#IT Fanfic

[princess-glassred]

If i made a really long IT au fic that was about the losers club as classic fairytale characters that still kept all the horror elements from their older versions would anyone read it? Like it starts out as just the losers having a fun adventure to take down the great evil of fairytale land until it suddenly gets real as fuck. I feel like it could be a cool blend of two different things because IT is a horror book that deals with growing up and overcoming childhood trauma and most old fairytales are like that.

[tozierlvr]

posted another sequel to my fic...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66255274/chapters/170806189

check her out...

[birdhousesinyoursoul]

maybe im just mentally ill but i really want to write a fic of the losers meeting in a psych ward (similar to nightmare on elm street’s dream warriors) but i think im the only person who would want that

[through-the-white-noise]

your broken wings will learn to fly

a stan uris centric fic about a boy with scars and the friends who stand beside him

in a world where the Losers Club does kill It in the summer of 1989, Stan Uris can't manage to escape It until he makes a choice he doesn't intend to go back on

read on ao3

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[cwtchzl]

every time a i see a fic where stan is dead but eddie is alive an angel loses its wings

[real-globophobe]

'"You takin’ up photography? I’ll happily be your model, baby.”

“Good, ‘cause I need more like it,” Eddie tells him, his heart beating like an African drum.

“Oh, do ya, now?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Just for the fuck of it, or…?”

“Or. I’m gonna get her to leave us the fuck alone, Rich.”'

Having spent the last five months waking up to dozens of missed calls and stacked messages from his soon-to-be ex-wife, Eddie decides that enough is enough. It's time to prove to Myra once and for all that he's happier without her.

[marshbevvie]

The Confrontation

The same dream. She’d been having the same dream for weeks.

She returns home from a date with Ben or from styling someone, walks home, humming. “Hey, Dad!” She calls out, expecting her kind-faced guardian to come along, to ask her how her day was, to hug her, or tell a terrible joke. Or for her brother or adoptive mother to explain his absence. Instead, she gets: “Bevvie? Is it really you?”

Every single time she freezes. Every single time. Shrinks back and he’s there— back from the dead— sitting there and staring at her—

Each time, she wakes up with a start before anything can happen.

Not this time.

This time, she knows it’s a dream. She’s been free from him in a while, having fully let the past go.

“Why are you here?” She demands this time.

“I came to see you,” he replied. There’s something wrong with his eyes— foggy. They’re foggy. “I came to see you,” he says again, and she stares him down. Steps closer without fear. It’s her dream. She can wake up whenever she wants.

“To see who?” She says coldly.

“Don’t play games. You know your name. I know it too,” he stands. “I’ve missed you. Please. You can’t keep me hanging like this.. can’t.. keep.. you leave messages in blood out in my windows. Say it’s the kid’s fault you’re dead. Elfrieda. OH GOD ELFRIEDA WHAT DO YOU WANT!” He screams, as if he’s the one afraid. As if he’s the one weak. Beverly’s upper lip curls in disgust.

“I’m not fucking Elfrieda. That’s my mom’s name. Leave her alone. And stop bringing her up in front of me!” Beverly hears herself scream.

She remembers. Oh god, she does. The way he’d stare at her? The way she’d felt so disgusted? His face lingered longer on her chest once? “You look just like your mother,” he said once, even though everyone said that she got her fiery temper from her father somehow, usually only people who never knew the real story, who didn’t know what was going on, how he’d threatened and badgered—

—and how once when he tried to unzip her dress her brother had run in and attacked him and yelled that he knew exactly what he was doing and Beverly was afraid then and afraid now.

She was scared. Maybe it was her fault— but no it wasn’t. But they all said she was a whore— but she wasn’t! And every day he’d asked, calmly stated that he’d have to check himself one of those days to see if the boys hadn’t ruined her too much. She remembered what it felt like to be adopted. To have hit him over the head and almost killed him. To hear he was in jail.

Now as she stood here, staring at him, she saw blank, dumb emptiness behind his eyes.

No. It wasn’t the clown. The clown’s influence wasn’t doing this.

Beverly stepped back.

“I’m not your victim. Not anymore,” she said. “I put it behind me. I have people who love me. And.. you threatened awful things. You almost did them. You knew. You knew it was wrong,” her voice dropped to a whisper. “And you couldn’t stop yourself.” She suddenly saw it in full clarity. “Because Momma was dead. Nobody to hold you back. And I looked just like her, didn’t I?” She laughed tonelessly.

“Well, I didn’t ask for that. And I don’t forgive you. But I understand, in a way, even if you don’t deserve my understanding. You were broken and needed to be either fixed or destroyed. You could see what you were doing and somehow at the same time didn’t. You were a sick man, Father,” Beverly said. “Elfrieda,” he said, only confirming what she’d been thinking.

“Leave me be,” Beverly whispered hoarsely. She remembered what he’d said before, about the blood-written messages and him feeling like he’d seen her, and saw a man tormented by his own soul. Who’d made Beverly herself feel that horrible guilt and shame.

“Go now,” she said, trembling. “Go. I get it now. And I don’t forgive you. But I understand,” she said again. “And I won’t be like you, okay, Dad?”

“It’s okay, Beverly,” she thought she heard someone say behind her, so she spun. She saw a light, gingery-red, coming through the window—

“It’s okay, Beverly. My brave girl,” she heard a voice say. A woman’s voice. The light faded, and Beverly felt a tear roll down her eye.

She turned around; the ghost of her father was gone.

The house slowly began to melt away around her, and she woke up then. It was the weekend; she’d taken a nap.

She sat up slowly, and found herself smiling.

That night, she didn’t have the dream again. She didn’t think about her father since.

But she did ask her guardians about her mother, about sweet Elfrieda she wished she could have met..

[curiousbadger]

I was tagged by @striderepiphany to show a snippet from one of my WIP: This one comes from my Teacher/School Nurse AU First time Richie and Eddie meet, when Richie is bringing one of his kids to the Nurse's Office, Richie was not aware of the new nurse and still doesn't know their name

Richie looks over at Mimi when he hears that they’re gonna disinfect the scraped knee now. When she’s told that it’s gonna sting a bit, she makes this uncomfortable whining noise, so Richie offers his hand for her to squeeze and tells her to not hold back and give it all she’s got, “I can take it!”, and once Mimi gives a strong okay to that, Richie looks over at the other fella in the room, “Go for it, Doc!” and, said fella, replies with scrunched eyebrows, “I’m a nurse, not a doctor.”, before checking with Mimi if she’s ready with a smoother, caring facial expression. ‘What the hell did I do?! And how can I get him to make that face again////?’ Richie isn’t given long to wonder about that before Mimi is squeezing his hand, and he starts to act like she’s got him in a vise grip. *kicked in the balls voice* “...See? That wasn’t...so bad.” He says while trying to give her a thumbs up but wincing in pain when he can’t. That got some giggles out of her, and a big Band-Aid was already on her knee. ‘Woah, he’s fast!’ Then leaning over a little to the medical person, *loud whispering* “Do you think it’s broken, Doc?” Richie offers his hand to be looked at but he figures that he won't– “I’m still a nurse, not a doctor.” the man says (rudely cutting off that last sentence) with the scrunched eyebrows making their return. While Richie was mentally celebrating his little victory; he was about to pull his hand away, when the dude reached for it and started looking it over. As he was checking each finger and if Richie felt any pain or soreness in any of the areas he was touching, Richie was on auto-pilot answering all those questions because he was much more focused on the fact that the hands that were holding his hand were so firm but surprisingly gentle...

And I'm pretty excited about my Giant/Human AU, here's part of the outline: Richie (age 11) got bit by some creature on the thigh when him and the other Losers were at the Quarry. He starts going through, what seems like, an "awkward duckling" phase. 27 days later, back at the Quarry, a new huge monster shows up

As they’re all running and hiding from the monster, it zero’s out Eddie (because of course it would)

Once it’s cornered Eddie, the monster raises one of its many clawed appendages and is about to strike him through the chest

Richie, seeing this about to happening, charges at the monster

A mix of high amounts of fear, anger, love{‘shut the fuck up your mouth!’} and adrenaline, causes something to snap in Richie, as he’s running at the monster, causing him to grow massive in size

There are other physical changes too

His eyes have completely changed colors

His nails are definitely now classified as claws

Any teeth that hadn’t fallen out and became sharper are now all very sharp

And his ear are pointed

Richie is having no problems beating the monster to a black bloody mess, he seems to be in a berserker mode, his pupils are very blown out

Once it’s dead; Richie is breathing heavily, after awhile, Richie shakes his head, like he’s regaining his focus

Not fully remembering everything that just happened, mainly knowing that the monster is dead, Richie turns around to check on Eddie but he doesn’t see him...until he looks down and sees a very small Eddie staring extra wide eyed at him

Richie freaks out because, he thinks, Eddie shrank

“Eds?? Fuck, Eds, what the fuck happened to you??!” Eddie, who was frozen in fear because, no duh he was, blocks his ears with his hands because Richie is too fuckin’ loud but it helps to snap him out of it to yell back at Richie, “Wha-what happened to me?!! You’re the one who’s a fucking giant, dumbass! What the fuck happened to you!!?” Confused, Richie says, after getting on his knees to be closer to Eddie, “What? No I’m not-” “Volume, idiot!” Eddie interrupts with his hands back over his ears Richie quickly covers his mouth with both hands, and says he’s sorry but it’s all mumbled because he didn’t move his hands yet. Once he does move his hands, he whispers he’s sorry. Now, feeling something wet on his mouth Richie tries to wipe whatever is on it with his forearm, and pauses when he sees a black smear on it now, and then looks at his hands. They’re also covered in the black stuff, and he sees now that his nails are claws, and his breathing starts to quicken.

And I'll tag @sunshinereddie to post a WIP snippet, if they want to✌💕

[when-the-spagheddie-hits-the-fan]

LOSERS PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING AU

I was inspired by some lovely people on my Dircord Group when they were shooting some ideas about this, and talked to my Spouse, who knows more about wrestling dynamics and stuff, it got real long. So if you're curious here you go!

-Stan was a wrestler for "The Big Company" but left to start his own company, and started scooping other wrestlers. He was looking for wrestlers that he knows could be so much more. His main talking point is basically, ‘Aren't you tired of _____, don't you just want to go ape shit?’

His role is “The Manager”, he deals with management but he still performs in the ring.

(Even if Stan isn't mentioned for each character just know that he's the reason they decide to join him)

—

-Bill is a "Face", the good guy. He can do no wrong, he wins like all the time and he’s a legacy. Because of this glorified favoritism people start to view him more as a "Tweener", in this case that's a face that gets jeered.

But there was a specific point when this started to happen.

—

-Richie is this trash talking “Heel”, a bad guy. He’s broad and naturally strong but his favorite way to take down an opponent is with his mouth (lol). He’ll smack talk anyone to the point where they’re so angry they’re unable to think, and then Richie has a much easier time taking them down. This place is way better than the last place he wrestled. There he was also too much of everything but here he can finally be himself AND the people like him even more for that.

The first time Richie went against Bill is pure chaos. Richie, as always, is shooting off his mouth, and is thriving but Bill? Bill is losing, bad. No one has ever seen him fuck up this much before. This is a side of him no one's ever seen before. You can tell Richie is having a blast, and the audience is loving it. This is the start of Bill becoming a tweener and his story arc can begin (TBC).

Eventually, Richie will have a soft face turn, meaning he's gonna have a gradual shift in character and become a face but he'll still have heel tendencies. You can take the mouth out of the trash but you can't take the trash out of the mouth.

—

-Eddie, who was seen as small and not as capable, was a “Jobber”, a wrestler whose main job is to lose. Stan could tell there was so much more potential in Eddie, potential that shouldn't be contained. You know when you’re working retail and no matter how terrible a client is, you never talk back? Now imagine this person, for the first time in their life, is let loose and allows themself to go off. That’s Eddie. He’s been stifled his whole life, now that he’s free he’s never going back in that box again.

Eddie is way stronger than he looks and faster. And because of his size it's hard to keep a grip on him, he's just this feral little thing.

Of course Richie was shooting off his mouth when Eddie went up against him, definitely making cracks about how short he is. Before Richie is able to finish one of these quips Eddie runs full speed at Richie, spider monkey crawls over him, and with ease sends him flying over his shoulder (if you blinked I’m sorry but you missed it). Richie lands hard on his back and is stunned, he had no idea Eddie was that strong. Eddie steps on his chest and with a smirk asks, “Is that all you got, big guy?” and Eddie clearly said this loud enough so only Richie could hear him. (Richie will definitely be saving this moment for later////) Btw, Richie lost that match.

—

-Bev used to be in an all women’s league. She usually had a great time and it was a great way to get her stress and anger out but she had to deal with a lot of bullshit backstage. The league kept trying to push her into roles she didn't want, and because of the roles people started perceiving her in a cruel unflattering light. Stan saw someone that was bursting with creativity and has a fire that needs to burn.

With Bev finally having the freedom to express herself; she models her new outfit after the phoenix. It's stunning and sparkly. She also helps enhance everyone else's looks for their outfits, and makes sure they're functional for that person's movements and fighting style.

—

-Ben is not a wrestler even though people have been telling him he should since he was young because of his size. But he's never been able to fully commit, he's too much of a big teddy bear for that. I was thinking he could be a referee. He's very fair, and because of his build he's able to  de-escalate a situation and get the match back on track.

He's still a part of the performance. A well known weakness of his is Bev. And no, not like a ‘he favors her in the matches so he makes sure she always wins’ kind of way. Bev does not need his help and he knows that, and he respects her (and the rules) too much for that bullshit. I think a fun thing would be that tag matches happen and Bev's teammate is in the ring, Bev can easily distract him and get all his attention on her just by talking to him. It's a nice way for Bev's team to get some illegal hits in, and it really riles up the crowd. 

—

-Mike is an unknown, and a late addition. His role is rare, it's “Educational”. Most of the time, these are wrestlers that were formerly a real-life student, or scholar or worked similar jobs, like a librarian in this case. Mike is extremely well versed in professional wrestling (and its history), and though Mike looks like he could do well in ring, he's got a more natural strong build thanks to past farmer's work, no one will give him a chance because they think his gimmick is boring and lame. Stan thinks that's bull. Mike's the full package, he's got the brains and brawn.

For instance, when Mike does his speech before his match with Bill, he performs it like it's a lecture and explains why Bill has no chance of winning, and it's so inspiring and entertaining and well executed that it ignites a new passion in the audience that they didn't realize that they had for the sport.

Also, he loves his dorky phrases, like “I'm gonna throw the book at you!”, “Mind if I check you out?!”, “A book in the hand is worth two on the shelf!”, and “Support your local libraries!” (Richie is a big fan of this)

—

-Patty eventually comes on as a Co-Manager. Her and Stan work really well together, and she's taller than him (a fact that needed to be known). She's also a Jack-of-all-trades, she can do just about anything you need on the ring. She's the person you call when you need to spice things up. She also matches well with everyone, whether their her foe or ally.

Fun fact: She is so kind and gentle, a real pleasure to be around, and she can out drink anyone and then some. And that isn't something you're naturally born with. Patty has a past, and she may or may not tell wildly different stories when asked about it (all done for a good laugh of course).

—

Some more about Bill (because it would have been too spoiler up there)

Because Bill is a legacy he's been training his whole life to continue this family tradition, and that's a lot of pressure. And his dad sucks. And his old management sucks. And this role he feels forced to play sucks. He is so bored and is fucking tired of playing the perfect golden child. And Stan can clearly see this, and can tell that Bill is more than a one trick pony.

So Bill loses to Richie, and that's when the people start to turn on him. Bill is okay with this, more than okay actually. It's been so long since people were genuinely reacting towards him. So he loses to Eddie, Bev, Mike, and Ben keeps calling him out for illegal moves. It gets to the point where Stan and Patty have to make him an example in the ring for everyone to see.

Bill has fallen from his pedestal. Everything he worked so hard to build is broken. Now he can make something better.

(I haven't brought up wrestler names, besides like Richie being Trashmouth, I only came up with Bill's because of his story. Just wanted to say that before this next part.)

The next time Bill is in the ring he's no longer Billy the Kid, now he goes by The Lone Ranger! He fully embraces being a tweener, he's an anti-hero.  And everyone agrees, it fits him real good.

[princess-glassred]

⚡️STOZIER FREAKY FRIDAY AU ⚡️

Freaky Friday is one of my fav movies and bodyswaps in general are one of my fav story tropes ever, so I decided why not make a Stozier bodyswap since I'd already done one for Eddie and Henry. :>

I was going to make this a fic but i don't have the energy for this so here's just the entire plot of this au told through bullet points. *shrug*

This au is dedicated to @cwcthzl because they are literally the god of stozier and the only reason i'm into this ship at all. I hope you like it :).

•This AU starts with the Losers as teenagers just living their lives, they've all got big things going on and it's made the losers feel a little strained lately, but no two losers are more at odds than Stan and Richie.

•Richie and Stan have been at each others throats a lot lately, with Stan being so high strung from recent events that he's found Richie usual annoyingly endearing demeanor just plain annoying and Richie finding Stan's straight laced no funness like a roadblock.

•It's hard to say that Richie and Stan dislike each other now, they are still very much friends, but it's more like... they don't understand each other. Stan knows Richie can be so bright and insightful but for some reason he prefers to come off as a lazy dumbass, while Richie knows Stan can be so fun but he's oddly deadset on coming off as Mr. Perfect all the time. It's not ideal.

•As said before everyone is very busy with their personal lives, Richie is not only dating Connor Bowers and very intent on making the relationship as perfect as possible, but he's also scheduled to have his first real comedy act televised on tv as a line up of other comics. Stan's got a scholarship interview that he HAS to get or else he'll be fucked cause his parents are broke. He also absolutely needs this jamboree to go off with out a hitch because his poor troop has literally never won a jamboree before and if he doesn't win this year his parents are going to make him quit and start focusing on other stuff. Of course Stan would rather die than let that happen, especially since he's the oldest in the troop and the newbies are relying on him to teach them everything.

•These events, however, cause a major divide between Stanley, Richie, and the rest of the losers club when they turn out to be happening at the same exact time. It wouldn't be so bad if Stan and Rich could just be adults about this but they insist they need their friends support for their big day and refuse ro cooperate otherwise. Stan thinks he needs the lucky seven to give him the extra boosts to win while Richie thinks he needs the lucky seven to ease his anxiety while he's on stage. When the rest of the club outright refuse to pick sides in this petty arguement it makes both Stan and Rich unbelievably pissed with each other. They argue in circles over who's event is more important, who has a better chance of actually succeeding, and most importantly of all- who's fault it is that now none of their friends are going to show up.

•The losers try to have a little celebratory dinner for Richie at the jade of the orient but it goes south very quickly. Stanley cannot stand how richie drools over his boyfriend connor and richie can't stan stanley's passive agressive nature. That's when one of the hostesses takes notice of them and swaps out their fortune cookies on the table for two special ones.

•The conversation gets so heated that Stanley awkwardly shuffles off to the bathroom and Richie follows to continue their argument.

•"Seriously Stanley!? What's wrong with you? You're whining about a boy scout jamboree?" "It's not about that! It's the fact you're being selfish!" "I'm being selfish!?" "You're always seflish Richie! All day every day is always about you and what you want! You don't even do anything to deserve it!" "You're right Stanley, i'm sorry i'm so lazy and annoying that i'm the one thing about your life that isn't perfect!" "Perfect? You think my life is perfect!? Oh buddy you need a serious reality check!" "Well It's not my fault whatever i have going on is always more interesting." "You know what richie? I wish you could spend just ONE DAY in my shoes and see how "interesting" it was. Maybe then you could learn a thing or two about responsibilty!" "I'd love to be you Stanley, all i'd have to do is just sit around and complain about everything 24/7. Lord knows I could use a break." "A break? From what? Making goo goo eyes at connor and shouting unfunny quips into a microphone! I'd love it if that was my biggest problem!" "I wish you'd change!" "I wish YOU'D change!".

•Richie and Stan march out of the restaurant and on their seperate ways, only making the rest of the losers even more concerned. On their respective walks home they realize they still have their unopened fortune cookies and crack them open. It simply says "It'd pay you well to walk a mile in someone else's shoes". Suddenly Richie and stan both feel a little tingle, but they don't notice it enough to freak out over it. They stuff their fortunes into their pockets and keep walking.

•The next morning Richie wakes up in Stan's bedroom. He doesn't fully understand why he's there yet but when he looks in the mirror he shrieks. Staring back at him is Stan plain as day, which could only mean he is Stan now.

•It's fairly early in the morning, so he has time to go check on Stan at his house before the day gets really started. He politely knocks on the front door.

•"Oh hi Stanley." Maggie says with a smile. Her look of vague recognition and pleasantness deeply hurts richie. She's  looking at him the same way you'd look at a friendly stranger, not her son.

•"Hello mo- Mrs. Tozier. Is Richie up?" "He should be, I heard him banging around up stairs like he always does. Why do you ask?". "Well we had a fight at the Jade of the orient last night and I was worried." "That's sweet of you, i'll let you two talk it out.".

•Richie, or rather Stanley, walks upstairs to his bedroom and politely enters. Poor Stan is curled up in the corner of the room covered in bruises and crying. He couldn't see when he woke up, and what little he could see in his blurry vision was unfamiliar in color and size. He kept running into things all around the room and accidentally hurting himself, he's very clearly upset and confused.

•Richie picks up his glasses from his bed side table, briefly considering that it's lucky stan didn't accidentally break them when he was fumbling around, and carefully puts them on Stan so he can see.

•Stan shrieks when he sees himself standing in front of him and immediately scrambles to the other side of the room.

•"Stan it's me, Richie-" "-No-" "i'm richie!" "-NO! You're some freaky demon thing that's come to steal my face" "pffft. You just said cum." "Holy fuck you are Richie."

•Stan and Rich run over to Richie's mirror and begin to mess around with it.

•"Jeez stan, why is your hair so curly and floppy- if i were you- i mean like, if every day i were you, i'd wear hair net 24/7" "Richie your tongue is so long, my tongue isn't that long!" "Heh, that's what she said." "....who's "she"?".

•They start freaking out and wondering how this even happened, and it's only until Stan points out they both have really important things going on that they understand just how fucked they are.

•Just then, Maggie knocks on the door. "Stan?"

•"Yes?" They both ask.

•"Your parents are here to take you to the synagogue."

•Fuuuuuuuuuuckkk.

•"Richie, we have to open the door." "Actually I think we can just live in here-" "Richie, open the door." "We can hide under the bed-" "I'm opening the door." "STAN WAIT NO I HAVE NAIL POLISH WE CAN PAINT EACH OTHERS NAILS- Hiiii.... mom and dad.".

•Donald and Andrea are not very happy to see their son flee their house early in the morning, and when they ask for an explanation richie is frozen still, so stan has to explain for him.

•Stan nudges Richie so he'll have to say something, but the best richie can come up with is "Can you guys let us chill for a sec?", which makes Stan cringe so fuckin hard.

•They're allowed some privacy which is when Richie finally realizes he and Stan are in a freaky friday situation, at which point stan points out that it's actually Sunday and he's never seen that movie. Richie has the very natural reaction of almost screaming his head off when he finds out Stan's never seen freaky friday.

•They realize they have to pretend to be each other because they have too much important shit going on, Richie has to practice for the show tonight, Stan has to speak at the synagogue, Richie's got a date with Connor he CAN'T cancel (connor gets really mad when richie cancels), Stan has to have lunch with a college admissions guy to get his scholarship, Richie has to do his stand up on tv, and Stan's got the jamboree at sundown. They only have a few hours when they're not busy so they have to commit or they're both screwed.

•Richie brags that this will be a breeze since acting like Stan can't be that hard. Just act like you have a stick up your ass 24/7 and nitpick your surroundings. Stan in turn says that acting like richie will be totally easy because "at least i don't have to worry about being funny".

•The day is, unsurprisingly, a total nightmare.

•Richie's speech at the synagogue is total shit, he gets so flustered he just takes the plot of The Goonies and retells it as if that's some inspirational story he thought up and everyone miraculously buys it.

•Stan nervously waits outside the synagogue for his parents and Richie. He asks him how he did and richies all "great!... i think i accidentally said you had a weed addiction at some point but the congregation thought you were stronger for it so it all worked out.".

•Connor swings by to pick up Richie for their date. Richie had to act like he's not into it at all and poor stan has to act like he's very into it. It does not go well.

•Stan also hates the outfit he has to wear to the date, who the fuck wears a hawaiin shirt and jorts to a restaurant? Also holding onto richie's stupid coke bottle glasses is way harder than he though, no wonder he always breaks them.

•The actual date is surprisingly easy to navigate because Connor doesn't ask stan a lot of questions about richie. In fact... he doesn't ask any questions about Richie. Almost like he'd be happy asking questions to anything and it didn't matter if richie was here or not.

•"Uhm, excuse me- Connor darling- you've been talking for a while." "Yes? And?" "Well it's just that I figured you'd wanna hear about what i've got going on." "Later Rich." "You say later, but i fear that's just a fancy way of saying never." "Well it's not my fault whatever i've got going on is a lot more interesting than what you do".

•Stanley winces. Was that why Richie said what he did at the restaurant? He was internalizing was this asshole said to him? That's horrible.

•"My life is interesting, I work hard and I have a big gig coming up, don't you care about that?" "Yeah yeah yeah, it's cute." "Cute? It's a major milestone for me and that's all you can say?" "Jesus Richie, you sound so insufferable today. You've got a real mouth on you, what happened to the guy who hung on my every word and worshipped my feet? You used to he so easy and now you're pulling out these big words." "I'm actually kind of smart connor, i'm not stupid just because i listen to you. I'm a straight A student!" "Yeah but... that's not the same as being ACTUALLY smart." "But I am smart" "Yeah, you sure dress and act like it.".

•Stan bites his tongue and clenches his fists, seething.

•He never knew someone could feel so dismissed just based on how they dressed and behaved. It felt deeply wrong to sit here and have every smart thing you say be dismisses because you were wearing a hawaiian shirt and dared to do silly voiced every once in a while. Why didn't anyone wanna take Stan seriously like this, not even his supposed boyfriend? Is this how Richie feels every day?

•Connor moves into kiss him.

•Stan punches him square in the jaw.

•Meanwhile Richie gets ready for a fancy pants lunch to discuss his potential scholarship, a lunch he is late for because he cannot figure out how to tie a bowtie.

•The dinner is obscenely awkward, the college admissions guy is asking Richie all these questions about finance and he doesn't know how to actually answer him which is crazy because his school record shows he's very good at all of this. His parents insists it's just nerves though, their little Stanley is perfect.

•Richie does his usual of trying to use humor to deflect from his pain, but it just kinda annoys his parents who can't stand it.

•Richie feels absolutely heart broken that there's all this serious adult talk going on around him that he's just supposed to accept and understand. His parents don't pause to explain anything to him, they just accept that he's a mini adult that doesn't require any extra attention, even though he's clearly terrified and struggling. Dear god, does Stan feel like this every day?

•He ends up acting kind of crazy, it's not really Richie's fault though. It's more Stan's parents fault for insisting he tell stories he was never there for, basically forcing him to make up stuff on the fly. Richie's natural mannerisms also don't help things at all, he talks totally different to Stan- a lot of accidental curse words and rambles and nervous laughs in between words. Stan talks with purpose, like every word he says counts and if he doesn't have a reason to talk he'll stay in his own head. Richie talks without thinking a lot, so unfortunately the lunch consists of a lot of word vomit.

•Ultimately, Richie walks away from the lunch with his "parents" feeling like he failed Stan and embarrassed both of them.

•When Stan head's off for rehearsal he's extremely early to the building, as per Richie's request. Maggie and Wentworth are there to help him rehearse but that proves to be less than helpful for poor Stan. Richie is very dedicated to being a comedian, to the point he practices for much longer than your average stand up act, and he takes way less breaks. Maggie and Went have been told multiple times by Richie that they have to push him to the limit so in their vye to be supportive they accidentally don't allow Stanley breaks or time outs between sets.

•Stan also finds saying Richie's material very humiliating, he has to try to do voices he's never attempted before, recite cringey dialouge, and pretend like he finds hid own really stupid jokes comedy gold. Stan knows he has a strange sense of humor no one else understands, and that seems to have leaked into his delivery of richie's monolouges. He appearently lacks the ability to just deliver words like they're funnt.

•Maggie and Went lie though and say he's doing great, which makes Stan with his own parents, despite his love for them, would have the same unconditional support for him.

•Richie and Stan meet up at around 2 o' clock to discuss how everything went and their conversation doesn't go great.

•Richie feels awful for screwing up Stan's future and Stan feels tired and drained from the endless practice. When Stanley reveals that he punched Connor in the face Richie loses it. "You punched him!? And he dumped me!? Stanley are you crazy!?" "Really Richie!? You're mad right now abour losing your boyfriend!? I might not get to go to college at all because of you now!" "Don't you think I know that!? Oh what am I saying? Of course you don't! You think i'm stupid just like everyone else!".

•Richie defeatedly sits down on the side of the robe and unties his shittily done tie with tears in his eyes. He pulls his legs up to his chest.

•"I'm sorry Stanley. I tried my best. I really tried. I guess even when i'm you i'm a total mess..."

•Stanley sits down beside him and sighs. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blame you for that. This is is a scary time for both of us...".

•"...Connor didn't really care about me, did he?" "no, Richie, he didn't".

•"I guess that's one little silver lining to all of this. Lord knows i wouldn't have been able to stand up to him myself..." "Why were you even with him at all?" "Because- I liked knowing somebody loved me, even if it was all fake." "Oh Richie, you deserve a lot better than that.".

•Stan and Richie wanna sulk on the side of the road some more but then they see Bill run down the street after them like it was urgent and they have to see what his deal is.

•"Stan! Rich! B-boy, am i glad I found you. There's s-something happening at school! You have to sssseee it!"

•They race to the school but when they get there everything's fine.

•"What gives you guys? What's the problem?"

•all of the losers point at a sign in front of the school that usually says "CURFEW 7 PM" but now says "OPEN GUIDANCE COUNSELING SUN 1 PM-4 PM".

•"YOU SAID THERE WAS A CRISIS!" "YOUR FRIENDSHIP IS IN CRISIS!"

•Richie and Stan plead with their friends that they're fine but their insistance is not heard, so they are practically shoved into the guidance counselors office.

•It might have been a decent idea if the guidance counselor didn't allow a bunch of their teachers to sit in on their conversation.

•Stan and Richie start out by jokingly insulting each other and making it so like they're confessing. Richie even said he's got ultra violent tendencies then whispered "I punched my friends boyfriend in the face" to the counselor.

•The counselor suggests they try roleplaying as one another to work out their issues and ofc Stan and Richie just look at him like -_- "no.".

•Slowly the talk gets more and more serious though, and when the teachers start psychoanalyzing the boys they quickly swap from insulting each other to standing up for one another. When the teachers say that Richie is unfocused and brash and idiotic, Stan stands up for ""himself"" and says he's just got a different way of communicating his feelings. And when the teachers say Stan is a worrisome sad sack in class Richie stands up and says "I have a lot going on to be upset about! I'm sorry I'm not happy all the time! Some people don't feel the need to lie when they're unhappy, and I think that's a wonderful quality!"

•Stan and Richie leave the counselors office arm and arm, feeling confident and happy with one another, happier with each othe

•Rich assumes the boyscout jamboree will probably be a cake walk for him and Stan's dedication to it is more of Stan just being Stan. He is very wrong.

•Stan's troop are a lot like the losers club themselves, a bunch of rejects that nobody wants to look out for and somehow manage to make straightlaced Stan look like the cool badass leader. They can't accomplish a god damn thing, and Richie nearly tears stan's hair out over it.

•The Jamboree judge and organizer is literally insane. He is a grown ass man who absolutely peaked in high school and has decided to take out all his roid rage on unsuspecting scouts. He makes Bev's dad look tame and Henry's father look sane. He's a fucker, plain and simple.

•The jamboree is also not what Richie expected at all. When he heard the words "jamboree" he expected people sitting around a campfire singing songs and having a good time. Not VIOLENTLY INTENSE ATHLETIC COMPETITION. Maybe it would be like the latter if it wasn't ran by a a fucking crazy person, but evidently it isn't. So suck it up, play the impossible trivia, make a mona lisa out of macaroni and glue, and run a military grade obstacle course in five minutes, bitch.

•Eventually, Richie is tasked with doing a bird call and he can't even whistle in his normal body so.... yeah.

•He is also asked to tie a scoutmans knot. Richie didn't even learn how to tie his shoes until he was 10, so again... yeah.

•He's absolutely exhausted from the obstacle course, his legs straight up feel like they are going to combust and when Richie dares to stop running for a second he gets a scream through megaphone into his ear.

•He does not end up winning the jamboree for Stan BUT he does end up getting the event cancelled when he does the unthinkable and stands up to that jerkwad judge. He goes full trashmouth and roasts the crap out of him, igniting a chain reaction of kids and troop leaders stand up and realizing this shit is not normal and leaving midway through the event.

•Richie rushes through town to get to the location he's supposed to be preforming at and manages to sneak in by pretending to be a tech guy. He runs into the backstage area and sees Stan utterly paralyzed by cameras and audience members, terrified to even make a noise.

•He notices Richie standing off to the side and bolts off stage to talk to him, prompting the audience to laugh like it was an elaborate bit.

•"Richie I can't do this! That was horrifying!" "No no no! What about practice!?" "I think I blocked that out due to trauma" "Fuck- oh! I know!". Richie takes a spare ear piece off the table and puts it on stan.

•"I've been practicing that stand up for weeks, i can feed it through to you and you can just repeat it in a funny way!" "No no! I can't even do that!" "Oh my god stan, don't tell me you've never seen a stand up special before!" "Uhhh I saw Eddie Murphey on tv once?" "Great! Just go out there and act like Eddie!" "Right... Murphy, not Kaspbrak right?" "Oh my god yes! Now go before the audience thinks there's something wrong with you!".

•Stan does it and it surprisngly gets easier and easier the more jokes he tells. It helps that the crowd is fairly drunk, but he's got the cadence down pat. When the set is over he proudly takes a bow and runs back to Richie for a high five.

•"That was awesome Stan!" "And a cool inverse of tropes cause... ya know, most comedy writers are jewish." "Was that an attempt at an original joke?" "...yeah." "...i love it, no notes.".

•after a little while stan and richie determine that this all started from those fuckin fortune cookies and they rush home to get their fortunes they didn't throw away yet. They stand in the exact spots they were in when they wished the other would change, holding onto their fortunes.

•but... nothing happens.

•They don't understand. They did everything right, they saw the world through one anothers eyes. They walked a mile in their shoes. They learned important stuff. Why aren't they changing back.

•"Oh god. Stanley... what if this means.. we CAN'T switch back. What if one day is now every day, and we're stuck like this forever?" "Please no..." "Stanley if I had known that I swear i would have never wished for this." "We both wished for this Richie, it's not just your fault. We both fucked up. We both ruined each other's lives." "Stanley I'm scared." "I know... I'm scared to.".

•They determine that if they're really stuck like this then they have to tell the losers, which is going to be extremely hard but at least they can comfort each other while it happens.

•Richie prefaces what he's about to say by saying he's been an over dramatic asshole, mostly because he had his own issues he wasn't properly dealing with. He just wants to say that he's sorry and that he loves all of them no matter what.

•Suddenly, Stanley and Richie both feel a tingle, oddly similar to what they felt when they first opened their fortune cookies.

•"Richie, can you say that again?" "I love you and I'm sorry?"

•Another tingle

•Stanley knows what they have to do now, they had learned but they'd never apologized. They never admitted how they felt, and that was what this was all about, so of course they didn't switch back.

•"Richie, listen to me. I love you more than anything, I love your messy hair, I love your stupid glasses, i love your ugly shirts and silly jokes and every dumb thing that comes out of your mouth. You're one of my bestfriends and I treated you like you weren't. I'm saying this now though, I love you no matter what and whatever makes you happy is what I want for you. You're worth more than I could ever properly say, and I'm sorry I lost sight of that.".

•Richie starts crying.

•"I'm sorry I didn't listen Stanley, i'm sorry i projected onto you and tried to make your problems seem insignificant. I was such an asshole and you don't deserve that, you're fun and wonderful and interesting in your own way. I know because I think you're fun and interesting. I love you, and I wished I never hurt you".

•TINGLE TINGLE TINGLE

•BOOM

•Stan looks down at his hands, Richie looks down at his legs. Yep. They're back.

•They hug each other tightly, tears in their eyes.

•"Stanley, i'm so sorry." "You should never, don't be sorry" "if you thought I didn't care about you-" "Don't say that. I know you do. I know you do and I love it.".

•The losers watch this unfold in confusion. When bill asks if they missed anything stan and richie just tell them not to worry about it.

•Funnily enough, everything turned out just fine in the end, and it was ironically because of the body swap fiasco. The crowd LOVED Stanley's awkwardly relatable stand up, and the beginning gag where he ran off the stage was simply divine. And the college admissions? Richie's curt attitude and spontaneity made him stand out in a good way! He got a full ride, appearently they thought he was one of those mad genius types. Woohoo! And Connor? Richie dumped his ass all thanks to Stan's encouragement. And the boy scouts? They held another jamboree a week later that was fair and actually fun, and guess what? All the losers showed up to support him! And he won! Fuck yeah!

•And they all lived happily ever after... or at least until Bill and Eddie got into an argument at jade of the orient in their 20's, but that's a story for another time ;).

•The end.

[whiskeytangofxckers]

I'm going crazy trying to remember this fanfic like it's basically eddie died but then an alternate dimension version of him shows up at richie's place saying it's his and richie died in his dimension or something like that. it's honestly been years since i've read it but like it popped into my head and i'm going crazy thinking about it

[naeleys]

MASTERLIST

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

an heir for a heir — jacaerys velaryon twin

more to come soon…

GAME OF THRONES

dragons blood — a got fanfiction [multiple targaryen oc ]

more to come soon…

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYPIAMS

coming soon…

IT [2016 & 2019]

coming soon…

TWILIGHT

coming soon…

HARRY POTTER

coming soon…

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

coming soon…

[through-the-white-noise]

goodbye, my friend (goodbye, my love)

not quite sure what came over me with this one tbh. it's 1.2k of richie angst

Richie says goodbye. Eddie's voicemail doesn't respond.

[cyaaaa-lmao]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)

Relationships: Henry Bowers/Original Female Character(s), Henry Bowers/Lizeth "Liz" Johnson Characters: Henry Bowers, Lizeth "Liz" Johnson Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort(??, Emotional Hurt(??, Mention of medication and pill consumption, Mention of harmful habits (substance "consumption"), Vulnerability, discomfort, mention of vomiting, neither of them is okay, Henry does the best he can even though he doesn't know much, Henry cares deeply for Lizeth, Henry affectionate(??, Henry and Lizeth are between 15 and 16 years old, Mention of underage substance use, Cigarettes, serious health problems, One or both of them are mentally unstable, probably both are mentally unstable now(?, Too many problems for two adolescents, Teenage problems., Lizeth has terrible health, poor Lizeth

¿ . . . ?

Henry woke up.

He was sweating, feeling his body cold; clearly showing signs of nervousness.

The boy had had another one of those horrible dreams, a "nightmare" as others called it.

Henry got up from his place, while looking into the complete darkness; his eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet.

After a few moments and confirming that he wasn't in his room, but in Lizeth's room, he turned slightly to look at the bed, which was completely empty.

"Lizzie?" Henry got up from the mattress on the floor and began to slowly explore the room.

How many times had he come to Lizeth's room?

How many times did he check Lizeth's room to see if there was any different detail?

Perhaps too many times to count.

Apparently everything was the same as the last time he visited that place; posters of bands, movies, and cartoons were stuck on the wall. The shelves were filled with hand-decorated boxes containing cassettes and vinyl records of all her favorite music, plus a few crafts.

The study table was in the same place as always, empty and tucked away in a corner.

The "creativity" table (as Henry had baptized it) was still the same or perhaps worse, as it was a mess Lizeth referred to as disorder.

Yes, everything was the same.

Maybe…

Henry approached the dresser, opening several drawers randomly, where he only found more boxes and makeup.

Henry made a slight sound of disgust.

"she thinks I'm stupid" said Henry, and then began to search through the dresser drawers.

After a rather short while, he found what he suspected… A box of cigarettes, hidden deep in the drawer in an attempt to "camouflage" it. In addition to this, he also found medicines and pills that Lizeth was supposed to no longer take because she had improved.

Henry put the cigarette box in his pants pocket and headed for the door of the room.

He slowly exited the room, peeking his head out to see if anyone else was awake at… two in the morning? Probably… So when he didn't see anyone lurking, he began to walk. Quietly approaching the bathroom.

The bathroom was at the end of the hallway, its door was closed but it was known that someone was inside, the light was on and it was trying to escape from under the door.

Once he arrived, his hand grabbed the lock and opened the door, causing the person inside to scream in fright.

Lizeth looked at Henry, she seemed almost nervous about the boy's presence.

Henry looked at Liz, and noticed she had a toothbrush in her hand.

He returned her gaze.

"What are you doing in the bathroom at this hour?" Henry asked.

But there was no response…

Lizeth swallowed nervously, glanced at the boy for a moment, and then returned her gaze to washing her hands.

She was avoiding him, didn't want to look at him.

Lizeth carefully placed the toothbrush back in its place.

"Since when do you smoke?" Henry asked again.

"What?" Lizeth looked at Henry, her brow furrowed. "Did you go through my dresser?"

"That's not an answer, Liz."

She doesn't really know what to tell him, or rather, she doesn't know what excuse to give him, because he already knows them, even if she's never told him, he'll know it's a complete lie.

"Why do you smoke?"

"It's none of your business, besides, you do it too."

"Just because I do it doesn't mean you can, especially with that shitty health of yours, Lizeth."

Lizeth felt her body go cold. That meant he had found not only the cigarettes but also the medication.

She also began to feel a headache coming on…

Henry leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, looking at Lizeth.

She hadn't moved an inch from her spot. She kept her head down, as if she were fragile.

"You scolded me so many times not to do it, and in the end, you're doing it yourself," Henry spoke in an almost sarcastic tone. "You shouldn't do it, you know, because when you're thirty, you'll have the lungs of a ninety-year-old."

It wasn't normal, and truth be told, it was so strange to see her like this; vulnerable, as if she had done something terrible that no one was supposed to know about.

"Did you throw up, didn't you?"

She nodded slightly.

Then she heard a sob.

She's trembling.

Guilt is consuming her…

"Screw you, Lizzie, I'm not scolding you or anything. That's your brother's job." He approached the girl carefully and she hugged him.

Henry wasn't a professional at consoling people, in fact, one could say he wasn't the right person for that moment. But right now, there was only him, and consoling her was the least he could do. After all…

She kept her head resting on his shoulder. She continued to sob in complete silence.

"You're a crybaby" he mentioned, looking at Lizeth. "Do you want to watch a movie? We can watch Frankenstein if it makes you feel better."

Henry hated Frankenstein with all his heart, but he knew that was her favorite movie.

She nodded in response. Again.

Henry and Lizeth broke apart from the hug. He turned off the bathroom light and then took the girl's hand to return to the room.

Maybe asking how she felt, if she wanted to talk, scream, cry more, or something really good and constructive would have been better than asking if she wanted to watch a movie. But somehow he knew that if he asked, it would be worse, and if she hadn't had the courage yet to tell him, neither before nor now, it must be for a reason. Therefore, avoiding the problem and distracting her mind a little with something Lizeth would like was the best option —and the only one he could think of— at that moment.

"You know, I want to skip class, I'm not in the mood," she confessed, looking at the boy.

"Lizzie saying she wants to skip class on a Monday? I never thought I'd live long enough to witness that."

Lizeth gave him a weak punch on the shoulder, which only elicited a chuckle from him.

"You're an idiot, Henry."

"Thanks, I already knew."

She smiled.

"Thanks" she thanked him.

Henry smiled too, well, just a little.

"Oh, by the way, don't ever go through my dresser again, I keep private stuff there."

"Ignoring your makeup, what do you keep there, huh? Plans to overthrow the school principal? Your underwear? A weapon? Hopefully not a weapon because that would be very weird."

Lizeth gave him another punch on the shoulder.

"What? I didn't go through your entire dresser. Drama queen."

"You're a complete pervert" Lizeth insulted.

"Congratulations, you discovered something you already knew."

They had already reached Lizeth's room.

Lizeth let go of Henry's hand to approach her bed and lie down.

"Damn, I'm tired…" Liz complained as Henry turned on the TV in the room. "The VHS is already in." she mentioned, and almost immediately the movie's introduction began to play.

Henry also approached the bed and lay down next to Lizeth.

He put his arm around her, and she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I love you, Henry."

NOTES:

I wrote this a few weeks ago, I've been editing and translating it, and finally, here it is. I apologize for my English, I'm really improving little by little.

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!

[dicktozier]

this is me trying

Richie Tozier/Dan Torrance - It & Doctor Sleep Crossover

Summary: While Richie Tozier is trying to recover from everything he experienced in Derry, he meets Dan Torrance and discovers that he has a power called ‘shining’. The two of them must learn to navigate life on the other side of the traumas that they’ve experienced. The bond that they form is truly some ‘cosmic-level shit’.

From the fic:

He made eye contact with the man across the aisle. Richie remembered that his name was Dan and he had been sober for over ten years. Richie hoped that he wasn’t still coming to this joint after ten fucking years. And to someone who was ten years sober, this shit had to be a joke.

Dan had sad eyes, but they sparkled with a slight bit of mischief when he met Richie’s gaze, like maybe he could tell what Richie was thinking. Everyone has their demons . A voice that Richie almost didn’t recognize said back to him in his brain. 

Richie furrowed his brows. That was weird .

“The thing is, everyone else has no problem drinking to celebrate. Have a few glasses of wine and get loosened up.” Debbie went on.

Can you hear me? The voice said. Dan was still looking at him and his gaze was so intense that Richie had to look away. He took a deep breath, trying to focus back on the meeting. The story about the woman’s other family birthdays and holidays that had gone wrong because of her drinking.

“For me, it was three bottles … four bottles.”

Richie looked down at where his hands were clasped uneasily between his knees.

After the meeting, Richie bolted toward the door to smoke. Rolling fog was visible even in the dark of the evening. It was damp out, like it had drizzled while they were inside. The street light reflected on the dark pavement. He stood on the right side of the building, away from the rest of the smokers who gathered on the left under the big tree. Shoulders slumped as Richie focused on the bitter taste of the cigarette.

I’m fucking losing it. A drink sounds so fucking good right now. Richie thought to himself.

“Hi.”

Richie looked up. He tried not to be annoyed that Dan was approaching him and offering him a cup of stale shitty coffee in a styrofoam cup.

“Hey.” Richie said, politely taking the cup, but not making eye contact with him.

“Dan Torrance.”

“Richie Tozier.” He gave a quiet laugh. “Feels kinda stupid introducing myself since I do that every so often in front of everyone.”

“Don’t feel stupid.” Dan said.

Richie’s gaze flickered up to meet Dan’s. “You want a smoke?” Richie asked.

“No, thank you. I don’t smoke.” Dan said.

“Ten years sober and no nicotine? Jesus.” Richie said, taking a long draw from his cigarette.

Dan smiled, but shrugged. “I can’t help but notice that you sit alone during the meetings. If you ever need anyone to talk to … ”

“I’m not really looking for a sponsor.” Richie interrupted him. You’re not supposed to be attracted to your sponsor . He thought.

Dan’s brow furrowed, and he looked down at the space on the sidewalk between where they were standing. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled softly. “Still.”

Richie knew that he hadn’t said that second part out loud, but the way that Dan was blushing made him wonder if he had by accident. “Sorry, I uh, wasn’t trying to be rude.” Richie said carefully.

Dan cleared his throat. “No, not at all. I just meant that everyone can use a little extra help sometimes. Or a friend.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, alright?” Richie offered a smile.

Dan smiled back and nodded. “See you around, Richie.”