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wintaswan · 8 months

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⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈𝐈𝐈. ✧ ──ㅤ THE LOSERS CLUB.

୨୧ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻： 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

୨ pairings: (the losers club minus mike x fem!reader)

୨ summary: how they acted, felt and looked the first time they saw you.

୨ warnings: blood, injuries, homophobia, slut-shaming.

୨ disclaimer: i use (name) instead of ‘y/n’.

୨ content: (preference, romance, fluff)

— 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.

bill first laid his eyes on you in the school cafeteria as you walked past him with a friend. he only saw the back of your head as you walked away, yet that was enough to keep him looking. as you turned around, your beauty took him aback. he quickly flashed his eyebrows, and began to feel overwhelmed. he looked away and stared down at the table where he was sat, mouth agape, eyes wide, cheeks pink. “oh.. oh my god..” he’d think to himself.

bill was snapped out of his daze when richie noticed his peculiar state. “the fuck’s got your knickers in a twist, bill?” he’d laugh.

bill, still half deep in his daze, makes eye contact with richie. he tries unusually hard to form a response, but can’t seem to choke out any words or sounds. the losers share looks of confusion before bill squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, releasing a deep sigh. “bill, are you okay?” stanley would question bill’s sudden breakdown with concern filling his voice. bill would nod as he relaxed his face and body, sneaking what was supposed to be a glance at you, but turned into a stare. suspicious, stanley followed bill’s gaze and eventually figured it out.

“richie, the line”, eddie would gently nudge richie’s shoulder. “what? what line?” “the lunch line, dipshit! everyone’s gone, hurry up” eddie irritatedly explained, standing up to walk over with richie who followed close behind. “are you staring at a girl?” stanley began his interrogation, a smirk tugging at his lips. bill stuttered frantically, seeking denial, but surrendering. “y-yes” he admitted sheepishly, beginning to fidget with his jean pocket. “no, it’s not a bad thing. who is she?” “i d-don’t know. i-i’ve-i’ve never seen her be-before” he said, breaking his stare at you to look at stan. before stan could respond, eddie and richie sat back down, defeated looks on both of their faces. “i-i take it they-they’re out of jolly r-ranchers” bill released a small laugh, amused at their expressions. “yeah and it’s all eddie’s fault - he made me wait until the line was smaller when we could’ve easily gotten to them if we went in line!” richie complained particularly loudly. this sparked a small argument between eddie and richie.

using their distracted friends to their advantage, bill discreetly pointed you out to stanley, and he smirked as he gave bill a small nod in approval as he checked you out for himself. stan observed your mannerisms and behaviours to decipher the sort of person you are, and with his summary, he decided on a personalised plan to help bill.

bill found it hard to tear his eyes away from you, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. he believed ‘pretty’ was an insulting understatement for your kind of beauty. bill’s stomach was filled with butterflies, and his hands fiddled with each other as he took quick glances at you every few seconds, being careful not to stare out of concern of you noticing. although, part of him longed for the moment your eyes would lock with his.

— 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌.

stanley saw you for the first time in an art class. your name was called for attendance by the teacher, and the name was unfamiliar to him - you were a new student. as he heard you confirm of your presence, his heart skipped a beat at the lovely sound that was your voice. his eyes searched for you around the classroom, and when he finally saw you, he could not pull his eyes away from you. he was so lost in you that he didn’t hear his name get called by the teacher. bill nudged him out of his daze.

he shook away his thoughts and apologised before awkwardly muttering something, confirming of his presence. he smiled and looked down, before quickly glancing at you again. he felt butterflies go crazy in his stomach as his mind was racing at the thought of you. he felt eager to introduce himself.

when art class started, he went to retrieve an apron, when he saw you struggling to tie your apron up on the small of your back. he laughed quietly at your attempt to tie a knot without looking, and blushed. he thought you looked adorable. something came over him, and he decided to go in for it.

“need some help?” he spoke softly as he gestured to your apron. “m-maybe..” you sheepishly replied, attempting to avoid eye contact with him. stanley simply laughed as he walked behind you and began tying your apron up, trying desperately to ignore his shaking hands. a blush crept onto both of your cheeks. “thank you” you quietly muttered as you began to fidget with your fingers. “it’s okay. i-it was funny though, watching you trying to t-tie it up” his voice was soft as he laughed, and his hands lingered for a few seconds more than they should’ve. his smile widened at the sound of your laugh, his heart racing in his chest.

you felt his hands withdraw from your lower back, so you turned around to face him. as you looked up at him, you both realised how close your bodies both were to each other. “th-thank you, again” you whispered as your stomach did flips. “your- your welcome” stanley replied, attempting to ignore the feeling of his face and body burning up. you looked back across the room for your canvas, and made eye contact with him one last time before smiling awkwardly and walking back to it. he smiled to himself as he observed your every move. stanley was aware that he was about to get himself into a feeling of deep obsession, and he wasn’t objecting it.

— richard tozier.

richie first saw you in the hallway at school. you were a new student and you weren’t expecting the hallway to become anywhere near as crowded as it became after class. you were walking through the crowd by yourself with your head down, a beautiful small rose wedged above your ear.

he saw you when you were all the way at the opposite end of the hallway, and when he first laid his eyes on you, his eyebrows raised. richie’s jaw slightly dropped and he quickly reached his hand up to fix his glasses. as he saw you up close, he sharply exhaled through his mouth as the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. if only you would have looked up to meet his eyes, and maybe you would have seen the pure adoration present in his gaze. however, you didn’t look up. which is likely why you walked into him.

your bodies quickly collided, however it wasn’t forceful enough to push you over. you looked up at him and saw his mouth agape, and his cheeks pink. you couldn’t decipher whether he was trying to form any words or whether his mouth was just hung open for.. whatever reason. you quickly mumbled an apology as you began walking up the hallway again. richie immediately turned around and watched as you walked away, his heart fluttering as he recalled the small interaction you both so recently shared.

“she dropped her flower” stanley pointed out as he bent down to pick it up. richie took the flower from stanley and began chasing after you - he thought it was a perfect excuse to see and interact with you again. finally, right outside of the door, he caught up to you. he gently tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned around to face him. richie presented you with the flower. “you- uh- y-you dropped this” richie’s voice was shaky with nerves, and he cursed himself for sounding so nervous. “oh, thank you..” you’d smile sheepishly to yourself, gently taking the rose from his hand. your hand slightly brushed against his, and his breath hitched in his throat. he looked at his hand, then back at you. his hand was still extended the way it was when he held the rose.

richie snapped out of it before forming a response. “oh, i-it’s okay …. w-what’s your name?” he attempted to keep talking with you, dreading the end of this moment. “(name)” you quietly responded as you tucked the rose behind your ear again. richie took a moment to respond, your voice giving him butterflies. “um, cool. i-i’m richie” the boy stuttered out, fixing his glasses. you smiled and nodded at him, wanting to continue the conversation but far too nervous to form words. “i- i’m gonna- i’ll see you around” he gestures towards the door before turning around and rushing back into the building.

the losers walked quickly back up the hallway when they saw richie. “r-r-richie, where-where’d you go?” bill questioned as he looked at the direction richie came from. “u-uh.. let’s go” richie rushed back up the opposite end of the hallway, and the losers shared the same bewildered expression. the losers caught up to him outside, and richie turned to face them, wide-eyed. “dude, i just saw the prettiest fuckin’ girl i’ve ever seen in my entire fuckin’ life”

— 𝖾𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗄𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗄.

eddie winced at the large cut on his arm as it stung him, almost bringing tears to his eyes. he swiftly made his way to the school infirmary. the stinging pain mixed with the worrisome thoughts of infections taking over his mind greatly overwhelmed him. finally, he arrived, and checked himself in. the school nurse escorted him to the resting room, where a girl his age was sat on one of the chairs. he froze in his tracks and his eyes widened, and suddenly he found himself experiencing trouble breathing. a peculiar feeling crept into eddie’s body, and he frowned at the unfamiliar sensation. “i’ll be right back, i just need to retrieve some supplies, darling” the nurse spoke frantically to eddie as she rushed out of the room.

eddie stood frozen for a few seconds before finally breaking eye contact and taking a seat across from you. he pretended to examine the room, sneaking a few glances at you in the process, his leg starting to bounce the more he registered your appearance. he couldn’t believe how pretty you were, and it only made him feel more nervous. he frantically unzipped his fanny pack and took a puff from his inhaler. it was then, he noticed your red, teary eyes and suddenly he felt a lump in his throat. it felt as if his thoughts were itching at him to ask the reason or cause of your situation, but that question was quickly answered when he noticed the red outline and bruising visible on your neck when you removed the ice you were holding up to your neck. he quickly frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but felt too shy to draw your attention towards him. eddie’s inner thoughts cursed whoever would do such a thing, especially to someone as cute as you.

the nurse rushed back in to the room, more ice in one hand with quite the amount of bandages and disinfectant alcohol in the other. she offered a small smile as she quickly handed the ice to you, before kneeling down to attend to eddie’s bleeding arm. “now, tell me, sweetheart. how did this happen?” the nurse questioned worriedly as she began to disinfect his cut. “u-um, i- some boys in my class- they- uh- were messing around with some knives in home ec. and one quickly turned around a-and uh.. slashed me” he explained frantically as he harshly shut his eyes in attempt to bear with the increased pain from the disinfectant. “ugh. what is it with boys today? first choking, and now cutting children with knives! keep some pressure on it, nice and firm. yes, like that,” the nurse scoffed as she wrapped the bandage around his arm. “yes, choking. i know, unbelievable. (name) just in front of you was choked by one of the older boys, patrick hockstetter, i believe, as she was on the way to class. revolting, i tell you. i wonder why kids do such things”

the moment your eyes met, eddie internally freaked out. he was glad, though, since the nurse mentioned you, he now had good reason for looking at you. eddie’s face heated up as you gave a little, embarrassed sort of smile at him. he returned a small smile, his blush becoming more apparent as his eyes darted around the room before looking down at his shoes. eddie felt beyond nervous, he was extremely restless, making small movements every few seconds - touching his nose, itching his head, adjusting his posture.. the only thing he could think about was the girl in front of him. at some point he considered that he had actually died and gone to heaven, and was presented with an angel. or, the amount of pain he felt was making him hallucinate to distract him from his injury - creating an illusion of beauty he considered impossible.

his smile had yet to falter as he looked back up at you. simply being in your presence made him feel as if he was floating. “(name), are you ready to go back to class?” the nurse asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. you nodded before standing up and putting your backpack on, looking at eddie as he looked a little disappointed. he dreaded your absence. you walked out of the room, taking one last look at eddie, smiling bashfully to yourself as your eyes met. eddie watched as you walked out, looking down at the floor again. “that was your girlfriend, i’m guessing?” the nurse had a mischevious, playful tone in her voice despite the fact that she was serious. “uhh, what- no, no, i don’t- know her” eddie frantically responded, his face turning a darker shade of pink. “well, let’s hope you get to know her. you looked mesmerised, sweetheart”

— 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗆.

ben spent his first few days in derry all alone in the library, beginning heavy research about the small town he had so recently moved to. he couldn’t deny that he felt slightly embarrassed, embarrassed that he had yet to see anyone anywhere near his age in the library yet. he had only seen people of an older age, and it made him feel quite outcasted that he was the only teenager that would pay visits to the library in their free time. that was until he laid his eyes on the first teenager he had seen in derry, and most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire lifetime. ben was sat down, scanning the library for anyone approximately younger than fifty, and his eyes almost missed you. ben did a double take and froze, staring directly at you for a good minute, mouth agape. he felt particularly excited that he had finally seen someone his age, and slightly intimidated that you were so beautiful. he began thinking of a good excuse to talk to you, or should he just introduce himself? you suddenly looked away from your book, and began looking around the room, clearly bored. you made eye contact with ben, and he shared a soft smile. you returned it, and shyly looked away. you and ben kept sharing quick glances at each other and repeatedly making eye contact and smiling, in which built an innocent, playful sort of tension.

the librarian suddenly dropped a book onto ben’s desk, causing his eyes to quickly dart up to her. “here’s the book you were looking for” she spoke quietly. ben muttered a quick thank you before returning to his book, only for the librarian to speak again. “you know, i think if you spoke to her, you’d get along rather well” she bent down as she whispered in ben’s ear, before she gave a mischevious expression. “wha- how did you-” ben’s utterly confused expression amused her. “i always notice when people eye each other in the library, darling. i may be old, but my eyesight isn’t failing yet” the librarian joked, giving him a light nudge on the shoulder before walking away.

as ben glanced back up at you, you stood up and walked into the section of the library where the books were - walking past him with an adorable little smile on your face. he watched closely and decided to go there as well. ben watched as you went exactly where he was going to go, and smiled to himself at how perfect it was, and how perfect you were. he suddenly felt nervous and went into an aisle in front of where you were. you read the titles of most the books before taking your pick, ‘History of Derry, 1889-1934’. as you pulled the book from the shelf, you met ben’s gaze through the bookshelf. you both shared an embarrassed smile before quietly laughing and looking away, before ben spoke.

“that book, it’s a pretty good one” he motioned towards the book, his smile almost audible. “you’ve read it?” you quietly asked, your eyebrows slightly raising in surprise. “yeah, i just read it, actually. now i’ve started reading the new one, ‘History of Derry, 1935-1988’” ben explained, a hand reaching up to scratch his head. “could- could i maybe borrow it after you’ve read it?” you asked, tilting your head to the side as you tucked some of your hair behind your ears. “yeah, of course! if- if you want you could come and read it with me now?” ben was hesitant, nervous about your response - afraid of rejection. even if it wasn’t a bold offer, he was still about to break out in a sweat “really?” “yeah, of course”

there was a comfortable silence as you sat next to ben, who you had no idea was internally freaking out. he was ecstatic that you took up his offer, and he kept taking discreet glances at you. his heart was beating abnormally fast - and he’d been blushing ever since he first laid his eyes on you. it certainly was not any help that your bodies were in such close proximity that your legs were brushing together, it made him force himself to hide the smile that was so forcefully tugging at his lips. eventually, conversations were started about the peculiar things you had both noticed about derry, and you bonded over your interest in research about it - even though you were only studying it for a school project. ben assisted you with your history assignment, and for once, you enjoyed doing school work.

— 𝖻𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁.

as class ended, you rushed into the bathroom in attempt to arrive and lock yourself in a stall before gretta could find you. however, to your misfortune, she had beaten you to it. as you walked in to the bathroom, you froze in your tracks as your eyes laid on greta - leaning against one of the cubicle doors. “were you gonna hide from me (name)? are you scared of me? aww..” gretta teased with a fake sympathetic expression plastered on her face. you sighed. it wasn’t her you were scared of, you just didn’t want any new injuries. gretta’s constant expression of hatred towards you was only annoying, it was far from scary. if anything, you felt rather apologetic towards her that she would feel the need to inflict pain on others in order to make up for her own.

your eyes rolled back for a moment before you turned around to leave, before one of gretta’s friends blocked the doorway, her arms either side of the doorframe. “going somewhere?” she spoke mischeviously as she walked closer to you, causing you to walk backwards. you bumped in to gretta, who took harsh hold of you by your hair. she slammed you into what she would have preferred as a closed cubicle door, but to both of your surprise - it had been unlocked, causing you to fall into the cubicle and on to someone behind you. the person behind you quickly locked the cubicle door, leaving you both together in a particularly tight, small space. you turned around and were met with one of the most beautiful faces you have ever seen.

internally, beverly was extremely astonished by how beautiful you were - externally, her eyes widening for a moment. a smile tugged at her lips as she moved in front of you, both of you now facing each other, the only sound being the echo of both of your heavy breathing. beverly was feeling a little giddy, and she couldn’t do anything to hide her wide smile, or the blush on her cheeks without making it obvious that she was hiding the fact that she was in fact, blushing. “gross, i bet they’re making out right now. beaverly’s such a slut, it makes sense that she’d even try it with a girl” gretta teased, causing her small group of girl-friends to laugh. you squinted your eyes in pure disgust at gretta’s cruel remark, and beverly decided to respond. “and what if we are? why would you be so upset if it weren’t jealousy?” beverly smirked, amusement evident in her voice. “jealousy? you’re out of your mind. obviously, you’re done fucking guys, so you’re going after the girls next” gretta scoffed, harshly kicking the door with her foot. “do you enjoy living in a fantasy world, gretta? if you think i’ve slept with anyone at all, maybe you should take some of the medication at your daddy’s pharmacy to bring you back to reality” beverly snapped, suddenly feeling a little aggressive. “you and i both know that’s a lie-” “greta! leave them alone. go home” a mature female voice ordered, obviously a teacher. gretta quickly muttered something before footsteps were heard growing further and further away, before there was silence in the girl’s bathroom.

“th-thank you. for- unlocking the door..” you broke the silence, quietly thanking her. beverly was instantly snapped out of whatever anger she felt towards gretta, and her attention was completely dedicated to you. “oh- it’s- it’s okay” she blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she averted her gaze from you. there was a moment of silence before beverly spoke up again. “i’m beverly marsh” she offered a smile, hoping for it to be returned. “i’m (name) (last name)” your smile only summoned butterflies in her stomach, as did your melodic voice. “nice to meet you. you have a- nice name” beverly immediately regretted the compliment after the remembered it was possible you could misunderstand her intentions due to gretta’s (secretly, true) accusation of beverly wishing to be with a girl. beverly noticed as you were quick to present a bashful smile at the compliment, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “thank you, you do as-as w-well” your voice was breathy due to how shy she’d made you feel, your breathing pattern becoming irregular. “well, i have to go. i-i’ll see you around, (name)” beverly smirked as she put out her cigarette, unlocked the door, and left you alone - blushing and smiling to yourself back in the bathroom.

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billdenbroughsgirl · 4 months

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dom!richie or eddie hcs with a sub!reader???… could i maybe be 🎀 anon HELP

you have my heart i love eddie n rich <3 n of course you can be 🎀 anon !! :)

nsfw content!!

♡ DOM!RICHIE :

❥ okay i LUV richie but let's be so fr

❥ he's not very gentle, maybe sometimes but he's got a lot of pent up frustration that'll be released sexually.

❥ if you're the kind of person who does like it gentle, he will try his best and i will die on that hill

❥ okay guys fr hc time!

❥ sososo!! verbal. always has to be talking, lotsa 'yea, you like that?' 'takin me so well, fuck' 'atta girl/boy' 'made for my cock, doll' AAA

❥ def casual dominance too, he'll zip up your hoodie/jacket, order meals for you, etcetc :)

♡ DOM!EDDIE :

❥ he's much gentler, yall know how he is 😭

❥ you two fuck the most in missonary, or really any position where he can see your face

❥ sweet sweet boy, talks you through your orgasms def

❥ also just verbal in general, 'you're doing so well' 'jesusss, i love you baby'

❥ not much casual dominance because he's a bit shy, he tries his best though!!

i luv them, my boys :3

#it 2017 x reader #it x reader #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #richie tozier smut #eddie kaspbrak smut #🎀 anon

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reareaotaku · 7 months

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Hello it's me Rachel. Listen um sorry for the bother you but can you make a yandere losers club headcanon movie it 2017 ?

It's no bother! Of course I can!

Yandere Losers Club Headcanons

Characters: Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris, Beverly Marsh, Mike Hanlon, Ben Hanscom [Also, I looked up the Jewish stuff for Stanley, so if I got anything wrong lmk]

Bill Denbrough

He gets really shy around you

Stutters a lot and he never really gets over it, no matter how he tries

You're way out of his league and he's surprised when you ask him out

But oh my god, you really want to date him

"Do you want to go out with me?"

He looks at you shocked, his mouth on the floor. At first, he thinks you're trying to pull a prank on him or making fun of him, but you're dead serious

"Oh- W-w-what?"

"Do you want to go out with.... me?" You gesture to yourself at the end, your confidence quickly fading in fear you were about to be rejected

"Uh-uh-uh, um...y-ye-yeah. I'd l-l-l-love to."

Now it's your turn to blush and you smile, "Great. That's great. So what now?"

"I don't know..."

It's a little awkward at first, but you both eventually get over it

His friends tease him, but Bill always brings up about how they're all single [It usually ends the teasing]

He always dresses up whenever he's going to see you

He just wants to look his best

Eddie Kaspbrak

You meet at his favorite place, the pharmacy

He knew who you were and you vaguely knew who he was

He had a huge crush on you and when he saw you, he nearly shit bricks

He quickly put the stuff he was holding back on the shelf, while accidentally knocking stuff down

"Uh, you're Eddie, right?"

He awkwardly laughs, his face turning a light red, "Uh, yeah. Y/n?"

"Yeah. What are you doing?"

"Nothing!" He's quick and nearly yells it at you, causing you to flinch back. He instantly felt bad about it

You only knew two things about Eddie; He's a germaphobe and his mom is crazy

"You're that germaphobe, right?"

His eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head, "No! I'm not scared of germs. That's crazy," He laughs it off, moving his hand back and forth. He blushes when hearing you laugh and he looks away from you

"You're really cute. Do you want to hang out?"

"Hang out? You and me?"

"Yeah, there's actually a diner close by-"

"Of course. I mean yeah, that'd be cool"

You start hanging out more after that and Eddie is secretly losing his mind

You're hanging out with him

Wow- He feels like he's dreaming

When you ask him to be your boyfriend, he's sure that he's dead and in heaven

Richie Tozier

You both fucking hate each other when you first met

You bully the hell out of each other, trying to get the last word

"Why are you late?"

"Sorry, I was fucking your mom."

"Well, I'm glad you could enjoy someone's mom since you don't have one"

He rolls his eyes, mocking you, because he has no insult to throw back without sounding like he was offended

Things change when he gets older and he realizes that he likes you

it started when he'd see things in his everyday life that reminded him of you

At first he was irritated and he wanted to destroy those things [Flowers, rocks, tree bark, a cloud, the way his food is placed, a game/game character, etc]

But then, he realized these things made him happy. You made him happy, even when he tried to fight it

He began to cherish these things and anything he could preserve and keep, he would

He has a shrine dedicated to those things. Nothing ever directly linked to you, but just things that make his mind go to you

Neither of you will ask the other out, because you two are two prideful- Actually, it'll be an accident when one of you confesses

You two will be fighting and one of you will comment about how the other is pretty/handsome as an insult and the other turns around and is like "You like me?" You'll be blushing and the person who insulted the other will deny it, but whoever was insulted will be like "I like you two."

Stanley Uris

Stan is very mature for a boy his age and that's what attracts you to him

He doesn't really notice you at first, because he doesn't have time for dating and he's more worried about keeping his things in order

You try approaching him multiple times, but you usually get shrugged off

You can go to the temple and wait until after Prayer hall, Shacharit, or the morning blessings, but he'll probably spot you and avoid you. If you're not Jewish, you'll approach his father, the Rabbi, telling him about your interest in the culture

"You can't just be Jewish. You know that right? It's a long progress-"

"I'm okay with that. I'm interested in the culture, language, and history"

He's impressed with your knowledge and interest that he's willing to take you under his wing

Stanley then becomes jealous, because you're becoming closer with his father than he ever was

You get progressively better at speaking from The Torah

"There's this girl who keeps coming to the Temple. I've been avoiding-"

"Wait, there's a girl who's actively seeking you out and you're avoiding her??? Because???"

Stanley rolls his eyes, "It-"

"Is she ugly?"

"No-"

"Are you gay?"

"What? No-"

"Then why are you avoiding her?"

"It's stupid-"

"Spit it out."

"Well, she's not even Jewish, but my dad treats her like she's been going to the Temple her whole life. So, she learns a little Hebrew so what? Anyone can do that."

"Oh, you're jealous and have daddy issues. Got it"

His father acts kind of like your dad. Tries setting you up with a good guy so you'd be set for later in life. Get you incredible connections

When you'll finally get him alone, he busts. He yells at you and he realizes all his anger about his father out on you

Though, when he sees you cry, he quickly stops and he feels so bad

He didn't mean to make you cry. God he felt so bad

He quickly apologizes and this creates a friendship between you both

You can tell him any secret. He'll never tell a soul

You can depend on him for anything. You're the only thing his father likes about him

"Why can't you have Y/n's dedication? She wasn't even born into a Jewish family."

He complains to you about his father, and you're always open to listen to him

Though, he's scared of nearly everything, so you usually are the braver one in the relationship

You have to beg him to go anywhere with you, because he doesn't like being around people

He just sticks with you the entire time

Beverly Marsh

She was very confident when approaching you, but it was fake

She's the type of person to lean on some boxes and then they fall over

She loves brushing and playing with your hair

She thinks it [your hair] is so pretty

She'll hum to you while she brushes it/plays with it

She asked you out. She was very bold about it

She goes after what she wants and she wants you

She'll make sure the moment is perfect

You're alone and the night is beautiful [Though nothing like you]. The wind is blowing just right and the light from one of the post is shinning your face like a halo

If you ever get into a fight with her, she'll avoid you for days/weeks

She doesn't want to, but it's a tactic she knows will get you crawling back

Mike Hanlon

He puts your needs before his own

He's sweet and whenever you have a problem he's always there to listen

He's a smart kid and will always help you with your homework

And by help, I mean he'll do it for you

Hope you like band music, because that's his favorite type of music

He does have a tiny little issue where he lies to make you happy. He's scared of losing you and just wants to keep you close

He doesn't do it on purpose, it kind of just happens

When you find out, you're livid and he understands, but he doesn't apologize. He think he's doing the right thing

You can be mad at him, but you'll always get over it, because you can never be mad at him for long

He doesn't gaslight you on purpose, but he does do it sometimes

"So what, you don't love me anymore?"

"Of course I love you!"

"Well, you're sure not acting like it-"

Ben Hanscom

He's really insecure about himself and his weight, thankfully you make him not feel like he's a pig

In fact, you don't mention it all; It's not something you notice

You always pick up when he's sad and always do whatever it takes to cheer him up

You try and help him cope with it healthy

Though, as he gets older, he starts to work out and you go with him. You don't want him to feel like everyone's staring at him or something

Whenever he's feeling like people are judging or staring you'll always divert attention to yourself, whether it's wearing something crazy or just making yourself look different and wild, you're willing to have people judge you as long as he doesn't feel judged [Does that make sense?]

He never judges you. In fact, he thinks you're way to good for him

Everything you do for him just makes him realize you're to good for him

If you're ever insecure, he's surprised

"What? You're like the prettiest person in the world! " He's absolutely flabbergasted

Absolutely adores you and follows you like a puppy

Practically attached to your hip

Bro's a little dependent on you ngl

#it chapter 1 #bill denbrough x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #mike hanlon x reader #richie tozier x reader #stanley uris x reader #ben hanscom x reader #beverly marsh x reader #yandere bill denbrough #yandere eddie kaspbrak #yandere stanley uris #yandere richie tozier #yandere beverly marsh #yandere mike hanlon #yandere horror #yandere slasher

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: mention of one slur, (that is reclaimable don't come for me twitter), homophobia, death, etc

↳ song: american pie—don mclean

masterlist!

• Compared to the old giants that were London and Rome, Derry was an infant in terms of age

• But it didn't feel that way. The whole town had this sort of tint to it, like the stain of coffee on white paper—or the quality of an old polaroid that had been stuffed away and forgotten

• You had lived there most of your life. Gone to Derry Elementary, Derry Middle, would go on to attend Derry High, and would probably travel on to the closest college you could find to the area—unless something drastically changed that, of course

• It was almost like the whole place had a grip on its residents. And it wasn't like the comforting grip of your mother's hand as she led you through the grocery store. It was a harsher one. A cold and clamy grip, holding you tightly in place until you rotted away working a minimum wage job with no future in sight

• So thank god you had stumbled across the losers in your last year of middle school and changed just about everything

• It had been the last week of school when you had stupidly picked a fight with the biggest knothead in school and his gang of pimple faced idiots, figuring that if you were going to die anyway, might as well do it young

• Your school books had gone sprawling across the freshly waxed school hallway one fateful afternoon in May, the disaster courtesy of Derrys biggest doucuebag Henry Bowers

• In fact, you had told him he was such a thing to his face, which would be the reason you were currently being subjected to the pleasure of watching as Henry and his goons ripped up all of your school papers in front of everyone

• Math homework, eat your heart out

• You didn't, however, expect a stuttering voice to speak up from your left not long after watching the science paper you had worked so hard on get ripped to shreds

• "Guh-guh-guh-get fu-fucked Bowers!" A lanky kid spat out from your left, drawing most people's attention over to his blazing brown eyes instead of Henry's ugly mud colored ones

• You recognized your knight in shining armor, so to speak, as the infamous stuttering Bill Denbrough. He wasn't an unfamiliar face to you—in fact, you were pretty sure the two of you had homeroom together. But until that moment you'd never given him a second thought beyond asking to borrow a pencil

• Bill wasn't alone, either. Three more kids stood idly behind him, each one looking more anxious than the last. You'd later learn all their names to be Stan, Eddie, and Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier—the man of a hundered voices as he'd introduce himself. But right then, they were just more people to add to this already overcrowded shitshow

• "Muh-my buh-buh-bad Billy." Henry mocked Bill's stutter poorly, crossing his eyes crudely while he did it. "Duh-did I mess with one of yuh-your fag fruh-fruh-fruh-friends?"

• The shrill chorus of giggles that his friends let out at his words were like nails on a chalkboard to you

• "Takes one to know one." Richie had mummbled under his breath sourly, pushing the thick glasses he wore up his nose anxiously. The only people who heard him couldn't help but break up into a fit of sudden giggles—who of which just so happened to be you and Bill

• Both of you were found sporting black eyes the next day

• Ever since that odd school day, you had found yourself spending more and more time with each of them

• Riding bikes with Bill in his street as you got left in the dust by him and Silver, listening as Eddie rambled on nervously about all of the weird sicknesses he had gotten, furiously smashing buttons on arcade games in an attempt to beat Richie at least once, helping Stan organize all of his comics by color and alphabetical order—all became a part of your summer routine

• You quickly became a part of the losers club. Another peice to the odd puzzle you all made together. And you'd be lying if you didn't say it felt damn good

• It was only after Ben and the others showed up that things began to get both better and worse

• For starters, you had begun to see red balloons and dead kids everywhere—a detail that would later become a much bigger issue

• But you also found yourself making three entire new friends, which including Stan, Eddie, Richie and Bill, was the most you'd ever had

• Hot summer evenings down in the barrens and, eventually, the clubhouse now had a new sense of comradery to it

• You enjoyed talking with Beverly about certain book series the both of you kept up with and what songs she could play on the piano. Asking Mike about all the adventures he had gone on after hard days of farm work became a highlight of your Saturdays. Pouring over books in the library with Ben quickly became one of your favorite activities, the two of you sharing recommendations with each other. Even the librarian eventually got old of the two of you whispering excitedly to each other about story lines and character development

• Occasionally Bill or Richie would bring another kid down to the barrens to play with. It would be fun, but you all were thinking the same thing throught it all—that they were not a part of the club. That title was reserved for only the eight of you. And it would stay that way

• Together, all of you would eventually have to beat a common enemy together, sacrificing parts of yourself with it. But for now, you were content to watch as sticky syrup from popsicle sticks dripped down into your hands while you all walked to the movies, laughing about god knows what, feeling like nothing else in the world mattered but each other

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katztails · 1 year

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the one who

yandere!losers club

x reader x

yandere! bowers gang

caught our eyes

MASTERLIST

the bowers gang meets the newbie

the bowers gang’s new plaything

the deal

declaring war

stuck with this chaotic duo

the night after

kiss off

to be continued..

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bunnyhoney111 · 6 months

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i need someone else in the IT fandom to tell me exactly where these glorious, sexy, intimate, delectable, delicious and absolutely world changing smuts ive been rereading since summer have gone??? i just rewatched it and literally fell back in love with each and every character and the smuts are gone the moment i want to read them again, like they were amazing guys. there were poly!reddie x reader fics, poly!losers INCLUDING MIKE AND BEN fics and do you even know how hard it is to find mike and ben fics on here? HARD. there were god damned emo!eddie fics and they were so good so so so good. I DONT ONOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF, i have been scouring this app for an hour and cannot find them, i scrolled through every liked fic i have- NOTHING.

someone who knows what im talking about PLEASE help me before i lose my mind. kk love yins <3333333

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snivellusslunchbox · 2 years

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Loser’s club types

Losers club x reader (separate)

Warnings/Notes: Gender neutral reader, poc friendly, mentions of bullying, mentions to Georgie’s death

Requested: Yes/No

Let me know if you want a pet two with Beverly, Ben, Mike, and maybe Henry! I’m also accepting requests for it chapter 1 (2017).

Bill would prefer a carefree, understanding s/o, someone who would sit in silence holding him when he needed comfort. Someone who would help him know when to take breaks and to focus on himself sometimes. He would need someone to hold him close and reassure him it wasn’t his fault and comfort him when he’s missing Georgie.

As far as looks goes, I think he would prefer someone shorter than him— even if it’s just barely— he would love to have a sense of protection. He loves feeling like he needs to keep you safe and care for you (when he’s the one who needs to be cared for).

Richie would love an s/o who is gentle and responsible, he needs a figure in his life to talk him out of his stupid ideas and to remember to take care of himself. He would not only love, but benefit, from having an s/o who would let him sneak into their room through their window at night and cuddle close to them in bed when he needs refuge from the neglect at home. He would love feeling doted on and loved.

If you asked him what he wanted in an s/o, he would say smoking hot— probably having a large chest or a nice ass— but he truly couldn’t care less. No matter what you look like, he would adore you, he would think everything about you is perfect. I think he would like a taller s/o, he had a large growth spurt in high school and would love someone close to his height or taller.

Eddie would love a patient and caring s/o, someone who could calm his paranoid thoughts about germs or some overwhelming non-existent danger his mind conjured up. He would need someone to watch his body language closely when out to know when he was getting uncomfortable or nervous. He would need someone to be slow with him in affection, it took weeks after the confession for him to feel comfortable holding your hand— a month or two after that before he even considered letting you kiss his face.

Out of all the losers, I see him having the most preference, he would love someone smaller than him. He’s been bullied quite a lot by his friends and bullies about his size (particularly his height) and he’s very self conscious about it. He doesn’t like feeling fragile or weak, and he would love the feeling of caring for a smaller s/o, he would treat them like glass.

Stanley would be a firm believer in opposites attract and his taste in people proves it. He would thrive in a relationship with an s/o who is bubbly and outgoing, it would compliment his introverted and calm personality. He would appreciate and admire their ability to approach anybody and make new friends. He would also love if his s/o was fearless, someone who would stand up for him and his friends— he hates confrontation. Not that he wouldn’t stand up for you if needed.

Stan the Man would love it if his s/o had nice hair, he takes great care of his hair and would love it if his s/o cherished their hair too. He feels it looks gorgeous on them and would love to run his hands through it (or pat your head if your hair wasn’t straight/wavy) and help you care for it if you had a complex hair care routine. Other than that, he doesn’t have much preference.

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brain--drop · 1 year

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Could I request Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, and Eddie Kaspbrak [separatly] with a significant other who buys them gifts all the time, and just basically wastes all their money on them.

Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh and Eddie Kaspbrak with Gift Giving S/O

Richie:

The first time you give Richie a gift, he's pretty touched since he hardly gets anything out of the blue from someone other than his parents so he cherishes the first gift which was another Hawaiian shirt to add to his collection

The next couple times you give him more gifts, he gets pretty confused but still appreciates it. It takes you giving him about 10+ gifts in a month that he questions you about it, making a joke on how much in debt you're probably in

After you explain to him that you just love seeing him happy over the thoughtful presents (and that you are actually okay on money), he shakes his head and laughs at you thoughtfully

"Christ, looks like I'm gonna have to put that wallet of yours behind bars! At least give me a chance to return the favor!"

Beverly:

When Beverly sees the necklace that was hidden in its small gift box, she immediately tries to hand it back to you saying that she can't accept it, but you reassure her that you want her to keep it and put it on her before she can decline the gift again

She doesn't say it, but the more gifts you give her, the more flustered she gets from the pampered affection. In fact, she can't find the heart to tell you to slow down on them

Really, it gets to the point of her not finding much room to keep the gifts in that she gets you to slow down and even starts giving gifts back to you the further you are in your relationship

"Damn, you beat me to it! I also had a gift for you! Let me go get it then we can rock, paper, scissors on who opens theirs first, okay?"

Eddie:

With the first ever gift you give him, he looks at it with genuine but gleeful shock since wow, you really though of him enough to gift him something which was a nice little keychain that he could attach to his backpack or fanny pack

Each time you give him a gift from then on, the shock doesn't go away and the smile on his face shows you each time that he appreciates it, but he does get a bit concerned on the amount of gifts you throw his way after a while

When he asks you why you give him endless presents and hears your reply that you just like seeing him happy, he laughs and playfully rolls his eyes at you

"You bet that I'm gonna start giving you gifts back because I'll start feeling spoiled! ...By the way, we should really get a bookshelf for these gifts, I think I'm running out of space."

#the losers club #the losers club headcanons #the losers x reader #richie tozier #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier x reader #beverly marsh x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader

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mrs-eddie-k · 1 year

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You what? // Eddie Kaspbrak x F!Uris!Reader

Summary: Eddie (aged up to 16) falls for Stan's sister, which pisses the overprotective Stan clearly off!

Warnings: Language, fluff, insults Rating: PG-13

A/N: This is just a little throw together - just fluff - of scenarios that could happen if Stan's twin sister is starting to date Eddie. It's for all the Eddie lovers out there. PS: I will probably use some of this in my big fanfic as flashbacks ;) PPS: I really dove into some of my teenage memories for this - huh, this was a long time ago ;) PPPS: I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any spelling errors ;)

"Wow, Eddie, did you finally get some?" Richie snorts, pointing at Eddie's neck.

"What are you talking about, you dickhead?" Eddie whines and pushes his friend off him, who comes closer and inspects his neck.

"What am I talking about? That fucking big hickey on your neck, Eddie Spaghetti!"

"Wait, what?!" he exclaims and touches his neck. He panics and tries to rub it off. His mother will have a heart attack if she sees this.

"That's not how this works, Eds," Richie laughs. "Who was the lucky lady? Or was it a guy?"

"Shut the fuck up, Tozier! That's none of your business."

Now the two have the attention of the others as well. Bill, Stan, and Mike turn to them, and Stan scoffs about his hickey.

"Nice one, Eddie. Come on, tell us. Who was it?" Stan now asks, making Eddie blush. He doesn't want Stan to know that it was, in fact you, his sister.

"No one, and now leave me alone," Eddie grumbles.

"C-c-come on, E-e-Eds. Tell us", now Bill intervenes.

"You don't know her, okay? She's not in our grade." Eddie puts up the collar of his polo and tries to hide it so that the others finally back off.

The Uris family sat at their table, eating dinner. Stan, as always, sat on your right and shoveled the stew into his mouth, which your mother had made.

"So, how did studying with Eddie go today, Y/N?" your mother speaks up, and you look up.

It's still strange for Stan that you are hanging out with one of his best friends, but it's for school.

"It was good, actually. We - we discovered something new today", you tell your mother, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

Stan's gaze almost immediately rushes to your neck, where he can clearly see a hickey. Just like the one Eddie had. He stares at you as he puts one plus one together and clenches his fist. You look up and into your brother's eyes.

"What are you looking at, moron?" you ask, and Stan still stares at your hickey.

"Y/N, don't call your brother a moron," your dad intervenes, not even looking up from his newspaper.

Stan looks up into your eyes and then back to your neck. You understand quickly, pulling your hair in front of it and averting his gaze.

The following day Stan is still pissed. As he walks up to the school, he tightens his fingers around the straps of his backpack. When he spots Eddie, who is standing there with Ben, Bill, and Richie, he walks straight up to him, throws his bag to the ground, and then pushes Eddie back hard, throwing him on the floor. Of course, the others intervene asap and hold Stan back.

"You fucking bastard!" he yells, and Eddie looks at him irritated, as he looks up at Stan on the ground.

"What is your fucking problem, Stan?" Eddie asks in disbelief.

"Fucking hell, Stan. Not cool", Richie says now, taking his best friend's side and pulling him to his feet.

"I fucking know what you did, Kaspbrak! I know it! She's my fucking sister!" Stan now yells, glaring at Eddie, who just now realizes what Stan is talking about. His feeling gets terrible.

"Stan, I - I can explain..." Eddie stutters.

"Are you for real? You're doing my sister? My baby sister? Out of all people!!" He yells, and Eddie flinches.

"Well... Actually, she's the same age as you, Stan", Eddie tries to convince his friend.

You are, in fact, his twin sister. You are a year younger than Eddie and Stan's other friends and are quite popular. Eddie thinks you have the most beautiful Y/E/C eyes he has ever seen. You never belonged to the losers club and were lucky enough never to have any encounter with Pennywise. Yet.

The other losers only saw you when they were at Stan's house, and Eddie was smitten with you from the beginning. Of course, he would never admit that to the others, or, so help him god, to Stan.

Stan was always overprotective of you and never let anyone get near you. When Richie commented about you getting titties or a "smashing body," he would freak and put him in his place. One could do anything but never joke about his sister.

You joined an advanced history class when you got older and met Eddie. You got along well from the beginning. When you needed to do an assignment together, you often visited his house, or he was at your place.

As the usual "Teenage love story" you studied together, one thing led to another... You found yourselves on your bed, making out.

Flashback

"Holy fucking shit," Eddie murmured as he placed his lips on yours again. He lies on top of you, and his hands roam over your body.

"You okay?" you ask, and he smiles against your lips.

"More than okay."

You two teenagers continue to make out. Then you turn yourselves around and sit on Eddie, taking off your shirt. Eddies eyes grow big as he stares at your bra and your boobs.

"Holy fuck!" he curses, and you have to laugh.

"You are cute, Eddie. You act as if you've never seen a girl in a bra before" you laugh, and he blushes.

You don't know that he never has. He doesn't want you to find out, so he pulls you down and kisses you again. You start kissing down his neck and then suck on it.

It's a natural sensation for Eddie. And then it happens. He feels it between his legs, how the blood is being pumped there.

'Oh god, no! Why does this have to happen now?!' Eddie thinks, and he sincerely hopes that you don't notice.

You push yourself up from him and then look at him quite amused, which makes Eddie blush. His breathing quickens, and he gets nervous. You smile at him and then stroke your hand over his chest to his waistband. You softly rub your fingers inside the waistband, but Eddie stops you.

"Please... don't", he gasps, looking you in the eyes. He is nervous that you think he is a loser, a prude, or something. Or that you will laugh at him for being a virgin.

A soft smile appears on you lips.

"You’re all good, Eddie," you say. "We are only doing what you are comfortable with, I promise. No need to be embarrassed about it."

Eddie looks at you in surprise. He never thought of you reacting the way you just did. When he sees you in school, you always seem so cool and intimating, if Eddie has to be honest, despite you being younger than him. But right here, right now, you seem... Just so sweet, understanding, and gentle.

A flow of adrenalin pumps through Eddie's veins, and he can feel the butterflies starting in his stomach. Fuck, did he just fall for his best friend's sister?

You lean down to kiss him again. "And if you wanna stop this," you say. "Just say the word."

Eddie shakes his head quickly. "N-no," he stutters. "I actually really, really like this."

"Me too, Eddie. Me too."

Flashback end

Richie laughs out loud. "Hah, are you for real Eddie? You fucked Stan's sister?"

"No! I didn't - fuck her! We just... made out a little", Eddie tries to justify himself.

"That doesn't fucking matter! You stay away from her!!" Stan yells, but just then, you step up to them.

"What the fuck is going on here?" you want to know from your brother, which you just saw pushing Eddie back.

"You tell me, Y/N! You're the one screwing one of my best friends!" Stan says, still angry.

Now you sigh, annoyed, and rub your forehead. "Are you fucking serious? You're making a scene because I made out with Eddie? So the fuck what when we did?"

Now Stan looks startled at you. He didn't expect that kind of reaction. "But you-"

"But I what, Stan? I'm 15. That's what normal teenagers do when they are "studying." Don't you get that? No wonder you are in this so-called Loser Club. Just grow up, okay?" you throw at his head. You words kind of sting inside Eddie, too, cause you literally just called them all losers.

"But why him? Why couldn't you just - I don't know - take one of your cool kids or something?" Stan now adds.

Again you sigh, annoyed. "Cause, maybe, if it goes into your tiny brain, I think Eddie is cute."

"You do?" Eddie now asks, surprised.

You turn around to him and smile. "I do, Eddie. I quite enjoy our little study dates, to be honest", you say, and Stan gags.

"You two are just gross!"

"Shut up, Stanley!" you spit at your brother. You turn around, winking at Eddie. "See ya, Eds."

The following few "study" dates between you and Eddie are mostly the same as before. You start studying a little, and then you end up making out with each other. Eddie knows by then that he has fallen hard for you, but he still doesn't know if it's just a game for you or if you feel the same. So this time, he gathers all his courage.

"Y/N?" he asks as you lie on your bed after a wild make-out session.

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering if you..." he starts, turning his head toward you and then clearing his throat. "Um, I was wondering if you, maybe, would like to, um, go on a date, maybe? I mean, on a real date."

You sit up and look at him, surprised. "Eddie? Are you really asking me out?" you ask, and Eddie gets nervous.

"Well, um, m-maybe I do. If you're up for it, of course!"

You smile at him. "Gosh, Stan will freak," you say, bending down to Eddie and pecking his lips. "I'd love to."

"Seriously? Holy fuck!" he exclaims, and his eyes start to glimmer.

"Why are you always so surprised at everything, Eddie?" you ask, amused. "I really like you. Do you think I would make out with you if I wouldn't?"

"I don't know," Eddie says, shrugging.

You sigh and lie down on your bed again. "I know what you might think of me, Eddie. I know what they've been saying about us."

Eddie pops himself up on his elbow. "You have no idea what I think of you, Y/N Uris. Those things they say about you - I think it's just what it is - rumors." He bent down and kisses you again. "And I really like you, too, by the way."

"Just one thing first... I want to talk to Stan about it, if that's okay with you, " you say, and Eddie sighs.

"I would've done that myself, but honestly - he freaks me out!"

That evening you knock on Stan's door.

"What you want?" you hear him say as you open the door slowly.

"Stan? Can I talk to you for a sec?" you ask, and Stan looks up from his comic.

He then sighs and continues reading it. "What's up?" He is still pissed at you for fooling around with his friend.

You close the door behind your back. "It's about Eddie..."

Now you have his attention. He looks back up at you and closes his comic. He angrily bites his lip as he glares at you. "What about him?"

You nervously knead your fingers. "Well... I - I think I'm kinda falling for him, Stanny."

Stan's eyebrows shoot up. "You fucking what?"

You huff and then sit down next to your twin on his bed. "I don't know. It's just... The time I spent with him as of now was really - great. He's a great guy, and he's funny and cute, and he is really good at-"

"Wow, stop! I don't wanna hear this!"

"I was going to say at making me laugh, but okay." Ypou roll her eyes. "He asked me out, you know."

"He did what?" Stan says and shoots up.

"Calm the fuck down, you moron. It's not like he asked me to marry him! It's just a date. But I told him that I wanted to talk to you first. I want you to be okay with it."

"Dad told you not to call me that," Stan mumbles. "But no! Just no, Y/N. Not Eddie. Not one of my best friends. Please!"

You frown. "But, I really like him, Stan. And he likes me, he told me. We wanna try it."

"And what if it backfires, huh? What if you two don't work out, and my friendship with Eddie is ruined because of you? I don't want that. I really don't, Y/N!"

"But... If we don't try... We will be unhappy. Do you want that for us?"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. You're fucking teenagers! You'll get over it."

You let your head hang and sigh sadly. "You know... I really thought you wanted me to be happy", you say, standing up slowly.

"Y/N -"

"No, I get it, Stan." You walk to the door and open it. Before you step out of his room, you look back at your twin. "I will go on that date, you know. I just would go with a better feeling, you being okay with it. But if it has to be like that, it will."

For a month now, Eddie and you have been dating. But also, for a month now, Stan hasn't talked much to Eddie or you, which was quite hard. But Stan wanted to make his point clear. If his sister and best friend started dating, he doesn't want to be part of it even though he starts to regret it lately. As it seems, you and Eddie go perfectly with each other. Stan always sees the heart eyes Eddie is giving you across the schoolyard and how you always blush and send him a little kiss back.

So Stan made a decision. In recess, he walks over to the little wall, where you sit with Eddie's head in your lap. You two look so happy and are laughing about something when Stan clears his throat next to you.

Eddie shoots up and looks at him. "Stan!" he says nervously.

"Hey guys", Stan says, pressing his lips together and scratching his head. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Eddie and you exchange a look when you nod.

"Sure", you say, crossing your arms.

"Well, I uh, I wanted to apologize to you guys for-" Stan stops when he realizes his other friends are standing behind him. He quickly looks around and continues then. "I wanted to apologize for being an idiot. I can see now that you two are happy together, and - well - who am I to stand in the way of it."

Eddie and you are both looking at Stan. Then you stand up slowly.

"You mean it?", you ask, and Stan is looking at you and then at Eddie again when he nods.

You take your brother in your arms. "Thank you, Stan. This means so much!" Then you turn back around to Eddie and kiss him.

"Okay, but just - don't do this in front of me!"

Hand in hand, Eddie and you walk through Derry. It's been a year now since the two of you got together. Your relationship couldn't have been any better. Even Eddies mother accepted you, even though it took a long time for Mrs. Kaspbrak to accept the fact that her Eddiebear has a girlfriend now.

As you pass the pharmacy, Greta Keene and her posse are just leaving it. You can feel Eddie's hand tighten.

"Hey Y/N... Are you seriously still dating this hypochondriac little psycho?" she yells after you, making her posse laugh, and you turn around. You sigh and look Greta in the eyes.

"Y/N, you don't need to-" Eddie tries to stop you, but you just shake her head.

"No, Eddie. She can't talk to you like that."

"What? Is little Kaspbrak not man enough to stand up for himself?" Greta scoffs.

"You know what, G? Why don't you just shut the fuck up, huh? Why do you even care if I'm dating him or not?" you ask and put your chin up.

"Who said I did? I was just wondering, did you already man up this virgin, or has his mommy something against it?"

You let go of Eddie's hand and walk up to Greta. You are much smaller than Greta, but you don't care.

"You're one to talk, Greta. Spreading the rumors that you are easy to have yourself, despite being a virgin yourself! Well, I would rather be a known virgin than be one and be called a whore! But then, I mean, who would really wanna fuck you?"

Eddie can see that your speech is everything but pleasant for Greta. Her face turns red, and she clenches her fists.

"That's not true!" she tries to tell her posse, who is mumbling now. Then she turns back to you. "You little slut!" she creams and pushes you back hard, so you fall to the ground and crash with your face to the concrete.

You immediately sit up and Eddie can see that you're bleeding.

"Y/N!" he screams and kneels to you. "Are you okay?"

Greta and her posse are just laughing, making Eddie look at her with the nastiest look he has.

"You are a fucking asshole, Greta!" he hisses. "Just pathetic and - and you are a loser!"

Greta now glares at Eddie and grabs him by the collar.

"You little maggot -" she starts, but at that moment, Mr. Keene, her father, stretches out his head.

"Greta!" he yells, and she lets go of Eddie. "Leave my best customer alone!"

"You're one lucky guy, Kaspbrak! Next time you won't be!"

As Greta and her posse leave, Eddie brings his attention back to you. He rummages in his fanny pack for his disinfectant spray and gauze.

"Shit, Y/N! That looks bad. Do you know how many bacteria there are on the floor? Holy fuck!"

He starts to wipe the blood away. You just look at him, smiling.

"What?" he asks.

"There is the boy I love."

Eddie smiles and pecks your nose before finishing your wound and helping you onto your feet.

"You are lucky to have me, or you would probably die of a-"

"Let me guess... a staph infection?" you laugh, making Eddie laugh too.

"Exactly." He takes your face in his. "I love you so fucking much, Y/N. Thank you for letting me be with you."

"I love you too, my hypochondriac sweetheart. Until the end", you whisper back as you kiss passionately.

#IT Fandom #Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader #Eddie Kaspbrak #Jack Dylan Grazer #IT Chapter 1 #IT Fanfic #Eddie Kaspbrak x female reader #Eddie Kaspbrak x F!Reader #Fluff Eddie Kaspbrak #IT #IT Oneshot #Eddie Kaspbrak Fanfic

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notti-stellate · 10 months

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Who I write for

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Sam Winchester (platonic)

Dean Winchester (platonic)

Paxton H-Y

Ethan Morales

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Jacob Black

Carlisle Cullen (Platonic)

Eddie Munson

Mike Wheeler

Eddie Kaspbrak

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #eddie munson x reader #jj maybank x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x you #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #jj x reader #eddie kaspbrak smut #eddie kaspbrak x reader #mike wheeler x reader #jasper hale x reader #ethan morales x reader #paxton hall yoshida x reader #jacob black x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

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bagerfluff · 4 months

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Cuddles

Eddie Kaspbrak x Male Reader

Prompt - “I demand cuddles”

Eddie pouted as he watched Y/n read a book on his bed. Y/n was leaning against the headboard as he read a book Stan had recommended to him. Completely ignoring Eddie. And Eddie was not happy about that. Eddie hadn’t been able to hang out with Y/n at all at school. So when school was over he had asked Y/n if he wanted to hang out.

When Y/n said yes Eddie was thrilled. Now he wasn’t. Y/n was ignoring him. So Eddie sat in front of Y/n crisscross with his arms crossed over his chest. Pouting. Y/n could feel Eddie staring at him so he lowered his book and looked at his boyfriend. “You okay Eds?” Y/n questioned. Eddie just huffed and turned his head so Y/n could only see one side of his face.

Y/n put his book down as he moved across the bed to sit in front of Eddie. “You okay?” Y/n asked as he looked at Eddie. Eddie just huffed and pouted. Yln let out a little laugh as he realized why Eddie was doing this. “Come one” Y/n started “I’m sorry”. Eddie normally acts like this when he’s mad at Y/n.

Never telling Y/n he’s mad but showing. “Don’t make me do it” Y/n said with a sly smile. But Eddie didn’t do or say anything. “Fine, your choice” Y/n stated as he reached his hands up to start tickling Eddie. Eddie then fell into a fit of laughter as he tried to push Y/n off. But Y/n was stronger then Eddie so he was able to push Eddie down and get on top of him.

“S-stop!” Eddie yelled as he laughed. “Only if you tell me you love me!” Y/n laughed back, still tickling Eddie. “I love you!” Eddie yelled and the second he did Y/n stopped tickling him, but was still on top of him. “Now” Y/n said as he got up off Eddie and pulled him up so they could sit face to face. “Why are you sad?” Y/n asked, now serious. Eddie’s smile quickly left as he looked down at his lap. “You weren’t paying attention to me”

Eddie looked up at Y/n’s face. “Sorry” Y/n said as he grabbed Eddie’s hand. “I know we didn’t hang out at school and I promise to pay more attention to you in the future” Y/n stated and sealed it with a kiss. Eddie pulled away from the kiss to say “I demand cuddles” with his arms over his chest. Pouting. “So that’s what this is about” Y/n laughed as he pulled Eddie forward onto his chest. Y/n leaned back so he was laying on his bed. Eddie was laying on top of Y/n, Eddie head on Y/n’s chest.

Eddie got sleepy as he listened to Y/n’s heartbeat and soon fell asleep. Y/n smiled down at his boyfriend as he placed a kiss on his head and closed his eyes. Both boys had the best sleep of their lives that night.

#lgbtq #it 2017 #eddie kaspbrak x reader #eddie kaspbrak imagine #eddie kaspbrak #male reader #male reader imagines #it x reader #it 2017 x male reader #eddie kaspbrak x male reader

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strangestdrabbles · 2 years

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Chaotic Dads

A/N: so i had this all written last night and then lost half of it so i had to rewrite it but that’s okay because it was so fun to write. i had an amazing time with this imagine and i hope that it is as much fun to read as it was for me to write :-) also also this is the longest imagine i’ve written so i’m proud of that :-)

Pairing: Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak) x Daughter!Reader

If there was only one word that Y/N had to describe living with her dad’s Richie and Eddie, it would be chaotic.

Only on the night Y/N got back from her study group, walking through the doors of her home, there was no chaotic shouting and laughing, no Eddie admonishing Richie for another poor attempt at a British accent. It was silence and hushed whispers, more stressed on Eddie’s side while there was more silence on Richie’s.

“I can’t believe MIke called us. What does he think we’re going to do? Go back to Derry?”

Richie ran a hand through his hair, both men not noticing Y/N walk into the room and stand in the doorway.

“God I feel fucking nauseous.”

“Dad, are you okay?”

Eddie turned his head first, looking at Y/N like a deer caught in headlights, Richie slowly turning his head after; looking a little gray faced.

“O-Oh yeah I’m good kid.”

Y/N nodded slowly, looking skeptical but deciding against saying anything.

“Well is everything okay?”

Eddie started to ring his hands before running his hands over his face.

“U-Um yeah it’s good.”

Y/N nodded before looking around.

“So…”

Both men looked at her confused because of the coy way she had her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels.

“So?”

“Where is Derry and why does it have you both stressed?”

The couple looked at each other, fear slowly seeping through their bloodstream.

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Y/N sat in the back seat as Richie drove, Eddie sitting in the passenger seat, the spectacle clad man gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white while passing the sign that read ‘Welcome To Derry’.

The sound of the radio created a soft hum as the wind whipped through the ajar windows, providing a soft sliver of fresh air to combat the suffocating interior of the car.

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked, taking her headphones out and pausing her music, taking in how Eddie and Richie looked at each other.

“T-To um meet up with some old friends.” Eddie whispered, feeling a ball well up in his throat that was about to bring on hyperventilation but then he felt fingers intertwine with his; Richie smiling while he kept his eyes on the road.

“I didn’t know you two had friends.”

Richie laughed properly for the first time since he got the call from Mike, feeling some of the fear alleviating from his chest.

“Ha ha that’s very funny Y/N.” Eddie spoke, his voice deadpan but the humor was evident.

“Also why are we in Derry? I didn’t even know this place existed.”

Richie cleared his throat, uncomfortable memories coming back of Henry calling his homophobic slurs and the sadness of pushing down who he truly was washed over his in staggers.

“Well you see mah dear, Derry is the bees knees.”

Richie’s accent couldn’t be placed and it made Y/N roll her eyes but a smile couldn’t be held back.

“Beep beep Richie.”

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Richie pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and after turning off the car just sat there with Eddie, both looking at each other with a fear that was palpable, Y/N feeling it fill the car and wash over her.

“Dads? Are we all good to go in?”

The sound of their daughter’s voice brought them out of their shared terrified memories, turning in unison to face Y/N before Richie smiled and nodded.

“Let’s get in there.”

“Your New York accent is terrible dad.”

Eddie laughed as Richie rolled his eyes playfully.

“I thought I was getting better.”

Y/N laughed while getting out of the car, Richie and Eddie following shortly after and there was a moment of calm before Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand for stability; Y/N pulling her jumper closer around her as the night air seemed colder.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Eddie asked, his hand coming to grip Richie’s shirt to ground himself.

Before Richie could push down the fear to be able to answer, Y/N spoke up from across the parking lot in a tone of faux annoyance.

“Are you two coming or what?”

The pair look at each other, sharing a look and a still moment before turning to look at Y/N, both of them nodding and starting to walk over.

“I don’t know why we agreed to do this?”

Eddie’s rhetorical question came out as a whisper as the trio walked through the door, Y/N going first and heading straight to a small fish tank. The sound of excited conversation and constantly moving cutlery eased the older men’s minds for a moment, focusing hard to not fall into the fear that was clinging at their peripherals; Eddie was shocked that Richie hadn’t tried to fill the silence between the two with unfunny quips and awkward humor.

Eddie stepped forward then and wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist, wanting to hold him and do his best to ground the spectacle clad man. It seems to work as Richie pressed a soft and loving kiss to the crown of the shorter man’s head.

“Whatcha lookin at ova there?”

Y/N turned around and put her hands in her pockets, tilting her head and one of her dads and smiled.

“I was just checkin’ out dem fishes pops.”

Richie laughed at the attempted New York accent, the low rumble in his chest comforting Eddie immensely.

“You really have to work on that accent darling.”

Y/N laughed while rolling her eyes.

“I would’ve said it’s better than yours if I’m honest.”

Before Richie could retort, a hostess came over to them and asked how she could help.

“We’re here to see Mike Hanlon.”

Eddie followed beside the hostess, Richie and Y/N walking a little ways behind so he could list off what he couldn’t eat to the hostess; the other two tuning out what they had heard countless times before.

“- gluten and if I eat cashews I could realistically die…”

Eddie’s voice trailed off as he made eye contact with Mike first and then Bill, a rush of memories hitting him like a train; not noticing that Richie and Y/N were right behind him.

“Holy shit.”

Mike was the first one to one to step forward and greet the trio, first Eddie and then Richie, giving the men a hug each and lingering with his hands on their biceps, one after the other, and just taking in the fact that they were in front of him. Shortly after Bill followed suite and gave each man a handshake.

“I’m so glad you both came.”

The men nodded and were about the speak but then Y/N’s voice cut through.

“Oh my god.”

All the attention was on her as she stepped forward towards Bill, her eyes wide and starstruck. The man in question looked confused for a moment, taken aback by the reaction of the young girl and how excited she was to even be in the same room as him.

“You’re Bill Denbrough.”

“I am and who are you?”

Y/N forgot how to speak for a moment, not believing that her favourite author was speaking to her.

“I’m Y/N, the kid of those losers.”

Y/N motioned to Eddie and Richie lazily with her thumb, smiling when Bill laughed and nodded, both not noticing the mock offended look on the taller man.

“Oi you take that back.”

Y/N turned to look at him and stuck out her tongue before turning back to Bill.

“It’s amazing to meet you. Your books are some of my favourites. I especially love the endings because you have a way of making them feel so real and raw, even if they might not always be what is expected.”

Bill felt a swell of happiness in his chest at hearing that his endings had been enjoyed, only hearing that they weren’t good by so many people, even if they felt like the best direction to him.

“What’s one of your favourites?”

It took a moment for Y/N to think but then it came to her.

“The book about the man with a hook for a hand. It was insane. It took me three days to read the last chapter because I didn’t want it to end.”

“That was one of my favourites to write. The ending of that book was my favourites.”

“It was my favourite too. I felt like I was there with the main character. It was so good.”

Bill smiled and thanked Y/N, watching as they got the copy of the book out of their bag along with a pen and shyly asked if he could sign it.

“It would mean the world if you could.”

Bill took the items from Y/N carefully, opening the book to the title page on the table before writing a sweet message and then signing underneath; handing it back and watching as Y/N read the note.

The pair continued to talk a little ways away as Mike, Richie and Eddie spoke quietly.

“Thank you both for coming. I knew you both would.”

Eddie didn’t want to say anything about the fact that he had really considered not going and it was thanks to Richie that he hadn’t balantently refused or jumped out of the car while it was on the road. He didn’t think Mike would want to hear about that. “Oh yeah, of course Mike. We wouldn’t miss coming back to kill the clown that made our lives hell as kids for anything.”

Mike didn’t react to the sarcasm or the uncomfortable looks on the pair’s faces, instead starting to ramble about how grateful he was and how excited he was to see the others; no one mentioning Stan. Before anything else could be said however, Beverley’s voice was heard.

“Is that you Trashmouth?”

Everyone turned at the sound, Bev standing there looking as beautiful as always while Ben stook behind, looking bashful and flustered, his crush on Bev hitting him full force after all these years.

“That’s Mr Trashmouth to you mah dear.”

Bev laughed at the accent, memories of Richie’s nonsense filling her mind.

“You know you haven’t gotten any better at the accents Tozier. I would have thought time would help.”

Richie laughed and the soft rumble of his chest comforted Eddie, grounding him and filling his chest and heart with a feeling of overwhelming love and adoration.

“So drinks?”

“After the drive I just had, yes please.”

The group got situated around the table then, Y/N sitting between Bill and Richie, laughing as her dads began to bicker and the waitress come in the take orders. THe atmosphere was like coming home, friends reuniting and picking up right where they left off, even if the elephant in the room was waiting for them to talk about it.

“Oh Bev, Ben, this is our daughter Y/N.”

Beverley was the first to introduce herself, Ben after, the red head making conversation and helping the girl to feel comfortable and welcome. It didn’t take long for the group to share stories with her about what her dads were like as kids, Y/N laughing harder than she had in a while at Richie and Eddie’s antics and how similar they were then to how they were now.

It was then that the drinks came, alcohol for everyone else and a coke for Y/N.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

Mike said, raising his glass, the rest of the group, including Y/N (even if she had really no clue).

Everyone repeated the sentiment before clinking their glasses together.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

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billdenbroughsgirl · 3 months

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hi, can i request an eddie and richie hc with a reader who has a lot of freckles (i have freckles literally everywhere i hate them sm😭), please? thank you<3

-🩰 anon

i looooove freckles. as someone w/o them, i've wished for them like sm! anon youre beautiful im so fr. 🩰 anon pullin through w the hcs!!!! <3

♡ SKIN STARS !! eddie & richie w freckled!reader

♡ EDDIE KASPBRAK

i've always thought eddie would doodle on his s/o's skin :)

especially if you have freckles!! he'd draw lil flowers, using your freckles as the dots in the center or petalsss

(if you're adults now) tells you how it reminds him of his cast, in the summer of '89

"this girl at school, i saw her when i was picking up my medicine... she wrote 'loser' on it. my friends crossed out the 's' with a 'v,' this is kinda like that :)"

if you tell him you don't like them, he'll kiss them

little pecks on your shoulders, cheeks, thighs, knees, eve!! ry!! where!!

(i love space, keep that in mind for this one) if you're at a planetarium date/stargazing, he'll trace the constellations on your freckles!!!

"you're my galaxy" with his cutie patootie smileee

♡ RICHIE TOZIER

taps on them (lightly) while making silly noises, like a tune :)

"fuckin' awesome," he grins at you. if you slap him (playfully), he'll whine "aye, i mean it!"

draws curves under pairs of them, so they're lil smileys

makes you close your eyes while he does this, then you try to find them!!

calls them polka dots n sprinkles

after you've been dating (or friends) for a while, if he's anxious or worried he'll subconsciously trace them with his index finger (awwww!)

that rly!! helps him calm down

this boy is very grateful :)

#it 2017 x reader #it x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier fluff #eddie kaspbrak fluff #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #🩰 anon

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reareaotaku · 7 months

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Fear and Anxiety

Summary: Eddie is annoyed when you get sick/hurt. Characters: Yandere! Aged Up! Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Tw: Injured/Sick Reader, Care-Taker Eddie, Controlling Eddie

"Richie- Slow down!"

It seemed he didn't hear you, because he pushed you down the hill in the worn out tire as you screamed for help. What neither of you expected was for you to run into a rock and for you to come flying out.

Richie gasps and quickly runs down the hill. "Shit. Shit. Shit! Eddie is going to kill me."

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"God, I don't feel so good," You cover your mouth, feeling your head spin. You bent down, covering your mouth, holding down the vomit. You looked down at the pale water as it spun in the toilet.

"I don't know what wrong with you two."

You groaned, not looking up at the man standing over you, holding your hair. "Oh, we were just having fun-"

"And look where you are now." He interrupts you and you look back at him, with blurred vision.

"It's no big-" You then puked into the toilet, before finally standing up, though you quickly catch yourself on the vanity.

Eddie flushes the toilet, grabbing you, and leading you to your room. He sits you down softly, before sitting on the edge of the bed. "So, are you going to tell me what happened?" He sounded like a dad scolding you.

You groaned heavier, turning away from him, "You're just going to scold me."

"Of course, I am! You're sick from smoking and eating to much," He then grabs your hand to show a nasty bruise, "And who knows how you got it."

You chuckle, "You should see my leg." For some reason, you must have been high or something, because you lifted up your pants to show Eddie a huge purplish-yellow bruise that was the sign of your hand. You should have just kept your big mouth shut, because Eddie lost his mind.

"What the hell happened to your leg!" He grabbed your ankle and pulled you closer to him, "God, does it hurt-" He facepalms, "Of course it hurts. I'm getting an ice pack," He then looks towards your pillows, before grabbing two besides you and putting the under your lower thigh. "I'll be right back."

You close your eyes, moaning to yourself. It was a blur what was going on and you weren't really aware of what was happening. Though, you did feel something cold touch your bruised area causing you to wince. He apologized, but put it back on, hoping to bring down the swelling.

"I told Richie to be careful with you. He always does this. You always end up hurt. What did the two of you even do?" He grabs some bandages from his bag, then takes off the ice bag, before wrapping up the bruise. Eddie could feel his blood boil as he thought about it. Richie is spontaneous and reckless and you're impressionable, making it easier for you both to do stupid things.

"It's fine. God, you should of been there-"

"Yeah, I would have stopped the two of you."

You roll your eyes, while shaking your head. "Boo! You're no fun, Eddie," You sit up, tilting your head, causing him to grab your cheeks and set you back down.

"You need to lay down, Y/n."

"No, I'm fine-"

You slumped down, almost hitting your head, but luckily Eddie caught you. "Oh, yeah you're so fine. But not the fine you're think of. You're not leaving this bed until you're healed."

"It's no big deal. It's just a few bruises-"

"And you were puking."

"From eating to much."

"Which wouldn't have happened if I was there."

"You're such a mother hen, Eddie. You're lucky I love you."

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, "Yeah, I'm the lucky one." He sighs, "I wonder how you've lived this long without me."

"Ahh, I've been doing just fine."

"Sure, babe," He remarks, shaking his head. "Says the one with bruises to the guy that's perfectly bruise-less."

"Because you don't do anything fun," You joke as Eddie massages your leg. You leaned on your pillow, sighing. Your eyes begin to close as you slowly fade into sleep.

"I'd rather you be safe and bored than in danger and having fun."

#eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak x reader #yandere x reader #sick reader #yandere eddie #yandere eddie kaspbrak x reader #it x reader #yandere it x reader #yandere eddie x reader

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walmarttrashbag · 6 months

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Yandere Reddie Headcanons

Reddie x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

Hopefully, other people will make requests because I'm a bit stale on Yandere. I just need a while of new requests before I want to do Yandere again.

You met Richie and Eddie in the forest where you saw some kind of rundown house thing.

You were charmed by both of them... They were charmed by you.

The poly relationship began. Kisses galore for you! You're so in love and steal some clothes from both.

Then, it happened. Your neighborhood bully caught Richie and Eddie cuddling you, and began to tease you about it.

Richie and Eddie were shocked and angry. The two got up and tackled the bully and brutally beat him to death.

You were shocked as the boys rose covered in blood with evil venom in their eyes. You were terrified of them, but they reassured you that next time, you can make the decision to let them kill or not.

You felt better after some kisses... And you didn't let them kill until they got to Henry. You definitely let them kill Henry.

One day you'll marry the two!

#finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x you #jack dylan grazer #jack dylan grazer x reader #eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak x reader #eddie kaspbrak x richie tozier #richie tozier x you #richie trashmouth #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier #Reddie #losers club

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katztails · 1 year

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kiss off

this is kinda heated, but your clothes stay on 🧑‍🦲

soft dom bev & soft dom henry

as the club ran, bowers and his goons were gaining up on them. as they got closer, (name) heard less footsteps shuffling behind them. they turned around as they ran, some of the losers were staying behind to make sure bowers and the others wouldn’t catch up to them. beverly had grabbed their hand as she caught up with them.

“the boys’re staying behind, but i’m not confident in some of their abilities to fight.” the redhead said, looking back. “i’ll get you somewhere else, then i’ll be back for them.”

“b-bev, it’s okay. i-i can fend for myself.” (name) said, trying to keep up. “i’ll go back, they’ll hurt you guys if i don’t.”

“no, you can’t do that.” she said, she looked back, bowers was coming straight their way. “oh, fuck..”

beverly stopped running, suddenly grabbing (name)’s waist. “tell me when to stop.” bev said, (name) let out a yelp as they were pulled closer to her.

beverly wrapped an arm around their waist, then her other arm came closer to her face, where her hand took their chin, and started to pull in. (name)’s eyes widened, but then closed as bev got closer. bev started slow, pulling them in, and finally met with their lips. (name) kissed back almost immediately, they wrapped their arms around bev’s neck.

“i love you, so much.” beverly murmured, the kiss became more heated than (name) was used to, but they went along with it. after pulling away, bev looked like she was pulling away, but she went into the crook of their neck. “if this is where you want me to stop, tap me three times.”

“j-just a little longer.” (name) said. bev went straight in, bowers looked on, dropping his father’s pocketknife. “b-bev-“

“shhh, love.” bev said, after a few pecks on their neck and collarbone, she stopped and looked up, smiling. “how was that?”

l-love..?

“g-good.” (name) said, the facial expressions told bev that they were telling half the truth, they weren’t going to say they loved it. “i-i just wasn’t expecting that, heh..”

bowers had been watching it from afar, he walked over, grabbing their hand, ripping them from bev’s grip. “my turn.” henry said, (name)’s eyes widened, they were slammed against a nearby tree trunk.

“ow, fuck.” (name) cursed, henry put one hand on the tree, the other around their waist. “bro, me and her were having a moment.”

“too bad, ‘cause it’s my turn to have a moment.” henry said, he gripped their waist a bit, i’ll be gentle, but my grip will be a little tight.”

the outsider brought his face closer, his forehead touched theirs. he waited a while before he saw the others coming to him, bev was still watching them in shock. his goons stopped as they saw what he was about to do and the losers all widened their eyes as they saw how close henry and (name) were.

“they’re watching, sugar.”

these nicknames, bro.

he slowly started to shut the space between the two of them, he was slow, but showed dominance and made sure they were able to keep up with him. he let go of his hand on the tree and placed them on (name)’s hips, he started moving them up and down. (name) hesitated when they brought their arms into his chest, not pushing him away, just somewhere else besides their sides. henry stopped and let them breathe for a moment.

“i’ll be gentle with you..” henry said, assuring them. “just let me know when you’re ready to stop.”

he went lower, just like beverly did he gently pecked their neck and collarbone. it then turned into sucking, which obviously left red spots. he kept turning his eyes, trying to meet gazes with any of losers, he did a couple of times, seeing them give him a death stare.

“okay..” (name) whispered, henry stopped and slowly pulled away. “i-“

“had a good time? me too, sugar.” henry said, he started to start to walk away. the rest of the gang follwed him, them all giving (name) kissy lips, taunting them, but all of them still waiting for their chance to come. “see you later~”

(name) held their hands up to their neck, where henry left his mark. bill came immediately up to them and started to yell.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU PUSH HIM AWAY!” bill yelled, stomping over, (name)’s eyes widened. “didn’t what we told you yesterday mean nothing to you?!”

“stop, bill!” stanley grabbed bill’s hand, holding him back from (name). “give them a chance to explain!”

“no, i’m tired of being nice. you know how much i love them, you know how much ALL of hs love them!” bill yells back. “i’m going to fucking kill bowers if he tries something like that again.”

he’s not stuttering anymore..

“i-i’m sorry.” (name) said, timidly.

bill didn’t respond and stomped off, stanley came over and started to comfort them. running his fingers through their hair, kissing their tears away.

“it’s okay.” the boy kisses their forehead. “j-just cry into me.”

kinda proud of this one tbh 🤌🏻

if you want to to focus on a specific character, lmk

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