#denborough

[logicallyblind]

it’s literally Richie

[fandomoblivion]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Prologue)

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader, Henry Bowers x Reader (don’t worry, not for long hopefully)

Request: Can you do an It fic thing where you like are dating Henry Bowers and then Pennybitch comes and you fall in love with either Richie or Stan????

Warnings: Swearing, violence, toxic relationships

Word Count: 437

Notes: This is the prologue of something I’m reposting, look for my post before this for an explanation

You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s all it was. You were new in town, and you were exploring, and you stumbled across Henry Bowers and his friends. That’s all it was, really. A new kid, being recruited by the wrong crowd.

“Who’re you?” A deep voice asked.

Your head turned, your hair whipping around your face to look at the four of them.“Oh, h-hi. Sorry, I was just looking around. I’ll leave.” You stammered, surprised by the voice.

“New meat.” One of his friends, the tall skinny one, mumbled, crossing his arms. His dark, greasy hair atop his narrow head reminded you of the time a rat made its way into your home. The others chuckled, and the main one, the one who started talking to you, dug something out of his pocket. You craned your head forward, wanting to see what he had. You were about ten to twelve feet away, so you couldn’t see the best.

He held out a small stick, when you looked closer you saw it was a cigarette. You had only smoked once before, but your paranoia that your father would find out made you never want to try one again. “You want a smoke? We got a lighter.”

“Wait, what?” One of his friends asked, looking confused. “She looks like a nerd, Bowers.” You flinched slightly. So ‘Bowers’ is the main guy. That’s a weird name. He turned his head and whispered something to his friend. The guy’s eyebrows raised and a small smile went onto his face.

“Go on then,” Bowers said.

You tentatively walked forward and took it from his hand. He looked at another one of his friends, one with blond hair, and said, “Vic, give her a light.”

Vic walked forward and took a lighter out of his pocket, the fluid almost empty. He lit the cigarette and you brought it to your lips, taking a small puff and releasing your breath, coughing lightly.

Bowers laughed, but there wasn’t a smile on his face. He seemed to be emotionless. “She’s cute. I like her. What about you, Belch? What do you think?

The bigger one snickered. “I like her too, Bowers.”

“What’s your name, newbie?” The rat-like one asked.

“(Y/N). Uh, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

And that’s how you met Henry Bowers. You didn’t find out his name was actually Henry, and not just ‘Bowers,’ until the first day of school but the five of you hung out for slightly under two weeks beforehand.

When the first day of school finally came, you were walking the halls on the arm of Henry Bowers.

[billybearr]

This Fic is a crossover of IT and The Book of Henry. DISCLAIMER: Character death involved

After he had finished his dinner, Bill went down the stairs to the basement. He was looking for the old paper boat he had done for his little brother. Yes Bill remembers it clearly. It was a rainy day in the flood period at Derry. Bill sat down on the base step of the basement staircase. He held the waxed boat made of old newspapers. He stared at it for a while before even blinking his eyes. He stood up after 10 minutes of sitting and ran up the staircase. He zoomed to the front door and opened it with tears starting to roll down his cheeks. Bill had no idea of where he was going or where he was. When he stopped and looked around, he realized that it was a new place, he didn't recognize any part of what he was seeing. The panicked boy ran to a house and through it's backyard gate to the forest behind the house. In the distance he noticed a tree-house. "Bill.." the house seemed to whisper. "Bill, I want to.." Bill had had enough and he ran towards it. The voice was too familiar. He kicked the door open and in there was just a box. Big Black Box. Next to it stood a little boy with glasses. He had a cape on, too. "Peter The Great" was written on the back of the cape. "Do you want to see a magic trick?" "My big brother Henry would've wanted to see it," he continued with sadness in his voice. "Whu-whu-what happened to your buh-buh-brother?" "He went to a better place, but I can show you how he visits me!" The little boy had a small smile growing on his face. Not a creepy one, a relieved one. "My buh-buh-brother d-d-died.." "I CAN MAKE HIM COME BACK TOO, DO YOU WANT TO SEE?!" "Don't t-try to trick me little guy!" Bill bursted out with absoulte rage which shocked even himself. "I wasn't planning on," said now a sad little boy called Peter. "Juh-juh-Georgie." Bill said. Peter thought for asecond and then asked "Was he your brother?" Bill nodded slightly. He hadn't used that name for at least 6 months. It felt kind of, good. Peter tapped on the box, whispered something like "Please work again" and stepped back next to the box. He smiled and asked Bill "Do you want to open it yourself?" "Or do you like it closed?" Bill was confused over the last part and said "D-d-do it yourself, then it'll work, I believe in y-y-you!" Peter smiled again and nodded. "Ladies and Gentlemen, from Peter the Great I give you the ultimate magic trick, that'll blow your minds!! "He opened the box, Bill threw himself against the wall as he saw the yellow slicker. "Bill?" the small shadow asked. Bill was in shock. "Juh- juh- georgie?" "Bill?" It was an emotional moment. Another boy, a bit older one came in from behind Georgie. "That must be Henry" Bill thought. All of the sudden everything flashed, Georgie was pulled from between the arms of Bill and Henry disappeared while waving to Peter. Peter waved back and after everything calmed down, he closed the box. Another set of lights and Peter was gone, the tree-house was gone. Bill woke up in his own bed. The paper boat was on his writing desk. Bill was confused. He saw a glimpse of yellow from beneath his bed sheets. He pulled the sheets back and there it was. A yellow raincoat. Georgie’s raincoat. Bill fell on his bed and stared into the ceiling. "I must find the buh-buh-boy" he said to himself before passing away. The raincoat was firmly in his hands and the boat facing the window, behind which rain was falling. It was getting dark. And cold. 

[lesbiaine]

BLEASE I WOULD DIE IMMEDIATELY FOR YOU SHOULD I BE GIVENTHE CHANCE,,,,,,,,,,, EVERY SINGLE POST OF YOURS ADDS 91 YEARS TO MY LIFESPAN, THANK U FOR EXISTING,,,,,,,,,

THANK YOU SO MUCH??? ID DIE FOR YOU THIS IS SO SWEET IM IN TEARS

[beeptozier]

jejfjskfjd happy birthday!!!! hope it's a good one!!

thanks 💕💕

[oaf-inactive]

hi!!!! would you rather spend a weekend out by the beach and learn to surf;; or up in the mountains where you could zipline¿

hello!!!! mmmm probably the mountains where i could zipline bc ive ziplined before and i hate the beach hahaha

[areacomplete]

hey buddie,, i'm sorry you're feeling anxious :(( here's a cute hc for U;; highschool!stan & bill make a road trip down to a flower field in southern maine where they listen to ac/dc the whole ride down && then make eachother bouquets + snuggle under the blankets together w/ hot cocoa when they get back home !!

oh ?? my gd this is so cute thank you . my day is made

[hotbisexual]

i saw your tag & nfndnf capricorn gang 🤧☝️

right!! like i know we’re not the nicest sign, but at least we’re honest. like whenever my friends need advice or anything i’m always 100% honest, and it’s not like we’re trying to hurt your feelings, we just want the best for you and want you to know what’s up you know???