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FEM ALLEGED DNI
Fandom: IT
Title: Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this
Character(s): the whole Bowers gang + Butch
Request: No
Genre: Angst + a tiny bit of fluff
TW: Butch Bowers :)
A/N: i’m in love with idea so get ready for more fics with the reader being Henry’s younger brother, this has a modern AU to it and reader is the same age as the losers.
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Belch stopped in front of the bowers house then turned to the back seat where (M/N), Henry’s little brother, was seating with Patrick and Vic. (M/N) grabbed his backpack and opened the door getting out, “Tell Hen we hope he feels better,” Vic told him.
“Well do!” (M/N) Responded. (H/C) boy walked up the short driveway to his front door pulling out his key and waving to Belch, Patrick, and Vic drove off in the blue Trans-Am. The (E/C) boy used his key to unlock door, and was immediately met with screaming.
His older brother was wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxers and a black t-shirt, with a blanket looked about seconds away from falling off his shoulders. What was most notable was that his brother didn’t have his usually poker face on, he was showing how he really feel. Which seemed to be tired and feed up.
Henry looked like he was about to say something when he made eye contact with you and his whole demeanor changed. He motioned the stairs with his head then mouthed ‘go’ at (M/N). But Butch seemed to catch on because he turned a looked to see (M/N) who stood there frozen.
Before he could do anything he was yanked over to the ground by his father. “Dad, don’t,” Henry spoke in a voice just above a whisper.
“Yeah? And why shouldn’t I?” Butch asked.
“Because this is between me and you,” Henry used his hand to gestures him and butch, “you don’t need to involve him,” Henry told his father.
“Well I want to,” Butch sneered before delivering a swift kick to his youngest’s son stomach.
“Dad!” Henry screamed. Another kick was delivered to (M/N) stomach and another as Henry just to stop his father. Henry grabbed his dad’s shoulder trying to pull him away from his little brother. “Dad, stop please!” Henry exclaimed.
Butch turned to face his oldest son, “This what you get for not following orders,” He hissed before delivering yet another kick to (M/N).
Who was now sobbing on the floor, “stop, please,” the eleven year old cried.
“Dad please,” Henry begged. After what felt eternity of Henry trying to pull his father away from his brother, who was delivering after kick to the poor boy he stopped.
Henry quickly moved next to his little brother and looked from him to Butch. Who just sneered at the two of them, “Maybe next time you’ll be more obedient,” he hissed, “now go to your rooms, I don’t wanna see your faces anymore,” Henry watch as his father walked off.
Then quickly down at his little brother, “Were gonna upstairs, your gonna go to your room and pack a pair of pajamas and change of clothes. Then come straight to my room okay?”
(M/N) nodded, Henry helped him upstairs and into his room where he grabbed a plastic bag and shoved a black t-shirt and pajamas pants in there. Along with a Nirvana hoodie and a pair of jeans. He made he slowly made his way to his brother’s room trying to push down the pain in his stomach.
He opened the door and found his brother sitting on the bed with backpack next to him. He was now wearing sweat pants and different t-shirt. Henry turned smiled at his little brother motioning for him to join him on the bed. (M/N) did just that placing his bag in his lap, “Vic’s gonna he here two minutes,” Henry told (M/N).
“Okay,” (M/N) replied. Henry wrapped an around his little brother’s shoulder, they sat there in silence until Henry’s phone went off signaling Vic was here.
They quickly made there way out of the house using the window and entered Vic’s car. Henry in the front while (M/N) sat in the back. No body talked for the first two of minutes of the car drive. “Do you two wanna…,” Vic trailed off.
“No,” both of them said in unison.
“Okay,” Vic replied. He reached over and placed a hand on Henry’s thigh and if (M/N) saw this he certainly didn’t say anything about it. After ten minutes later they pulled into Vic’s driveway, “my parents are gone for the next two weeks,” he informed them.
He lead them inside and into the living room. Where the brothers sat down on the couch, Vic sighed and kneeled down in front of them. “Okay, I know the both of you aren’t ones for emotional shit and opening up. But I am so i’m gonna tell you this now, I don’t know what he did or what said. But I can assure you don’t deserve that at all. Butch Bowers is a fucking idiot if he can’t see how special his two sons are,” Vic told them.
None of them said anything after that, Vic turned on the TV and sat down next to Henry. Who wrapped an around both of his boys pulling them in. (M/N) buried his face in his brother’s side who started rubbing his hand up and down his back. “He can’t hurt you right now,” Henry told him, “And I won’t ever let him hurt you again,” Henry promised.
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Hi guys!!! @jukethefish has made an it server and me and a few friends have joined, and we need a few more people! Character that are taken are Richie, Eddie, Stan, Bev, And georgie.
Its an MODERN (2016) HIGHSCHOOL AU. The losers are in their junior (17 yrs) year.
no bowers gang
no ocs
DM IF INTERESTED
(@sillylittlemeowmeows )
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Modern!Bowers Gang hdc
Ooo I got a couple >:)
~ Henry is the gym rat kid.
~ I’m sorry I dont make the rules
~ All he ever talks about is the gym
~ He hits new prs almost every week
~ Mans is on enough Pre-workout to kill an adult Blue Whale
~ Pulls up to school every morning with an arm full of energy drinks and 3 dry scoops of pre
~ SERIOUS caffeine tolerance
~ Also he forgets his backpack at least 4 times a month
~ He’s so unorganized
~ No folders, No binders, just a broken backpack and vibes
~ Vic is a serious organizer
~ EVERYTHING has to be in a corresponding folder and colour
~ Also has really nice stationary and handwriting?? always writes the best cards for Christmas and birthdays
~ He LIVES by the clean girl aesthetic
~ Always drinks homemade fruit smoothies ( which are baller)
~ BEST. SKINCARE. ROUTINE. EVERRR this man has so many products oml
~ Irons his clothes every night before school so he can look like a distinguished gentleman
~ He wears nice cologne everyday
~ Gets dudes and chicks alike fawning around him
~ Patrick. oh dear. Patrick
~ Well, He’s that kid.
~ The kid at parties that jumps off the roof into a swimming pool for a beer
~ The kid that brings a live duck into school for senior prank day
~ He also always asks for food and drinks
~ Patrick: *sees someone eating* Ayo can I get a bite?
~ Also Patrick when someone asks for food: Fuck off bitch
~ The boy is a menace to society and nothing can change that
~ Also did you guys have that kid that knew alot about WWI and WWII? Just me? Okay. Well, Patrick would tell anyone who sat down next to him about The Battle of Midway he doesnt care about what you were saying
~ Reggie is the mom of the school
~ Literally
~ He will listen to anyone talk abt boy or girl problems, how they hate their parents, really about anything
~ So many snacks in his backpack. You need a pick me up? Caffeinated peanuts. forgot your lunch? Good thing my boy has a sandwich for you. His backpack is filled to the brim with supplies for any situation. Pain killers, band aids, pliers, screwdrivers, you name it, Reggie’s got it.
~ He tries stopping Patrick from doing dumb shit ( spoiler alert, it doesn't work that often)
~ He and Vic are the only two of the group that actually take school seriously, they want good jobs
~ also the gang gets together every Friday after school to tv and spend the night at someones house
~ Most likely Vic’s because mans got $$$
~ Reggie is still the designated driver
~ He doesnt mind tho, he just sits back and sips his caprisuns
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Okay okay thank you sm for asking, I love this. Thanks everyone for sending in requests. sorry its been taking a while, but I have a couple drafts im working on!!!
Bye have a good day love you all <3
#reggie hc#Reggie Huggins#reggie huggins x reader#reggie huggins imagines#reggie services#Henry Bowers#bowers gang au#The Bowers Gang#henry bowers imagines#bowers gang#henry bowers x reader#patrick hockstetter#patrick hockstetter imagines#patrick hockstetter x reader#patrick hocksetter x reader#vic criss#victor criss#victor criss x reader#victor criss imagines#vic criss x reader
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I Don't Smoke
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZqN1GuC
by fenneckyy
Richie Tozier is perfectly happy with his group of friends. They balance each other out well, and he doesn't want any of it to change. When Beverly introduces someone new to the group, Richie is having none of it. He refuses to get to know this new kid, which makes it awkward for everyone else. Will he learn to accept the new friendship, or lose the friends he already has because of his stubbornness?
Words: 1207, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Ben Hanscom, Henry Bowers, Henry Bowers's Gang (IT)
Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier
Additional Tags: Movie: IT (2017), Fix-It, Alternate Universe - High School, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Modern Era, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Gay Richie Tozier, Gay Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier Are Best Friends, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Sonia Kaspbrak's A+ Parenting, Hypochondriac Eddie Kaspbrak, Henry Bowers Being an Asshole
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZqN1GuC
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Blog Introduction!
Hello lil ghouls! We’ve finally decided to try and write fics for the fun of it. This specific post will include;
Alter Introductions
Characters we write for
Taken anons (will change over time once we get more anons)
Rules / DNI stuff
01; Alter Introductions!
So since we are a pretty big system, there will be different alters to write different fics. That means there will be some changes in how people write. Here’s a lil introduction of the alters who will probably write on here! (We are a DID system)
Skully | Ageless | They / Xe / She / It / Static | Signs off with; - 🎞️
(Is most likely to proof read since they don’t like spelling errors / Tends to take longer while writing fics since xe is very precise / the one most likely to be writing a lot of the fics)
Jules | Ageless | It / She / They / He | Signs off with it’s name
(Adores writing for the slasher flicks / tends to forget to proof read so there may be a couple spelling mistakes / tends to write Headcanons more than full on fics)
Characters we write for!
Slashers!
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
- Bubba Sawyer
- Drayton Sawyer
- Nubbins Sawyer
- Chop Top Sawyer
- Thomas Hewitt
- Sheriff Hoyt
Halloween
- RZ Michael
- Michael in general
Bowers Gang - It
- Patrick Hocksetter
- Belch Huggins
- Henry Bowers
- Victor “Vic” Criss
House Of Wax
- Bo Sinclair
- Vincent Sinclair
- Lester Sinclair
The Lost Boys
- Marko
- Dwayne
- David
- Paul
- Michael Emerson
Scream
- Billy Loomis
- Stu Macher
- Randy Meeks
Sometimes They Come Back
- Richard Lawson
- Vinnie Vincent
- David North
Misc Horror Characters
- Billy Lenz / Black Christmas
- Brahms Heelshire / The Boy
- Chromeskull / Laid To Rest
- Asa Emory / The Collector
- Norman Bates / Psycho
- Jack Torrance / The Shining
- Doomhead / 31
- Rusty Nail / Joyride
- Harry Warden / My Bloody Valentine
- Jason Voorhees / Friday The 13th
- Jeepers Creepers
- Hush “The Man”
Slenderverse!
Creepypasta
- Jeff The Killer
- Ben Drowned
- Eyeless Jack
- Homicidal Liu
- Ticci Toby
- Jason The Toymaker
- Laughing Jack
- Glitchy Red
- Lost Silver
- Bloody Painter
- X - Virus
Marble Hornets
- Tim
- Brian
- Jay
- Alex
- Masky
- Hoody
- Skully
EverymanHYBRID
- Evan
- Jeff
- Vincent
- Habit
TribeTwelve (We Don’t Support Adam Rosner!!)
- The Observer
- Firebrand
- Noah Maxwell
Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2!
- John “Soap” MacTavish
- Captain Price
- Simon “Ghost” Riley
- Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
- Gary "Roach" Sanderson
- Phillip Graves
- König
- Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin
Metalocalypse
- Nathan Explosion
- Toki Wartooth
- Skwisgaar Skwigelf
- Pickles
- William Murderface
- Charles Foster Offdensen
Taken Anons!
None currently but will be listed if we get some!
Rules / DNI Stuff!
DNI Stuff!
- System Fakeclaimers!
- Homophobes
- Basic DNI criteria’s
- Haters In General
Rules!
- Only send requests to ask box plz! (We won’t get upset if you slip up tho)
- No heavy gore
- No NSFW things
- No suicide, racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, zoophilic type stuff, pedo stuff, grooming, anything like that, no smut at all!!
Blog will be updated if there are new characters we like!
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Hey! I'm desperately searching for someone who wants to do an IT role-play featuring (poly) Bowers Gang x an OC or a character of your choice!
I'd role-play as the Bowers gang. I'd love to do some modern shenanigans either with aged up or slight 🫶. This would include a mix of texting threads and paragraph role-plays! 50/50 smut and plot and I'd love to write against an AFAB character- cis or trans.
I want it to be as messy and dark as possible. I'm willing to discuss more plots in DMs but I have little to no limits and I'd prefer my partner to be the same! 21+ here and looking for 18+.
Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!
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IT RP DISCORD SERVER :
looking for ::
eddie , stan , mike , ben , henry , victor , belch , georgie && oc’s !
all ages welcome . no set ships
PLOT:
it is the year 2023 , the losers club - minus stan - are entering their junior year of high school . the bowers gang in their senior year . pennywise happened , but not in the same way . instead it was a ( human ) male named bob gray who preys on the children of derry . kidnapping them one by one to keep in his basement .
all the same events took place , except after richie and bill got into their fight — they never made up . instead , the police getting involved and finding the kids locked in the basement , arresting the man - dressed - as - a - clown . the club split into two groups :
1: bill , eddie , bev
2: richie , stan , ben , mike
this roleplay follows war , love and reunions , all in a modern setting . there will be channels for social medias , text chats , and locations !
#discord rp#discord roleplay#rp server#it#it 1990#it 2017#it rp#it rpg#stenbrough#reddie#hanbrough#bill denbrough#stanley uris#stan uris#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#mike hanlon#ben hanscom#beverly marsh#pennywise#henry bowers#victor cross#the losers club#the bowers gang#roleplay
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Not to be that bitch whit thousand of aus that never develops but here’s another Bowers gang au
Henry is a ghost who recently got exorcised out of the house he was haunting and doesn’t really knows what to do in his afterlife
Victor is a vampire who lived in a mansion in the middle of a forest for decades, recently he finished his supplies of blood and has to learn about modern human culture to find new prey
Patrick is an eldritch horror who just escaped from the deepest bowels of the ocean and wants to start a cult to be worshipped as a god by mortals (he has a human disguise)
Reg is a college student who just wanted to make his mama proud and now has to deal with three weirdos
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Patrick: so then i thought, if mortals worship their little god from a book why shouldn’t they worship me
Reggie at work: sir, not that i care since they were going in the trash anyway, but are you going to pay for any of the donuts you just ate?
Patrick: i like you Reginald, your soulless eyes captivated me, do you wanna be the first member of my religion?
Reggie: if i say yes will you leave so that i can close the shop and go home?
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Bonus
Reggie manages to track down Connor (a descendant of Henry) for a moment he’s happy to meet another totally normal human guy but then Connor gets bitten by a werewolf
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Modern!Bowers Gang hdc
oooo yes i like this already
this is just gonna be a big pile of hcs loosely separated by character!
☀ Henry eats total garbage and drinks nothing but redbull and poorly made protein shakes
☀no one is fully sure how he survives without a single DROP of water passing his lips of his own free will
☀ one of those kids who talks about the gym and sports and nothing else VERY loudly in the middle of class
☀asks for wrist checks for anyone slightly alternative looking because of course he does
☀gets no sleep at all, passes out frequently throughout the day
☀still has absolutely no dress sense, my man rocks up to school in shorts when it's snowing
☀fuckboy Bowers
☀has snapchat but his story is always just random blurry photos of dumb shit
☀Patrick is that kid.... you know the one
☀big fan of browsing gore subreddits and straight up porn in public
☀hisses at people because it makes them squirm
☀literally textbook male manipulator
☀wears those really weird t-shirts with wildly specific slogans on them and no one can tell if its post-modernism or if he's just like that
☀his favorite activity is calling people slurs on overwatch and then gaslighting them into believing he didn't for no reason other than to create chaos
☀somehow he's still pulling though, people seem to love a guy who knows how much money all their organs will make him on the dark web
☀runs a discord server but never actually messages on it, he's more of a legend to them
☀smells of stale weed and b.o and a fuckton of body spray to mask it
☀Vic is absolutely one of those stan accounts that's mean for no reason
☀Derry's most prolific cyberbully sits alone in his room and cries to Miski almost every day
☀he's the best dressed, always. not like it's hard to be though considering who he's friends with
☀modern Vic doesn't have his hair bleached so atrociously but he goes through phases of having it dyed, shaving it off, having it natural and then dying it again. It's a viscous cycle
☀had a VSCO phase in 2019 but as far as anyone knows no he didn't what are you talking about
☀he's rich rich so I think he's one of those mfs with a shoe collection. Like a bunch of jordans and shit
☀smells super good, he knows he does too
☀Reggie stays p much the same in my eyes, especially music wise he just has more options
☀the average limp bizkit enjoyer
☀seems like the type to have a truck rather than the trans am, idk he just looks like a truck guy to me
☀dresses EXACTLY like Jake does, like exactly
☀tie-dye shirts and flip flops and stuff, no fashion sense
☀goes fishing all the time, one of those guys who has photos of him holding a fish on his dating profiles
☀equipped for any and all situations, bottles of water, lighters, deodorant (Patrick is allowed one of the latter at a time. never together), snacks, sunscreen, tampons and pads (he’s a thoughtful guy) and like screwdrivers and a wrench and stuff
☀well hydrated, always. encourages the others to be the same which absolutely doesn’t work
☀isn't really on any form of social media, has a private Instagram that only his mum and the gang follow, an old fashioned man
☀laughs at anything shown to him by the guys
#milkyspeaks#milky writes#bowers gang#reginald huggins#belch huggins#henry bowers#it 2017#patrick hockstetter#vic criss#victor criss
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Are you still in the It fandom ?
How do you think the bowers gang would act in a modern AU (I’m not a fan of moderns AU, but anyway) like would they cyber bully ? Use social medias ? Or something…
Like I really have no idea of how they would act with today’s technology.
(So if you’re still in the fandom, on the Bowers gang side, could you tell me (us?) headcanons ?)
Yes my dear I am still in the IT fandom. I know I haven't exactly been as present as I used to. A lot going on and I also reignited a couple other ships I am obsessed with so my focus is on multiple things.
They would definitely cyberbully and cyber-stalk as well.
I think all of them would have social media for sure but I think Belch would use it the least, his would be more for posting photos of the gang and talking about games, he would totally be a gamer.
I think Henry would be a total incel online and bully people to the point where the police have to talk with him, more than once. He would be into 4chan and those assholes.
Patrick would use it to just scare people mostly, stalking and doxxing, check out gory videos and photos and gross everyone out with his finds, use the dark web, and do some really illegal shit.
Victor would try to be popular online, he would build a big following and slide into girl's DMs. He would end up kinda popular but not like really really famous.
I hope this was good, I haven't done a HC in a while.
#fuji rants#it#bowers gang#henry bowers#patrick hockstetter#victor criss#belch huggins#stephen kings it
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It Discord RP
Hey do you like IT (the book, miniseries, the movies)?? and are you still alive??
come join my discord group!! (18+) the people taken so far are Stanley Uris, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Benjamin Hanscom, and Beverly Marsh.
(That means open characters include: Mike Hanlon, and even the Bowers gang if you so desire but I’d like the 7 to be filled out first?)
pls join I beg of u it’s like a modern thing (or we can do a 90s thing!) but characterizations are a mix of all 3 mediums so !! They’re sort of college-aged.
Just message me for the link!! thanks!!
I know this fandom is dead but brainrot is REAL.
#it chapter one#it chapter two#bill denbrough#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#stanley uris#beverly marsh#ben hanscom#mike hanlon#it rp#it stephen king#it miniseries#discord rp#discord roleplay#uhm im tagging ships so more people can see it they aren't canon#reddie#stozier#hanbrough#kaspbrough#benverly
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It started with a kiss | Richie Tozier x Stanley Uris (Part One)
Series Masterlist
Summary: Eddie kissed Richie at the Clubhouse, but then ran away freaking out. Stan finds Richie and well... He asks him to kiss him too.
Content Warning: modern setting (2007), no Pennywise, aged-up characters, Derry as its own warning, mention of social stereotypes, mention of recreational drug use, past issues, mention of failed suicide attempt, kisses.
Word Count: 6244
Also available on AO3
Part One | It started with a kiss
Maine was considered the most southern state in the north of the United States, which was true; all the stereotypes referring to racism and religion and the obnoxious necessity of glorifying tradition that could be seen on TV shows when they made any southern state reference could also be found in Maine, most of all in Derry. Derry seemed like a town that wanted to be a city that just decided to jump from the timeline and stay forever in a place called "the good old days" by the elderly. Derry still had families that looked down on the catholic school in Neibolt Street and looked even worse to the synagogue; some of them even held tight to their purses when they crossed paths with any member of the only black family in Derry –they were the fourth generation owning the Hanlon farm, though– and oh, no one will ever talk about homosexuality and integration. Of course, there were some shy movements in favor of getting Derry an update making it more modern, unfortunately, even though being in full 2007, it was still a disgusting bunch of prejudices, misinformation, and crimes.
Because of that, when Richie Tozier discovered at the age of thirteen that he was in love with his best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak, the world came crashing down on him. He wasn't just terrified that Henry Bowers and his gang would find out, they were harassing him for way too long with homophobic nouns without any proof; the problem was his friends and the whole town. He never wanted to be in the limelight, not really. Richie liked people paying attention to him, sure, but not to actually pay attention to him, because if they did, they would be able to see the way he adjusted his glasses when he was uncomfortable, and they could identify the moment in which his jokes were trying to cover the pain of his soul, and even the nervous tic in his leg. If someone bothered to pay enough attention, they would've found out immediately that he was crazy in love with Eddie Kaspbrak, and if the Losers found out, Richie would've found himself friendless, but if Eddie did– If Eddie figured out the truth, all of Richie's soul will break into hundreds of pieces. Just thinking about it made his legs shake; a sour taste filled up his mouth, and his stomach twisted awfully. Ms. Kaspbrak, Eddie's mom, kept convincing him that he'd get AIDS by just sitting next to gay people sharing their air. If Eddie ever discovers Richie's secret, Richie will become a germ, bacteria, and incurable virus source in his eyes. Richie would be as dirty and disgusting as Ms. Kaspbrak assured.
At the moment, with their last school year on the horizon, Richie felt lost and anxious. On one hand, he wanted to finish high school, leave Derry, get lost in the big city streets, and enjoy his life. On the other hand, he was afraid of losing touch with his friends and terrified that Derry had messed up so nicely with his mind that he wouldn't be able to function in the outside world. Will he still be terrified of looking briefly at a cute boy? Will he suffer a panic attack just by thinking of another boy while masturbating? He endured the panic when he did it thinking of Eddie! Richie felt like a traitor when that happened, but it wasn't a recurring thought. Truth be told, Richie had given up on Eddie a long time ago. From thirteen to fifteen, he fantasized about the possibility so many times that the fine line between dream and reality blurred. It was then that reality hit him like a brick. Richie will never be with Eddie. Keeping wishful feelings waiting for the day something would happen was anything but torture. That's why, after a Saturday full of sobs, alcohol, and molly, Richie decided to let go. He locked his romantic feelings for Eddie so just the friendship would remain.
No one will ever know.
No one should ever know.
No one.
Richie was positive about that when on August thirteen, he crawled into the Clubhouse with a hunch of molly in the pocket and an m&m's family-size bag between his hands. The beginning of his senior year was just some weeks away and the Losers agreed to spend time together as much as possible that summer. The summer of when they were thirteen, the Losers faced a pedophile and serial killer named Robert Gray, a.k.a. Pennywise the Dancing Clown, and they were on the state news like a group of brave local avengers. It didn't last long because Henry Bowers killed his father that same summer, and did the same thing with some of his insane friends, which filled every news channel around the country. Derry kept its number one position in the "Most Violent Place in the United States" charts. It didn't matter how tragic the whole experience was, they became a group of friends who survived school: the Losers Club. Now, the old Stanley Uris' fear of how long they would remain friends seemed to take shape for everyone. University implied distance, and distance wasn't an ally of friendship.
That afternoon Richie had been the first one at the Clubhouse just after four, and in this little hole the weather was fresh, so he landed awkwardly in the old hammock with his long extremities trying to find a good posture. He rolled the joint with his long slim fingers when he heard someone stepping down the doubtful stairs.
"Spaghetti!" Greeted so excited that he fell from the hammock and burst into laughter.
"Asshole! How much have you smoked yet?"
"Oww… Eddie Spaghetti, don't give me that mad Chihuahua look. I haven't smoked yet. I didn't get the chance." Richie moved the joint between his fingers calling for Eddie's attention, who followed the movement with his eyes.
"I have no idea how you'll get through university approval."
"It's early to be thinking about that, Eddie-Bear. We still have this full year together. A fucking long and endless year full of compositions, tests, expectations, rejection letters…"
"Shut up dickhead!" Eddie shook his inhaler and took two strong shots before calming down, sitting on a trunk that the Losers had dragged into the Clubhouse so it could be used as a bench.
Eddie was quite nervous about the perspective of finding a university; there was the chance that his mom would burn all his letters or even sabotage his studies so she could have him with her forever. Richie pushed just enough to be a pain in the ass, but not quite enough to mess up his brain.
"Want a drag or what, Eds." He asked, looking for his lighter.
"I don't want shit, Richie. I don't even want you smoking here. When the Losers came, then do whatever you guys want, like always."
"Humm– You're saying that like you hated to get high, Eddie."
"You know how hard it is to talk my mom into letting me live my life. Molly reek doesn't help at all."
"Oh, my dearest Sonia." He said in his British posh voice. "A woman as sweet as big that when you showed up reeking of marihuana for the first time ever she thought it was a new perfume. Your mother is full of shit, my dear friend, but it's not alright to toss the crap you don't want into her."
"I hate you"
"I know. Easy boy, in about ten months you won't have to put up with this pile of human disgrace no more, baby. Never ever."
Regardless of the joyful tone used, the weight of those words was enough to set up a painful silence between the two of them. Richie didn't light up the joint at the end; he kept it in his pocket and tried to find a suitable topic.
"You're not a burden, Richie. You are annoying and sometimes is nearly impossible to follow you, but you are not a burden. Don't think like that."
"Yeah, yeah… Hey, there's no need to give me a TED talk, Eds."
"Don't call me that." He finally said.
"My point is that I already know that the moment we leave for uni no one will remember the lil' ol' Tozier."
"God shut up!"
Never.
Ever.
Not even once did Richie Tozier thought possible that in the fresh environment of a hole in the ground on a hot August afternoon none other than Eddie Kaspbrak would grab a bunch of hair from the back of his head to keep him still while he was kissing him. Everything seemed so fucking weird that Richie asked himself if he had smoked that joint and the molly was stronger than he had guessed. It took him a moment to understand that he wasn't hallucinating, and then he kissed back shyly, not closing his eyes all the way. Any moment now Eddie could disappear, explode or just break into a mean laugh. The chances scared him so much that Richie clenched his fists in this Hawaiian shirt to restrain himself; he didn't want to spook Eddie by touching him.
The moment Eddie's lips parted from his and opened his eyes, the hand that hung onto Richie's soft curls let go, caressing his neck lightly. Richie tried to close the distance once again, but he couldn't nonetheless; he wasn't brave enough to do it, so Eddie took note and dived in holding Richie's chin before kissing him again. It wasn't an experienced kiss, they didn't even use the tongue, the lips used shy, cautious movements drawing a patron like Eddie had studied the theory until his eyes went dry but didn't get any practice. Wasn't surprising coming from Eddie.
When Richie decided that the shared kisses were good proof that he should stop worrying, he let go of his shirt and placed his right hand on Eddie's thigh. Eddie jumped with the touch breaking the kiss. It was at this moment that he knew, he fucked up. Eddie was the perfect impersonation of a rabbit blinded by car lights. Richie froze, he even stopped breathing, getting ready for anything that could happen after the most frightened and wrecked expression of Eddie.
"No. God, no. Oh, no. I can't. No." He went up quickly to pace round and round in their tiny hole while his hands were ruffling his hair, not glancing at Richie at any moment. "I'm sorry. Fuck, I can't– forget it. Rich, I– I can't."
He climbed up the dangerous stairs of the Clubhouse at superhuman speed before Richie could react; and when he did, the only thing Richie was able to do was to break down crying covering his face with shaking hands, sobbing without consolation. Stan found him like that not even a minute later. Richie hadn't noticed the rushed way in which Stan went down the stairs like he knew what he was about to find, he hadn't noticed when Stan stopped his movements the exact moment he saw him either. Richie did notice when Stan removed the hands from his face with a stern voice and made him rinse the tears away and blow his nose.
"Did something happen?" Richie denied the question shaking his head. "I'll say it differently. I knew that you were longing for Eddie before you did; I've seen him running away and you're a mess. So, tell me what in the fucking hell happened here, Richie."
"I don't know. I really have no idea. We were talking about the future, our last year in town." He explained between pitiful sobs. "And then– then he kissed me and… I don't fucking know why he fucking kissed me! Fuck! It was Eddie! Why would Eddie kiss me? And– and sure, the kiss wasn't marvelous, but did I suck so bad? Was the kiss so awful that he had to run away? Maybe it was my hands' fault, I shouldn't have touched him. God, I'm certain my hands are disgustingly sweaty… It might be my breath, maybe it stinks. He might think I got him AIDS, Stan. What if he doesn't want to talk to me again? What if he tells the Losers that I'm gay? What if I spend my senior year friendless, alone, locked in my room until merged with the sheets?"
"Enough!!"
Again, with a stern, powerful voice Stan achieved Richie's full attention. He was looking at him as if it was the first time. A whole bunch of different emotions could be read on Stan's face, but when he took off Richie's glasses Stan became a shapeless blur that became clearer bit by bit. To do so Stan should've been way too close and when Richie felt his warm, sweet breath became aware of the closeness between them.
"Don't worry about the Losers. Even if they found out, they'll never treat you differently, I know there's a part of you that already knows it. Eddie won't tell to anybody ."
"Don't you find me disgusting?"
"You're always disgusting, Richie Tozier, but not because of this ."
Richie visibly relaxed and was aware for the first time that during his attack, he had fallen from the trunk; he was on the floor, and Stan –the always flawless and impeccable Stanley Uris– was kneeling before him.
"You're getting dirty."
"Don't care."
For the first time in his entire life, Richie heard Stan claim that he didn't care to get dirty . Moreover, it was the very first time that he'd seen him totally comfortable with the affirmation. Stan was way more worried about him than about his trousers, and that just could mean that Richie was utterly pathetic.
"Show me how you did it."
"Huh?"
"Show me how you kissed Eddie. If you think that Eddie run away like that because the kiss was awful, show me how you did it."
The Clubhouse light wasn't the same as the one that could be found outside; nevertheless, Richie was able to see the intense blush that covered Stan's face and crawled down his neck. Stan's eyes seemed like two black orbs filled with a bunch of hard-to-identify feelings, but the tension in his body was shouting uncertainty. When Richie didn't respond and looked at him open-mouthed, not even blinking, Stan moved away, sitting over his legs, and crossing his arms over his torso, tearing his eyes away from Richie to look anywhere but him.
"Leave it. I know you don't like me. Kissing would be stupid. I'm not Eddie."
The distance made Stan into a blur again so Richie couldn't identify the kind of facial expression he was making, but he felt the weight of the last affirmation so hard that it ended up breaking his heart.
"It– It wasn't so good. He just grabbed my hair suddenly and– well… He just pushed his lips over mine. I was too scared to move. And– and I don't want you running away either. Seriously, Stan… Why would you want to kiss me ?"
"That's a stupid question." He mumbled.
"I am stupid."
"Of course you are."
The loving voice placed pressure on Richie's chest like a huge void was waiting for Stan to fill it up, and he needed it immediately or he'd die.
"I know that Richie is a synonym of hehe-haha, but if the kiss is actually horrible don't laugh. Don't tell anyone either. I don't want everyone to…"
"You didn't tell anyone what happened that time, Rich. I won't be the one outing you."
"Are you not afraid of people thinking you're gay?"
"Wow… Richard, I knew that you were slow, but this is a new level. I don't hide, but I don't feel the need to wear my label written on my front either. If I have to pick one, I think bisexual would be ideal. Do we kiss now or do we wait until the Losers arrive?"
Thousands of questions arise in Richie's mind, but he wasn't able to answer any without risking their privacy at the Clubhouse because the Losers could arrive any minute now. He swallowed nervously and nodded, a good enough invitation for Stan to get close again and grab him by the hair the same way Eddie did, but using less strength and more firmness. Richie ate a moan, feeling the void growing bigger in his chest. Stan's eyes danced from Richie's lips to his eyes, he licked his own lips and broke the distance.
The kiss had nothing to do with the one shared with Eddie. The moment their lips got together the void in Richie's chest got filled with the need for Stan. Richie's hands didn't hesitate when they found a place on Stanley's hips squeezing with intention. Their mouths moved with need and urgency as if they wanted to become one. While Eddie's kiss was tongueless and awkward, Stan's was natural, organic. Stan was the first to try to use tongue licking Richie's bottom lip asking for permission to get in. God, Richie needed that so fucking much! He opened his mouth without complaint welcoming Stan's tongue like a dear old friend enjoying the sweet apple pie taste of it. This time he didn't fight back the moan that burst from his chest. Richie pulled the thin body closer and Stan held Richie's face between his hands to keep him in place while he adjusted better on his lap. Their bodies fit like puzzle pieces.
Oxygen made itself needed in their lungs, being the only reason why they separated. Panting in each other's mouths, swollen lips wetted with saliva, they looked at each other hungrily. This time Richie wasn't afraid of restarting the kiss. Something in his inside growled at the sight of Stan, that's why he sent his right hand to Stan's nape letting his whole arm press against Stan's column to keep him in place, then he made him move down to kiss him again. Richie was able to feel Stan's moan against his chest and he discovered that that was the most erotic fucking noise he'd ever listened to.
The kiss was hotter and needier than the first one. It wasn't enough. Seemed as if it would never be enough, as if they should spend the rest of their lives kissing each other because if they didn't do it the world would come to an end. They broke apart, nonetheless. This time, Stan let his head fall back trying to get this breath back, and his Adam's apple showed so deliciously in his throat that Richie couldn't control himself, so he bit it lightly, feathery touch of his teeth that was quite enough to make Stan shake in his arms, holding better against him. Richie responded to it by kissing the area, tasting it with his tongue not daring to suck, too afraid of marking him.
"Shit. Fuck… Rich, we need to stop." Despite his words, his hands caressed Richie's scalp making him tremble.
Richie let Stan's neck go just enough to look at him, trying to figure out his facial expression, regardless of the lack of glasses on his face and being in a cloud of desire. Stan smiled at him sweetly when he looked back at him, and Richie blushed.
"It's not that I don't want to keep going, but the Losers are on their way and I suppose you don't want them to find us with my tongue deep down your throat." He put Richie's glasses in their place carefully before leaving his spot in Richie's lap so he could sit on the trunk.
"Will you want that?"
"I don't care."
"Was it good? The kiss, I mean."
"You make some damn stupid questions, Richie."
"And you could very well answer them, please." His voice showed insecurity and he was hiding his face from Stan on purpose.
"Yes, it was better than good. It was better than I thought."
"Have you been thinking of kissing me?"
"I've been thinking of the things that trashmouth of yours could be used for besides 'your mom' jokes."
The silence between them stretched out; both of them were trying to figure out what just had happened and how to confront it. Finally, Richie sat in the trunk looking at Stan.
"How long have you known about me?"
"I'm a very observant man."
"You are, but only with the things you like."
"What are you implying, Richie?"
"You wouldn't have kissed Bill."
"No."
"Or Eddie."
"No."
"Why me?"
"You know why." Stan felt cornered and bare, but Richie's insecurity made him insist.
"No, I don't. Every time I ask, you say it's stupid and refuse to answer clearly. I can figure something out, but fuck it Stan if you don't tell me exactly, I don't know if what I think is real or if I'm just being plain pathetic."
"And why did you kiss me? I'm not Eddie."
"Aargh!!" He ruffled his hair desperately. "We can't have a conversation here. Let's go to my house. Don't give me that look, my parents aren't home. They just left after lunch, they're staying at my gran's for a few days, I was going to invite the Losers, but now I've changed my mind. Let's go."
The path from the Clubhouse to the Tozier's house was done in silence, with fast steps, not caring much about the suffocating afternoon summer sun. The house was quiet with some dish soap odor still floating in the air. Richie went straight to the house thermostat, turning on the air conditioner in the whole place, but then the nerves overcome him. He looked at Stan doubtfully fixing his glasses.
"I know that usually, we go to my room, but I don't know if, given the circumstances and with the house empty, you'll rather be in the living room or–"
"Shut up, Richie." He smiled aiming for the stairs following the well-known path to Richie's room.
Richie's bedroom was big with walls full of pop-culture movies and old music band posters. In one corner laid a worn-down guitar, there were piles of papers everywhere and half-empty snack bags on any surface. The bed had new crisp and clean sheets. Stan stayed there some afternoons every week during the school year, thanks to the agreement he had with Richie.
When he was just an eleven-year-old boy, Stan suffered an illness that made him lose almost a full school year, that's why he had to redo the lost grade when he recovered. Being a little boy he didn't actually care , but growing up he became aware that his friends would leave Derry a year before him, and that made him incredibly anxious. To solve it, his only chance was to improve his scores to get into the grade he should've been, and to do so Richie had a gift, he was extremely intelligent, though it was quite difficult to concentrate. The agreement consisted of Stan giving Richie some help managing his ADHD if he helped him with private lessons. With mutual effort, Stan was able to pass a grade, but they never revoked the agreement.
Stanley got into Richie's closet looking for something to change into. Usually, Stan kept clothing items in there so he could get changed when he visited in case he got dirty, wet, or had sweated. He wasn't the only one, the closet seemed a private storage for the Losers. Stan didn't choose between his tops this time, he picked the most well-worn and colorless of Richie's t-shirts, the ones Richie used frequently to sleep on. The light and worn-out cotton fabric felt way fresher against his skin. For the bottoms, Stan changed his trousers for some of his own sports shorts. Feeling refreshed, Stan climbed into Richie's bed with his back pressed against its headboard.
Meanwhile, Richie busied himself tidying up a bit, mumbling stuff, having absolutely no idea of what to do with himself. Being aware of Stan in his room, in his bed, with his t-shirt, was something completely new for him. Richie gave up on pretending when the holes Stan's eyes were craving in his skin were too much to ignore; he took off his shoes y threw himself to bed the most casual way. Thank fuck his parents bought him a big ass bed.
"So… We've kissed. Rad, huh?"
"Quite rad, yes."
"Why did you want to kiss me?" To his question, Stan took a big breath with weariness. "Tell me the truth because my head is running miles per hour."
"The same reason you'll want to kiss Eddie," Stan answered dark blushed, looking at his hands, clenched in his lap, craving his nails into the flesh.
"I didn't want to kiss Eddie."
"You've always wanted to kiss Eddie."
"That's not true. I wanted to do so for a while, but then I became aware that being obsessed with something that will never happen was useless torture."
"Then it looks like I enjoy suffering…"
"It could be." He confirmed grabbing Stan's left hand between his, tracing carefully the dim scar crossing the forearm from the wrist to the elbow with his fingers. Stan shivered. "When I found you, blade in hand, with all that blood– I knew I'd been too focused on my self-pity picturing an impossible relationship with Eddie. I moved on."
"Hmm…"
"I'm honest, Stan. Eddie's kiss shook me on too many levels, but I never thought it meant I could be with him. I don't think of Eddie that way."
Richie got Stan's arm closer to his mouth and kissed the scar close to the wrist, making him shiver again. They were fifteen when it happened. Stan had a terrible experience involving Robert Gray and Henry Bowers that unlucky summer, which added to his OCD and insecurity created the devastating depression cocktail that drove him to the darkest place. Stan never told anyone, but finding out how he felt for Richie was another piece of the puzzle. He was jealous of Richie and Eddie's dynamic and wanted Richie's attention just for him. It was awful to feel that fucking dependent and ignored, which is why he hid everything with his other insecurities. Stan compared himself with Eddie, and even though Eddie Kaspbrak was like a hyperactive raccoon with mysophobia, he was also brave, willing to fight any moment. Stan wasn't like Eddie so seeing him get the attention Stan desperately sought for himself fed the self-conscious demon that lived inside his mind.
He wasn't able to take it anymore one day. There was no trigger; that day didn't happen anything significant in class, or relevant with the Losers, not even with his parents. It might be possible that if there was actually a trigger people around him would be able to find comfort blaming something specific, but there wasn't such a thing. Stan just gave up. That day was tiresome, slower, and heavier with each passing hour. Richie said he'd go to the Uris' that afternoon to study, but on their last period Eddie stopped him, forcing Richie into lending him a comic, and when Richie didn't show up Stan knew that he was too busy with Eddie. Well… Yes, maybe that could be considered the trigger. Richie came fifteen minutes late, flushed and breathless thanks to the run, he threw his backpack on Stan's bed when Ms. Uris let him in. He couldn't find Stan at first, so he knocked on the bathroom door.
"Are you taking a dump, Uris? I'm already here, dude. Sorry I'm late, Eddie won't stop talking. Stan?"
The sound of something falling into the water was his only answer. Not the best moment for a fucking bath, really. Richie's alarms went off trying immediately to open the door, hitting it with ferocity.
"STANLEY!"
His claim worried Ms. Uris, who saw him breaking the doorknob when she showed up upstairs. Stan was shirtless inside the bathtub, his left forearm was wide open dyeing the water red, a blade shaking in his hands while trying to cut the flesh in his other arm when Richie entered the bathroom. Richie didn't hesitate; he snatched the blade and got Stan out of the water in one movement; he grabbed the closest thing to cover the bleeding wound, which turned out to be Stan's shirt. Ms. Uris snapped out of her stupor to collect as many towels as possible, covering the wound better.
If Derry found out that Stan had tried to kill himself, his mental health would get worse, that's why Richie moved quickly, spreading the rumor that he was misbehaving toying with some knives, thinking they weren't as sharp as they seemed, and ended up hurting Stan. The Toziers helped him with the rumor so the truth was only known by the Uris, the Toziers, and the Losers. Stan didn't want to tell the Losers at first, until one day he discovered Eddie and Bill were telling off Richie, calling him irresponsible, immature, and other hurtful things. Stan couldn't allow Richie to get all the blame, so he confessed.
For Richie, finding Stan in the bathtub that day was the most traumatic experience of his whole fucking life. He felt useless. He thought ill of himself. Richie believed he was the worst human being in the universe because he'd been so self-centered, he wondered if it was possible for him to stop it if he hadn't wasted so much time talking to Eddie that afternoon when he lent him the comic. Stan's hospital days had Richie always present, and when he was discharged, Richie named himself Stan's personal nurse-butler. Knowing it wasn't fair, Richie hated Eddie a little bit that day.
"So… Do you like me?"
"Richie–"
"I'm a needy person, Stanikins. I need you to tell me I'm doing a good job, that I'm a good boy, that you're head over heels in love with me. I need constant reassurance."
"I've liked you for a long time, but I wasn't as smart as you I'm afraid."
"What do you mean?"
"I gave in to my empty hopes even though I knew you liked someone else. I just clenched onto my feelings, willing to hide them forever. Our study afternoons were good enough for me. They still are, truly. The fact that we kissed doesn't mean that–"
"We could try, though."
"Huh?"
"We could try being together, don't you think? I know I'm not much… well, I actually am way too fucking much. Forget it. I'm full of shit and you already have enough, you don't have to bear with me. We can still kiss from time to time if you want… or not… whatever you want."
"Will you go out with me without liking me?"
"I never said I don't like you. I never thought of the chance and now I can't find any objection. We're practically dating already, we only missed–"
"Pushing our tongues into each other's throats."
"Exactly."
"Does that mean that you won't kiss Eddie again, although he tells you that he's sorry, inexperienced, and that he'll do it better next time?"
"Stanley, no more Eddie," Richie ordered, holding Stan's hand firmer.
"Fine."
This time the silence was more intimate. They were on the bed, looking intensely into the eyes holding hands. Their hearts were beating violently against their chests, a strong blush on their faces. Richie fixed his glasses with shaking hands; he decided it was better to just take them off, and on doing so Stan shuddered.
"Do you like me better with or without the glasses?" It seemed like a casual question but hid all of Richie's insecurities in it.
"Both."
He drew Richie to kiss him making it obviously difficult for him to put his glasses on the nightstand. They kissed with the same hunger and need that they did in the Clubhouse while going down on the bed, lying down. They held onto each other, hands never going under the clothes, not touching dangerous places; they weren't comfortable enough yet. Richie kissed Stan's neck again, allowing himself to suck lightly into an easy-to-hide spot. Stan's moans were the best reward. When by chance, the needy movement of their bodies made them feel their erections rubbing against each other over the clothes they drew apart as if an electric current had hit them.
"Do you– do you have experience?" Stan asked.
Richie had issues, sure, yet he was endearing enough to draw girls' attention and quite the determination to show Derry that he was as straight as a stick. He had some flings, nothing serious, so he never went too far. Therefore, Richie shook his head.
"I don't have either. We're not in a hurry, are we? We can–"
"Research at least. I don't believe that porn could be considered as a faithful portrait of reality."
"Trashmouth."
"Sorry. Want to play some video games to calm down? My parents supplied the kitchen, want something?"
Just like that, they moved to the living room with a too-visible bulge between their legs. They weren't ashamed; some part of them felt proud and confident thanks to that bulge because it meant that they were on the same page, although they tried not to look at each other's dicks. They played games and enjoyed some snacks as usual and the excitement went down on its own. The only difference between that afternoon and any other Richie's video game afternoon was the light brush of their bodies while playing, and that from time to time they kissed. In the middle of one of those kisses, Richie's phone rang with a grating sound.
"Uh… It's Bill. Play it cool."
"It's a phone call."
"Hey, Billy boy, how's the wild wide west?"
"Where the f-f-fuck are you, Richie?"
"Home."
"We ag-g-greed to meet at the Cl-cl-clubhouse!"
"Oh, and I was at the Clubhouse!! I'm positive one of you had already started to eat my m&m's bag and I bet anything on Bevy finding the joint I left. I know you. I've got there the first one, are you aware of how fucking hot it was in there? Dude! Did you really expect me to wait there for-fucking-ever? No way! I came back home and I'm playing games with Stan."
"But we agreed to meet!"
"Hold your horses, cowboy. Look, Mr. and Ms. Tozier are gone for a few days, so I thought we could do a sleepover tomorrow. How does it sound? We meet in the afternoon, eat tons of crap, and see a bunch of movies. Everything is in the comfort of Casa Tozier with my air conditioner. It's a better plan than staying at the Clubhouse."
"F-f-fine. Sounds good." Any trace of the initial anger in Bill's voice was gone now; he always got struck by Richie's quick rant at making plans. "I'll t-t-text the Losers. Do we bring s-s-something?"
"Your presence is good enough for me, my man. And maybe five bucks each to buy pizza, but that's just a suggestion, not a requirement."
"Yes, yes. I'll t-t-tell them."
"Soooooo… I wasn't so bad, huh? Do you think I was too obvious?" Richie asked Stan when he hung out.
"If Bill had been in front of you, yes. Is that way of shaking normal? 'Cause I don't think it is."
"I've freaked out!!"
"I can see that!!" Stan shouted back before laughing and speaking in a softer voice, "I have to go."
"So soon?"
"It's almost seven; my mom will go insane if I'm not home for dinner. If you want me here tomorrow I'll have to leave now."
"Fiiiiiiine. I don't have a choice but to let you go."
Stanley went upstairs to recover the clothing he was wearing that afternoon when he went out; meanwhile, the house cleaned up the place; but when Stan went down again, he found Richie ready to get out.
"Where are you going?"
"I'll drive my boyfriend home." The word made them blush. Stan crossed his arms before Richie, willing to look menacing.
"Do you believe I need an escort to walk a couple of streets?"
"Of course not. I don't want you to leave so I'd rather accompany you and say goodbye at your front door." He mumbled red-faced, without looking at Stan's eyes.
"God, you're adorable. I'll love to, honestly, but I'd rather not do a show for my mom. Come here." He gave Richie a peck and hugged him by the shoulders squeezing him against his body.
"Text me when you're home," Richie murmured to Stan's neck, not wanting to let go.
"As always, Rich."
"True. We're not going to change much in the end, we already behave like an old married couple. I spend my whole time texting the Losers, I text you the most when I'm home alone" He made the Macaulay Culkin face.
"Yeah, you even texted me about your shit routine."
"No! Oh my God! My life is running before my eyes… I made a fool of myself all this time. How can you like someone who texted you talking about the shape of his turds?"
"I do wonder it sometimes. I don't want you to change, though, I like you just the way you are."
"Oww, Stannie… If you liked it so much I'll text you a picture of my turd next time."
"Please don't."
It was hard to say goodbye, but Stan went finally through the door and Richie stayed there, watching him go until he disappeared.
To be continued...
#it stephen king#it andy muschietti#IT FANDOM#it fanfiction#richie tozier#stanley uris#Stozier#stanley uris x richie tozier#fanfiction#fanfic#AO3 Works#eddie kaspbrak
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Welcome to my blog
I’ve been lurking on tumblr for a couple months now so I figured why not do this. I’m pengui and I have an unhealthy obsession with Dean Winchester and im very gay and that’s pretty much all you need to know.
Real quick I want to discus, rules, they are important, first of all, anything illegal, keep that out of my blog and go to somewhere else. That means no minor/adult love, no incest, no non-con or slavery unless called for in a timeline.
Requests are open for order, there are ships I won't do for my own reasons but other then that I'll write pretty much anything and everything (unless it doesn't comply to state law) but I am pretty new to fanfic writing.
I'm mainly a fluff writer so that is what I'm the most good at, smut I'm also decent at, in not the best in the angst department, I might not be the best but I'll still try to write it, but beware, it won't be the best.
I’m in quite a few fandoms but I’ll probably only write for these but I am open to fandoms. The fandoms I write for are down below. Enjoy your stay!😁
Supernatural(I’m only up to season 11)
Chilling adventures of Sabrina
The owl house(I’ll only write fluff or angst)
She-ra
Descendants
Titans
Marvel( there are some movies I haven’t watched)
Pokémon
Genshin impact
IT(Mainly Bowers gang)
Modern Family
Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus and Trials of Apollo
Avatar the last Airbender
Stranger things
Dream smp (tbh I haven’t actually watched it but my friends talk about the lore a lot and I do want to write for it)
I might add some more in the future also I don’t think I’ll write for female readers also please add some semblance of a plot. So yeah send me your requests
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Modern Patrick’s Predictive Text
#it#it 2017#bowers gang#modern!bowersgang#patrick hockstetter#modern!patrick#modern!patrick hockstetter#modern!bowers gang#patrick hockstetter headcanons
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Flicker
He was once her everything. It’s been years since she’s so much as uttered a word to the raven-haired boy who haunts her dreams. But, that’s all about to change.
His eyes have been on her since they were young, the only thing that he could even possibly consider being real alongside of him. He never left her, always watching from the outside looking in, keeping those away who would tarnish what has always belonged to him. It’s time that he reminds her just where she stands.
“You’ve always been mine.”
Coming Soon!
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Hdjdjd I just dreamed about an it modern AU.
I was so sad waking up, so let's write it down, so you can be sad with me.
So it was comic starting showing some mountain chalets "this story is about a winter camp"
So in this au, pennywise is the... Guardian (?) of the camp. "in this camp, penny has to keep an open eye* (we only see his foot, from the back, the comic is in black and white and his foot is slightly glowing blue).
I don't really remember why, but basically he has to keep an eye on the Bowers gang who's probably bullying some kids.
There was a cute panel of them sleeping, Henry on belch shoulder, and Vic on Henry's lap, they're glowing blue too, a panel of a smiling peny (probably bon grey form)
Then a panel of a bunch of kids playing. All glowing blue.
"they all find occupations, but sometimes they're bored, no one come visit here, except once a year" panel of a guy, see from the back, walking in the snow, with a big backpack. Then panel of the front door of the camp, we can see it's old and broken, as if no one had visited it for a long long time.
Panel, the guy walking, we see his face, it's Patrick, older.
"sometimes he wishes he was better, he wishes that he wasn't grounded that day" he walks in the camp, he does not see the glowing blue kids that run past him. He goes through the camp, remembering his memories from the past (like he sees his past self with his friends) then he sees himself getting grounded, not allowed to go skiing with the group, then him learning that they all gone wanted after an avalanche, probably dead. He remembered trying to kill himself, seeing his friends during his short comatose.
We see the Bowers gang walking with him saying things like "wow you're old!" "you can buy beer without fake ID now" they're happy, his face is still frowned (?) he keep walking in the mountains "sometimes he wishes he was still in coma, to see his friends again" he keep walking deeper in the mountains, he knows the place.
He stops in a caves, and start to undo his backpack, Vic on his shoulder, asking questions, no answer. He takes some things out, a bunch of material.
"maybe today is the day"
You see him running to the edge of the mountain, by another exit, then jumping from it.
You see him falling, little panels with him becoming more little every time. Then you see a parachute.
"maybe not"
The Bowers gang is shouting encouraging things, they're exited, it's cool, they're proud that they're friend is scared of nothing.
Patrick is sad.
I really dreamed that, as if I was reading it on Tumblr, the author was giving some more information, like how they read an article recently, and that inspired this, giving they're discord to contact them, and saying that only one person (their friend) was allowed to write a whole fic about this AU. It seems so real. So here it is, if someone want to write it good, draw it or anything, it's for you.
#it 2017#bowers gang#henry bowers#patrick hockstetter#victor criss#belch huggins#reginald huggins#Tw suicide#Tw suicide mention#Tw death#Pennywise#Kind pennywise#Ghost#Winter camp gone wrong#I just want to see some panels#Like the sleeping one#Or Vic on the shoulder of Patrick#It modern AU#It alternative universe#it stephen king#I'll stop here with the tags
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