#it drabble

[stan-the-cinnamon-roll-uris]

A while ago I had this idea for a Reddie AU where Richie got in with the wrong crowd after he left Derry for College and eventually ends up as a wanted criminal in New York, where Eddie has started working as a police officer.

This eventually resolves in a cat-and-mouse chase where they keep seeking each other out, even without their memories.

Until Mike calls them back to Derry and everything comes rushing back.

This has been sitting in my drafts for months and I don't think I'll continue the story but for anyone who's interested in some angst, here's the moment after Eddie gets hurt in the cave:

"Eds, come on. Who am I supposed to play cops and robbers with now, huh? You haven't even caught me yet."

It pulls a weak laugh from Eddie, followed by a bloody cough that wipes Richie's smile straight from his face. Thankfully Eddie doesn't seem to notice.

"Not my fault you tricked your way out of custody the last time."

"That's a shitty excuse, even for a cop, Eddie." Richie tells him and tries to blink against the burning in his eyes.

He just has to keep him talking and if anything, Richie knows he's good at that.

He readjusts his jacket against Eddie's chest but Eddie doesn't even flinch. Instead he slowly blinks at him and for a moment it reminds Richie of his cat at home.

"You gotta meet Alfie."

Another slow blink "Who's Alfie?"

"My cat. Alfredo Howard Tozier the first. I got him from a shelter last year."

Eddie huffs out another weak laugh. "Of course you did." Richie can tell that Eddie's starting to have trouble breathing. It takes a long moment for Eddie to go on with the conversation.

"What does he look like?"

Richie quickly wipes at his eyes with a wet laugh "Oh he's a huge black tabby cat that likes to stand on his backlegs a lot. If Al Capone ever got reincarnated as a cat, that would be Alfie."

Richie startles at the loud screech on the other end of the cave. As he looks up he can't see any of the others. He just hears them shout.

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

You fell. It was as simple as that. Something in the extremely gross water you were running through caught your foot and you fell. It didn’t lessen the feeling of betrayal you felt as you saw the rest of the Losers round the corner ahead of you, leaving you behind with a twisted ankle to sit in the sewer. You’d feel betrayed even if there wasn’t a killer clown trying to eat you.

You hadn’t wanted to come — it was a beautiful summer day up on the surface and you had been helping in the garden, doing your best to forget about It and the split within your friends. You had woken up and decided instead of trying to talk to half of your friends at a time, so as to not provoke a fight with the other half, you’d spend the day weeding and planting and watering. It was good, calming. Safe.

Then Big Bill and the rest of the Losers crashed through your garden gate with the news that Bev had been taken by It. As that was a fate worse than death by your estimate, you’d dropped the watering can and picked up the spade.

As your stared up at the rough ceiling above, able to hear that demented clown giggle as it slowing crawled toward you, you wished you were still in the garden.

@summer-of-whump

[eddieeatsass]

Thinking about cock warming Reddie and how soft they are. Eddie’s always had self-soothing habits, it comes with the territory of neuroses, but they had always been small insignificant things until him and Richie got together. Eddie gets addicted to the feeling of Richie inside him. It’s almost scary how calming it is just to sit there in Richie’s lap, feeling something warm and sturdy pressed against his walls. It goes beyond just being sexual, into territory his heart wasn’t familiar with.

It becomes commonplace between them. When they’re at home (or even sometimes when they’re not, if they’re feeling daring), Eddie is almost always sitting on Richie’s cock. So it’s not at all odd when he wakes up late one morning, scuttering into the kitchen where Richie is sitting at their table with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. It’s rare for Richie to wake up before Eddie, so when Eddie woke up to an empty bed it caused that familiar anxiety to creep into his bones.

But these days there was an easy fix for that. Wordlessly, Eddie approached Richie and sat in his lap, pulling out Richie’s cock and beginning to stroke him to hardness. Richie chuckled, watching a determined Eddie preparing him like this was a medical exam. Richie would say good morning, kiss Eddie’s cheek adoringly, but Eddie would just grunt in response as he focused on his task.

Once fully erect, Eddie settled himself over Richie’s cock and sank down on it. They did this often enough that Eddie was always at least somewhat stretched, and the slight burn added to the sensation of fullness, completion, like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

Still sleepy and mildly run down from his spike of anxiety, Eddie rest his head on Richie’s chest and closed his eyes, humming contently when Richie’s free hand absently crept under Eddie’s oversized shirt, tracing patterns all over his back.

And if Eddie brought his own hand up to his mouth to suck absently on his thumb, yet another self-soothing habit he’d never grown out of, well, nobody had to know.

[beauregard-s]

Can you do prompt 79 with Bill? 👉👈

Omg, yes. You just fed my baseball!Bill obsession lmao

Warning: brief mention of sex.

79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” + Bill Denbrough

You roll over from under the weight of Bill's arm around your waist, sitting up and then finally leaving the bed. The rain pouring outside against the windows of his room turns out as a calming background sound as you stroll around, still weak in the knees, reaching for a baseball shirt of his hanging on the chair. 

You get into it quietly, before reaching for your cellphone on the desk, going through some messages of Beverly when you hear the low grunt from behind you. 

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," you say, smiling at the screen and quickly answering her texts before leaving it aside again. Turning around to find him still splayed on his stomach, the arm you rested under hanging lazily out of the bed. A blissful, sleepy smile on his red lips that seems so goofy.

"What is it?" You raise a brow, chuckling. "Did I break you?"

Bill rolls his eyes as you laugh, "No, like…. It’s just, I can’t b-believe you’re actually wearing m-muh-my clothes."

The soft, enamoured voice of his makes your heart flutter and your lips deliver him a smile as goofy as his own. "You don't expect me to walk around naked, don't you?" You shrug.

Bill raises his brow and you watch his eyes sizing you up. 

"That would be a b-bless." He says rolling over, the goofy smile turning into a smirk as he stretches. "N-now come over here, let m-me see how b-beautiful you look with my name on you."

[ticklishraspberries]

“Well that was... something.”

“I thought you were supposed to be the poetic one,” Bev replied, her smile fond.

The sheets were tangled beneath them, early morning light spilling into the room. Her head was on his chest, and his arms were wrapped around her waist. If you had told a fifteen-year-old Ben Hanscom that he’d wake up to this one day, he would have never believed you.

Ben chuckled. “I thought that was pretty profound, actually.”

After giving a little roll of her eyes, Beverly snuggled closer, burying her face in Ben’s neck, mumbling something that sounded like, “Need more sleep.”

But it was a beautiful day, and there was no way he was going to let his wife sleep in. Fingers danced up her sides, drawing the prettiest laugh he’d ever heard from her lips, smile bright as sunshine...See? He was totally poetic.

Send me the first line of a fic, and I’ll write the next 5.

[rosiethots]

some headcanons of flower shop worker eddie

finding out most of his allergies were fake gave him a new found sense of freedom.

his favorite thing to do now was finding flowers along the sidewalks in the grass and sniffing them without getting a stuffy nose

he loves their sweet scent

in high school he applied for a job at the town’s local flower shop

he was a bit reluctant thanks to the school rumors of the owner being a witch who eats kids

turns out she was a lovely old woman with the mouth of a sailor and pretty much one of the only few decent people in derry

she hired eddie very quickly due to her declining health

she would tell him stories while he swept the floor or watered the flowers

eddie would pick at random flowers and ask her their meaning

his favorite flower was an aster

eddie would often find flower petals in his hair and stem clippings in his shoes

richie would joke that it was because flowers were growing out of him now

eddie would always wear a sweater to work even during the summer because of how much time he would spend in the freezer

the owner would teach eddie how to waltz during their slow days

eddie hated throwing out older flowers that started to droop so he would take them home with him

sometimes eddie would tuck a flower into the losers’ hair or notebooks

even if some of them didn’t care for flowers, it would make them smile

eddie assigned a flower to each loser according to their personalities

eddie teaches himself how to make flower crowns and is almost never seen without one on

beverly lets him braid flowers into her hair

eddie convince richie to let him braid flowers into his hair too

djdnjdncjcn i just love eddie surrounding himself with flowers

[myriadimagines]

Hey! May I please get a ship Drabble for IT 2019 and prompt 32? I’m a hetero girl who’ll turn 28 this month. I’m a PhD student in Media Discourse and I’m pursuing a career as uni lecturer. Absolutely clueless in romance and oblivious to flirting. Always kind and friendly to people but have major trust issues and don’t open up easily. Hate my looks. Perfectionist. Nerd. Metalhead. Bookworm who also like writing, films, crosswords, taking long walks. Hate snakes and crowds. Calm. Sarcastic. Quiet.

Characters: Reader x Bill Denbrough

Warnings: —

Prompt: 32. “Oh God… I think I’m in love with you.”

Word Count: 366

A/N: hey! i hope you like it!

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Bill takes a deep breath as he approaches the restaurant, looking around the almost empty parking lot as he takes in his surroundings. His head feels like it’s in a haze, the fog clogging up his mind as wisps of memories come to him in fleeting moments. 

“Bill?”

A voice distracts him, one that sounds familiar, and Bill turns to face you. It takes him a few moments, studying your features before the name comes to his lips, “y/n.”

“Wow.” you can’t help but laugh slightly as you feel overcome with awkwardness. Like Bill, your memories of Derry feel hazy, but you can feel something within your chest upon seeing Billy. Old feelings, old memories tugging at you, yet you can’t seem to pinpoint them. Running a hand through your hair, you ask, “How... how have you been?”

“Good, good.” Bill vaguely responds, taking a step closer to you. Gesturing to you, he remarks, “You, um, you look good.”

You snort, shaking your head. “You think?” 

“Yeah.” Bill nods, and you’re taken aback by the sincerity in his eyes. The two of you awkwardly stand before one another, before Bill opens his arms, and he hesitantly takes a step closer to you. You blink in surprise as he wraps his arms around you in a stiff hug, and he says, “It’s good to see you.”

You pause, before you slowly relax, and your arms wrap around Billy as you hug him back. You close your eyes, burying your face into his shoulder, feeling oddly comforted in the embrace. More memories flood back to you suddenly, the image of Bill’s smiling face from childhood hitting you, and your eyes snap open as Billy pulls away. Nodding towards the restaurant, he remarks, “We should head inside, huh?”

You nod, gulping, as you slowly begin to understand the vague emotions you were feeling before. You watch as Billy begins to make his way into the restaurant, and you heart flutters in your chest.

“Oh God...” you mutter to yourself, your cheeks getting hot. You may not remember much, but you can feel old feelings resurfacing, and you quietly mumble to him, “I think I’m in love with you.”