#it (2017)

[clownmovieyaoi]

drew this one on a magma yesterday wahoo yay

[ziwvm]

lil spagheds

[cece693]

Can you do Henry bowers x male reader (enemies to lovers perhaps??)

I'M NOT SCARED

pairing: henry bowers x male reader

You didn’t know when it started.

Maybe it was the day you stood your ground in the school hallway when Henry shoved you into the lockers, and instead of flinching, you smiled. Not a friendly smile—but that kind of twisted grin that said, Try it. I dare you. Henry didn’t expect that. No one ever smiled when he was ready to knock their teeth down their throat.

“You got a death wish or something, freak?” he spat, fist bunching in your collar.

“I dunno,” you muttered coolly. “You always this rough with boys you like?”

The slap didn’t come. Which surprised both of you. You laughed, low and taunting, even as your heart pounded like a snare drum behind your ribs. And from then on, it was a game of venom and fire.

He tripped you in the cafeteria. You stole his lighter from his back pocket.

He slammed your locker shut on your hand. You keyed his dad’s truck.

He called you every slur under the sun. You called him lonely.

And that one cut deep. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed, like you’d hit something he didn’t want anyone seeing.

It all boiled over one sticky July afternoon behind the Derry lumber yard.

You were sitting on the edge of a rusted-out trailer, shirt off, smoking a cigarette like a delinquent in a coming-of-age film. And maybe you were a little theatrical about it, just to piss him off. You heard his boots crunch gravel before you saw him.

“I should knock your fuckin’ teeth in,” Henry growled, stepping into the sun.

You didn’t move. You just offered him the cigarette. He stared at it. Then at you. Then stepped closer.

“You tryin’ to get under my skin or somethin’?” he asked, not taking it. His voice was too quiet. Cautious.

You blew smoke out the side of your mouth. “Why? You think I haven’t already?”

The silence between you was taut—dangerous.

Then he shoved you. Hard.

You hit the gravel with a grunt, palms scraped, lip bleeding. But you laughed again. You laughed like a man who wasn’t scared of monsters anymore, not even the kind that wore human skin.

Henry stood over you, seething. “You’re so fuckin’—”

“Say it,” you dared, staring up at him from the ground.

He didn’t say it.

He kissed you.

It was violent and clumsy and full of teeth. When he pulled away, he looked almost afraid of you. Or maybe of what he’d just done. “You tell anyone, I’ll kill you.” he muttered, backing up fast like a dog that just bit its owner.

“And what do I get?" you asked, wiping your lip with the back of your hand, smirking through the taste of iron and ash. “For keeping your little secret.”

Henry froze.

Your voice was too steady, too calm—like you’d been expecting this. Like you’d wanted him to snap. That cocky little smirk on your face lit a fuse under his skin. “What?” he barked, fists clenched, chest heaving. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

You stood slowly, brushing dust and gravel off your jeans. The cut on your lip throbbed, but you welcomed the sting. It made this real. Made him real.

“I mean,” you said, cocking your head, “you get to play monster. Threaten me. Pretend that didn’t mean anything. But what do I get?”

Henry’s face twisted like he’d bitten into something sour. “You wanna get paid for a kiss, sweetheart?”

You stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately. Until you were toe-to-toe again. “I want honesty.” He scoffed, eyes darting away like you were a spotlight he couldn’t bear to stand in. “I want a reason you looked scared shitless after you kissed me.”

“I wasn’t scared,” he snapped, too fast. Too defensive.

You smiled wider. “Then why’d you run, Bowers?”

He shoved you again—but it wasn’t like before. There was no heat behind it. No fury. Just desperation. A kneejerk reaction to the storm you were kicking up inside him. “I’m not like you,” he hissed, voice low. “I don’t—want this. I don’t want you.”

“Funny,” you said, leaning in just enough that he could feel your breath against his jaw, “because your mouth told me a different story.”

He didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

Didn’t blink.

You could see it now—clear as day. He wasn’t angry. He was unraveling. Fast.

“Shut up,” he whispered, eyes burning, like if he didn’t say it, he might break in half. “Just shut the fuck up.”

But you didn’t. Because for the first time in your life, you had Henry Bowers cornered.

“Make me.”

He snapped.

He grabbed your face and kissed you again—harder this time, rough hands framing your jaw like he didn’t know whether to hold you or crush you. His breath was ragged, his whole body tense like he hated himself with every second that passed but couldn’t pull away. And still—you kissed him back. Because you saw him now. All of him. And you weren’t afraid.

When you pulled back, both of you were panting.

Eyes locked.

“I hate you,” he said, voice cracking.

“I know,” you said, brushing your thumb along his cheekbone. “That’s the only way you know how to love anything, isn’t it?” For the first time, Bowers didn't have a comeback.

[morozilka4444]

hiiii i'm alive

[itficlibrary]

Hello everyone!

Below you can find the links to all the submissions for our Pride event! So many lovely creators participated in our event, and all of the creations are amazing, so make sure you check all of them out! 

Apologies for how late this post is TToTT both mod Bevvy and I have been super busy over these past few weeks, but we’re finally reaching a point where we’ll have the free time to do more stuff for the library!!!

Oops, I did it again by eddiesclown ( @beverlysclown )

(post on tumblr here!)

"Mom would've never allowed it.." Eddie whispered, looking back down. "Welp, I don't see Sonia anywhere, do you?" Richie asked, Eddie looked up and grinned. — Or, my prompt was "Drag" and I was like "ah yes, perfect time to push the agenda of drag Richie" and this was born!

one day you'll make it by winchestered_again ( @nonbinaryeddiekaspbrak )

(post on tumblr here!)

eddie kaspbrak will make it someday, even if he has to fight for it. (the road to discovering you're not exactly in the right body is hard, it's even harder born a girl with a mother like sonia and a world like this)

Happy Pride from Bev and Richie by yuzukisses ( @you-are-braver-than-you-think )

(post on tumblr here!)

i want to love a boy (the way i love the ocean) by soultragedy ( @soultragedy )

Richie stumbles through bad jokes, late-night realizations, and a whole lot of confusing feelings as he starts to come to terms with the truth: he might be gay—and he might be in love with his best friend.

a little lost down along the way by moichi ( @clownbrainrot )

(post on tumblr here!)

Through the office rumor mill Richie learns that Eddie has a mortgage on a house he doesn't live in, a frequently used membership in the gym on the fourth floor, and an ongoing divorce that keeps him tightly glued to his cell phone, constantly whispering, "We said we'd only talk via the mediator. No, Myra, only via the mediator," through gritted teeth, pacing in his office whenever Richie happens to pass by after his lunch break. Richie has a Playstation 3 that only works when leaned slightly to the side, propped up with a broken mug he made taking a drunken pottery class with Bev. So they're on slightly different life paths.

Life with an Asterisk by Captor ( @captainsunder )

(post on tumblr here!)

Richie stumbles through bad jokes, late-night realizations, and a whole lot of confusing feelings as he starts to come to terms with the truth: he might be gay—and he might be in love with his best friend.

IT Fic Library Pride Event 2025 by tallula03 ( @alicetallula )

(post on tumblr here!)

it was a joke guys (come on!) by Really_Globophobic ( @real-globophobe )

"Richie Tozier knows Eddie Kaspbrak. Unfortunately enough, Richie Tozier also knows himself." A series of moments that dictate the self-expression of Richie Tozier.

Thank you so much to all our participants!

[princess-glassred]

In my personal opinion, I think Sonia straight up groomed Eddie. I don't mean in a sexual way, cause you can groom a kid in other ways than just sex. I think Sonia just purposefully crossed boundry after boundry until their relationship became less mother and son and more wife and husband. There's a thing called emotional incest that's basically this exact concept and you see it in a lot of #boymoms on tiktok. Eddie was unlucky enough to look exactly like his dad, and Sonia's attachment issues from his death and Eddie's subsequent illness made her view the relationship with an unhealthy eye. She couldn't save Frank from cancer but she could save little eddie from his illnesses, and she became addicted to the feeling of love and gratitude she got from it. Eddie and Sonia's relationship is even more messed up than the Munchausens. Sonia hugs too tightly. She kisses his cheek too long. They snuggle too often to be normal. Eddie is simultaneously a baby and an adult to her. It's almost like Frank had narrowly survived his cancer and Eddie was the one who died in his place. This is why Eddie was so primed to date Myra even though he didn't really wanna marry her. He was used to being the unwitting husband, even from a young age.

[leocappuccino]

Love this 👀🎈

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[ihateadulthood]

[ozmodai]

(2019) it hid behind your teeth and you were too nervous to seek it out. you waited for the perfect moment until you couldn’t.

[evilbookworm]

Im sooooo funny guys.

[theartsharki]

Something lost in my drafts from when I watched Sleepaway Camp. Immediately thought of them when I saw this baseball scene and this particular dialogue.

[leighbaye]

[muduus]

some director: okay, we need a kid to play a repressed gay boy who has a crush on his male best friend and maybe daddy issues? man, i don't know who—

finn:

[nnjthndr]

Back to drawing my kids again

[kodiie]

the tiktok trend but reddie version ‼️