#m:it

[canondestiel]

you thought there would be some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together but here we are in the weeds again, here we are in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn’t make sense. and then the second boot falls. and then a third, a fourth, a fifth.

[strawhat-awakening]

The Losers Club: Eddie Kaspbrak

"Go get my bifocals. I hid 'em in my second fanny pack."

[canondestiel]

SOPHIA LILLIS as BEVERLY MARSH

[canondestiel]

take the long way home

5k - richie/eddie - fix it 

"Guys?"

Eddie stares at the surface of the water, heart sinking like a stone to his stomach. Sinking, his brain snags. Then, alone. alone. alone.

"Okay, guys, c'mon."

His call is met with silence and he knows, he knows, that they're saving Bev, or at least trying to. He shouldn't be doing anything less, but fear grips him tight as a vice, pinning him in place.

He calls again and again there's nothing. No movement he can see, even as he sweeps the light from his headlamp across the cistern. It seems, suddenly, like a gaping maw, the mouth of a hungry beast waiting to swallow them whole, and maybe it's most of the way there already.

"Guys, c'mon, please. Please c'mon, I don't wanna walk outta here alone."

He's praying, begging, and he's not even sure to what. Something. Anything. And something must hear him, must feel the desperation and terror rolling off of him in endless waves, because the surface breaks with a collective gasp, with one, two, three, four, five heads.

The adrenaline makes way for a rush of relief, and his bones feel like jelly, like he's already being digested, like he was swallowed too and hadn't even realized it.

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[canondestiel]

Full Bloom (Read on AO3)

Eddie and Richie have been dating for four months and have never actually gone on a date. But that is going to change tonight.

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[canondestiel]

stan/patty and taylor SWIFT

One look, dark room Meant just for you Time moved too fast You played it back Buttons on a coat Lighthearted joke No proof, not much But you saw enough

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Patty glanced out the window at the darkened yard, wondering how time had slipped by so fast. She wasn’t even sure when she and Stan had wandered off into this empty room. They seemed to gravitate to it, away from everyone else, naturally. But it was getting late now and she knew she had to go back to her own house.

Their eyes met as she looked back and a conversation seemed to pass between them silently. Stan smiled. “Can I walk you back?”

“I’d really like that.” She stood and slipped on her coat, struggling to fasten the buttons. A mix of nerves and alcohol and will I see him again? made her fingers shaky and uncoordinated.

Smoothly, he replaced her hands with his own, buttoning her up easily. “So you can talk for three hours straight without so much as a slurred word or lost thought, but you can’t put a piece of plastic through a hole?”

“Talking is my super power,” she admitted, at least when she was talking to the right person. “What’s yours?”

He stepped away and blew out a breath. “You’d make fun of me.”

“I would never.”

He raised an eyebrow, face falling into a blankly disbelieving expression. “Just twenty minutes ago you laughed yourself to tears because I didn’t know who Nine Inch Nails was.”

The mention of it set her off into a short fit of giggles again as she remembered his face of absolute bafflement when she had said she hated Nine Inch Nails. “Only the nine inch ones?” she repeated, mocking him gently.

He rolled his eyes and opened the bedroom door, not responding to her teasing. “After you.”

They slipped through the throngs of people still partying and out the front door, where they were met with an immediate gust of cold wind. She pulled her hood up and wrinkled her nose, feeling far more sober in the winter air, far more grounded in reality. Alone with Stan felt like a world all its own.

He kept close as they walked, standing on her left and blocking some of the wind, their arms occasionally brushing. Such a simple touch, yet butterflies stirred in her stomach anyway. “You must be used to this cold, living in New York.”

“Well, it’s not my favorite, but I grew up in Maine, so I'm…” A strange look crossed his face as he trailed off.

“I don’t want to imagine how much colder it is there,” she said after she realized he wasn’t going to finish.

His face cleared again and he gave her a small smile. “It wasn’t all bad. I think I had some really good friends there.”

“You’ll have to tell me about them sometime.“ 

“Yeah,” he answered quietly. “Maybe over coffee?”

“I’m free tomorrow,” she said quickly, then blushed at her own enthusiasm.

“I can pick you up. How does one sound?”

She nodded, thoughts caught up in the way his eyes seemed to dance and sparkle when they looked at her. “Perfect,” she whispered. 

“Perfect,” he murmured back.

And neither of them, she understood, were talking about the time at all.

[strawhat-awakening]

The Losers Club: Richie Tozier

“You went to the library? On purpose?”

[strawhat-awakening]

The Losers Club: Bill Denbrough

"Swear it. Swear if It isn't dead, if It ever comes back, we'll come back, too. "