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Richie: My dick is like life
Bill: short
Stan: disappointing
Eddie: it always gets hard for no reason
Bev: people like to lie and tell you it’ll get better when you get older
Richie: damn I was gonna say fun while it lasted, yours are better
Imagine if the gang were around when tiktok hit up and Bev likes making them but a lot of the time, her fans notice Reddie in the background doing cute things and commenting about it even though they aren't together yet and Bev occasionally makes tiktoks about them
Imagine Eddie wanting to get his hair bleached and dyed with the help of Bev, and Richie drops by to watch with his comments and Eddie is a mix of why don't you shut tf up, Richie? to Is it okay? Do I look dumb? What do you think?
(1) "It's just..." Bev says, her expression wheedling as she holds up the tape measure-- Eddie feels a chill of pure dread run down his spine, because he knows, he knows he hasn't got it in his heart to refuse Bev anything. It would be hard to refuse any of his friends anything, really, but Bev is the sister he never had, they understand each other on a level the others just don't, and he won't say no to this. "I think your measurements are the same as one of my models."
(2) It's menswear. How bad could it be? It's something for a magazine shoot, so maybe it'll be a little more high fashion than the stuff she actually sells for people to wear, but he likes her stuff. Back when he couldn't remember her, or Derry, he'd bought a tie from her spring collection, it's still his favorite tie. He used to wear it for important days at work-- more recently, he's worn it out to dinner with Richie. Saying yes doesn't seem too scary.
(3) Bev takes his measurements and lets out a triumphant whoop when he proves just right-- she's made one round of alterations already and wants to know if she needs to change anything else. She starts him out in a suit. It fits like a dream, and it's a little more... well, 'fashion', than anything Eddie could see himself picking out, but not in a crazy way. Just... too high-end for work. He likes it, though. It's the sort of thing he thinks he'd get married in, if...
(4) There are two pairs of jeans he has to try-- he asks Bev what the odds are of his getting a pair when the casual line drops, because his ass looks fantastic, and she laughs and tells him he can get the pair he's wearing back after the shoot, since any pair he bought wouldn't be pre-tailored. The jeans for Eddie, she jokes, can be Richie's Christmas present. There's a sweater, and a jacket he also likes, a little bit edgy, but maybe New Eddie is a little edgy, too.
(5) And then, she has him try the mesh shirt, with the tighter jeans, the edgy leather jacket, and a mesh shirt doesn't make Eddie think 'fall'-- and it's definitely too edgy even for New Eddie, who dates boys and is back in school for a career he cares about and gives so many fewer fucks what people think than Old Eddie, but he kind of likes getting to play pretend for a little bit. He's not self-conscious like he thought he'd be, not with Bev.
(6) The black mesh softens the look of his scars, though they're visible. The shirt's collar, cuffs, and placket are satin, and he likes the way it all feels, even if there's nowhere on earth he would wear it, and very few people he would wear it in front of. It's when Eddie is just taking off the jacket that the second person he would wear it in front of walks in, Richie's jaw dropping as he takes Eddie in. Black denim, black mesh, half-shrugged out of black leather...
(7) "Wow." Richie takes a halting step forward, and then another, reaches out until his hand just hovers at Eddie's side. He moves over him as if there's a forcefield keeping him just an inch from touching Eddie's chest, his ribcage, his abdomen. "Wow. You look... wow. Can I touch, or will I be killed for crimes against fashion because I wrinkled something? Wow, you... you should get a shirt like this, honestly."
(8) "You can touch." Bev laughs, helping Eddie out of the jacket and hanging it up in its garment bag. "Just don't tear it off him. And don't try to have sex with him while he's wearing any of this, I know you're tempted. Actually, be very careful with that, it's going to be in a magazine shoot this week. And tell me what you think of those jeans, because those are coming back to Eddie after the shoot. You like?"
(9) "Yeah." Richie's voice is soft and shaky, his hands finally landing on Eddie, warm through the mesh. His thumbs rub gentle arcs over Eddie's ribcage, before his hands slide down to rest at his waist, before he leans in for a kiss. It's warm and slow, and Richie is just a little breathless when he pulls away to give Eddie another look-over. "Yeah, I like all of it. Babe, why aren't you modeling for real? I refuse to believe the real model looks better than this."
(10/10) "I'm not modeling this look for anyone else but you." Eddie scoffs. And he knows they'd understand, that if Bev asked her friends to do some kind of concept shoot instead of using real models, he wouldn't be in this, but it isn't really important now. What matters is that he had fun, that he got to play pretend with one of his best friends and be a model for an afternoon. What matters is that Richie thinks he looks good, scars and all. What matters is, New Eddie is happy, edgy or not.
me when I got the drawing gay teens from a movie that came out 7 yrs ago while listening to Hatsune miku at 1 am type of autism and not the good at math type autism 😔😔😔
hey guys um new obsession unlocked!!! time to read every fic ever written on ao3 about them
i live in a hologram with you
do you think Ben ever wrote any other poems? or was he just like,,, the first one slayed so hard he didn’t want to risk it
did anybody else watch IT (2017) and have their entire brain chemistry altered or was that just me
REQUESTS???
hey y’all so imma start writing on here, if you wanna read some of my wattpad stories you can find that here: https://my.w.tt/xKdtCKmXmM
BUT ANYWAYS!! I will list down below who i will write for, keep in mind, these are who i feel most comfortable writing ? i will end up changing them probs in the future but for rn it’s what i got :)
MARVEL:
- Bucky Barnes
- Steve Rogers
- Natasha Romanoff
- Wanda Maximoff
- Thor
- Peter Quill
- Shuri
- Peter Parker
DC:
- Damian Wayne
- Jason Todd
- Dick Grayson
- Tim Drake
- Wonder Woman
- Harley Quinn
- Stephanie Brown
- Any teen titans character
- Wally West
IT2017 (aged up):
- Richie Tozier
- Beverly Marsh
- maybe Eddie ??
STRANGER THINGS:
- Billy Hargrove
- Steve Harrington
Coming soon on Wattpad
Hey guys so I might do a Pennywise and Beverly fanfic on Wattpad not sure when it's gonna release but it might come out sooner or later but im still working on it.
You Die If You Try
Bev had done the impossible. She had taken out her father who was now lying dying on the bathroom floor. She was a brave soul after all.
It was time to end it all. Time to end her father's abuse. She had to protect herself.
She gasped looking down at his pathetic body on the bathroom floor, which one day ago was soaked with blood from the bathroom sink explosion.
She quietly and cautiously got out of the bathtub all the while keeping an eye on her father.
She was expecting him to pop up at any moment, or grab her foot and bring her down. It didn't happen
Al Marsh didn't move an inch and Bev couldn't hear him breathing.
It was almost unfathomable to comprehend that her father was going to rape her or even worse, kill her there and then.
And all because he had found a love poem to her in her underwear drawer.
What was he even doing in her underwear drawer anyway?
Bev sighed silently and turned around to leave the apartment.
Now she would have to go to the police and tell them what she had done. Surely they would know it was self-defense.
But then as soon as she turned around, her neck was caught in a massive hand. She glanced up and there holding her by her throat was the killer clown, Pennywise.
She went from the hands of one monster right into the hands of another.
"You," she gasped. She started to freak out and wanted to run out of the apartment. The clown held her in place, looking at her and he wasn't loosening his grip.
She put her hands on his wrist and began to struggle.
Pennywise looked from Bev to her father lying dead on the floor.
He dragged her closer to his mouth and smiled.
"You're quite a fighter," he giggled maliciously.
"Let go!" gasped Bev.
She tried to kick him in between his legs, but he stopped her from that trick.
"That might have worked on your daddy but not me," he seethed.
He let some of his drool land on Bev's face.
She gasped as the warm liquid fell on her cheek and dripped down to her neck.
"Come now. We can't keep the audience waiting. That would be rude," said Pennywise.
He dragged Bev forward again so that he had in her a headlock, dragging her, despite her resisting.
She clawed and scratched on the clown's arms, but nothing she did would stop him from dragging her out the previously padlocked door which was now broken in.
"Help!" she called out for someone, maybe a neighbor to help her.
Pennywise took his other hand and covered her mouth. He put pressure on her nose and mouth so that Bev couldn't breathe.
She gasped and mumbled, trying to get a breath in.
The fighting spirit she had towards the clown was slowly fading. She looked up at his amber eyes and saw there was no soul, no forgiveness and no mercy.
He smiled down at her, knowing she would be out cold soon.
"Now, now; Shush little kitten," purred Pennywise, stroking her hair, like he would a cat.
Bev's muffled screams went unnoticed until she was losing breath. She started to see stars in front of her eyes and soon enough, she succumb to the darkness.
She had fainted from lack of oxygen.
"That's better," mumbled Pennywise.
Pennywise placed her down on the couch and went back to the bathroom.
He kneeled down near Al.
He let his gloved hand play in the blood that had poured out of his head from Bev's attack.
"I'm feeling a little Picasso today," he said. He giggled uncontrollably with glee and excitement.
He looked back to the living room.
He knew that if had taken the girl, the boys would follow her to wherever she would be.
That's what made her the perfect bait.
It's always the damsel in distress that brought the knights in shining armor to where he wanted them to come.
Standing up to his full height, Pennywise walked back to Bev's room and left a message on the wall.
He knew the boys would find it sooner or later.
berverly marsh my be-fucking-loved
They did this on Mike’s farm, fite me
You can look me in the eye and tell me this isn’t the kind of shit the losers do in their free time, but I won’t believe you.
I got Richie! Who are you?
she just sent me her location bruh wtf is this
IT: Chapter 2
As soon as I saw that scene where all of the Losers Club faded from child to adult and Stanley was not included I knew that the worst was to come.
I literally looked at my mom showing her the scene and stated that Stanly is definitely going to be dead.
I was still shocked when this clip popped up.
But this, I can only assume that this is Eddie’s death. And by the looks of things, I’m gonna have to bring some tissues.
God, I am super scared and super excited at the same time!
All this news about Welcome to Derry got me going back to my roots…
Losers club (and a lot of richie) fanart
IT doodle dump :p
I have no idea what I’m doing I wanna keep experimenting with how the characters look (I have been overtaken by Richie with braces and big front teeth 😔)
(Damn can you tell who my fav character is😟)
anyone wanna be part of a It group chat on discord ? I need friends oof