#pennywise fic

[imyourbratzdoll]

give me your thoughts x divider by @newlips the gif isn’t mine

You shook with fear, watching as a giant clown crawled from within the drains, escaping the sewers with his golden gaze set on your scared form. You began to fear for your life, frozen as he began to stalk towards you, the rain hitting harder against everything. You watch with wide eyes as his foot catches on something, causing him to slip and fall to the ground, a loud splash echoing through the empty streets.

You couldn’t help it. After a second of watching the clown slip, you burst out laughing. You watch as he looks up and glares at you, but you can’t help but continue to laugh, clutching your sides as you lean forward. You forget that he was scary a few seconds ago and begin to walk off, still laughing, never turning around to look back.

Pennywise pouts, cursing the rain as he watches you walk off laughing at him.

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[neverwasreddie]

“So, you know, I broke an engagement to be here.”

Eddie’s head snaps up and away from the dilapidated Derry sidewalk he’d been staring at to avoid tripping on a crack and losing a tooth in this godforsaken town.

When he looks up, though, Richie is staring straight forward next to him, hands shoved deep into his pockets and shoulders hunched up toward his ears. If it hadn’t been for the subtle red flush high up on his cheeks, Eddie would’ve assumed he had imagined hearing him speak.

But he knows Richie definitely said that out loud for a reason, so he nudges their elbows together and says, “Yeah, I know, it was all over Twitter. Comedian Rich Tozier Bombs Onstage, Cancels Remaining Shows in Vegas.”

“Can’t believe Eddie Kaspbrak is a Twitter fiend,” Richie smirks before dropping his own gaze to the sidewalk.

Suddenly he’s shaking his head, a sharp, jerky motion Eddie remembers from high school.

“Not that kind of engagement, Eds. A marriage one. A proposal. You know — I was engaged. Never got married, that part really was a joke. But I was engaged to this girl. For, like, seven years.”

“Jesus.” Eddie stares at him openly, but he can’t see anything in the face of this man — this stranger’s face on the soul of his best friend. “You always jumped headfirst into Step One of a plan, but never seemed to make it to Step Two. Isn’t that right? Is that what happened here?”

Richie’s mouth turns up on one side, the way he always seemed please whenever Eddie would rib him for something back in the day. But he shrugs one shoulder, too, like he’s taking the question seriously and yet coming up short of a clear response.

“Something always held me back from the actual marriage part,” he admits, kicking at an acorn in his path. “We’d start looking at venues, talk about DJs or live bands, but…something always stopped me before we could make any concrete plans.”

His stride lengthens, just for a second, damn those long legs of his, and Eddie has to scurry to catch up to him and hear what he says next:

“Just always felt like something was missing, until Mike called and the memories started coming back. That’s when I ended things with her for good.”

Eddie’s heart trips for a beat or two, and he tries to shove that strange reaction down and give this conversation with Richie his full attention — he can consider his traitorous body and its weird impulses later.

“Something in you must’ve remembered us, even subconsciously,” he muses, “and you knew it wouldn’t be right to have a wedding without the Losers there.”

He thinks he hears something like a chuckle from Richie, and he can’t imagine why, but sure enough, there’s a smile guarding Richie’s words when he half-turns his face toward Eddie to speak again.

“Think you’re right, Spaghetti. I just couldn’t go through with a wedding without you.”

[tozierbeeps]

Sorry but I need to rant: The whole point of the homophobia and racist hate and all the other horrible things in it book. Is to show that people who are like that to others are the really evil in the world. Small towns who allow these bad things to happen and act like nothing is wrong is the real evil in the world. I personally get it. Stephen King can be problematic when it comes to his writing choices and how he uses stereotypes . I get that. But I also feel people miss the point when certain things happen in his books. Stephen King is a horror writer and his main point of writing horror is to show the relatable real evils of the world. And if we don't change real monsters win. The horror isnt the space ailen clown, the real horror is alvin marsh, mrs kaspbrak, henry bowers and his goons, racist assholes, homophobia, hate crimes, small towns being judgemental but at the same time ignoring the real rot going on around them. And its actually feels important that this shown as the horror it is. It needs to be talked about.

THIS!!!!!

I’ve always personally liked to think about it like Pennywise and Derry are two evil forces on their own working with each other. I know Pennywise sort of amplifies the evil but it’s there on its own first and I think there’s a reason that he thrives there. There are so many truly evil people in that town.

[demadogs]

still stand by the fact that it is absolutely insane behavior to write crossover fanfiction of the goldfinch with stranger things or IT

[swanparties]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier, The Losers Club & The Losers Club (IT), Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier, The Losers Club & Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon Summary:

In his imagination, Richie drops a romantic one-liner as Eddie swoons, then Richie grabs him and kisses him like no one ever has and ever will. They ride off into the Truskoogan Christian Summer Camp sunset. They make all other couples in the universe explode with instant, boiling jealousy. They change Pat Buchanan’s mind about gay people.

Summer Camp AU. Eddie pines and Richie is stupid and there's a heaping spoonful of good old religious guilt.

[steddie-thirst]

It Lives | Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader |

Summary: Eddie takes you back home and offers to whip up something to make you feel better. You explain to him what happened back at the school. Things get a bit worse from there.

Warnings: cursing, smoking, clowns (scary ones), slight blood and gore. 18+

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"God, it's freaking freezing out here." Chrissy pulls her jacket tighter over her uniform, trying to fend herself off from the cool air. Small blooms of goosebumps make their way down her expose legs, only clad in her cheer uniform, made up of her shirt and skirt, with a jacket.

As she walked Chrissy passed the old kissing bridge. The wind picking up, leaves rustling, and voices. Wait- Voices?

Chrissy

She stops and turns around eyes darting between the trees and the empty road behind her, "Hello?" She steps back, loose gravel crunching beneath the pads of her sneakers. "Who's there?"

Chrissy, Over here!

She heard briefly the sound of laughter and she grew even more nervous. Chrissy shakes her head then turns to run, "No. I'm not the dumb blonde." Yet she stops at the sight of the new figure in the road. Her heart beats faster and lungs burning. It became rather hard to breathe as she spotted a figure out the other side of the bridge.

The silhouette is odd, tall, and leering. Before she even got a syllable out, the figure slowly made it's way into the light. A tall Shakespearean era clown appeared before her. "Wha-" It smiled at her lifting his left arm to wave at her. "Hello, Chrissy."

She shakes her head and turns to run away. "Somebody help me-" The clown ran after her teeth bared and ready to dig into her. She barely made it off the bridge before she was caught, sharp teeth ripping and tearing. Chrissy let out a half-scream mixed with a sob as she fell to the ground her blood mixing with tears. It fed on her, tasting the fear in each drop of blood spilled. Chrissy was gone in a instant.

Meat, potatoes, vegetables, and broth stir around in the small bowl as Eddie stands at the stove stirring the pot of stew he was making just for you, "You want any crackers with this?" He asked suddenly.

You frowned, "We don't have any crackers, Eddie."

Eddie stops stirring the soup and turns to you, eyes wide and mouth hung open and slack forming a sort of 'O' shape. "What? That's crazy!" He was always the type to use comedy in order to diffuse tense situations. It always worked too, because you were smiling.

"Only psychos eat soup without crackers." You giggle as he pours some into a small bowl, placing it on the small table in front of you. "And I didn't take you for a psycho." He goes to wash the pot in the sink as you swirl your spoon in the broth. A smile still on your face despite the situation that happened earlier in the school.

Your smile drops and you let it slip, "Eddie. Have you ever seen anything crazy?" He turns off the tap and turns to you drying off his hands with a worn dish towel as he approaches you at the counter. "L-Like you think maybe you're going crazy? Or it's not real?"

"Sweetheart, I do drugs." Eddie admits to no surprise, "I see shit all the time-"

"No, not like that." You argue and Eddie looks down at his worn sneakers, nodding.

"Okay, talk to me. I'm here as a friend, not your dad." Eddie leans over the counter elbows propping his upper frame. "So, let me hear it." He gives you the charming grin and you nod.

"I've been seeing things in my dreams. Scary things." You start reaching over to grab his hand, just as something to anchor yourself. Right here and right now. "I saw a clown at the school, blue eyes, red hair, old costume and he was tall. He made me see things that weren't there." Eddie squeezes your hand and smiles reassuringly.

"Hey, whatever you saw. I believe you." Eddie locks his fingers with yours and you smile back at him. It felt relieving to finally have someone to talk to. Eddie was a drug dealer, and a chronic smoker, and made a few bad decisions, but he was trustworthy. He was very kindhearted and honestly would not ever do you any wrong. Right now it just felt right to be here with him.

So he stayed with you, talked to you about your dreams and nightmares. The things that scared you he offered comfort for. "Eddie, you don't have to stay."

"I do. Can't leave my favorite girl all alone." You smile at his words. Favorite girl? Was that supposed to be you? It didn't matter and so far you were enjoying his company, wishing this would last forever. Being with him and this feeling.

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[skinks]

been thinking about IT and the Losers a bit recently since I got a very nice comment on my fic the other day, and because I am now receiving therapy for my c-ptsd that I wasn’t when I was writing post-ch2. i never realised how many of the negative coping mechanisms I’ve been living with were related to the trauma directly, and not just because I was irreparably broken and intrinsically weak for “wallowing” in the past or something, it’s like, no this is an actual condition that causes me to unwittingly relive the past constantly and experience debilitating reactions. and suddenly it makes so much more sense why I latched onto the Trauma Book About Trauma lmao, but I never felt confident in my understanding of it enough to really dig in and explore it. The Losers are so much more messed up by their respective abuse and neglect and bullying than they ever were by the space clown. In fact the book’s entire tragedy rests on that concept, which is pretty awful. Get those kids some EMDR therapy stat!!

I mean, this is horrific. By relating deeply to this I don’t know how much I’m reading my own experiences into what SK wrote, but doesn’t this make Richie’s werewolf thing so much worse? You go through your developmental years believing you’re some sort of failed human. A person gone wrong. Is it any wonder self-identity horror becomes the most terrifying kind when your self-perception is so damaged that you look in the mirror and see the Tetsuo monster from the end of Akira looking back

[kats-fic-recs]

Incredibly Niche Fic: Catholic School Girls hunt down and beat a clown to death

There are no wolves left in Ireland

Orla raises her hand higher. “I’ve been possessed.”

Erin rolls her eyes. “No, she hasn’t, Sister Michael. Orla was iron deficient last year- she got a swimmy feeling in her head every time she stood up and she thought that was demons.”

“It was demons.” says Orla, evenly.

“Oh, and iron tablets made the demons go away, did they?”

Her cousin shrugs and thumbs the side of her nose. “Well, I felt better after I took ‘em, didn’t I?”

Another Derry, another time, same old Pennywise. Armed with friendship, faith, an encyclopaedic knowledge of Catholic heresy and a pitchfork one of them got out of the garden shed, the Derry girls do battle with a clown who really should have known better than to try this shit in Northern Ireland.

My thoughts:

I love Derry Girls and this story captured their general vibe so well.

[clownfuckin-around]

*rises from this long dead fandom's grave to post a single shitpost i made in less than 5 minutes about my fic and groans as i lay back down to resume being dead*

[theflirtmeister]

god this is just gonna show how long its been since we've been in the same fandom, bc the first fic i think about when i think of your work is when *redacted* goes with *redacted* to their ex's wedding, the ex that cheated on them. that work still sticks with me TO THIS DAY

also, that scene in the richie/ben fic where richie tries drowning himself in a pool <3 its the only IT fic ive ever read and it still sticks with me

you're a BABE, thank you so much <3 i still think about that *redacted* fic, the only work that i've ever got professionally printed <3

[lost-in-beacon-hills]

Things that made me laugh this month

[phaltu]

white pony

M | 10K | ONE-SHOT

Nicholas Wolfwood is a man of infallible faith, according to his own words.

He is a man of the cloth, a man of virtue, a man whose darkened gaze and roguish looks have entrapped a congregation sizable for a backwater town just south of New Miami, a beacon of light in the one place on Gunsmoke where the sun never rises. The glitz and the neon of the city refuse to spill over to the place Wolfwood calls home, which works all the well, because it seems to need no help in attracting other strange things into town.

a gift for @arahir hehe

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[house-of-slayterr]

Clowning Around:

For: @joelsgeetar because I love him with ever fibre of my physical being 🥺

“Tyler wake up!” I shouted.

I frowned when he didn’t stir. This summer heat had everyone sleeping like the dogs. I got a running jump start and leapt on top of him on the couch.

“This is a robbery, give me all your money!” I pointed a finger gun at him.

He startled awake and nearly pushed me off of him in panic. But at the last moment he caught me before I could hit the ground.

“What the hell was that for.”

I shrugged.

“I was bored.”

If looks could kill, the glare his sent em would have me six feet under. I wasn’t expecting him to retaliate so quickly, considering he should still be groggy with sleep.

“I’ll show you bored.” He said.

I stumbled back as he tickled my sides. The pain was almost unbearable from how hard I was laughing.

“Ok! Uncle! Uncle!” I shouted.

He helped me up off the floor after I plead with him to show me mercy.

“We’ll you got me up, what now?”

“Ummmm, I didn’t think that far ahead. How about a hike?”

“You wanna walk through the woods at this hour?”

“What are you, chicken?”

“You take that back!”

“Sorry, I don’t speak poultry.”

“Fine, we’ll go on a hike. First person to get scared and turn back has to buy dinner!”

Before I could even respond he took of running outside. It wasn’t fair, he had longer legs than me. I glared at the empty space he left and grumbled. What kind of weirdo takes a nap with his converse on anyways? I quickly pulled on my shoes, not really caring to tie the laces and sprinted after him. Just as I was about to catch up I tripped, scraping my knee.

“Shit!” I yelled.

Tyler turned to me looking startled and ran over.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just a small cut.”

I brushed myself off.

“Maybe if you tied your shoes-“

“Maybe if you minded your damn business!” I snapped back.

He held his hands up in mock surrender while I dealt with my shoe issue. But I had a plan in mind, I’d give him a taste of his own medicine.

“First person to make it to the sewer gets a piggy back ride home!”

Despite my short stature, I could run very fast when determined to do so. And I knew where I was going, so I just let my legs carry me. It seemed like I had been running for miles, but it was really only like one. As I reached the mouth of the sewer, I caught my breath. I thought for a moment about waiting for Ty to catch up, but something was pulling me forward. I couldn’t stop myself from walking into the cold dark space.

It was a nice relief from the heat of the sun. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard foot steps behind me.

“You totally cheated!” Tyler declared.

“What can I say, I learned from the best!”

I went to say something else witty, but Ty cut me off, placing a hand over my mouth suddenly.

“Do you hear that?” He asked.

I shook my head. But strained my ears to listen. It sounded like… circus music. Odd. I felt awkward as we stood there for far to long in that potion. So I did the only logical thing.

“Ow! Did you just fucking bite me?” Tyler exclaimed, dropping his hand.

“Guess that’s why they call me Fang”

He rolled his eyes, inspecting his hand for a second.

“Don’t be such a baby, it didn’t hurt.” I said.

He shot me another glare. I grabbed his injured hand and gave it a kiss.

“There, all better.”

Before he could protest, I dragged him toward the noise.

“You know, usually when you hear a strange noise coming from a dark place, you don’t go towards it.”

“I don’t know what gave you the impression that I’m “normal” but I’m on a mission to have fun tonight. Creepy circus music, that sounds fun!”

He couldn’t argue with that logic, so he let me drag him further through the muddy water. It was so dark we were squinting.

“Here.”

Ty held his thumb down on his lighter, allowing a very minimal amount of light to shine through the tunnel. I thought quickly and ripped the pant leg off my injured leg, grabbing a glass bottle from the sewer water and shoving it into it.

“Light this” I instructed.

He gave me a skeptical look.

“What, I saw it in a movie once. Besides, the bottles wet and it’s mad of glass, it shouldn’t catch fire. I’ll be fine.”

He shrugged, lighting the make shift torch. As the flame illuminated the passage, a shiver ran down my spine. A faint laughter could be heard. But I pushed the feeling aside. We came to far to turn back now. We walked a little farther until we made it to an opening. My eyes widened.

“Did someone drug the water supply, or are you also seeing this?”

In the centre of the open space was one of those giant circus monkeys with the cymbals.

“I dont think I like this very much.” Tyler voiced his concern.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to agree with you on this one. We should leave.”

Suddenly the toy stopped playing the music, the head of it turning to us. Like a scene out of the exorcist.

“Fuck this!” I shouted.

When I turned to grab Tyler, he was gone. I felt a hand over my mouth again and stiffened. ‘Not funny Tyler’ I thought.

“Hiya!” I voice called.

It was pitched in a weird way. Almost as if two people were speaking at once. One voice stylised and funny, while the other was deep and demonic. I tried to use the torch to see who it was, but it was quickly knocked out of my hand.

“Silly human, don’t you know fire can hurt?” The voice scolded.

I stomped my foot down on the creatures and backed up quickly when it released me. It’s eyes turned to me, being bright orange and fully of fury.

“Well that wasn’t very nice.”

“Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my friend?” I demanded.

“Me? Well I’m Pennywise, The Dancing Clown.”

He did a slight bow.

“If you hurt him-“

“Relax human, your tasty looking friend is fine. For now. I took him back into my lair!”

“What do you want with Tyler?”

“So that his name? Kinda cute don’t you think?”

I couldn’t fight the blush that crept onto my cheeks. But that wasn’t important right now. I mean I was talking to a demonic clown, now alone in the sewers. That’s the last thing I needed to be thinking about right now.

“What do you want with him?” I repeated.

“What? Is it a crime to want a new friend? You could be my friend too y’a know? Penny loves a good friend!”

“If I say I’ll be your friend, will you bring me to him?”

“You want to see Penny’s lair?” His eyes light up.

I nodded my head slowly. Suddenly I was being thrown over it’s shoulder and everything was so disorienting. When we finally stopped, we were in a well light part of the sewer, the sunlight creeping in through the grate above. I looked around and noticed the multitude of stolen objects littered around. But I nearly lost my cool when I noticed the body parts strewn all over the place. Penny dropped me onto a couch.

I backed away from him, hitting something else on the couch.

“Tyler?” I asked.

His eyes weren’t open. But I didn’t notice any injuries on him. He was just sleeping.

“What did you do to him?”

Pennywise shrugged.

“He just passed out when I grabbed him.”

Odd. Tyler only passes out when he’s scared or… no that couldn’t be it. I shook his shoulder trying to wake him. God why was this man so hard to wake up. I took a deep breath and slapped him across this face. An odd hissing noise came from the clown as a reaction.

“Ow, what was that for?”

Tyler’s eyes looked passed me and at Pennywise. I saw that look in his eye and I hated it. This fucker was turned on. Idiot. I could feel Penny glaring daggers at the back of my head, but I didn’t care.

“You scared the shit out of me!” I scolded.

Tyler scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Sorry Fang.”

“Fang?” Penny repeated. “What an odd name for a human.”

“Says the crazy clown living in the sewer.” I sassed.

Tyler punched my arm lightly as a warning. He knew I was the type to get myself killed in situations like this, just cause I couldn’t shut my mouth. I scowled, crossing my arms over my chest and plopping myself down on the couch next to him.

“So what now?” I asked.

I now noticed Pennywise was drooling, I must have reopened the cut on my knee. Shit. Tyler seemed to notice too, because he shot up from the couch, moving closer to the clown.

“Is your hair naturally that colour?” He asked.

What a stupid question. But it seemed to be working.

“Why? Do you like it?” Penny asked, excited.

Tyler nodded.

“It looks nice.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“Penny thinks your hair looks nice too. Can Penny touch?”

Tyler nodded once more. I just starred in horror. What in the fan fic fuck was going on here. Who the hell did I piss off that I had to witness this. I think I’d rather the clown just eat me.

“Could you maybe n-not?” I stuttered out.

Why the hell was I so flustered. Stupid emotions. Tyler shot me a knowing smirk and I glared at him. I got up from the couch and began to look around. That’s when I found an arm. I picked it up and waved it around, gaining the pairs attention.

“So do you like, eat people?”

I already knew the answer to this question, but I couldn’t bring my brain to think of any coherent questions.

“Children taste best” Penny answered honestly.

“Uh huh, and you just wasted this perfectly good arm because?”

I found myself inspecting the arm. Now that me mentioned it, it did look kinda small. I wonder how old this kid was? We’re they own of the missing student from our class? Is this what happened to Billy’s brother? Oh the poor kid must have been so scared. I was brought out of my trance when Penny snatched the arm from me, accidentally cutting my hand with his claws in the process.

“The human cannot have my food.” He said possessively.

“They weren’t trying to steal your food Penny.” Tyler tried to help.

I held my hand in pain. Why the hell did this hurt so bad. Maybe his claws where poisoned. I mean it would make sense. It would give him an advantage when hunting. Tyler finally seemed to notice my discomfort and came over to check my room.

“You scratched them Penny!” He reprimanded.

Surprisingly the clown seemed to shrink at this, like he actually cared what Ty thought. Like he felt bad. How odd. I couldn’t help the tear that fell from my eye.

“Ty, it hurts. Like a lot.”

He frowned.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Whatever was in its claws functioned like some sort of blood thinner. Because I was bleeding a lot more than I should. Penny took a step forward reaching out to me, but I flinched back.

“Don’t touch me!”

“But Fang is friend?”

“Friends don’t hurt friends!”

“Penny sorry, Penny can help!”

I looked at him sceptically because turning to Ty for advise. Tyler seemed to trust the entity for some reason, so I let him approach. Pennywise grabbed my hand, and before I could stop him, he brought it towards his mouth.

“Woah! What the hell are you doing?” Tyler asked, bewildered.

“Penny’s saliva will clot the blood. Stop the bleeding.”

It felt weird, having a six foot clown lick my hand. It tingled a little, but it did start to feel better. But then I noticed Penny began to drool again.

“Friend tasty.” It said.

“Friends don’t eat friends” Tyler reminded him.

Penny frowned before snapping out of it.

“Even if the friend taste like cotton Candy?”

“Yes Penny, even then.”

I could already tell this was going to be a long night.

An: I should be writing my requests rn but I got this idea and I just had to write it. I’m so glad you love Pennywise now! Cause I have an excuse to write about him. I love my little weirdo clown buddy ❤️

[super-unpredictable98]

The Curse of Wertham Hollow (Misfits x Curse of Bridge Hollow x IT Crossover)

Word Count: 3k Warning: Strong language, mention of death, gore a/n: Happy @sheehalloween everyone! This event has been amazing and it was awesome reading and seeing all your creations. This fic was written before the movie Curse of Bridge Hollow came out lol I just really liked the concept and wanted to use it even without knowing how it would work on the movie. I think it turned out pretty neat (despite having nothing to do with the actual film) with the addition of Pennywise and I hope you all enjoy it.

(Masterlist)

"Don't you think you're a little old for trick or treating?" Nathan asked as he made his way with Lydia and the rest of the gang to the posh part of town where Simon's house was, and by extension, Lyddie's old home as well.

"Why? Do you have something better to do?" She asked defiantly, which was really funny considering she was dressed as Kiki from the movie Kiki's Delivery Service.

Nathan covered his mouth not to laugh, she looked so adorable he simply couldn't take her anger seriously. He was dressed as Tombo as per his girlfriend's request, even though he had never seen the movie and didn't know any of the characters.

The rest of the gang had the most generic costumes, Curtis and Alisha were matching as Danny and Sandy, Kelly repurposed an old dress and added a pointy hat to become a witch, and Simon was L from Death Note (which could hardly be considered a costume without the black wig, it was basically what he wore to bed).

"I think Lyds wanted to see our house," Simon mumbled, brushing his hair away from his eyes. "Dad always goes all out with the decorations and it's her favorite holiday."

Nathan made a face despite deep down feeling kinda bad for her. She had to hide from her own family, her dad seemed like an actually cool guy and he couldn't begin to imagine how much she missed him. All for what? To be with him. It made him feel a little guilty when he stopped to think about it.

"Besides, we're just killing time until the party," Alisha added.

"What sort of party starts at midnight anyway? People have jobs," Kelly grumbled, already tired of having to wake up early every single day for community service. "And I don't even get paid, it's bollocks."

"It's Halloween!" Lydia tried to cheer her up and lighten the mood. "The Midnight Monster Ball is a tradition, besides it's not like Shaun is gonna be watching us, you can take a nap tomorrow while we pick up litter or something."

"Y'gotta find yourself a bloke," Nathan teased. "Maybe this time a different primate, like an orangutan, or a chimpanzee!"

"Shut up, you prick!" Kelly barked.

The banter going down within the group stopped them from realizing something didn't feel right. As they walked down the streets, the number of children was getting smaller, which could be because it was past 10:30, but it wasn't the case. 

The lights in the houses were mostly off and instead of creepy Halloween decorations, they saw empty, boring lawns with unkempt grass. 

Even the Bellamy house didn't have the traditional zombies and skeletons Lyddie's dad always liked to display, the only reminder of the most beloved holiday in that household was a couple of pumpkins by the doorstep.

"Is dad okay?" She asked, turning a worried frown at Simon.

"I think so, when I left everything was up like always," he narrowed his eyes, trying to see into the house through the window and check if there was anyone home. "I put the stuff up myself with Blossom two weeks ago."

"Do you think someone nicked it?" Curtis asked. "Thought this part of town was a little safer."

"What are the chances? Who would want some old props? Besides, every other house is missing their stuff too," Lydia looked around, her heart sinking with the realization that something twisted was about to unravel.

"Maybe it's a serial killer, only instead of killin', he steals Halloween decorations," Nathan suggested. "Maybe someone wanted t'have the scariest house and wiped away the competition!"

"Do you actually have a brain or is it just echo in there?" Alisha asked mockingly.

Before he could get her with a witty comeback, someone (or something) passed them by. It was massive, at least eight feet tall, and moved with surprising agility for its size.

"Is that the Frankenstein?" He asked.

"The Frankenstein's monster, Frankenstein is the name of the doctor, not the creature," Simon corrected.

"Cool costume," Curtis shrugged before they kept walking to see if the problem with the houses continued on the other blocks.

The streets that just a moment ago seemed desert now were filled with people roaming in elaborate costumes: ghosts, witches, skeletons, demons... and even some more recognizable ones like Ghostface or Michael Myers.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Lydia jumped when a swarm of demonic babies with sharp fangs and red eyes crawled by her feet like roaches. 

The exclamation seemed to attract the attention of all the other creatures walking around and as if they were sharing a hive mind, they all stopped what they were doing to stare at the group.

"Lydia... Isn't that dad's old zombie?" Simon's voice cracked when he pointed at the undead man walking among the monsters at the end of the street. 

"What? The zombie from your yard just came t'life like some sort of Pinocchio from hell and left?" Nathan laughed.

"Mr. Spencer's grim reaper, Mrs. Callway's vampire, Lana Kadri's ghost bride," Lydia grew more horrified with each prop she was able to recognize. "Run!"

When the group took off to get away from whatever that was, they were followed by a large cloud of bats and a crowd of ghosts, the white ones that look like someone covered in bed sheets.

"Is this about the storm?" Alisha asked. 

"I don't know," she stopped to hide under the porch at her parent's house. "All I know is that the decorations I used to see every year are fucking walking around by themselves!" 

"That's just great, that's fuckin' amazin'," Nathan groaned, tossing and turning. "What the fuck is this? Fuckin' Scooby-Doo? There are actual monsters out there, what the fuck do we do?"

"Is this just in this neighborhood or do you think it's all over the Estate?" Simon asked.

"How the fuck are we s'posed t'know?" 

"Someone has a potty mouth..." a raspy voice called from behind them.

"JESUS! NO! KILL IT!" Alisha yelped, crawling out of their hiding spot only to get up and find herself face to face with the scariest clown she had ever seen, smiling and showing its sharp teeth covered in blood.

"Hey there, Lisha," it called.

"What?" Lydia and the others soon followed when they heard their friend's scream. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Mr. Wallace's Pennywise... Shit! This isn't how I pictured meeting Tim Curry for the first time!"

"This ain't Tim Curry, love, that's a demon!" Nathan practically hid behind her in the presence of that creature.

"Alien," she corrected, much like her brother would do.

"Beep beep, Nathan," Pennywise teased before seemingly disappearing into thin air. 

"Is he gone?" Kelly asked.

"It, it's pronoun is it..." Lydia mumbled.

To answer their question, a knife dropped from the sky and stabbed the grass right between Curtis' feet before the rain started to pour, only instead of water drops, small needles were falling from the sky. 

"Let's get out of here!" Simon warned and they all went inside the house, except for Curtis, who tried, but a pair of hands grabbed his legs from underneath the porch.

"Let me go!" He pleaded, but the rain grew heavier, stabbing little holes all over his arms and shoulders. "What the fuck is this?" 

"Let's see if you run again," the clown's voice echoed around him, the same knife that landed next to him, now slashed his ankles, tearing his sturdy achiles tendons completely and shedding a puddle of blood that covered the grass rapidly causing excruciating pain.

Curtis was about ready to faint when he felt another pair of hands pulling him up and into the house, thankfully this time it was Nathan. Once they shut the front door, the cuts were gone, as if they never even existed.

"Fuck, I thought I was done for..." Curtis muttered, grabbing at his legs to make sure he wasn't hurt.

"Nah, we're all fine, we're all- JESUS CHRIST!" Nathan screamed when he found all the others laying on the floor, agonizing as the deep wounds on their chests gushed blood all over the place. "Lollipop! Lydia!"

He got down on his knees and took his girlfriend's body, his eyes filling with tears knowing he would never be able to join her. "Nate, why didn't you save me? It killed me because you weren't there..." 

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry," he cried, holding her against his chest, filled with guilt and regret. "Please don't die! Please!"

"Did you hear that?" Kelly asked as she heard Nathan's pained howl from downstairs.

"Do you think he's okay?" Alisha followed her to one of the rooms without even realizing the rest of the group wasn't behind them. "This is so fucked up, Kels, this is worse than anything we've dealt with before!"

A knock on the door made both girls jump. They were terrified to face that creature again, so in an unspoken agreement, they decided not to open it, simply ignoring the banging growling louder and louder. 

"Kels! Lisha! It's me," Lydia's voice called.

"Lyds?" Kelly asked.

"Please let me in, it's after me!"

Without thinking twice, Kelly opened the door, but instead of their friend, someone else walked inside. Tim, the video game guy they had met only a while back, with his gun pointed at them. 

"Roxxy! Why did you run away from me?" As soon as he opened his mouth, hundreds of tiny spiders spilled out, crawling down his body and up Alisha's. "We were gonna get married, you cunt!"

"This isn't real, you're in jail!" Kelly shook her head.

"Get this off of me! They're getting in my ears, I think I swallowed some!" Alisha squirmed and coughed, trying to shake the spiders away unsuccessfully. 

"Alisha?" Simon called, banging on the wall from the other room where he was stuck with Lydia, the real one. "Lyds, do you smell something burning?"

"No, what are you talking about? Where's Nathan?" She paced from one side of the room to the other, hoping he would come through the door, her breathing was getting more labored and her vision was starting to blur.

She felt her chest constricting more and more, heavier with something she couldn't identify, and her throat started to close as if she experienced an allergic reaction. Simon, noticing his sister's struggle, took her in his arms, looking into her mouth when she pointed desperately.

"Oh my God!" He pulled out the object that was choking her: an entire rose, thorns and all. "Are you okay?" 

"Do I look okay? Everything itches, it feels like my skin is burning and falling apart!" Lydia whimpered, her voice hoarse, as she turned to look in the mirror. The reflection that stared back at her was a terrifyingly pale girl with flowers growing all over her face. Leaves came out of her nose, petals spewing from the corners of her mouth. "Simon! Nathan doesn't love me!"

"What?"

"This is hanahaki, Simon! Means I love someone who doesn't love me back!"

"That made-up disease from manga?"

All of her words were drowned out when more rose petals forced their way out of her mouth and nose, stopping her from breathing and piling on the floor in front of her. 

"Calm down, we're gonna fix it, it's probably just Pennywise screwing around!" Simon lifted his sister up and opened the door, hoping finding the others would help, but it turns out the smell bothering him was the entire first floor of his house burning down. "Fuck! What do I do?"

"Lydia!" Nathan cried once again 

"Nathan!" She was able to choke out. 

"Lyds! You're alive? I thought I lost you!" He called from the living room.

Those words warmed her heart and her airways were slowly clearing up, she gasped loudly and jumped to her feet, running down the stairs and pulling her brother with her.

"There was no fire?" Simon mumbled.

"ASBO GANG! LIVING ROOM RIGHT NOW!" Lydia yelled, her voice replenished. "PENNYWISE IS FUCKING WITH US, NOTHING THAT YOU'RE SEEING RIGHT NOW IS REAL! TOGETHER WE CAN SOLVE THIS!"

Kelly and Alisha ran out of the room, mostly to get away from Tim, and soon they were all able to reunite in one place, exactly like the Losers Club had done in the Neibolt house when they were able to defeat the monster.

"Okay, so Pennywise from the Stephen King book 'It' is after us. Turns out the decorations coming to life have the same powers as the characters they are supposed to be and we might be completely out of luck. It feeds on human flesh, and loves the taste of fear, this is exactly what it wants."

"You've read the book, what do we do?" Kelly asked.

"We need to... perform the ritual of Chüd," Lydia murmured, shaking her head in disbelief. 

"What the fuck is that?" Alisha screamed, still shaking her hair to get rid of spiders only she could see. 

"First of all, I need you all to believe you can kill it. Believe it with all your heart and don't be scared no matter what it shows you. It's all just an illusion, we're in control," she explained. "I'll look into the dead lights and bite its tongue with my mind, I'll fight it in its realm and when it's weak and vulnerable, you lot reach into its chest and rip out the heart, destroy it."

"Wait WHAT? You'll bite the clown's tongue? You gonna french it or somethin'?" Nathan yelped nervously.

"It's all metaphysical, you'll see... Just believe in yourselves and don't let it get into your head. We're together, we're alive, nothing it can do can hurt us if we don't let it..."

"Yeah, okay, we can do that," Simon nodded.

"PENNYWISE ISN'T REAL!" Lydia shouted with such confidence, which prompted a huge reaction from the creature, always very offended by that sort of affirmation.

"Not real?" It growled, coming to her not as a clown or the giant spider she expected, but as Nathan. "Then how come you're growin' flowers everywhere cause I don't love you?" 

"I'm not, you are not Nathan and the real Nathan does love me. That's why you used me to scare him. You're no better than a bully and I've dealt with plenty of those in my life, so come at me you fucking wanker!"

"Don't taunt it!" Curtis warned, but Simon shook his head, signaling for him to allow Lydia to do whatever she had to.

"Please, Maturin, help me out..." she muttered as Pennywise opened its mouth wide, showing her the dead lights in the back of its throat. 

"L-Lollipop!" Nathan tried to hold her down when her eyes rolled back into her head and her feed left the ground as her body lifted into the air, dangerously close to those sharp fangs. The best he could do was to follow her instructions and believe everything would be okay. "Yeah well, fuck you, clown thing! I've seen pubic haircuts scarier than you! Barry's face is scarier than you, so fuck off!"

"Y-yeah! You're not even a little creepy, we've killed people and shit..." Alisha added. 

"You have to believe it, Lisha," Simon whispered. "Lydia is fighting it right now. We have to do our part."

"Fine, alright! You stupid fuck, we're all superheroes, you messed with the wrong people!"

The others quickly understood their assignment and started screaming all sorts of mockery. It didn't seem to be working until the lights started flickering and Lydia finally moved, gasping loudly and sticking her hand into its throat to pull the three glowing orbs out which happened to pull the entire digestive tract of the monster with it, truly a repulsive image.

"Ew! Ew!" Kelly turned her face as her friend dragged a long rope of intestines out through its mouth causing the alien to slowly die in front of them.

"Now! The heart!" Simon stuck his hand into Pennywise's chest and pulled out the first thing he reached, still pulsating even outside of the body. 

"I'm gonna be sick," Curtis moaned when Nathan took the organ and smashed it on the floor, stomping it like his life depended on it (and it probably did).

"Is this it?" Alisha asked when Lydia fell on the puddle of weird goo and blood left beneath her. "Did we do it?"

"Did you snog the clown?" Nathan asked almost at the same time, but went quiet when he noticed it wasn't the time for jealousy. 

"I think so... killed it, not kiss it," Lyddie sighed. "We better get changed and go home, there's no way-"

Before she could finish, the clock on the wall made a sound to announce it was midnight. A sound she was well familiar with from the time she used to live there. 

Once she sat back up, the only thing she saw was a Pennywise plastic sculpture, just like the one she always saw in Mr. Wallace's yard. The goo, the guts, the blood, it was all gone. 

"Oh, guess the curse is over?" Lydia gave the sculpture a shove just to make sure it was fake.

"It's no longer Halloween technically," Simon shrugged, feeling rather dumb for wasting all that effort when they could've just waited a few minutes.

"Anyone wanna hit the Centre for that party still? I could definitely use a drink," Nathan sighed dramatically, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Kelly groaned, grabbing the prop so they could give it back to the owner. "Yeah, why not? Let's forget this shit show."

Tag List: @firstpersonnarrator @seanfalco @elliethesuperfruitlover

[cosmicbrowniefan]

give me my sin again

fandom/ship: it, reddie

summary: eddie is the student stage manager for his high school’s production of romeo and juliet, as well as the swing for the two leads. richie, in all his charisma, is naturally romeo. however, on opening night, the girl playing juliet gets sick only a few minutes before the curtain goes up, and eddie has to jump in- but the news doesn’t reach richie before his first entrance.

genre: one-shot, fluff, high school au, romeo and juliet au

warnings: swearing, aged-up losers (16-17), intentional lowercase

word count: 2,806

eddie sighed as he looked at his watch. 

it was opening night of derry high school’s fall play, romeo and juliet, and eddie had finally scored being the student stage manager after years of being a crew member. however, it was stressing him out quite a bit that the call time was fifteen minutes ago and there was no sign of juliet. he couldn’t say he was very surprised, however, because she was known for being late and rather uncommitted. 

she was one of those teenagers that did drama club because she had nothing better to do, which may have been great for her, but it put a great deal of pressure on everyone else. for example, on top of being the student stage manager, eddie also happened to be the swing for the two leads. it wasn’t necessarily supposed to happen that way, but the director realized just how many lines eddie had memorized naturally from helping the actors learn everything, and asked him if he would be willing to be on standby if the need ever arose. eddie, of course, agreed, not thinking he’d ever have to actually go on stage. he did, however, grow to regret that, as the female lead became more and more lax about her role and commitment to the program. she wouldn’t actually miss a show though.

would she?

“eddie!”

eddie looked up from his list of pre-show tasks he had written up to see the director, looking as if she was going to pull her hair out.

“have you heard anything from amber?”

“no,” said eddie flatly. “i was actually just about to ask you tha-”

at that exact moment, however, a shrill voice rang throughout the hallway.

“i’m here!” the voice sang cheerfully. the director instantly looked relieved, but the sound and sight just pissed eddie off even more.

“thank goodness!” the director said. “hurry up and get in costume, honey, we’re just about to do mic check.” with that, she bustled away to make sure the rest of the cast was on task.

amber dumped her things on the ground and started slowly getting herself around. eddie internally rolled his eyes. she was really fifteen minutes late and didn’t show any remorse or sense of urgency whatsoever.

“amber, i need to know why you were late so i can write it up in tonight’s report,” eddie said. he wrote up a report for every rehearsal and performance to send out in an email to the cast and crew. really, all he needed was who was late and if it was excused or not, but he wanted to know what kind of bullshit excuse she had. 

“i was at dinner with my boyfriend,” she responded nonchalantly. eddie huffed loudly, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t care. he had kind of forgot that she had a boyfriend, after all the flirting she did with people. and it didn’t really come across as a joke or as playful, either.

especially the flirting she did with richie.

richie tozier. he was the sarcastic, annoying, loud, lanky, smartass, hilarious, smooth-talking, incredibly attractive, living meme, of the school. nobody pissed eddie off more than richie.

but nobody made eddie fall in love harder than richie, either.

richie was kind of the heartthrob of the school, somehow. every guy wanted to be him, every girl wanted to be with him.

and a lot of guys wanted to be with him, too.

naturally, richie, in all of his amazing theatrics, was cast as romeo. eddie wanted more than anything to be on the receiving end of richie’s romantic lines in this show, but since amber came after all, it looked as if he wouldn’t have that chance. sure, eddie was on the end of richie’s flirting all the time, but he did that with everyone. the way he acted as romeo was so beautiful and genuine- that’s what eddie wanted to feel from richie.

but again, amber had to come in and ruin everything.

“hey eds!”

eddie felt himself go red as he shrugged richie’s arm off of his shoulder.

“don’t call me that,” he said, without looking up. “did you get your mic yet?”

“yes, sir, i did,” richie said, waving the pack in eddie’s face. “don’t worry, i’m a professional.” he pinched eddie’s cheek, which eddie slapped away.

“hey rich.” 

eddie looked up now, to see amber giving richie a sexy smirk. 

“ready for tonight?” she said, as she slowly put on a layer of lipstick and smacked it.

“uh, yep, i am,” richie said. he immediately grabbed eddie’s hand and led him away from her. eddie didn’t bat his hand away this time. richie was a flirty guy, but he had made it known time and again how much he didn’t like amber and about how uncomfortable her flirting made him, especially since she was in a relationship.

richie pulled eddie backstage and rolled his eyes. 

“can she PLEASE just leave me alone?” richie groaned, as eddie headed to the prop table and started checking to see if everything was set and in the right place. “for fucks sakes, she has a boyfriend.”

“curse of being the school heartthrob,” eddie said, moving the fake dagger to the correct place on the table.

“i don’t WANT to be the school heartthrob,” richie complained, to which eddie snorted. “what?”

“really?” eddie said sarcastically, turning and smirking at richie. “you flirt with everyone you see and you’re really hot. objectively, of course,” he added quickly, but the addition of words didn’t stop the grin that spread on richie’s face.

“objectively, of course,” richie repeated with a smile. 

“shut up,” eddie muttered, blushing and turning back to the table. to his delight, the director called mic check just at that moment.

“got to go,” richie said. “in case i don’t see you again before the show starts, break a leg spaghetti.” he blew him a kiss and headed off through the wings.

“you too,” eddie called after him. richie was right, he probably wouldn’t see him again before the show. eddie had so many things to check and do and keep track of that he often disappeared from everyone’s sight before shows trying to get it all done. eddie headed to the other side of the stage and began checking the prop table over there, until he heard a voice crackle on his headset.

“hey eddie, just checking in.”

“oh! hey, kayla.” it was the assistant stage manager, a girl named kayla. she had been kind of a blessing to eddie. she was also the stage left head, while eddie typically stayed on stage right. richie was right, he wouldn’t see him again before the show started, especially because richie’s first entrance was stage left.

“any loose ends i need to tie up?” she asked. 

“nope, just go through the usual checks,” he said. “thanks!”

“no problem!”

a few minutes later, eddie heard the cast begin trickling backstage. the house was open, and the show started in a half hour. while he was heading up to the light booth to make sure that tech was alright, kayla’s voice came through the headset.

“eddie, richie wants you,” she said with a sigh. “i’m sorry, i tried to tell him you were busy but he wouldn’t stop bugging me.”

eddie felt his heart skip a beat.

“what’s up?” he asked.

“here, i’ll just give him the headset for a minute.” eddie heard the headset transfer from kayla to richie, and soon richie’s voice was on the other end.

“hiya, eds!” he exclaimed. eddie smiled. he could practically hear richie winking.

“what is it, rich?” he said, continuing to smile. “kayla was right, i am busy, you know.” he was glad no one was around to see him grinning like an idiot.

“i just wanted to say hi and see if you wanted to come over to this side of the stage and hang out,” richie said in a sing-song voice.

“i hope you can hear me rolling my eyes,” said eddie. “i’m busy, give me back to kayla. you didn’t need anything, did you?”

“fiiiiine,” richie said, whining. “and no, i didn’t need anything,” he continued. “i just really WANTED a pre-show ki-”

“okay, that’s enough.”

eddie shook his head and giggled as kayla took the headset back and apologized yet again to eddie for the distraction. he waved it off and continued up to the light booth.

after checking on tech, eddie went back downstairs and looked through his list of pre-show tasks. everything was running smoothly. it was time to call places.

“kayla, call places for stage left,” eddie said through the headset. 

“you got it.”

eddie went backstage to where a bunch of the actors were hanging out and called places for stage right. everyone made their way to their first entrance in the next minute or so. well, everyone except one.

“where the fuck is she?” eddie muttered to himself angrily. he marched backstage. “amber! places!”

however, the sight he was greeted with was a gruesome one. amber was keeled over, throwing up all over the floor.

“oh my god.” he rushed to her side and quickly talked through the headset to alert kayla and the director of what was going on. “what on earth happened?” he asked amber, who was sitting up and gasping.

“i- i think i had too much at dinner,” amber said. “or the wrong combination of stuff. lots of chicken alfredo and a piece of cake for dessert.”

eddie shook his head as the director rushed back and gasped.

“oh my god, amber! are you alright?” she asked frantically.

amber shook her head as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“no!” she cried out. “i can’t go on, i feel awful!”

eddie felt his heart drop into his stomach.

“honey, are you sure?” the director asked, her eyes widening. “we’re just about to open the curtain!”

“eddie knows it, send him on!” amber said, gesturing to eddie.

eddie should’ve expected this. amber was popular. she did this for shits and gigs. it didn’t actually matter to her if she went on and performed, she just liked the attention of being able to say that she was in drama club. plus, of course, she liked kissing richie in rehearsals. anyone else in drama club would’ve acted through a heart attack, but not amber.

“eddie?” the director turned to him with pleading eyes. before she could say another word, eddie was sighing and taking off his headset.

“here’s my clipboard of cues,” he said, handing it over to her. “go get them to start the show while i get in costume.”

“oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she said, hugging him.

“you’re welcome,” he responded. “now go!’

eddie nervously ran through some of the longer monologues in his head while he went and changed. thank goodness there was more than one juliet costume so that he didn’t have to wear the one covered in puke. he was still in utter shock that this was actually happening, but what did he expect? it’s amber.

eddie knew he knew his lines. he knew his blocking too. but he kept going over it in his mind, because if he didn’t, all he’d be able to think about right now would be the fact that he was about to kiss his best friend and crush. onstage. in front of a crowd of people.

and there was a good chance richie might not even know that was happening yet.

the first few scenes went off without a hitch. most of eddie’s nerves had melted away. however, it was now time for act one, scene five- aka the scene where romeo and juliet met. eddie stood in the wings as he watched richie onstage. with a deep breath, he stepped out.

it was clear that richie had NO IDEA that eddie was on for amber. the second eddie stepped out, richie’s eyes were drawn to him, and they quickly became the size of dinner plates. he quickly shook that off, however, when he realized that he was still onstage acting.

the scene progressed, and the first kiss was coming closer and closer. finally, richie approached eddie, and romeo and juliet began their first interaction.

richie took eddie’s hand in his own. eddie shoved down the butterflies he was feeling as richie spoke his line. eddie barely heard a word he said. he was too busy staring into richie’s dark, deep eyes.

“then move not, while my prayer’s effect i take,” richie said. he slowly leaned in. the lean itself had more passion than any interaction he had EVER had with amber. after a painfully slow few seconds, richie put one hand on eddie’s cheek and the other on his waist, and pulled him in for a kiss.

eddie’s heart leaped out of his chest. he tried desperately to shove down his feelings, but he couldn’t help the fireworks that were going off in him. richie’s lips were soft and smooth, and he pressed them so gently and lovingly against eddie’s. it was nothing like eddie had expected. richie had always had such a fuckboy reputation and attitude that eddie had assumed his kisses would reflect that.

but they didn’t.

at all.

after what was way too short, yet longer than amber and richie had ever kissed for, richie and eddie pulled apart from each other. eddie’s breath hitched, and it took him a second to open his eyes and process things enough to continue on with his lines.

“thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged,” richie said softly, gazing deeply into eddie’s eyes and throwing glances down at his lips.

“then have my lips the sin that they have took,” eddie said, just as softly and full of passion. he had never said something in that gentle of a tone to richie in his life.

“sin from thy lips? o trespass sweetly urged!” richie said. he then put both hands around eddie’s waist and pulled him in so close that eddie could feel richie’s breath on his cheek. “give me my sin again,” he whispered.

the second kiss was even more passionate than the first. eddie and richie were practically making out onstage, until eddie suddenly remembered where they were and pulled apart.

the rest of the show went off without a hitch. although she was still sick, amber was throwing eddie death glares backstage. eddie couldn’t care less, though. finally, it was time for curtain call. eddie and richie entered from opposite sides of the stage, grabbed hands, and bowed together to the sounds of the thunderous applause.

the cast waved goodbye to the audience as the curtain closed. everyone immediately started cheering and celebrating, then went to run out to the lobby to say hi to their families and friends. 

eddie smiled as everyone ran off. he himself sighed and went backstage, where he laid down on a crash mat that they had used last spring. he immediately started grinning and kicked his feet up in the air, squealing. his face was bright red with joy and passion. even though richie didn’t like him back, this was quite possibly the best night of his life.

“well that was the most adorable thing i’ve ever seen.”

eddie sat up quickly and blushed to see richie standing there.

“i- didn’t you go say hi to anyone?” he asked.

“they can wait,” richie said. he sat down on the crash mat next to eddie, not looking over. “so, amber got sick?”

“um, yeah, she did,” eddie said, also refusing to look over. his heart was pounding, even harder than before the first time they had kissed.

“not gonna lie, i’m really glad she did.”

eddie’s heart skipped a beat.

“oh?” he asked. “why’s that?”

“i’ve always wanted an excuse to kiss you.”

eddie’s face burned. he felt richie’s hand on his cheek and was gently pulled to face him.

“you were incredible out there,” richie whispered. “and let me tell you, i’ve never felt fucking butterflies like i did tonight.”

eddie was speechless. “i- what do you-”

“i like you, eds,” said richie, smiling softly. “i always have. i don’t know if it was just me, but i really, REALLY felt something tonight. i’ve never kissed someone like that before,” he added. “i was always saving my best kiss i had in me. i was saving it for you, i think,” he said. “i wanted it to be as perfect as possible. and eddie, that was better than every goddamn dream i’ve ever had about kissing you.”

eddie felt a sudden wind of bravery.

“oh yeah?’ he said, his gaze flickering to richie’s lips. “is this better than your dreams, too?”

and with that, eddie closed the gap between them.

[i-just-think-that-clones]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: ARC-77 | Fordo & Stec Characters: ARC-77 | Fordo, Stec (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Fordo Week 2022, rest and recovery, Angst, Kinda, but then i spilled Happy Juice over the wip so also, Fluff, and a hint of crack, hurt ARC-77 | Fordo, Stec Is a Good Bro, yes i will make this a tag, Mentions of Death, Battle of Coruscant (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), or the aftermath of it, Blood and Injury, not too much tho Series: Part 7 of Fordo Week 2022 Summary:

Day 7: Rest and Recovery

Summary: The battle of Coruscant is over. The Republic won, clones died, and Fordo is left within the debris. Stec would like Fordo to stop being stupid for just five seconds, please.

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I cannot believe this is the last day of @fordoweek . Thank you guys so much for doing this, it was amazing!!