Sometimes I’ll just read the most profound, heart-wrenching piece of literature, and then remember that I’m on AO3 and it’s an It fanfiction published in 2017 with an author’s note saying “wrote this last night because I was bored lol”

made a bingo sheet for my species of weird kid

am i or am i not maybe sorta gonna drop a patrick hockstetter x goth!reader?🤭

saddle up y'all, because it's about to get real 🤠

Stan is definitely bragging

“Richie lived six months in the Deadlights,” Eddie blurted out, as soon as he finished chewing his last bite, causing Richie to gasp and aspirate on his coffee. “Let’s talk about it.”

sneak peak from too high, too far, too soon

➪𝗧𝗲𝗱𝗱𝘆- 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵

➪𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀- 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀

➪𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀-𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

➪𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱: 7 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 16 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀

➪ 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁- 1,392

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Bill started walking up the stairs to y/n's room as her mother let him in. He had been going round the house quite often so her mother had gotten used to him and allowed him in unlike Richie who her mother didn't like with all his bad words and sexual talks. Her mother had grown to like him and usally invited him round when y/n wasn't feeling well or just needed someone to talk to. He was always her mothers first choice for help with her daughter seeing as he made her happy.

He wanted to see her earlier but he got caught up with Richie. Bill wanted to leave Richie to talk with y/n but he never had the chance until Stanley and Eddie showed up. He knew if he left then no-one would notice. Y/n and Bill have been what you call high-school sweethearts. He met y/n in your first year of high school. They bumped into each other almost simultaneously after you locked eyes. Since then the rest is history.

Bill opened the door quite quickly thinking y/n was awake. "Y/n I wanted to ask if you-" he stopped in his tracks. He noticed she was asleep, curtains open and she was on top of the sheets curled up tight with a Teddy. He didn't get a proper glimpse of the teddy until she slowly turned over to her side. The light beaming from the outside onto the teddy that he now saw. A very familiar teddy. Georgies teddy. Bill placed his bag and books,that he had brought over to study for an upcoming test, under her desk and sat at the end of her bed.

Bill began staring at the teddy thinking of georgie and how he had lied about being ill to not play play him on that rainy day. The day played through bill's mind as he remembered georgie waving goodbye and a peircing scream coming from down the street. A tear left his eye as he began looking more at the teddy.

Y/n must of felt someone staring as she almost immediately woke up. "What are you doing here?" She had asked him as he still sat there looking. "I w-was um c-coming round to r-revise for t-the test" he had stuttered. His stuttering had gotten worse over the months and he knew it. "Oh sorry I completely forgot I was out like a light seeing as I didn't get much sleep last night" y/n indicated that it was because of the quarry and especially only Richie. Richie toizer had made them all stop up till midnight just so he could say his new joke about how he fucked Eddie's mom. It was a good joke till you fell asleep on the floor and Richie shook you awake. Bill got her to ride at the end of his bike.

Y/n noticed Bill's constant staring. "You okay?" She asked him. His concentration didn't change he didn't even hear her until she clicked her fingers for attention. "I said are you okay?" He just looked at her and looked down again "that t-teddy it w-was g-georgies" he admitted to her. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't know"

Earlier on in the week Bill had said that she could have any teddy she chose to help her sleep well at night. She went through his room and found a teddy that was on his desk. Y/n then took it and had slept with it ever since. Bill at the time didn't know which teddy she took and thought his parents took Georgie's teddy in a box of his stuff.

"I can give it back it's not an issue, I honestly didn't know it was his" Bill shook his head as she said this. "I-it's fine you d-didn't know a-and t-this way I can b-b-be w-with both of y-you" he smiled. He moved himself closer to y/n as she placed her head on his chest. Bill wrapped his arm around her and the teddy laid in-between them as she fell asleep. He placed a kiss on her forehead and then he placed a kiss on Georgie's teddy.

"I wish h-he w-was still h-here, I think y-you would l-like him" "I think I would very much"

After this was said they both fell asleep. Bill woke up an hour later hearing a noise. He silently moved away from y/n and followed the noise. Bill saw a figure with a yellow coat run past like thunder. Here and then got in a second.

Y/n must of felt someone leave because she woke up not long after. "Bill you alri-" she noticed he was gone. She immediately jumped of the bed leaving the teddy and went to find Bill in her house. She heard a noise so of course she followed it. Bill still followed the noise and went down y/n's basement. It was filled with water. Y/n found were Bill was and she ran down the stairs. "You okay what's wrong?" She had asked but he didn't respond. He was lost in thought more or so instead looking at something a yellow coat. He pointed at it. Y/n looked at it and slowly moved down the stairs. "It is just a coat" she reassured him. "You lied and I died" was heard. Y/n heard it and went back to Bill. He held her in his arms. Her body was facing the basement floor and started scanning the room for activity.

Bill was very considerate of you so when he knew that y/n was scared he asked her to "go u-upstairs". Y/n being the stubborn one she shook her head and stayed by his side. Something near the yellow coat moved, legs appeared then even a face. "Georgie" Bill had muttered. Y/n knew this was impossible seeing as georgie was and scientifically dead. More dead than a guy who was shot with blunt force head trauma. "Bill, you sure it's him?" She had asked with more like a whisper tone.

He looked back at her and didn't give her a response. Instead he walked towards the coat, towards the water in the basement and towards the voice. "You lied and I died" was heard again. Y/n started following Bill through the water. "You lied and I died" only being a few centimetres away the voice grew louder. The coat disappeared. Bill and y/n started walking back up the stairs. "You lied and I died" was kept being repeated. Y/n pointed towards a figure that was now infront of then, clear as day it was georgie. Georgie Denbrough. However, his face was different it was covered in a weird substance. "Maybe we should go Bill" she had said to him. The dazzling yellow coat with now the recognised face still kept repeating "you lied and I died" "Bill what's he talking about?" She placed her hand in his as she asked him. "You weren't really sick that day were you?" "N-no I w-wasn't g-georgie" "Bill come on we should go" Bill moved closer towards georgie. Or was was the representation of georgie. Tears fell down bill's face.

"It's not real Bill come on" he didn't listen. Instead he walked closer to the disoriented georgie. Y/n grabbed his arm and dragged him up the basement steps. "W-w-why did y-you do t-that?" She took him back down the basement steps."see, it wasn't real" she then walked up the stairs to her room alone. Bill took one last look before walking up the stairs. He followed her to her room. "Here" She handed him Georgie's teddy. "You need this more than me" he handed the teddy back. "I n-need to l-let go, I c-can s-still be with georgie if you k-k-keep it.

He gave y/n a kiss on her lips before sitting at her desk to study. Shocked at how quick he changed the subject of seeing a representation of georgie, she sat down and started revising with him. "I l-love y-you" Bill came out and said. "I love you too" she smiled.

can u plsss send recs of reddie fics? preferably teens losers!!

ALL TIME FAVOURITE

It sounds a little weird if you read the caption because Eddie is literally a doll but this story is beautiful and I've read this so many times and cry every single fucking time so PLEASE give it a try. Also 10/10 losers dynamic, loved Ben so much in this, Richie and Eddie are also spot on.

If you like Harry Potter/Hogwarts AUs

This right here is what I always wanted from an Hogwarts AU and I even don't care that they put them in houses I don't agree they fit into but it's amazing 9/10

Superpowers/enemies to lovers

Ahhh the need to draw fanart for this is so strong but I feel like it's too old already haha. Richie and Eddie have opposite powers and can't hurt eachother and it's angsty and beautiful and great!! Not enough fluff for my taste (but I want them to hug all the time so what do I have to say) and the ending is a liiiittle weak but still SO worth reading.

If you are looking for like, Highschool AUs let me know, I would have to look for my favourites because I can’t remember them off the top of my head.

hey hey hey

is anybody here still interested in streddie?

cuz i am

so much so that i wrote a fic for it

enjoy <3

“top bill” this and “top mike” that and “sub stan” this when i know that the RIGHT and TRUE dynamic is bottom sub bill, switch vers mike, and dom top stan, DUH

Boys don’t cry

Warnings

-Dysphoria

-Misgendering

-Unsafe binding

-Panic attacks

Everybody is at Richies house for a sleepover. They’re all in the living room watching Clueless, and Eddie, Ben, and Bev are making bracelets. Stan’s phone vibrates and some of them look for the source of the iPhone ringtone. Stan pulls his phone out his pocket. “Mom’s calling me, be right back.” Eddie and Mike nod and everyone goes back to watching the movie. Stan walks to the other room down the hall and answers the phone. “Hey mom.” Stan says. “Hey Soph! Are you having fun at Richie’s?” Stan immediately goes blank, all the color drained from his face. “It’s Stan.” He says, coldly. “Hmph. Whatever. I just don’t want my little girl taken away. Do you really hate me that much?” His mom says, teary. “No! I don’t hate you! And it’s not like i’m leaving you. I’m just being who i really am.” Stan says back. “You aren’t being who you really are. Stop being fake and making stuff up. You’re a girl, from your birth until your death.” His mom says coldly. Stan stays silent. “Goodnight Sophia-“ Stan cuts her off at the end. “Goodnight Mom.” He hangs up. Stan walks into the bathroom, and takes his shirt off. He stares at himself in the mirror in his binder. He slowly takes off his binder, tears streaming down his face. He stares at the mirror, at his body. He sobs loudly, he doesn’t even care who hears. He falls to the floor and sits against the wall with his head in his hands. After what it feels like hours of hysterical crying, someone knocks on the door.

“St-Stan? It’s me, B-b-bill.” The voice outside the door says. “C-Can I c-come in?” Bill asks. “One second.” Stan chokes out. He quickly puts his shirt back on, and a sports bra he kept in his backpack, not bothering to put on his binder. He knows Bill won’t judge, and Stan just doesn’t care about anything right now. Stan unlocks the door from where he’s sitting, and says, “You can come in now.” very quietly. Bill slowly opens the door to see Stan sitting on the bathroom floor, sobbing so hard his eyes are red, and his binder and phone on the floor next to him. Bill crouches down infront of Stan. “S-Stan! What happened? A-are you okay?” Bill frantically asks the smaller boy. Stan cries. “My mom.., she’s just,” Bills face softens and looks empathetic because he knows what Stans mom is like. “She keeps forcing me to be ‘her little princess’. She deadnames me whenever she can, she pretends that I never came out to her and my Dad. My Dad always genders me correctly and uses the right name and stuff, but it’s just- my mom is such a bitch.” Stan sobs. Bill sits down next to Stan, and Stan leans his head onto Bill’s shoulder. “I’m s-so sorry, St-Stanley.” Bill says, putting Stans hand in his and squeezing it. Stan squeezes back. “I’m alright, just sometimes I wish i was a real boy… Maybe not sometimes, more like a lot.” Stan smiles sadly. “What are y-you talking about?! Y-you ARE a ruh-real boy. You’re a-as much of a boy as me, and ruh-richie, and eddie, and any boy at scuh-school, and any boy a-anywhere.” Bill almost yells. “I guess. I just hate my body.,.” Stan sighs. Bill looks down for a very very quick second, and realizes Stan doesn’t have his binder on. Stan blushes. “Sorry. I guess I should have told you- or I can put it back on-“ Bill interrupts. “N-No! If you don’t want to p-put it back on you don’t have t-to. Plus, when you d-don’t have it on i d-don’t really mind. You are you ei-either way.” Stan smiles. “I love you,.,” Stan blurts, he quickly covers his mouth with his hand. Bill laughs softly. “I l-love you t-too, Stanley.” Bill says. “Is it okay if I... kiss you?” Stan asks. Bill nods. They lean in for a kiss and Stan puts his hand on Bills neck. After a while of kissing the bathroom door opens.

“Hey, you weirdos oka- OH MY GOD!” Stan and Bill let go of eachother. Stan looks the other way as Bill stands up quickly to face Richie standing in the bathroom doorway. “HOLY SHIT. WERE YOU GUYS MAKING BABIES?!” Richie yells as loud as he can. “NO!! NO WE WERENT!” Stan squeaks. “W-we were just k-kissing..” Bill smiles and looks down to Stan. Stan covers his face in his hands with embarrassment. Richie smirks at them. “Who in the hell is making babies?!” Eddie runs into the bathroom doorway. “What?” Eddie says blankly. Stan and Bill start laughing. “Let’s just go back to the living room guys.” Stan smiles. Stan waits for everyone to leave the bathroom. Bill notices he isn’t coming with them, and turns around. “You coming?” “I don’t know. Do you think I should put my binder on?” Stan asks. “It d-depends. How l-long have you been w-wearing it?” “Oh, since about 7 this morning…” Stan says quietly. “H-holy shit. Thats 13 h-hours. If you want to get top s-surgery when you’re older you sh-shouldn’t wear it that long.” Stan sighs. “I know, I know. I’ll keep it off.” Bill nods. “Th-thanks.” They both leave the bathroom. Not one of the losers says anything about stan not wearing his binder, and he’s very grateful about that. Stan feels like everyone is looking at him though, even though they aren’t. Stan’s phone keeps buzzing after the movie ends. Stan pulls his phone out of his pocket. “It’s my dad, i guess i better answer him… uhm, is it okay if you stay in the guest bedroom with me while i call him?” Stan asks Bill. “Yea, s-sure. i won’t s-say anything if y-you don’t want me t-to.” Bill says. Stan grabs Bill’s hand and they walk to the guest bedroom.

“Hey Dad.” Stan says. “Hey, son. How’s my boy doing?” Stan smiles at the extra gender euphoria. Bill’s so happy for Stan. Atleast one of Stan’s parents isn’t an asshole. “Good. We just finished watching a movie.” Stan says. They chit-chat for a while until Stan’s dad finally says, “Sorry about what your Mom said earlier. You know how she is about… that.” “Yea. It’s okay, don’t apologize, it’s not your fault. I just wish she understood!” Stan replies. “Yea, so do I… well i have to go to sleep now because I am an old man, goodnight.” Stan laughs. “Night, dad.” The call ends, and Bill and Stan stand up from where they were sitting on the bed. “That went well, i’m glad your dad’s so supportive.” Bill smiles, holding Stan’s hand as they walk back to the living room. “Me too.”

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Hiiii!!!! I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY AND I THINK YOU ARE SUPER DUPER AWESOME!!!!!! 💞

HIII I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY! YOU ARE SUPER AWESOME!!

Here's the answers your emojis! (thank you sm for asking!)

❤️ (What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?) - this one is realllllly hard for me! I really like this piece from You Idiot Kid- "Raph barely cried, and he never sobbed, but, god was he close now. “Leo! Please just tell me you won’t tell him! He- He’d hate me! I don’t want him to know! Please. Promise me Leo. Please. For me.”" But I also love this from Leaving Old Memories (MAJOR SPOILERS) - "He had pressed the cannon button. He had Shredder's head in the cannon. He knew it would jam and kill not only The Shredder, but himself, too. He wasn’t afraid. His brothers were safe. He wasn’t afraid, he really wasn’t, but there was a squeezing in his chest. Even in his last moments, all he could think about were his brothers. But they were safe. He had made sure of that. He closed his eyes. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep our promise, Leo." both of these break my heart oml.

🎁 (Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?) - I'm so glad you asked this becuase I actually have two wip's that I'm really happy about right now. One of them is an angtsy Racey fic, and the other is a pretty wholesome comfortish fic. Heres one of first paragraphs from my Racey fic - "The amount of times he looked through he and Casey’s text messages in the last 24 hours was alarming. The amount of times he had looked through their pictures together was even more so. He knew he was being dramatic, he could still be friends with Casey, he knew that, but he still felt like he had lost one of the most important people in his life. He knew Casey didn’t like him like he did, but still, the confirmation hurt." And heres a piece from my more fluffy one from Donnies perspective - "Depending on how severe the nightmare was, he sometimes would make a nest of blankets on the ground next to Raph’s bed. Though he didn’t like to admit it, he found it really comforting to sleep in Raph’s room, away from all his beeping and buzzing machines that he lived with. Eventually, he would come to Raph’s bedroom not only when he had nightmares, but also when he was frustrated with whatever he was working on late into the night. He found it helpful to rant for a short time, then curl up and sleep in the soft warm light coming from Raph’s night light."

💕(What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?) - Probably Fade Me Away! I like, can't stop thinking about it. Not that anyone reading this is probably interested, but my favorite of my It fics is probably Seeing You Makes it Better. I just think theres something so romantic about it that I haven't been able to bring into my TMNT fics at all.

🦈(Which character is the toughest to write?) - Definitly Mikey 100%. Don't get me wrong, I love him so much, but I just feel like it's really hard for me to relate to him. He really reminds me of my little sister, though, so I just try to think of her when I write him!

🚦(What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?) - My favorite to read and write are defenitly really sad angst fics, but with hopeful endings. Especially in my It days, I would often have the last sentences be that way. Examples, "Even if things weren’t exactly okay right now, Bill was certain they would be, as long as he had Stan on his side." Or, "Bill felt the weight of the night lift off his chest. He was safe with Stan, and he always would be. Stan was enough of a home Bill would ever need." I like the fic to really hurt, but I don't like to leave people walking away feeling compleatly unhappy lol.

💡(How many WIPs do you currently have?) - 6! 4 TMNT ones and 2 It ones, but the It ones are realistically pretty abandoned.

🎯 (Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?) - Not really! Though I'm almost at 50,000 words on ao3, so that'll be fun to hit!

🎨(If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?) Omg anything really. Thats like a dream of mine. I guess if I had to choose, Raph with his mechanical arm from Fade Me Away would be really awesome!

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it's tiiiime <3

The Losers' Club is reunited for yet another summer at Camp Neibolt, full of sun, swimming, and sex (and watching the campers, of course). But before the kids can even arrive, counselors start turning up in the woods, mauled to death by something. Or someone. It's up to the Losers to find out who's behind the disappearances--and save their summer.

The Deadlights: Backstage

People always seem to leave out that when you hit someone, it hurts you as well. Richie's knuckles had a dull pain when they met Bill's cheek bone. He suppose it made sense. After all, bone to bone contact was probably not something most people were familiar with.

In his defense, he could help but not deck Bill in the face at least once. He would give anything to outright serenade his childhood crush every concert. To hear it would put him on cloud nine. And yet, there Bill was, walking backstage, arm being gripped tightly by a random girl that couldn't even sing. He barely could register the devastation on Bill's face when they approached them. One second he was comforting Stan in his dressing room, the next he was gripping Bill's shirt in his fist and going to town.

He also barely registered Mike and Ben, yanking him away from Bill. He was blacked out up until he felt small, soft hands on his face, and grey eyes looking into his. Eddie could always stop his emotions going haywire. Especially when the expression on his face was so dejected. Standing on his tip toes, his hair a mess from the concert, and eyes scanning Richie's making sure he was coming back. How quickly it made Richie's anger and frustration melt away.

When Mike and Ben finally let him go, he slumped a bit, but he glared daggers at Bill. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" His voice practically growled out, coming from his chest. He watched Bill rub his face, it already starting to swell up from the contact. "There is no way you are that dense dude."

Bill opened his mouth to say something before his "date" stood in front of him. Her voice was practically screeching, making Richie's head pound. He could compare her to an eagle right now with all the screeching she was doing. He could barely make out what she was saying. Something along the lines of "how dare you" or "some friend you are". Richie couldn't stop the chuckle coming out if his mouth. Honestly it couldn't even be compared to something as small as a chuckle. This was louder, barring teeth as he smiled a little too big. He was laughing. At her words, her voice, her defending Bill to HIM.

He saw her take a step towards him, pointing a finger at him, before Eddie and Beverly stood in front of her. "How could you defend him?" She squacked. Richie rolled his eyes. "He just punched your friend!"

"I had it coming," Richie looked to Bill. He could definitely see the ruin on Bill's face now. He looked like he was almost about to vomit, which honestly made Richie want to punch him again. He instead took a deep breath in, closing his eyes for a moment as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I j-j-just want to t-t-talk to Stan." Richie adjusted his glasses, looking from Bill to Mike.

He could hear the ridicule from Stan in the back of his head already. He would snap at Richie cause, "this isn't worth getting in a fight over". But it was, at least to Richie.

Richie and Stan had always confined in each other. About bad grades in school, song lyrics and notes, but mostly about crushes. There were so many times Richie was on the verge of a breakdown, feeling like he was wrong for how he felt. That he was corrupting not only Eddie, but all of them. He figured that's what all the years of bullying did to him. Whether he admitted it out loud or not, he wasn't confident. He was scared, no, terrified. But Stan was always there to listen. And so was Richie.

That's the only reason Richie joined The Deadlights. Stan had explained time and time again that using music was the best way to get their emotions out. Richie teased and joked about it, even when Stan told him it'd give him a confidence boost. He would roll his eyes, tell Stan he couldn't even play a stick on a fence properly, and change the subject. Time and time again. Until Stan, and Eddie, heard him sing.

He always did it privately. In the shower quietly so his family couldn't hear, while he did dishes alone, even when he pedaled his bike around town. But one day, he was doing his dishes in an, what he thought was, empty home. He had heard a lovestruck song on the radio over the past few days, and now he couldn't get it out of his head. When he heard Eddie and Stan gasp, his fate was sealed.

Now here they were, Richie basically guarding Stan's dressing room, having just punched the man Stan's been serenading since. Richie crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "Why?" He asked, waiting to judge the answer Bill would throw together.

Before Bill could get a word out, the wanna be Fergie squacked again. "I'm not asking you seagull migee," Richie snapped at her. He was tired, sweaty from stage lights, and his head was already pounding. He looked back at Bill, about to open his big mouth again before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He looked down, but only slightly. Stan was always closest to his height, making it easy on his neck at least. He met Stan's eyes. They were red, puffy, and still a little wet. But without a word, Richie pushed himself off the doorframe, wrapping his arms around Beverly's and Eddie's shoulders. He nodded to Mike and Ben, the two of them nodding back, before walking off to leave the building.

Richie glared at Bill again as he pushed Beverly and Eddie after Ben and Mike. "Dont fuck up, or I'm punching the other cheek," is all he muttered out before following the other four. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets, slouching a bit as he walked. His hand stung, sending a pain up his arm and back down.

He really should put ice on his hand.

“You’ve been staying with Ben and Bev?” Richie asked, dumbly. 

“Yeah, you idiot,” Eddie said with a short, stiff laugh. “I mentioned it at dinner.”

“The whole time?” he asked. “Since Derry?”

“About then, yeah,” Eddie said, and he struggled to pull his strap higher onto his good shoulder with his only hand, hyperextending his thumb in a way that looked almost painful. “Ever since I filed for divorce.”

Everything Richie thought that he knew about how Eddie had been spending the weeks since Derry reworked itself in his mind.

sneak peak of the next chapter of too high, too far, too soon