asked, and took a conspicuous sip of his drink. "Nothing happened. Eddie and I certainly didn't break into the ballot box and switch the votes." He and Eddie shared a furtive glance.

"Are you serious? Do you know how much trouble you could get in?" Stan asked, but he was grinning.

"Y-you guys are th-th-the best."

"No shit. Now, can we get back to dancing, please? I'm getting a little bored, and Mr. Prom King over here oughta show his face on the dance floor at least once."

The rest of the dance passed in a blur of moments so odd, Eddie thought maybe he'd dreamed them. Stan rode on top of Ben's shoulders and poured drinks into his mouth from nearly three feet away without spilling a drop. Richie stole Bill's crown and spoke in a cockney accent for several minutes. He and Mike ended up in the DJ booth, and Eddie had to say that he looked right at home. However, like all parties of its kind, it burned out around eleven, and the Losers said their goodbyes. Bill, being the only other sober person there, offered to take Stan, Mike, and Ben home, if Stan would let him sleep on his couch, which he would. That just left Eddie and Richie. Eddie felt oddly apprehensive about driving Richie home, although he'd done it a hundred times.

"You're really quiet," Richie said, about a minute in, his words not fully slurred, but still obvious that he was far from sober.

"Just tired." Eddie never moved his eyes from the road.

"Is this about what I asked you earlier? Because I was stupid and wasted and I think Bowers gave me brain damage."

"Don't joke about that."

"Look, don't worry about it, Eds."

"Don't call me that!"

"Fine, fine." Richie slumped down in his seat and pouted. "We did the right thing with Bill, right?" Eddie considered momentarily.

"Yeah, I think we did. I think we proved that it's not just shiny people who can have fun at prom."

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Eddie flipped on the radio. Richie sang along, even less in tune than he had been earlier.

"Workin' on our night moves... trying to lose the..." he trailed off as he forgot the words.

"Awkward teenage blues," Eddie finished, his voice high and clear.

"Yeah. That's it." Eddie pulled into Richie's driveway. The house was dark. "You know, your mom'll kill you if she finds out you got drunk." Richie didn't respond, and when Eddie turned to look at him, he leaned forward and kissed Eddie. It wasn't a good kiss. It was sloppy and drunk and Richie's lips tasted like smoke and booze and sweat. But even so, Eddie didn't break the kiss. He didn't lean into it, either, but he didn't move to stop it. "Uh... sorry." Richie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "That was dumb." He cracked a smile, but Eddie just stared at him, dumbfounded. "Really fucking stupid."

"No." It took Eddie a moment to realize that it was himself that had spoken. "Not stupid."

"Not... stupid?"

"Well... maybe a little." Richie smiled for real now.

"I'll see you, Eddie." Richie unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door.

"Wait!" Eddie grabbed Richie's arm. "Do you... maybe... want to... dance?" Richie stared at him.

"Yeah. That sound nice." Eddie cranked the radio louder. It was Springsteen's "If I Should Fall Behind". Eddie took one of Richie's hands in his, and ever so softly placed the other one on Richie's shoulder. Richie's other hand slid around the small of his back. They swayed awkwardly in the headlights, their feet scuffling on the concrete of Richie's driveway, Bill's crown still glinting on Richie's head. When the song was finished, Eddie kissed Richie's cheek and got back in the car. He drove home and went to bed, and they never spoke of that night again. But years later, when Richie and Derry and senior prom were long forgotten, whenever Eddie heard Springsteen's voice singing that song, he felt a twinge in his arm that had been broken once upon a time, and he had a vague and blurry memory of a dance and a clear, starry sky.

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[russian-romanova]

nothing to fear

title: nothing to fear

pairing: adult!bill denbrough 

word count: 2.1K

warnings: adult language, frightening images and scenes, spider-pennywise (ew), 

notes: my memory is still choppy when it comes to chapter two. i promise absolutely no perfection down there, but I tried my absolute hardest to get everything correct! hope this is what you were looking for anon. :)

request: “May I request a Bill x reader fic that has Bill rescuing the reader from Pennywise maybe using her fears against her? (It doesn’t matter what the fear is) and I do think it’s more fitting as adults considering what happened in the second movie, but it’s also fine if it’s written with them being younger.” 

summary: requested. no matter how prepared you thought you were for the second battle with pennywise, you can never really be ready to confront your worst fear. 

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When you had confronted Pennywise for the first time, twenty-seven years ago, you thought you were as terrified as you would ever be. You were wrong.

In fact, the first thing you remembered when you got the call from Mike was that four-letter word, the one that made your chest tighten up and your heart quicken. Fear; the absolute fear of facing Pennywise on his own turf. You remembered how terrified you had been, but how Bill had taken charge over the group and it had turned into a good sort of fear, the kind that empowered you. That was the sort of fear that It hated because it gave you and the seven other losers an advantage. If you weren’t scared out of your wits, even if there was just that little smudge of hope in you, then you could take down Pennywise.

And you had, at least for a good chunk of time. For twenty-seven years Pennywise had stayed down, but then It came back. It came back, and Mike Hanlon had called all of you and told you to come back to Derry, and all of you but Stanley had obeyed. You obeyed because you knew you had to, and you stayed because Mike had a plan.

A plan that, up until about five minutes ago, seemed to be working out perfectly. 

He called it the Ritual of Chüd, and you had all been ready and willing to give it a try. You all had to sacrifice something of meaning from your childhood for it to work, although you were admittedly fuzzy on why that would work. You had brought an old diary of yours from the time, which you had filled with secrets and stories. That diary was surely the only way you hadn’t gone crazy after the whole Pennywise encounter, allowing yourself to pour the emotions you felt into its pages. 

Everyone else had added in their items and Mike declared you had to all hold hands. He was nervous, you could tell by his rushed words. You had all complied, and began to all repeat ‘turn the light into darkness’ as the deadlights appeared. It had been working, like some overdue miracle, and you had more hope than you ever had. 

With your horrible luck, you should have known it wouldn’t work. If anything, it had only seemed to draw an extra scary Pennywise nearer to your group, and now you were running for your lives. Bill had been standing next to you, and you had both grabbed for each other’s hands. If it had been any other occasion, you would have likely stopped and thought it over, read more into the action. It wasn’t some other occasion, however, and you focused primarily on not letting go and running for your lives.

You were close to blushing in Bill’s grip despite the running part. The two of you had always been shy around the other as children, but you had brushed it off as teenage awkwardness. It wasn’t until you had returned that you realized you had loved Bill, truly loved him, even as children. The two of you had only grown closer in the time since you returned, and you certainly weren’t complaining. You had silently sworn to yourself that if you made it out of this hellhole, you would finally tell him.

Bill had thankfully led the way, following the twists and turns as you shouted about Pennywise behind you. He had emerged as if he was now part spider, with half a dozen shiny, hard legs that were clicking behind your group as you slowly divided. Mike ducked behind a large object as Richie and Eddie split off. Bev and Ben did the same, and you felt yourself practically leaning forwards as you tried to run even faster. Wordlessly, Bill had led the two of you to a narrow hiding spot, and you broke apart and rolled inside. You could barely hear the menacing snap of Its jaws behind you, but felt the rush of air that accompanied the motion. Everything was dark in here, you realized as you blinked a few times. Everything was dark, and then it suddenly wasn’t. 

For the longest part of your life, you had been deathly afraid of heights. This had lurked in the back of your mind the whole time you had been back in Derry because you knew that It would remember that. One memory in specific seemed to bring the fear forward -- one where you and your dad had been working on the roof of your house. You were sure that your mom wouldn’t have let you up there, but she was at work and your dad hadn’t seen the harm in it. He should have, which was a fact he would realize the moment your feet slipped and you slid down the roof and fell off the house. You had a broken bone or two, but the doctors had praised your young age for the lack of permanent damage. What they hadn’t discovered was how terrified you were that the falling sensation would happen again. 

You were there again now. Upon opening your eyes, you had been greeted by the bright sunlight and the feeling of cold stone against your back. You were up on the roof again, with your back pressed against the chimney. You were balanced near the top of the roof, where your feet seemed to have a temporarily decent grip. If your eyes fell to either side of you, the ground greeted you below. Slowly turning your head to the left, you noticed how far down the ground seemed. Was it really this far or was this some sort of trick?

A trick, that’s what this must be. Your left foot slid along a shingle and you pushed yourself back up, pressing your back up against the wall as best you could. This wasn’t real, just as none of it usually was. This was some stupid trick, compliments of Pennywise, and all you had to do was realize it wasn’t real and you’d wake up. You would wake up and none of it would be real, you would be safe at home with your alarm going off, and it would have all been a dream. 

“Scared you’re going to fall?” A voice floated from the other corner of the roof, and you pulled your eyes away from the taunting ground. Across from you stood the creature you wanted the see least of all, and It was grinning at you. You could feel your eyes widen and your breath hitch in your throat. “Oh, don’t worry. Your bones’ll bounce back.” You were only vaguely aware that this is what the doctor had told your worried parents after you had fallen. “They’ll bounce right back.” 

None of his words were comforting. “This isn’t real, there’s nothing to fear,” You repeated your mantra out loud, frozen. Pennywise took a step closer. You slid a foot to the side, but it only attempted to slide with your trailing. Regaining yourself, you realized that this roof wasn’t going to hold you as well as a real roof would. This was It’s turf, after all, and now you were playing by It’s rules. 

“Bill!” You called out, hoping that he would hear you from whatever unconscious state you had fallen into. 

“Bill can’t come to the phone right now,” Pennywise answered. “He has his own fears, his own anguish.” He took another step in your direction. “Nowhere for you to go but down, down, down.” 

You tried to stabilize your breathing, anxiously replying, “Fuck you.” There had to be some other way out of here anyway. You whipped your head to either side, looking for what you were missing. There must be some way out of here that wasn’t falling. There always was, right?

Pennywise advanced, and you felt a hand brush against yours from the opposite side of the chimney. A frightening noise came out of your mouth as you attempted to move it out of reach of the other hand while maintaining grip. 

The hand found yours again but was accompanied by a voice this time around. “Y/N. Heh-heh-hey, it’s Buh-Bill.”

“Bill,” Your voice came out in a relieved sigh. “Are you okay?”

He ignored your question. “Cuh-can you move around? There’s a luh-luh-ladder over he-here.” 

An attempt to move only brought your foot slipping again. “No,  I can’t. I can’t move, Bill.” 

“You’ve got it. It’s oh-okay,” Bill’s hand tightened around yours. “If y-y-you slip I’ve guh-got you.” 

From his grip spread warmth and confidence. Taking advantage of the burst of adrenaline, you slowly began to move across the roof, feet taking small steps and your arms remained outstretched. Not even daring to look towards Pennywise, you inched your way across the roof until both your feet were slanted. The ground was certainly unnaturally far away, you realized as you glanced down. The sight made you dizzy. “Duh-don’t look duh-duh-down,” Bill added, and you realized that you could see him out of the corner of your eye. His hair was a little messy, and his eyes seemed more tired than they had before. It was a comforting sight none the less. 

You were almost there when your feet finally did slip. You had been doing amazingly well considering the few attempts you had previously tried had been nothing short of pitiful. It seemed perhaps due that your feet finally did slip, but Bill kept his promise. Somehow stable, his other hand shot out to grab your arm and he pulled you forward.

The action seemed to do it, and the bright sun from on your roof turned into the dim lighting of the cave. “Holy shit,” You breathed after a moment. “Holy shit.” 

“Are yuh-yuh-you okay?” Bill answered.

“Where the fuck did you even come from?” You asked him, your voice coming out in a realized chuckle. 

“I don’t nuh-know.” His hands moved to grab onto your arms tighter. “I was in muh-my buh-basement, and th-th-then I was there.” 

You stood in silence for a moment, catching your breath. “Thank you,” You said finally. Quickly, you moved in for a dark kiss. Easily, you had found his lips and you felt his grip tighten and then relax. In the hectic grey of the storm, this was your yellow moment of happiness. 

Silently, you pulled away. In the dark lighting, it was hard to make out Bill’s expression but he seemed pleased enough. You were smiling at him, although you were sure he couldn’t see it either.

“Should we go kill that fucker?” You asked in a whisper. ‘How romantic,’ you found your inner voice commenting. 

“Oh-okay,” The shadow of Bill’s head moved up and down in a nod. “Cuh-cuh-can we guh-go out f-f-for dinner or suh-something after?” The words came out despite the situation. 

“Okay,” You repeated. With a renewed confidence, you retook Bill’s hand in yours and turned around. If you could do that, you could do anything. 

extra note: ahhh this is so little, :( it also totally veers off from what actually happens. my memory sucks ass sometimes, and the only transcript i could find was very shifty and unclear. i’m sorry this took so long to get out anon! i hope it satisfied your needs. :)

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #bill #denbrough #it #it chapter 2 #pennywise #it 2017 #request #james mcavoy #he is so pretty #:)

[stan-denbrough]

@kaspbrakeddie

@stan-denbrough ok 1. Book/miniseries canon doesn’t apply to the movies. 2. Subtext can be interpreted in many ways so that’s not the same as canon. 3. All I said is that he’s not closer to Richie than any of the others. They’re all his best friends! I’m just tired of people saying he’s the most valid best friend

I really don’t know what you’re trying to get at? Like, people in all fandoms have drawn from various sources to inspire their headcanons, it’s nothing new here! And if you take that attitude you have to tell reddies who like to quote and draw fanart of “You’re so cute!” that they’re wrong because that’s only in the book, not in the movies! Like, Stan doesn’t exist in my head as 100% Andy Bean/Wyatt Oleff. There’s no “definitive” version of Stan or any character. 

I get that a lot of people think it might be pretentious to prefer to create character chimeras from several different incarnations, but I haven’t seen any It fans come across as pretentiously saying “My interpretations are better because I read the book,” so we’re not trying to do that. That’s just how I engage with this character, mostly because I feel like the movies didn’t do him enough justice! Literally no one in this fandom cares about canon, people proudly announce that they disregard canon. 

But like listen... reddie is the most popular ship by a considerable margin.

There is just shit that everyone assumes to be the shared headcanon of the fandom, and it wasn’t Stan’s little army of stans that made the “Stan and Richie are best friends” thing ubiquitous. It was reddie shippers. I’m not saying you can’t have Stan be your fave and also hardcore ship reddie, but that’s not something I can relate to. The point is... some stuff is just popular in a fandom space. This is one of those times. And it’s weird that I see people objecting to it just because it happens to not center Eddie and Richie this one time. 

Plus we never said “Stan and Richie are best friends” was canon anyway. I haven’t seen any posts of people saying everyone has to assume Richie and Stan are bestest buds, people just write posts already assuming that, but very few people are saying it’s “canon.” The most I’ve seen is people refuting the claim made by others that Stan doesn’t like Richie and that they’re not friends. I’m always willing to cop to the fact that I haven’t encountered shit other people are referencing, so granted. 

But I know for a fact you said in your tags that you accept that “of course Stan and Richie are friends,” so the people who say “Nu-uh Stan and Richie are so close they love each other they’re besties!” are refuting both a) haters who say Stan hates Richie or people who just think that’s a funny character trait and play it up in their fics (the anti “Stan is a mega bitch” crowd), and b) genuine criticism that Chapter One really didn’t do a great job of making the Losers act with believable affection toward each other. 

To be fair, I agree with both sides? The first movie did not do a good job with Richie and Stan’s relationship, at least compared to the miniseries. But I don’t accept the interpretation that Stan didn’t like any of his friends or Richie especially. So I’m in complete agreement with you there! I’m just saying that people are drawing from other equally “canon” sources to supplement the relationship between Richie and Stan they felt we deserved to see on the big screen.

What it boils down to is personal preference, and maybe I’m being a nosy bitch, but I thought I’d explain the general consensus on why people are increasingly claiming Stan and Richie had a special relationship. All the Losers are each other’s best friends, but canon acknowledges that Bev wanted something more with Bill and vice versa. And reddies acknowledge that Richie and Eddie have a special relationship. With the way most of them write their fics, they clearly aren’t concerned with making all the Losers best friends, it’s just reddie while the other 5 wave in the background.

The other camp is reddies who like Stan so they want to give his character more credit than the dirt they pay Mike and Ben (and the active hate they project onto Bill), so they usually have Stan be the third wheel, Richie’s best friend who gives his blessing for Eddie to date someone he cares about so much. And maybe they give him his own dating subplot or have him be jealous and petty toward Eddie for stealing his best friend away.

And I saw another point you brought up, if Stan isn’t outwardly affectionate toward Richie isn’t it kind of shitty to imply that he actually does care about him underneath his bitchy exterior? And I say, no, not really? Like, people display different degrees of emotion. But on top of that. No one has a problem with Eddie and Richie actively arguing with each other way more than showing affection to each other, and they ship them romantically! 

So like, at the end of the day, do you, truly! You don’t have to love Stan, you don’t have to like stozier as a ship or friendship. But I can’t just accept “Well all the cool good things about stozier you guys like is from the book and miniseries so it doesn’t count,” because... what? 

#like I don't know sis! If you find it annoying that's fine! #but I find a lot of shit about reddie and reddies annoying as hell too! #she cuts both ways! #stozier #stan uris #stanley uris #richie tozier #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #the losers club #it chapter one #it chapter 1 #it 2017 #it movie #it chapter two #it chapter 2 #it 2019 #it miniseries #it 1990 #it book #it novel #stephen king's it #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #bev marsh #beverly marsh #mike hanlon

[moonythemoody]

The Arcade Token

“I want mine on my left ring finger.” He said this quickly, but calmly. Eddie raised a quizzical eyebrow “Your ring finger?” Richie nervously pushed his glasses up and blinked at Eddie. “Yeah, I'm married to the game.”

AKA 18 year old Richie and Eddie get matching tattoos.

WC:2300

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"Are you sure you want to do this with me?" The voice of his best friend brought Eddie out of his own intrusive thoughts. "Yeah, I'm sure, it's just.." He trailed off, eyeing the tattoo artist and his equipment. Everything about this place felt dirty. Richie had assured him that he'd never had an issue with the guy, and that everything had healed nicely before. "I just really don't want to get a skin disease from this. Not for a tattoo of an arcade token at least. If I ever got a skin disease from a tattoo, I'd want it to be something different."

Eddie had never actually thought about getting a tattoo. The idea was brought up by Richie to the rest of the Losers. He wanted everyone to get matching tattoos before they left Derry. This was suggested back in March when Richie had turned 18. Now it was September, and everyone but Eddie had backed out. Every time someone backed out, Richie had made a point to joke about how everyone but him was a pussy, but Eddie could tell it was making him sad. They didn't want to leave each other behind, but they definitely needed to get out of this godforsaken town. Enough was enough, after that clown bullshit, Eddie would've been happy to move right then.

“I bet you'd get a tattoo of a heart that says mommy, wouldn't you? I would too, I love your mom.” Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled at the sleeve of his sweater nervously. The jokes about his mom were so old, but he knew Richie was just trying to calm him down. “Seriously, stop talking. I'm going to go first so I can just get this over with.” Eddie plopped down in the chair in front of the tattoo artist who began to lay his work out in front of him. Eddie had decided to get his on the inside of his right wrist. The little token was drawn out on some transfer paper and then was applied to his skin. The artist brought out the tattoo gun and looked at Eddie for confirmation. Eddie nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. Turning towards Richie who sat on a stool to his left he breathed in sharply as the needles met with his sensitive skin.

Richie leaned towards his friend and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You doing okay there Eds?” He asked quietly. Eddie peeked through his eyes to look at Richie, whos glasses had fallen down towards the tip of his nose when he leaned forward. Almost instinctively, he lifted his left and to push the glasses back to their regular spot on the bridge of the boys nose. “I'm okay, it just hurts.” He hissed when the gun pressed too hard on his wrist. His hand, still hanging in the air between he and Richie squeezed into a tight fist. Richie reached up and grabbed Eddie's arm and brought his hand into his own. “It's alright! It's halfway done!” He smiled and looked over at Eddie's exposed right wrist. The tattoo artist sat up, looking between his reference object and the work he had done so far. “You're doing much better than your friend did. Although, he did get his first tattoo right on his chest.” Eddie looked from the artist to Richie and then back again. “He has a tattoo on his chest?” His head snapped back to Richie, “Did you actually get a heart with my moms name in it on you?” Richie laughed and shook his head. “You wish. Shut up and pay attention to yourself, he's almost done.”

As the stinging sensation formed a final circle around the details of the tattoo, Eddie squeezed Richies sweaty palm in his once more before letting go. He looked down and smiled at the small reminder of his childhood and his best friends. “Woah! It's awesome!” He watched as his wrist was wiped down and wrapped in plastic wrap. He knew that wasn't going to stay on for very long, no matter what Richie or this guy said.

Richie took the seat next. “I want mine on my left ring finger.” He said this quickly, but calmly. Eddie raised a quizzical eyebrow “Your ring finger?” Richie nervously pushed his glasses up and blinked at Eddie. “Yeah, I'm married to the game.” Eddie reached over to smack his shoulder, but instantly regretted it, seeing as how he used the same arm that had just been stabbed a million times with tiny needles. Richie sat through the same process, but barely flinched. Eddie felt embarrassed to offer his hand to someone so collected, but he offered anyways. Richie nodded and grabbed is hand, he was shaky and holding onto him tightly. Eddie smiled and admired his tattoo.

He wouldn't admit this to anyone, but Eddie was really happy that the other boys had backed out. Eddie had been his friend longest, so it was special to have something between the two of them. Never mind the subtle flirting they had been doing for years.. Or at least, that's what Eddie had thought it was, he'd always thought Richie was cute. His never ending collection of Hawaiian shirts, his block glasses and the hair that got shaggier every year just spoke to Eddie. And although he was a trashmouth, and made awful jokes about his mother, Eddie had kind of hoped he and Richie would go away from Derry together.. But that was crazy.. If he ever spoke a word of this to anyone, they'd shut him out, so he would try his hardest to let go of everything to save his friendship.

Richie breezed through his tattoo like it was nothing. After paying, the two of them walked out of the shop, and down the street. It wasn't until they'd gotten to the light that Eddie realized he had left his fanny pack with his inhaler by the chair. Richie offered to go get it, but Eddie was determined to talk to the tattoo artist one more time.

Richie had changed the subject of his first tattoo far too quickly, Eddie was dying to know what ridiculous thing he'd gotten, and figured that the artist would remember. He pushed the door open when he got to the shop and the guy from earlier looked up, and nodded to the table where the bag was waiting. Eddie went to grab it and stopped at the artist, trying to get his inhaler out. “What was my friends first tattoo?” He put the bag on the counter and the guy scratched his head. “It's gonna take a second to come back to me, but it was something weird.” Eddie pulled his blue inhaler out of the bag and took a puff of it. The guy across the counter looked at the inhaler and pointed. “Oh! It was something like that! But he had me put a ribbon around it that said loser or something.” Eddie froze with the inhaler at his lips. “Oh, neat. Okay thanks!” Eddie grabbed the bag and ran out of there, taking another puff as he ran out of the shop. His cheeks were burning red when he got back to Richie.

“Dude slow down! You look like you're about to pass out!” Richie grabbed him by his shoulders and looked at him, searching for an answer to the panic Eddie seemed to carry. “Are you okay?” His grip seemed to tighten a little as he waited for an answer from the boy in front of him. Eddie had to think of something, and he had to think of it fast. “Uh, I saw them cleaning up blood and it was really close to my bag, so I just want to get home and clean this.” Richie sighed and released his shoulders. “Don't scare me like that! I thought you were about to die.”

Eddie trailed behind Richie and grinned softly. Richie had a tattoo dedicated to Eddie, and Eddie was going to find the perfect moment to hold that over him..

That perfect moment wouldn't come for another 22 years.

“Yeah, I just added Ryu to the squad” Richie was sitting at the table with the other Losers. It had been way too long, but he was happy to be back with them.. Even if they were back to kill that fucking clown. “I just started getting tattoos of my favorite video game characters and I just kept going. I guess that arcade tattoo really started something for me.” Richie looked over at Eddie, remembering the matching token he had on his wrist. “How's yours Eddie? Add anything to your arm?” Eddie looked down at his covered wrist. “No.” He muttered “I actually got it removed.”

Richie's face fell. “Oh.. Really?” He tried not to take it too personally. Richie didn't even remember that his tattoo had a twin until an hour ago, it certainly didn't change the fact that he was disappointed. “That's okay man, I shouldn't have asked anyone to join me in the first place. I was already used to it.” He laughed a little and put his hand over his heart where his first tattoo was placed. “I picked a stupid spot for my first.” Eddie's head snapped up, it was coming back to him. The other Losers looked around the table at each other, Bev was the first to ask. “What is your first tattoo, Richie? I wasn't here, so I've never been told.” Richie could feel his face heat up. All eyes were on him. “Come to think of it, you never showed me either, Rich.” Mike chimed in. Bill and Ben nodded in agreement.

“Oh c'mon guys, you're really going to pressure me into flashing you all in the middle of a restaurant?” They all nodded. Eddie leaned in closer to Richie. “What, are you going to be a pussy about it, or should I just tell them what we both know?” Richie's eyes flash over to Eddie, he's confused, he's never told anyone in this group what his first tattoo was. It had been such a well kept secret! But he was also terrified, the tone in Eddie's voice sent a chill down his spine. What the hell does he know? His mind was racing, How would he have found out? Richie tried to remember what had happened that day, but Eddie spoke again. “He never got a tattoo on his chest. He just said he did to try and get all of us to join him.” The panic hadn't entirely dissipated, but he was pleased to know he wouldn't have to show everyone what he had gotten. “You got me!” He laughed, holding his hands up in the air in surrender.

What the fuck?

Richie spent most of the night trying to remember their visit to the tattoo shop, but he couldn't for the life of him remember. Everyone left the restaurant and headed back to the boarding house. Richie sat at his desk in his room, trying to go over material for his tour in the coming weeks, but his mind kept wandering. He couldn't stop remembering how it felt to hold Eddie's hand that day. He couldn't stop remembering how he got the token on his ring finger, hoping to make a statement. “Oh for the love of god, I'm so stupid!” Richie spoke out loud. He leaned forward with his head in his hands until he heard a knock at the door. “Richie? It's Eddie, can I come in?”

Richie looked at the door and froze. He opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out. He stood up, adjusted the papers on his desk and walked over to the door. He took a deep breath before reaching for the cold door knob and pulling the door open. “Hey Eds, whats up?” He smiled and pushed his glasses back up his nose. Eddie smiled “I wanted to talk to you about something.” Richie nodded and gestured for him to come into his room. “What can I do for ya, Spagheds?” Eddie closed the door behind him, he was fidgety, which wasn't unusual, but he seemed extra nervous. “I know what your first tattoo is, and I need you to show it to me before I say my next thing.”

Richie was shocked, Eddie knew? “No way you know, you're trying to trick me.” Eddie raised an eyebrow “It's my blue fuckin inhaler. Show me damn it.” Richie felt the color drain from his face. He knew? How did he know? Richie fumbled with the neck line of his shirt and pulled it down to the left so Eddie could see the tattoo. It was the blue inhaler alright, with the word Loser with the bright red v over the s under it. Richie looked down at his feet and frowned. “I guess you know that now, huh?” Richie looked up at Eddie for some sort of sign.

What he got was certainly not what he expected. Eddie lunged forward and kissed him, full force on the mouth. His lips were desperate to communicate to Richie what his heart had felt for years. Eddie grabbed his best friend by the shoulder and went to pull down his shirt collar too. “Right after you left, I went and got this.” Eddie had gotten a tattoo of Richie's old glasses, his tattoo also sported the Loser/Lover word. Richie looked from the tattoo to Eddie and back again. “You did this... For me?” He spoke just above a whisper. “Of course I did, doofus. I've loved you since I was thirteen.” Richie beamed “Even when I did the British guy thing?” He could feel his eyes prickling with tears “Especially when you did the British guy thing.” Eddie grabbed his face and kissed him again. “I should probably mention that I never actually got the token taken off. Myra wanted me to, but I just covered it up with my watch whenever we were married.” The pair smiled at each other and leaned back in for another kiss. Eddie knew what he wanted his next tattoo to be, if only Richie hadn't gotten his arcade token on his left ring finger, maybe they could match.

#Reddie #Richie Tozier #it chapter 2 #it chapter ii #reddie fic

[gellavonhamster]

Clown novel, p. 900 - the end:

okay, so That Scene surely happened even though it really, really didn’t have to, and I think what made me the most uncomfortable about it was not even the age of the characters (though I suppose it would have been a little less uncomfortable if they were older) and not the issue of how much all of them actually consented to it (including Beverly, because I can’t help but only see this moment as one of those instances of the kids not acting on their own volition but as the instruments of the Turtle or the Other), but how it played again into painting Beverly as The Girl of the group. All Losers have certain superpowers, if you will: Bill’s talent for leadership and magnetic personality, Mike’s research stills, Ben’s talent for inventing/architecture, Eddie’s internal compass, Richie’s Voices, Stan using his knowledge and firm belief in what’s real and what’s not to drive It back, even though it must be this very belief, this rationality that makes him unable to deal with the return of It... and then Bev has the Magic of the Feminine Sex or some shit. She’s also their sharpshooter, of course, but that aspect is given much less attention than the fact that she’s the First Love, the ultimate woman, the sex object. Even though it is clearly seen from the moment when she makes everyone draw lots to decide who’s staying on guard while they’re trying to induce visions with smoke that she doesn’t want them to see her as other, she wants to be their equal. She thinks she has power when she has sex with them, but how much more powerful it would have been if she saved them with the purely platonic kind of love, the kind her father didn’t believe she was capable of having with these boys? Anyway, this was absolutely unnecessary and Stephen King can’t write women, but what else is new

I lowkey wish we saw the destruction of Derry in Chapter Two - that was strangely beautiful and felt right and would have looked impressive on screen - but then the movies, iirc, don’t make it clear that Derry essentially exists only for It as It’s cattle farm and puppet theatre rolled into one, so this would not have carried the same significance as in the book

also, the final fight with It was so much cooler than in the movie, but I think it really would have been impossible to film the way it was described in the book because an important thing about what Bill and Richie see is that it is utterly unconceivable. Trying to visualize in in the same manner for everyone in the audience would have probably made ir less powerful. Anyway, Richard Trashmouth Records Tozier really almost talked the ancient eldritch alien to death and told it "hey bitch, you're never too old to rock and roll", and we simply have to stan    

I would say that the ending of the novel is, on the one hand, probably more humane because the Losers forgot all the pain and horror they went through, forgot the terrible deaths of their friends... but, on the other hand, these pain and horror shaped them as persons, made them what they are, and is it worth forgetting all the good stuff just so that one can forget the bad stuff as well? Is it worth losing the best friends you ever had, especially if/when you don’t have that many close connections? So I’m glad Chapter Two diverges from the book in this part. This forgetting was for me one of the many things in the novel that felt much scarier than It.

Overall, I actually enjoyed this book a lot, even though I absolutely hated many parts of it and the ending makes it impossible for me to say that I really loved it. I think it was while I was liveblogging it on Twitter, or maybe earlier at some point, when one person told me that it's more like their favourite topic/type of fiction than their favourite book, and now I can definitely see what they meant because the friendship/found family/basically-soulmates content is *chef's kiss* but also I really wish many things were different in terms of the plot and how some characters were written. I can say that I got what I wanted from this book because now I have much fuller pictures of characters' personalities in my head + some secondary characters that weren't/barely were in the movies + some lore… now I can go back to reading fix-it fic in peace, ha. And possibly watching the miniseries.

#gella talks it #it tag #beverly marsh #richie tozier #talk talk talk #i'm probably forgetting something but it's not like many people read these posts anyway #but. like. if anyone wants to talk i'm listening

[jennifersbod]

ooh i forgot to ask you but what did you think about chapter 2??

asdfghjkl i have Feelings™ and i’m making this public to see if other feels the same because rn i feel kinda lonely in my criticisms (anyway doron ily and feel free to dm me if you wanted this to be a private convo asdfghj). that said, i still really loved the movie as a whole, and i feel like it did hit the most important parts of the book in a mostly satisfying way. this answer is gonna be spoiler-heavy so like anyone reading this who doesn’t want spoilers can yeet themselves now.

starting with cons because i like saving the best things for last:

bev’s cycle of abuse storyline NEVER getting fully resolved. in the book tom has a super satisfying death and the movie completely ignored the entire thing. this felt messy/problematic as most abuse survivors will know that abusers tend to track their victims. knowing he’s still out there, if i were bev, would leave me forever nervous.

also bev’s being psychic from the deadlights (???) and saying they’ll all die if they don’t help is a moralistic cop out because it changes their basic motivations from love and goodness and light to just being scared they’re all going to die (meaning they didn’t fully conquer their fear or overcome it because they’d die anyway). (wouldn’t this also mean that richie became psychic after his run-in with the deadlights in the third act?? who knows because it wasn’t fleshed out any further)

eddie’s being used as comic relief. i laughed with everyone else when angel of the morning came on but like where’d it come from, y’all??? if anything paul bunyun should’ve been the comic relief scare.

mike’s parents being crackheads and dying in a fire (i know they did this in the first film too and it pissed me off just as much then). mike and his relationship with his father at his death bed was such a HUGE part of the book for me and they scrapped it completely for a racist trope AND robbed us of a black spot scene and the giant bird

barely anything of stan before he yeeted himself off the board. just like as a jew, i loved how the book handled the antisemitism of derry and the world at large. if handled correctly, it could’ve been super timely and relevant, but nope.

they left out don talking to the cops after adrian

henry bowers’s whole subplot was rushed and honestly could’ve been left out completely if they were just going to do it wrong like that

audra, where tf is audra

ALL THE CGI was laughable- mrs. kersh was honestly ruined for me with that last bit of cgi. it’s something that so easily could’ve been accomplished with practical effects (it’s basically the same makeup they could’ve copied from the bathtub scene in the shining), but this is a problem that’s pretty pervasive in the genre right now that andy falls into way too much

this is kind of a more arguable one, but leaving out the turtle and 'He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts’

amy adams not being cast over jessica chastain only because i really miss sharp objects and sofia/amy playing the same character

i also wish they’d gone into ben’s whole architect thing more and included how he’d subconsciously replicated part of the derry library in one of his buildings

the ending being so small in scale, like, the book had a bigger scope of the town and i missed that (also IT’s eggs)

i’m sure i have more but that feels like a lot so imma stop there

tldr; i have petty opinions on what they should’ve kept from the book and the look of the cgi

pros!!!

bill hader, BILL HADER, BILL HADER- an actor i’ve loved and believe in since his snl days a decade ago playing a character i’ve always related to and loved from a book i read a decade ago is more than i ever could’ve asked for and he stole the movie #hader2020

the expansion of richie’s sexuality. never explicit in the book, but a wonderfully worthwhile storyline in the film that hader and wolfhard both absolutely kill

THE BIRD PUZZLE !!!!

stan’s death being portrayed the way it was and not being used for shock value in the least!!! and andy bean in general!!!

xavier dolan as adrian was heartbreaking and he made me cry (people have mixed feelings about it being included in the movie but it’s important to recognize that it was based on a true story that largely inspired the book’s themes)

all the eddie x richie content… even 2 months ago i could never see this happening even though i’ve shipped it since i read the book and i’m still in shock tbh. the hammock scene was the cutest fucking thing i’ve ever seen in my entire life and i want it to play on my gravestone.

james ransone was perfect casting and i love him with all my heart, he played it perfectly and somehow made reddie mutual when the script didn’t make it fully clear

the scene transitions were gorgeous and almost made up for the shoddy cgi

STEPHEN KING’S CAMEO bitch give me $300

“ayooo silver away!!” being included

eddie getting stabbed in the face and still criticizing bower’s mullet and people still think he’s straight

 the “here’s johnny” moment

tHE BRIDGE

the turtle in ben’s classroom !!!

richie’s going to temple for stan !!!

benverly endgame!!!

my favorite addition was honestly the pomeranian and richie and eddie fawning over it (dog dads au pls)

i could literally mention every loser’s interaction with each other but this post would get even longer so yeah no

kiss me, fatboy

beep beep richie even if it was only really once

beverly smashing the mirror when ben is being carved up isn’t talked about enough but i loved that moment

the losers not forgetting each other was a welcome change from the book for me personally and i’m glad to see a stephen king adaptation somehow make the ending lighter than the book’s

i feel like most of the pros have been touched on at length on this website so i don’t want to list anymore and end up being repetitive, but i did adore the movie and i think it’s unlikely anyone would’ve made a version that would satisfy me more so i’m really thankful we got what we got.

#answered #me using this as an excuse to rant obsessively lmao #julies-andrews #usershaysh #it chapter two spoilers #it19 #it spoilers #long post tw #horror #stephen king #personal

[eternallyitson]

I haven’t posted anything in a long time, I’ve just been too unhappy to care about posting stuff. But I just saw It: Chapter 2 a few hours ago, and I gotta get some of this off my chest because it’s bugging the hell outta me.

***SPOILER FREE***

First off let me just say that I’m not one of these new bandwagon fans. I’m an actual fan of the book. I got to know the book before anything. And after the book, I watched the original It film (technically a miniseries). And that was all before the 2017 film even came out. On top of that, I’m an avid fan of The Dark Tower and the Stephen King universe in general, and anyone who knows the books knows that they all cross paths and connect to each other. My favorite book of all time is Insomnia, which some people think of as a spiritual sequel to It. I don’t, but I understand why some do. It takes place in Derry less than 10 years after It, some of the events in It are referenced, and Mike Hanlon from It is even a minor character in Insomnia. I say all of that to say that all my opinions on the new It are coming from someone who’s a legitimate fan. And I don’t consider myself to be a picky, disgruntled fan.

So the book vs the miniseries vs the 2017 & 2019 films — Obviously the book is the best, that’s almost always the case when a film adaptation of a novel comes out. If you have never read the book, but you like the movie, I would suggest reading the book. The story goes so much deeper than what it shows in the film. — The miniseries... It’s considered a classic, and it’s okay but for me personally it’s kinda eh. It’s lukewarm at best. It’s closer to the book than the new movies are, and it contains much more of the book’s contents than the new movies do. But the problem with the miniseries is that it tells the story is such an asinine way. And even though they do include many things from the book, the way they are included is so graceless and ham-fisted. But it’s also got a little bit of a distinct vibe and atmosphere, with the music/soundtrack and everything which is kinda cool I think. — And that leads me to the new movies. As I said, the miniseries is a little closer to the book than the new ones are, BUT despite that and with all things considered, I think the 2017 It movie is better than the 1990 It miniseries. With the 2017 It, it screwed some things up, but it still managed to do a pretty good job capturing the feeling. I think the miniseries missed a little bit of that. I don’t want to call it stiff, but it was kinda phoned in as far as the relationships go. And the 2017 one felt a little more real. That’s why I say don’t consider myself to be picky, disgruntled fan. The 2017 may have got things wrong, and in a couple of instances it was enough to annoy me, but as a whole I did indeed enjoy it. And I did watch it multiple times after that.

But with It: Chapter 2, they really messed up a lot of shit about the story. This is not a spoiler because it’s something they talk about pretty early on in the film, but almost everything surrounding the ritual of Chüd is changed. In the movie Mike tells them about how he visited a Native American tribe and they showed this to him, and just all of that stuff... I mean first off as someone who Native American myself, it annoyed me to watch that whole angle. Second, that’s soooo different than how it goes in the book. They do that on their own, as kids, and Mike isn’t the only one to see it. I don’t like the way they have the rest of the group continuously gang up on Mike and call him a liar through out the movie. They way they kept treating him overall was very uncharacteristic. But that’s beside the point. Anyway, that object he has in the movie just does not exist in the book. 90% of the way that aspect was portrayed in the movie is incorrect.

I don’t understand why the Chapter 2 even bothers to show the Loser’s clubhouse and all that. One of my biggest issues with Chapter 1 was how they completely excluded The Barrens. Except for their rock fight, The Barrens wasn’t even in the film. Which pissed me off because it is arguably the most important, and most crucial location in the entire story of It. Not that damn house on Neibolt St. That house is a significant location in the book, yes. But it’s not the sort of end all, be all it is in the movie. They only go there as a whole group one time. ALL of that was stuff that should have happened in The Barrens. And their clubhouse was sort of a big thing for them. There’s a whole section of the story dedicated to how they built it. So I was pissed they left The Barrens out of Chapter One, but completely thrown off about why they decided to make the clubhouse a thing for Chapter Two. Like we are supposed to believe they built it AFTER they defeated Pennywise??? No. They build it before way before that even happens. And I should even say “they” because in the movie they pass it along as something Ben built himself.

The last (I would say) third of the movie was all wrong completely. Or almost completely. I think there was 2 details in the final act of the movie that were right, and 1 detail that was partially right, and all the rest was wrong. In some ways, some of what you see in the final act of Chapter 2 is almost the complete opposite of what happens in the book. As I said, this is going to be spoiler free because that wouldn’t be cool of me to ruin it for people who haven’t seen it. Although, if there’s anybody who sees the new It: Chapter 2 and not read the book, and you want to know what is incorrect about the ending, shoot me a message or something and I can tell you what is wrong in the ending, and what is actually the complete opposite.

So it was pretty frustrating for me to watch. Overall, this is how I would order them all: The novel>the 2017 film>the 1990 miniseries>the 2019 film

#it #it 2019 #it chapter 2 #it chapter two #pennywise #pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise the clown #stephen king

[juniperhillpatient]

Could you write Richie introduces Beverly to comic books? Obviously a friendship thing

Thank you for the prompt ❤️❤️❤️ I’m sorry it’s so late. I spent forever editing it and then Tumblr reloaded & I had to re-edit. Save stuff on Microsoft Word always, I guess.

 Anyway, this was so fun to write. Richie & Bev’s friendship is so important. I based this off the book partially because I’m currently re-reading and that’s where my mindset is and partially because I wanted to reference this really cool fifties horror comic anthology I have, so this is set in the fifties like the book. It’s just a fun little one-shot though so I think if you’ve only watched the movies this will (hopefully) be just fine!

Anyway, I really hope you enjoy  ❤️❤️❤️

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“You cheated!”

“Did not.”

“Richie, come on, you distracted me by pointing to the window and stole one of my cards.” The two of them were sitting in Richie’s kitchen, a bowl of chopped melon and two cups of juice as well as an array of card games between them on the table.

“But I tawt I taw a putty cat!” Richie protested, waving his arms wildly. Then, in his normal voice. “Come on Bev, I wouldn’t cheat. I saw a cat out in the yard and because I am a good friend who points out cute animals, I wanted you to see it too.” He paused and rolled his eyes with an air of over-the-top drama and spoke in his most sarcastic voice. “I’m sooo sorry for being a considerate friend, Beverly, truly, sooo sorry.”

Beverly couldn’t help but giggle, but she stood her ground all the same. “First of all, it’s wet and gross out there so if there was a cat it wouldn’t have been cute it would have looked like a rat. Second of all, Richie, I would’ve won if you hadn’t done that and we both know it.”

Beverly recognized a spark in Richie’s eye that told her yes, he had stolen the card and would admit to doing so but not until after some decent banter. It was a lazy sort of afternoon, and this was not the first time the two of them had fallen into amiable arguing. There was a light rain pattering against the window. Maggie Tozier was sitting in the living room reading a novel by Beverly Cleary & Went Tozier was away working at the dentist’s office. 

Beverly appreciated spending time at Richie’s, and her willingness to play along with his shtick was her way of thanking him for inviting her over. Neither of them would ever in a million years bring up the fact that he’d been staring at the yellowing bruise on her cheek the previous afternoon when the losers were playing in the barrens, or that he’d obviously overheard her confiding to Eddie, as the two of them sat quietly off to the side, that she didn’t want to go home. Richie thought privately that Beverly had told Eddie this because she thought Eddie might understand such a feeling. Richie, however, never would have shared such an insight with anyone.

“Why I never,” Richie said, taking on the voice and demeanor of an overtly proper British person. “How dare you accuse me of such blasphemy!”

“Beep beep Richie,” Bev said, rolling her eyes. “What is that voice even supposed to be?”

“It’s a British guy,” Richie said in dramatic outrage. “I know you know what a British accent sounds like, Bev. Come on, give me something!”

“A British accent is more like this, Richie. Listen,” she made her voice much higher and did her best impression of a British accent. “Jolly oh, jolly oh good sir, oh yes indeed.”

“That’s terrible!” Richie groaned, falling back in his seat dramatically and throwing his arm over his face in disgust. They spent the next twenty minutes or so arguing over what a British accent sounded like and doing horrible impressions. The notion of playing any more games, it seemed, was gone. Beverly hadn’t expected card playing to last long anyway. Any kind of activity that required lasting attention was unlikely to be of great success with Richie. Richie had suggested they go to the movies when he called her up in the morning, there was a good monster picture showing at the Aladdin, but neither of them had any money. So, instead, they were spending the afternoon at Richie’s, to which Beverly had no objection. The Toziers’ place felt the way a home should. She thought Richie knew that she felt that way, and that’s why he often invited her over on days like today when the other losers were busy (Bill with speech therapy, Mike with housework, Ben with summer reading) or didn’t want to come out in the rain (Stan and Eddie).

“Alright you two,” Mrs. Tozier, whom Beverly liked a lot, interrupted just as Richie was halfway through a stream of truly profane words in an embarrassingly bad British accent.

“Sorry, Mrs. Tozier,” Beverly said in a hurry.

“Yeah, sorry, Mom,” Richie said.

“That’s okay. Just keep it down a little, alright?”

“Sure, of course, Mom,” Richie said.

“And keep that trashy language out of your mouth,” Mrs. Tozier told her son. “Especially around a lady.”

Beverly, who had been squealing with laughter before Mrs. Tozier entered the room, felt her cheeks flush. Richie’s mom, she thought, got what being a mom was about. She always had snacks, though usually healthy ones due to her husband’s dental profession, and often said nothing when Beverly would stay over late into the night on days when the thought of going home made her too sick to handle and she just needed to listen to Richie talk about nothing and make stupid noises for hours.

“Come on, let’s do something else,” Beverly said, putting the cards away as Mrs. Tozier left the room.

“Yeah,” Richie said standing. “I’ll show you my new ‘Weird Love’ comic!”

“Your -what now?” Beverly asked, intrigued.

“My new Weird Love comic. It’s a great one. It’s all about this girl who’s in love with a man who acts in a circus as a clown. She really likes him, except she’s embarrassed because she’s dating a clown.”

“I’m sorry what? What the heck are ‘Weird Love’ comics anyway?” Beverly asked.

“Oh, you’re kidding me!” Richie cried. “You’ve never read a ‘Weird Love’ comic? They’re great. They’re horror comics but about romance. Like, people who fall in love with monsters.”

Beverly shivered. “Who would want to fall in love with a monster? Or a clown? Yuck.”

As Beverly followed Richie out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room, thoughts of another clown, a distinctly unlovable clown, clouded her mind. She shoved such thought way as she and Richie entered his room. On the floor were toy soldiers he and Mike had set up in lines facing each other in preparation for battle, a jigsaw puzzle he had been working on with Stan, and a Mad Libs story he and Bill had been filling in with increasingly dirty words.

“Check it out,” he told her, grabbing a comic with a clown and a pretty lady on the cover from his dresser and flopping onto his belly on his messy bed.

Beverly followed suit, laying on her belly next to him and looking over his shoulder at the comic.

Years later, Beverly would remember the comic book clown, who was called Ben, and his creepy makeup and how it had delighted her child’s mind. Sitting in a much nicer and fancier home than she could have dreamed of at twelve years old, Beverly Hanscom would put her feet up on the coffee looking across to where Richie sat, looking off into the distance, being much quieter than she was used to. As the sounds of Bill and Mike’s argument about who would win in a bike race despite both of them being too old, and, on that particular occasion too drunk, to participate in such a race, she would remember that rainy afternoon and ask Richie about it. She would ask him if he ever thought it was kind of amazing how much they loved those silly horror comics at the time, considering everything they had been going through. “Nah,” Richie would respond in a quiet voice. “We were kids. Kids aren’t as easy to rattle as adults.”

Adult Richie would be right. As the two children read the comic together, flipping the pages eagerly as they became acquainted with Janie, a respectable and pretty woman, and Ben the clown, they giggled and gasped in equal measure. Neither of them brought up the real clown, the one that was stalking their every move and taunting them with things they didn’t like to think about like the soft way Beverly’s dad would sometimes ask “are you still my little girl, Bevvie?” or the way that werewolf had been wearing a jacket with Richie’s name on it and maybe he was the monster and it was him and his bad and secret (dirty) feelings causing all this pain.

Instead, they read the comic and laughed and Beverly asked Richie if she could borrow it so she could read it again. 

“I don’t think so, I wanna show it to Eddie. He goes nuts over these things. Loves 'em more than I do. And he hasn’t seen this one yet.” He paused and rolled off the bed onto the floor. He dug under his bed for a moment and produced two more comics, also with 'Weird Love’ printed on the covers in weird, gooey looking letters. “Here though, you can borrow these. This one,” he tossed her a comic with a woman screaming in terror on the cover. “Is about a woman who’s going crazy, but the guy who loves her has no clue. And this one,” he tossed her a comic with a man standing in front of a group of serious-looking people, “is about a woman who falls for a commie.” He said 'commie’ like a dirty word, soft and reverent. Beverly giggled.

“Thanks, Richie!” she said with a grin.

“Well, you’re gonna have to let me know what you think of them,” he said. “I’ve already read those ones like a billion times.”

“You have no idea how much a billion is you dummy,” Beverly said.

Richie stuck his tongue out at her and she proceeded to whop him in the face with a pillow.

The rest of the afternoon the two of them watched television and argued over whether the girl in the comic, Janie, had been crazy for being in love with that clown or if maybe that circus clown had some odd charm about him after all.

Another thing Beverly would remember, years later as the losers sat together in Ben and Beverly’s house, visiting as they did every few months, would be how very happy they had been. Even with everything going on and their lives in danger, they’d laughed so much that afternoon. 

#richie tozier #beverly marsh #it #losers club #it fanfic #prompts #I hope you like this ahhh <3 #rose pretends she can write about it

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Covenant ch 12

summery:  They did it, IT was left to die alone in the tunnels under Derry. months have passed and the losers thrived after what seems to feel like a curse lifting off the town. if only Beverly had not decided to make a last minute deal with IT on its death bed. will her choice to let IT live destroy all that she holds dear?

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language and gore

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~ch: 12 Recovery~

“what's happening? Why are you here?!” her chest tightening from fear. Was this a sign she was dying? Was the turtle here to help her along? Maybe he was here instead to help her back? Could he even do either of those?

“my brother tried to care for you. He's not built well to care for things, unfortunately.” the large turtle spoke gently. What he said not easing her thumping heart.

The book she read saying this would happen. The adoptive parent unable to care for its new child. It was a matter of time before something happened between them.

“he really tried easing your sickness, but he knows he cannot fix this. It has gotten too far for him to fight back.” calmly explaining the situation to the sick girl. “I was surprised by him asking me for help.”

“he asked you to heal me?” surprised herself at hearing that.

“yes. An amazing leap for someone who usually despises me the same as humans. I assume your deal went really well since he's grown so attached?”

“yes. ...” swallowing a lump in her throat at the thought of the deals details.

“... don't feel too bad.” the turtle comforted her. Aware of the deal and her actions to set it in stone. “he is right when he says it must be someone. You and me both would rather he not, but it is not possible for him. An unfortunate effect of nature in our world you see.”

“... will he keep his deal?” she asked. Thinking that maybe the turtle could answer.

“he does want to hold the deal for you. Even if he didn't, he has no choice.”

“why?”

“ cosmic beings must be held to their responsibilities. If we weren't our actions would cause much unneeded chaos for everyone in every universe. When he made that deal, he knows very well that breaking it would be death for him.”

“do breaking contracts always mean death when broken? Will all of us die if we break it?”

“no and no. the deal was made to let him live. The deal is now attached to his life. As a cosmic being, it's only so strictly attached to him. Not all of you, which is why he wanted you to tell so badly. Refusing to tell you exactly the reason why. Any of you break the deal and he'll have no leg to stand on in defense.”

“I didn't know that.” guilt stabbing her heart. “no wonder he was so worried about it.”

“he would have never told you. It takes time to get anything out of him, I should know.”

“thank you, for talking with me.”

“no problem. You'll be heading back now.” he smiled lightly.

“wait! Do you know where all the children being stolen are?!”

“no, unfortunately. My view on Derry is limited to the surroundings of my brother. I tried warning you ahead of time when the principal attacked. In case my brother had trouble reaching you in time.”

“warn me?” looking back to that event. She didn't remember ever hearing a warning or a sign- “wait, the carved turtles on the desk.” remembering the image in the wood. Remembering back to another turtle made of chalk. The one that drew her attention to the river. To the drainage pipe leading to IT.

“did you set me up to make a deal with IT?” glaring up at the floating turtle up high.

“I admit I may have suggested you to visit him, but not to make a deal. I had no idea what you would do. I knew he wasn't a threat in his condition and I knew you were a smart girl. I wanted him to have a chance to be happy. You were the perfect one to make it possible.” raising its flippers up in celebration. “now here we are.”

“heh, better not tell him that when I get back … thank you.” she smiled.

“I must warn you. It won't feel like you're better when you wake. Give it an hour to let it catch up.” waving her goodbye. The turtle getting farther away same as all the stars flowing around her. The blackness disappearing to her waking under the covers. Back in ITs nest lightly lit up by the orange glowing wagon. Sitting herself up having her feel the soreness of her body. Aching under the flu attacking her. Coughing out her sore throat when she tried to swallow some spit.

ITs scales flexed forward at the noise. The large insects head swinging around to examine her.

“you're awake!” ITs voice full of relief filled happiness. “how do you feel?”

“still sick, but improving.” smiling despite her voice scratching on her throat like rusty nails. Her smile dropping at the sight of IT. The wheezing of its breath as bad as the day she first made the deal. Limbs shaking to hold itself up. Or limply laying across the bedding.

“are you okay?” Beverly hit by concern asked up to IT.

“I'll be fine.” doing a poor job of lying past its wheezing.

“have you gone out at all since I got sick?”

“... no … I've been keeping your body from wasting away in your sleep. You don't have to worry about anything. The school thinks you're dealing with a family emergency. Your aunt still thinks you've been going to school.” steering the conversation along.

“have you eaten anything?” her voice quiet on the question.

“... not yet. ...” ITs voice the same softness.

“I'll get you someone.” nervous about fetching another meal, but after what IT did. she couldn't allow him to waste away. IT opened its mouth to object. Shutting it at accepting the offer it desperately needed right now. Its condition having been let go far too long to hunt.

“ … Maturin says I'll be better soon.” making sure to let IT know.

the mention of the turtles name souring ITs expression instantly. “how long?” IT asked. A minor growl escaping its throat.

“an hour.” the answer made IT grumble.

“an hour? … lazy turtle could have shortened it … not like he's doing anything else.” grumbling to avoid giving his brother any sort of praise. Attention brought back to Beverly asking him a question.

“what time is it?” the girl having long lost how much time had passed. At least able to guess it was Monday.

“6 in the morning.”

she thought over the timing. “by the time I reach school I'll be fine again.” taking a breath to stand.

“what are you doing? Sit back down!”

“I need to go to school.” she answered.

“you're still sick! Did you completely miss the whole thing of you being on death's door?! Inches from death and you want to go do work?!”

“I've been gone long enough and I need to find … somebody. Besides, I am sure the guys are missing me. Did they ever cause you trouble?”

“yes.” IT growled. “they blamed me for causing your sickened sleep. Tried to take you away to the hospital, but you wouldn't have made it far out of my nest. I had to keep you here to prevent your health from sinking like a rock.”

“it would be better I tell them its not then … I now know your more stuck in this deal then I am … I want to make sure they know you won't be any trouble. Okay?” working to convince IT.

IT grumbled to itself more on the “stupid turtle blabbing”. Sighing a “very well.”

“thank you.” smiling up to IT.

An hour later Bev was making it back to school. Backpack on with an overly huge fresh lunch bag in hand. Despite her saying it wasn't needed IT managed to fetch her a few fresh lunches anyway. A bag filled with 4 full meals that she hadn't been able to check yet.

“Beverly?!” she heard Stan shout. Turning her head to face him had her swarmed by the guys instantly. Receiving all sorts of hugs from each of them.

“wait, how do we know this aint Pennywise messing with us?!” Richie accused.

“shut up Richie or your not getting any of my lunch!” lightly shoving the boy.

“oh shit! It is her! … what lunch you got anyway?” staring down to the big grocery bag she was carrying.

“haven't checked yet-” interrupted by being asked questions.

Bill started the questions first. “what happened to you? You're health tanked after you fell asleep! Do you know you've been out for 3 days?!”

“yes, and it wasn't Pennywise's fault.” wanting to get that out of the way. “he honestly was doing his best to help me, but couldn't. He even called the turtle to help me when he couldn't.”

“the turtle mike sees?” Stan asked.

“yes.” she nodded. “I was able to talk to him while asleep. Asked him if IT will keep his promise. He says he will. I also asked about our problem and he didn't have anything.” leaving out the part that IT would die if broken. “what's been going on since I went out? Found anything else?”

“no luck.” Ben answered sullen.

“we've scoured every tunnel we could find in that quarry. Tracks are everywhere, but there's always nothing at the end of them.

“we also got a new principal. Today we're having an assembly to greet him or whatever.” Stan tossed in.

“it's the only way we can even see him. He's been locked away in his office ever since he showed up last Friday.” Eddie dramatically threw his hands up letting them drop right back down.

“stuck at square one then. Have more kids gone missing?” the looks they gave her confirming there had.

“ … your aunt didn't give you t-t-t-that food, did she?” bill approaching the subject hesitantly.

“no.” she answered. Hesitant herself to bring up the feeding issue. “you know, I was in a coma and IT worked really hard to keep me alive … it didn't eat then so … we have to … feed it.” her voice dying as a lump formed in her throat.

“feed IT?!” the boy was taken aback. “a-a-a-are you serious?! We c-c-c-cant murder someone to feed IT!”

“IT has no choice. The turtle confirmed that. I made a deal that I would feed him when there is nothing to eat. Help me, or I'll do it myself.” standing her ground.

Before bill could shout at her Richie spoke up. “IT only eats criminals right? That's the point of the whole contract thingy, right? It's easy to feed him! We just gotta find the criminal ring and then he'll get a big ole buffet!”

“that's if we find it in the first place!” Stan shouted. Quieting down at hearing how loud he blurted out in front of the school. Changing to a whisper on what he said next. “We don't have any clues, locations, or someone to question where they are!”

“we could try scoping out around the camps kids were taken from.” Beverly threw out as a suggestion.

“t-t-tried.” bill shook his head. “no luck.” their conversation ended by the loud blaring school bell. An announcement over the intercom across the school yards informing students.

“to all students, head to the assembly room to greet your new principal. Classes will continue as normal starting at period 1.” the announcer ended.

“dammit! I wanted to skip first period.” Richie whined.

“what did you expect?” Eddie snickered. “assembly couldn't possibly be that long. “hey kids here's your new dictator!” ” the boy joked. Hooking Richie into going along.

“ some proud volunteer holding up “please applause” signs or else they get detention!” hugging his friend close as they walked to the assembly.

“a new challenger a-a-approaches. School dictator vz t-t-tv star rich Richie of 1000 voices! Applause cards please!”bill laughed along.

“won't be much of a fight!” Richie laughed.

“hope so, I'll be betting on you!” Beverly opened the door for them to get in.

“what do ya mean? You're gonna be my tag team partner Dorothy Mc-one leg!”

“tss, one leg? I think you need new glasses!” walking down the aisle to grab their seats.

The crowd of kids talking up until the school secretary stepped on stage. Hushing all the talking rumble to be silent. Starting to go on, on how everyone is sad about what happened to the last principal. His heart will remain in the walls of the school. Many other things all the kids had stopped paying attention to.

All the losers slumped in their chairs. Richie secretly doing school work he forgot up till now. Ben made the fortune teller paper game. Unexcitedly playing between Stan and bill. Eddie seeming to be the only one paying any attention.

A barely enthusiastic applause sounding as the new principal was introduced. A tall man in a blue suit walking onto stage. Nothing interesting of the man walking to the pedestal. Then he turned to face the crowd of seated kids. Giving off a better look at his face. Or at least half of it.

One side covered in large white wrappings. The difference immediately catching Beverly's full interest now. Sitting forward completely on guard of the new man.

“that's the guy who knocked me off the cliff!” whispering urgently to the others.

Ben almost dropped his paper game. “really?! Are you sure?”

“Pennywise scratched his face! Has to be him!” she pointed subtly toward the man.

“what if it's not? He could have bandages for something else. Maybe he's got a skin condition?” Eddie pointed out.

“we're gonna find out!” bill stated.

“how?” Stan asked from the end.

“ask, or rip it off if we h-h-have to. If IT did scar him. We'll know right away by looking.”

“you're seriously going to randomly rip off some guys medical bandages?! What if eddies right?!”

Richie paused his fast scribbling of homework answers. “and what if Dorothy's right?” gesturing to Bev. “Do you really want a child murderer as principal? We take those bandages and worse case scenario he is a murderer. The other we just look like assholes.”

“when should we talk to him?” Ben looked to bill. Beverly interrupting bill before he could answer.

“right now after the assembly.”

“w-w-w-we can't-” bill was interrupted by her again.

“every day more and more kids are going missing. We have to catch him now! Confront him while he's in public where he can't do anything! We can get some information out of him!”

bill nodded on the points Beverly gave. Looking to the other guys for any objections. It didn't take long before they nodded in agreement.

“d-d-don't go to class. S-s-straight to the principal's office. All of us.” bill handed out the plan. “we'll all confront him. G-g-get those bandages off f-f-f-first thing.” nervously looking to the man stepping off stage to leave.”

“now might be better.” Richie whispered. Shoving things into his backpack to sneak to the isle. Ignoring the others protests as he sneaked out the back door. Seeing him gone they slowly followed behind in sneaking out one at a time. Catching up to him down the cleared hallways. Finding the newly appointed principal heading to his office. As soon as he passed through the door they all rushed in after.

“kids? What are you doing in here?” the bandaged man asked. Confused to the group of 6 kids swarming in.

“how'd you get that injury?” Ben pointed to the man's wounded face. The man was taken off guard by the sudden question.

“have any of your parents told you it's rude to ask such questions?” the principal swept away the question. “go back to the assembly before I tell your parents you're running the halls out of class.” he ordered on an overly heavy threat.

“was it from something in the woods?” Beverly questioned him more firmly. Her question flipping a switch inside the man. His softer expression turning hard holding an aggressive stare down to her.

“an accident.” the man stated. Holding his dagger eyes on Bev. “if all of you don't go off soon I'll be handing out deten- AHH!” he shrieked as Eddie nicked the side of his face with a pair of small clippers from his bag. Shredding the bandage fabric enough for it to loosen. Beverly grabbing the rest to yank the dangling fabric the man tried to hold on.

The removal of the fabric revealing exactly what Beverly suspected. 4 massive claw marks deeply gouged along his face. Crossing over one eye that had a 2nd round patch to cover the injured organ.

“you attacked me by that van!” Beverly roared.

“so what?!” the scarred man roared back. “i know you. I know all of you. Beverly marsh, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stan Uris, and Richie Tozier. I've read every child's record here and I know that all of you don't have the cleanest. I also know you're not well thought of by anyone here.” he smiled.

“Especially you miss marsh. Your record is quite … fun. Possibly … useful.” the grin he gave her making their skin crawl.

“you fucking watch it!” Richie snapped at the man.

“or else what?!” he challenged Richie back. “what are you kids going to do? Complain to police I got an injury? You have nothing on me. No ones going to believe a pack of snot nosed kids who are known trouble makers” striding to sit behind his desk.

“no ones going to listen. Go back to the assembly and forget you saw anything. Or else some things will have to be considered … like a price … some will be more valuable than others and the rest will have to be let go.” shooting Beverly another skin crawling look.

“after all … kids go missing aaaalllll the time.” he grinned.

his grin bashed right off his face by bill using a large golden trophy.

“holy shit bill! You murdered him!” Richie pointed his arms at the principal's body.

“nope, he's still breathing. I can see his chest rising. I bet he'll be out cold for at least an hour.” Eddie crouched next to the man. Pointing to the rising of the downed man's chest.

“i d-d-did hit him with the football trophy.” holding up the heavy award with a life sized gold football attached to its top.

“what should we do with him? We can't just tie him to a chair here.” Stan looked between bill and the knocked out man.

“... we take him to IT.”

#It (2017) #pennywise #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #ben hascom #stanly uris #covenant ch 12

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The Better to See You With, My Dear

prompt: richie gets contacts and eddie is feeling ????? about it

written by: Alexis | quixoticquest

word count: 3960

*click title to read on AO3

Thirteen months, from kindergarten to first grade, marked the span of time Eddie Kaspbrak had known a Richie Tozier with perfect vision - and he didn’t remember a lick of it. Not the bare-faced expressions around the storytime mat, not the way dark brown eyes appeared without bugging behind enormous lenses. Not when Richie started squinting at the chalkboard in the October of first grade, not when he tripped and broke his nose on Halloween because he couldn’t see to begin with and certainly not out the tiny holes of his ghost sheet. Eddie remembered first grade when Richie got his glasses though, and even though he remembered in kindergarten too. Sometimes he found himself arguing with Bill or Stanley about the actuality of events, and even Richie’s own input wasn’t always enough to settle the stubborn hypochondriac.

Richie’s Glasses was just one of those things that had Always Been or felt like it had anyway. The chances of catching a glimpse of him with them off, out of the pool or at a sleepover, were so fleeting that Glasses just became the default. Growing up, the only thing Eddie could count on to never change was his friends, their quirks, familiar and comforting.

So you could imagine his concern when Richie announced his parents had finally caved and were taking him to get fitted for contact lenses.

Trashmouth Tozier had been begging to trade in his specs for years. The Losers Club had been on the receiving end of his whining for just as long, constantly groaning about how much of a drag it was to push them up his nose and clean them and keep them from getting broken (which he wasn’t very good at). But with his own hygiene regimen spotty at best, especially during the pubescent years, Mr. and Mrs. Tozier weren’t super keen to get Richie something that would require constant upkeep like that.

It wasn’t until Richie turned sixteen that all his whining paid off - and by then, Eddie thought he’d be stuck in glasses forever.

A Friday afternoon marked the end of what had Always Been. Richie left class early for his appointment at the eye doctor, rubbing his hand through Eddie’s hair on his way past his desk, pointing dramatically with both hands at the trademark frames across his face, before disappearing out the door with two thumbs up. It probably wasn’t the last Eddie would ever see of Richie with his glasses on, but it might as well have been.

That idiot refused to hang out with any of them the following weekend, drawing out the days and hours until Monday like some kind of sadist. The worst part was that he had homeroom with Beverly and Bill. Eddie wouldn’t even see Richie until fourth period.

“Mike said Ben said Bev said it was really weird,” Stan reported to Eddie during second period gym, and left it at that since there were balls to hit and bases to run.

The worst part was fourth period was Spanish, and Eddie had gone above his academic expectations for once and taken the Honors class, where they weren’t allowed to speak English, even to ask to use the bathroom. If he had known Richie was going to throw this curveball at him last year when he registered for classes, he would have stayed in Advanced and fucked Honors courses altogether.

There was no time to prepare - only to school himself when Richie came through the door, a couple of seconds before the bell, and descended into the seat beside Eddie as if nothing had happened. Really, technically, nothing had happened - but try telling that to the wound up dork gnawing the end of his pencil like a Twizzler.

Beverly was right, it was super weird. Richie’s glasses made his eyes huge, all big and shiny, and now they almost looked too small for his face. Eddie could see his eyebrows better, which made him even more expressive if that was even possible. It was easier to see his cheekbones too, though nothing could be done about all the miles of face hiding under his mophead until he bit the bullet and got a proper haircut.

“¿No me veo hermosa?” Richie asked, cheesing with all his teeth, bare eyes wide.

“Cállate,” Eddie griped, fixing his gaze on the chalkboard at the front of the room before he could be caught staring.

A couple days went by, and besides the occasional remark from their friends (and Richie’s constant boasting), nothing really changed. Or rather, a lot had changed, but Eddie seemed to be the only one who noticed. Was one day really all they were going to devote to this? Richie’s entire appearance had been reshaped with the exclusion of one single accessory! The entire fabric of who he was as a person had been altered forever.

Of course, Eddie couldn’t say that out loud because he knew it was ridiculous. Which might have been the worst part.

A week or so after the initial reveal, they had all gathered at Bill’s house to brainstorm for the college applications that would be due to submit as soon as the end of this summer. Eddie had been staring at the same blank page in his composition book for the last hour, scratching aimless doodles into the margin that probably wouldn’t have any bearing on the schools he was looking at (rather, the ones his guidance counselor was telling him to look at).

“Do you think I need to put varsity football and JV?” Mike asked, brows furrowed at his extensive list of extracurriculars. “Or is varsity big enough that JV is a given?”

“Here’s what I think: ditch them both,” Richie announced, pointing the end of his pen at Mike. “Better yet, dump the resume and essay altogether. Just submit a headshot and you’ll have all those schools begging for you to commit.”

Mike beamed. Beside him, Stanley leaned forward to tuck his chin onto his fist - fretting over a list even longer than Mike’s. Eddie was still trying to decide if the one day of mock trial he attended sophomore year counted as anything.

“Don’t tell me that’s what you’re doing,” Stan drawled at Richie - who sighed, his too-small eyes fluttering shut so he could tilt his head back.

“I could, but it wouldn’t be fair. It’s a shame, but this mug outshines all the volunteer work in the world. ‘Specially with all my handsome out on display for everyone to see now. Isn’t that right, Eds?”

Eddie clamped his tongue between his teeth and grunted, a paltry shadow of his usually feisty retorts. They were becoming harder and harder to dish out since they usually thrived on eye contact, which was becoming harder and harder to maintain with Richie looking like that.

They went on scribbling away, some more than others. At some point, while Bill was on the phone ordering pizza, Richie stood, hiking his legs overhead and limb alike to make it to the bathroom, backpack clutched in one hand - not that Eddie really took notice, since the seven of them had been getting up for various reasons all night.

He did notice, however, when Richie came back wearing his glasses.

“Well look who it is,” Beverly chuckled (because no one could ever let anything go unnoticed among the seven of them). “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, laugh all you want,” Richie retorted, arms rising over his head in some gesture of surrender, even as he smiled from under those familiar frames. “I can’t afflict you with my drop dead unfiltered gorgeousness all the time. It would be irresponsible.”

“But your obnoxious personality is totally fine, right?” Eddie snorted - unaware of just how easily it came out when that tortoise shell barrier was there.

Richie grinned his Richie grin. “Truth is, if you must know, my eyes were starting to hurt. Figured I’d switch so I didn’t have to turn in early. Now, let’s see if I remember how to work these things.”

If this was the return to form Eddie had been craving, maybe that meant he should savor it. There was no doubt he would see Richie in his glasses several times before the year was even out, though few and far between they may be.

This, he decided, glancing sidelong at the mophead trashmouth jackass beside him, was his opportunity to kiss goodbye that thing that had Always Been, and rev up for something new. Suck it up, take it like a champ. Like an adult, and not a baby who cried over object permanence.

But the next day at school, Eddie didn’t get a chance to put his rev-up to the test, because Richie came in with his specs on.

“I was running late,” he explained, launching into a long account of a hectic morning at lunchtime, that Eddie couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to care about.

Maybe he was late the next day too because once more he showed up bespectacled. No one really cared to ask, and he didn’t care to explain. But as the days crept on into weeks, into a month, the contacts seemed to have disappeared altogether.

Chief of all who didn’t care about this particular regression was Eddie - so much so that he didn’t even realize he didn’t care. He probably didn’t notice there was a difference at all. After all, what was so weird about Richie wearing glasses?

With finals coming up and Spanish kicking his ass, circumstances called for a study session. Eddie almost managed to intercept Richie at the front door and bustle him up to his room, but his mom’s Sonia Sense must have started tingling because she found them just in time to make it very clear that there would be no Toziers in her house after nine o’clock.

“I brought the new X-Men,” Richie proclaimed in a stage whisper when they reached Eddie’s room, wiggling a glossy issue in a plastic sleeve at Eddie.

“You’re here to study Spanish,” Eddie said at a completely normal volume. “Not Rogue’s boobs.”

Richie blew a raspberry. “She’s not even in this one, doofus. And last I checked, you’re pushing a B minus, and I’m on the star students poster.”

“Then stop speaking English and help me!”

Usually, study sessions devolved into aimless chaos pretty quickly, but they did a pretty good job of keeping on track this time, and Eddie did a pretty good job of keeping Richie and his constant asinine distractions at bay. It didn’t matter that the four-eyed idiot kept snickering at his color-coded flashcards either.

“I can’t remember the word for broom,” Eddie murmured at some point, pushing his top lip around with the eraser on his pencil.

“My mom said I better start wearing my contacts again or she’s not gonna pay for them,” Richie sighed.

Eddie looked up from his seat on the floor, arms folded around his flashcards on the edge of his bed. Richie, flopped across the mattress, flipped absently through his notebook full of chicken scratch. The bend of his head and the frames of his glasses concealed his expression ever so slightly.

“Huh?” Eddie asked dumbly.

Richie glanced over and pushed his specs up by the pad of his thumb. “La escoba,” he pronounced.

“You haven’t been wearing your contacts?” Eddie specified.

“Oh, I have,” Richie replied, nodding confidently. “I wear them with my glasses. That’s double the corrected vision. I can see into the fifth dimension.”

Eddie mimicked him in an unintelligible tone.

“Richie, why aren’t you wearing your contacts?” The question made him feel entirely too much like a parent. Hell, maybe that’s exactly what Mrs. Tozier had asked, hands on her hips and all.

Twisting his mouth every which way, Richie adjusted himself, pushing his notebook to the side, since he obviously wasn’t using it for anything practical. The yellow lamplight illuminating Eddie’s room sent the oblongs of white on the lenses of Richie’s Glasses around the frames as he moved.

Suddenly Eddie remembered the tangible possibility of Richie’s Glasses disappearing again. It wasn’t a very fun thought to remember.

“I dunno,” Richie finally confessed, setting his face in his hands, and his elbows on his knees. “It’s just - I mean I guess it’s just not how I thought they were gonna be.”

“Are they uncomfortable?” Eddie asked.

“Only for the first couple days.”

“Is it a lot to keep them clean?”

“No, you just hit ‘em with the contact solution. If I can’t aim and squirt then what kind of man would I be, Eds?”

Eddie huffed and rolled his eyes. He should have known better than to indulge I dunno and all the potentials for humor that might follow.

Situating himself squarely in front of his notes, though, it only took a couple seconds for Richie to roll himself back into Eddie’s line of sight - effectively demanding his attention again.

“I guess I just,” Richie mumbled, poking around one of the flashcards - armario-closet, to be precise. “I dunno. Thought I’d look better without glasses.”

Kneeling on the floor, with Richie laid out in front of him, put them basically at eye level. From here, though, Richie had to lift his gaze ever so slightly. Eddie watched his brows arch from behind his specs, dark eyes blinking. An unfiltered view - sort of.

“Look better?” Eddie repeated.

“Well, when you get called four-eyes your whole life…” Richie huffed, and rolled back again, always restless. “I just thought it’d be different y’know? I’ve got such a lousy prescription and I thought I’d finally look like less of a dumbass nerd with contacts but...maybe I’m overthinking it but it just doesn’t seem like you guys like me when I don’t wear my glasses.”

Eddie’s face screwed up. “What?”

Richie shrugged. “Maybe I talked it up too much but I was kind of hoping you’d make a bigger deal. No one really said anything or talked about it so I was like, oh shit, maybe I am hideous. Or maybe the glasses are just the perfect accessory to my comedy and I’ve ruined the whole schtick by dropping them. Or, you know, I’m hideous. Either or.”

“It’s not a big deal because you’re just you, Richie,” Eddie stated (completely unaware of what a hypocrite he was being). “So what if we didn’t say anything? We can’t go on and on about your face for the rest of our stupid lives.”

“Yeah, but…” Now, Richie sighed again, perhaps becoming too self-aware of how serious he had made the moment. “Eddie, it kind of felt like you couldn’t even talk or look at me when I wasn’t wearing my glasses.”

This was the part where Eddie felt like the biggest ass in the whole world. He might as well have turned into a donkey, like in Looney Tunes.

“Which could totally be just me,” Richie went on, smacking himself upside the head. “But that’s just what it felt like. So maybe it’s just me. I’m perfectly happy to be the idiot on this one. I’m usually very good at it.”

There was no way he could focus on Spanish now. Eddie collected all his flashcards and placed them in a neat little stack on the floor, so he could push himself up to sit on his own bed.

It was a crisis about fucking glasses. It didn’t need to get that deep. And yet, somehow, he felt like he owed Trashmouth Tozier somewhat of an apology - if you could fucking believe it.

“It’s not just the contacts,” Eddie confessed, tipping his head down.

“Aha, I was right,” Richie declared in a lackluster tone.

“It’s everything,” Eddie blurted right on his heels, sagging with a deep breath. “Everything is changing, Rich. And everything that changes just reminds me that all the stuff that’s Always Been is gonna be over next year when we graduate. Braces are coming off and bikes are getting sold and we’re all starting college applications that we’re not even going to submit for six months!”

He dropped his hands in his lap, slapping against his thighs, a crisp punctuation to his rant. Out of breath, Eddie puffed through his nose. Of course, now the room had to be dead silent, clawing and prodding at him with the reminder that this was way too honest for a study session.

Richie stared at him though, peculiarly thoughtful. At the very least, he wasn’t looking so much like a kicked, bespectacled puppy anymore.

“Well,” he finally said, steepling his hands between them, “this may come as a surprise to you, Eds, but I’ve always had eyes.”

“Oh shut up,” Eddie snapped (almost relieved for the lighthearted response). “You’ve always had glasses. And now you won’t, because you’re finally old enough to have contacts, and soon you’ll be old enough to move out and get out of dodge like we’re all gonna do.”

“Yeah, but isn’t that what we want?” Richie asked.

“I guess. It just feels like I liked thinking about it better as something far away then something we’re all flying toward at top speed.”

Childhood sucked. Any of the seven of them could tell you that. So why did the thought of it truly ending ache so much? Were the losers worth more than leaving Derry? Apparently fucking not, since they were all perfectly content to make their attempts to escape.

Just as Eddie was feeling sorry for himself, staring at the patterns in his quilt, Richie did something quite uncharacteristic. Just out of his line of sight, the trashmouth put his hand over the top of Eddie’s, curling them together in some gesture of support.

It was pretty awkward, but comforting in a weird, forced kind of way.

“I’m still me,” Richie said, offering his solid gaze when Eddie looked up. “Fuck you know I’m an idiot with the glasses on and off. That’s never gonna change. Hell, you can even call me four eyes of you want. The other two could be - hm - my nipples maybe? I’ve got that one eyed snake in my pants but that only makes three.”

“Richie-”

“The point is, Edward,” he continued, somehow lofty and sincere at the same time, “not everything is changing. Maybe we don’t get to sitcom it up at some university all seven of us. But we still have each other, as mushy gushy as that sounds. I’ll always be a phone call away. You called me to make me cart my ass over here. And I know the others feel the same way.”

What do you know? For all the stupid crap that came out of his mouth, Richie said something intelligent (and comforting) for once.

Before the telltale sting in his eyes could gain any traction, Eddie sighed his cares away or at least tried to. A motivational speech couldn’t fix everything. But just Richie saying it, Richie of all people, was enough to set him at ease. At least for now. And to think it hadn’t even been about Eddie in the first place.

“I know,” he answered, finally, soundly. If that wasn’t the only thing he was sure of, then he wasn’t sure of anything.

“I’m sorry I made you think I think you’re ugly,” Eddie added, deciding he wasn’t a huge fan of how he phrased that. “You’re not, I promise.”

Richie blinked at him expectantly. His hand still sat clammy and warm on top of Eddie’s.

“Well, if I’m not ugly, then what am I, Eds?”

“Oh, don’t you start,” Eddie ground out, pulling himself away.

“No no, this is important to me.” Richie sniffled dramatically, wiping away nonexistent tears from under his glasses, advancing incrementally. “You really hurt me, y’know? I’m broken-hearted. I might never heal.”

“Sure you won’t.”

“Come on, Eds!” At this point, Richie was practically bent over Eddie, and if he didn’t want to slide off the bed, he had to prop himself up on his hands, with nowhere else to go. “If I’m not an uggo then I must be something else won’t you please tell me what it is? Boost a poor boy’s self-esteem.”

“As if you need a self-esteem boost!”

“Pretty please, Eds? I’m dying here. The anticipation is killing me.”

“You’re okay looking I guess!” Maybe it was important that Eddie say it or maybe it wasn’t but he figured it was the least he could do (even if it warmed his face in the process). “You got a strong jaw and nice lips and sometimes I hear girls talking about your cheekbones and I guess I sort of agree with them!”

Maybe, Eddie realized retrospectively, he had revealed too much. Mostly because, Richie was staring at him from behind those big lenses - just a little too tenderly to be joking.

“Whoa,” he muttered. “That’s like, the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. Besides my mom.”

Eddie blinked, feeling the heat spread further into his face. “Well I didn’t mean-”

Somehow managing not to send Eddie careening off the bed, Richie pressed forward enough to catch his lips in an entirely unexpected kiss. What Eddie lacked in mobility at the moment, he made up for in reaction time and found it in him to tip his chin up into Richie’s mouth without suffering all the shock and surprise that might have him freezing unhelpfully.

Richie got his arms around him and figured out how to pull him back onto the bed, which enabled Eddie to get a grip of his own, clinging to Richie’s shirt for all he was worth while their lips shifted and bumped together. Such a natural progression, it was a wonder it hadn’t occurred until just this moment.

Before they could get too carried away (which Eddie wasn’t super opposed to), Richie broke, huffing for air, as if he had been submerged in water. Rather than dwell on what kind of idiot couldn’t pace his own breathing (because he wasn’t one to talk about respiratory issues), Eddie stared up at Richie’s face, from the cradle of his arms, Klimt style.

To think Mrs. Kaspbrak was just downstairs tuning in to Dateline.

Without thinking very much about it, Eddie got one hand free to reach up to Richie’s face and pulled his glasses off carefully. That bare gaze followed his hand all the way to the side, as he folded up the arms and put them somewhere where they wouldn’t get in the way.

Richie’s eyes weren’t too small. They were probably perfectly normal sized, almost droopy in a way that was too endearing for his own good. And of course, there were those pink lips, and those cheekbones (which Eddie may or may not have come up with all on his own, no girls required).

“Well that’s just counterproductive,” Richie stated, quirking a smile in Eddie’s direction.

“How come?”

“What’s the point of no glasses if I can’t see you? Need those corrective lenses to ogle that booty, baby.”

Before Eddie could snap at him, he was kissed again, sweet and sound, and he couldn’t argue with that.

Maybe it was okay if some things that had Always Been changed. Eddie, for one, was certainly glad that he didn’t have a laundry list of medication to take any more. Things like Bill getting over his stutter and Stanley getting less anxious were good. Kissing Richie regularly was certainly a welcome change. And Eddie could learn to love a Richie with contacts, even if it was different from what had Always Been.

Just so long as Richie blinked his lenses in on the first try because watching the little disk flop out between his eyelashes was the fastest way to make Eddie gag.

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