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the losers club as teenagers + social media

edits for tlc in college and as adults

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#trashmouth #eddie kaspbrak #stan the man #flannel #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #bev

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Richie’s adventures at Rock Wars™

#trashmouth #meme #it chapter 2 #gif

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let’s talk!! :)

REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.

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heart eyes • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: no ;)

warnings: swearing, smut, oral (fem receiving), body worship!!, fluff, road trip w the losers, underage drinking, body shots, praise kink bc its me, a lil dirty talk, this one is kinda tame, its fluffy :) ALSO THIS IS SO UNEDITED SORRY

i was going through all my writing and i found this smut i wrote a while ago!! im p sure its the first smut i ever wrote n i never posted it, i figured i would rn :)

[losers + reader are aged up 18+ in this.]

6.2k words lol

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“i mean this trip would’ve been fun, no matter what. listen! guys, i love you! and… and i fucking love that we don’t always have to be inebriated to have fun.” stan exclaims, gangly limbs sprawled on the floor as ben starts giggling. stan pays no mind, “but listen, listen. i am soooo happy that we brought this stuff though, you know?” stan continues to babble on drunkenly, eliciting giggles from all the kids in the room. he’s waving an almost empty bottle of smirnoff. you giggle softly.

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#hi im CRYING #FAV #fic recs #flannel #soulwillower #🥺

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why does the it fandom love to hate stanley uris? no, really, why?

am i missing something?

because last time i checked, stan “the man” uris is not there for your reddie angst. he’s not there for some trope where he gets rejected and richie and eddie start to date. that is not his purpose.

stanley uris is a character who’s dealing with the struggles of being jewish, being bullied, trying to be forced into a religion, and a killer clown. he is afraid, he’s snippy, he’s organized. he makes quick remarks at richies jokes because he can keep up. he cares about his friends. he is helpful, he’s brave, he’s a loser.

he is his own character, with his own struggles. his own feelings, his own friendships. he’s not there for richie. he’s not there for bill. shipping is obviously okay, but that is not his entire purpose.

when i read fixit fics, people rarely make stanley alive. it’s only eddie. why? so they can have their reddie fantasy of them getting married and having a pomeranian.

the book is not about reddie. that’s an element in the newer movies, yes, but that’s not the primary focus. the book, the movies, the miniseries, is about bill denbrough. a kid who was sick on a day his brother wanted to go outside. he made his brother a paper boat, his brother went and sailed it around. he met a clown in the sewer, and said clown killed him. bill wants revenge. he takes his small group of friends, and they do research, they find the clown, they kill it. they come back 27 years later to kill it again, once and for all.

it’s not about richie falling in love with eddie. and i’m not talking about fanfiction, that’s an element, but i’m talking about the source material. it’s not about reddie. it’s about bill denbrough. and everyone loves to shit on bill, but i see why he acts the way he does. him and georgie were close. he’s hurt, he’s scared, he wants georgie back. that is what the book is about.

stan is his own character, and the movies and books aren’t about reddie. thank you for reading, if you did

#honestly tea #stan the man

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i’m yours • beverly marsh

(beverly marsh x reader)  

requested: could you possibly write something for pride month? Like maybe a bev x reader oneshot or headcanons were they are married. Idk, something cute!

warnings: swearing probably, fluff!!!!, unedited :)

[losers + reader are adults!]

this was so cute!!  i died writing this, also happy pride month my angels, i love u all so much!!! <3

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it was one of those days where you just couldn’t wait to get home. all day at work you were thinking about it; you’d fallen asleep at your desk, you’d zoned out during meetings, the whole time daydreaming about a glass of wine, the light breeze through your apartment, and familiarly soft, red hair. 

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#IM SO SOFT #LOVE LOVE LOVE #bev #fic recs #soulwillower #🥺 #fav

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♡ qualities of a hero loser ♡

#im so soft🥺 #flannel #trashmouth #eddie kaspbrak #bev #mike hanlon #stan the man #ben hanscom #gif

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→ bill denbrough

failing at consistency. having paint all over their face, clothes, and desks. spending more money on art supplies than on anything else. notebooks filled with doodles, tears, and flowers. radiating sunshine. heavy mood swings. supporting and being supported.

the painter.

#flannel #aesthetic #inspo

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walking home • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader)   

requested: Hey hun can I request a fluffy bill denbrough x reader imagine with the “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.” Prompt? Love love love your work!    +

can i get the first cute/fluff prompt with young bill? 

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

warnings: swearing maybe? fluff, and unedited as always baby 

um i couldn’t think of a title bc im so uncreative ahaha anyways thank u guys!! love u much xx

[losers + reader are in high school]

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“alright, well i’m going to head out.” you say with a light sigh, standing up from the couch. a chorus of groans and pleads fill the air as your friends protest for you to stay. “so lame!” bev says, hand on your arm. you just smile, “i have to get back, my parents want me home by eleven.”

“it’s just now turning ten thirty, y/n.” ben says with a small laugh and you shrug, “i wanted to walk.”

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my favorite male characters: stanley uris

Reflecting on the meaning of what I just read, the word “Leshanot” comes up a lot, which means “to change, to transform.” Which makes sense, I guess, because today I’m supposed to become a man. It’s funny though. Everyone, I think, has some memories they’re prouder of than others, right? And maybe that’s why change is so scary. ‘Cause the things we wish we could leave behind…the whispers we wish we could silence…the nightmares we most want to wake up from, the memories we wish we could change…the secrets we feel like we have to keep are the hardest to walk away from. The good stuff? The pictures in our mind that fade away the fastest? Those pieces of you it feels the easiest to lose. Maybe I don’t want to forget. Maybe if that’s what today is all about, forget it, right? Today, I’m supposed to become a man, but I don’t feel any different. I know I’m a loser. And no matter what, I always fucking will be.

#BABYYYYYYYY #stan the man #gif

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BROWN EYES.

bill denbrough x fem! reader ✰

in which the reader has brown eyes.

warnings: slight profanity, bad ending

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brown eyes were just brown eyes until bill denbrough met y/n l/n.

bill's eyes were a painstakingly noticeable shade of dull green with slight flecks of gold that he had always been proud of. despite his predicament, he never did stutter his thanks when random passerby's went up to him. “you have pretty eyes,” they would say, and he loved it. maybe not just the attention for once but that he had something to define him other than his stutter that he hated so much.

but you had always been insecure of her chocolate brown, almost black eyes. because it was so easy to hate in a world where everyone was too busy comparing blue eyes to pretty summer skies and rolling beach waves and rare greens to fields of emeralds, brown eyes were lost (almost quite literally), trampled in the mud.

you wished people would romanticize brown eyes as much as the next color.

then you met bill denbrough.

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it was considerably cold for a day in march, when derry went through daily mood swings and you would go to school with it hot outside and walk home chilly because the temperature had dropped at least a few degrees and you hadn't brought a jacket.

you ran into beverly first, the redhead from 4th period with those envious freckles. up until that moment, you didn't dare consider her as a friend, worried she would find it weird. you were merely acquaintances, but ms. wheeler loved projects and so you two had chosen to be partners more times than you could count on your fingers, so maybe you gave yourself too little credit.

“hey, y/n!” she called you over to where she sat against the brick wall of her apartment building, staring at the sky. she smiled so warmly you couldn't help but walk over with a hesitant smile of your own.

beverly was outgoing and kind and you didn't believe in rumors. “i was wondering,” she took a drag from her cigarette, “since we're basically friends, if you wanted to maybe come over?”

you stumbled over your words, never being asked to a sleepover before (she told you later what it was,) and agreed with a wider smile than before while hoping she didn't notice how clammy your hands were, because they were definitely clammy.

it was inescapable. you two had become closer friends over two weeks than you ever had with anybody in the span of 3 years since you've moved to the town.

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“oh, come on, y/n!” said beverly, a little exasperated. “they'll love you!”

     pink dusted your cheeks as you struggled to form a sentence. beverly has managed to convince you to meet her other friends. you hadn't seen them too much but knew of them, of course you did.

you met bill last, and you suddenly realized why people said “best for last.” the first thing you noticed, however, was his eyes; a beautiful shade of green that you loved. you never quite found anything like it.

on another hand, you loved bill's stutter and thought it was adorable. “n-nice to m-m-meet you, y-y/n,” he said shyly, sticking his hand out for you to shake. you couldn't explain it, but it was like sparks flew. like ben franklin with a key and a kite.

     you loved his eyes, suddenly feeling much more insecure of your own.

     since then, you hung out with the loser's club more often than you'd care to admit but always seemed to stray too far for bill's liking. you were shy, but seemed so open with the others that bill wondered if he was the problem.

he was the problem- but in a different way than he imagined. the problem was you were entirely in love with bill denbrough with the cute stutter and pretty green eyes that were your new and improved favorite color.

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green eyes were never just green eyes to y/n l/n, especially after she met bill denbrough.

she had always admired green eyes but after meeting bill denbrough, all she could see was him and his own unique kind of green. and you saw it everywhere.

in the trees outside your window, the green of your least favorite shirt that you began to like more for an unexplainable reason, and even in the green apple gum that you always adored.

her stomach fluttered at the glimpse of any green, instantly reminding her of the cause of her affections, and her palms clammed up with nervous sweating. she stuttered almost as badly as him if she ever had to talk to him. it was embarrassing, to say the least so she opted it would be better to avoid him.

bill didn't seem to like that.

at a sleepover to his house, you weren't sure how bev had managed to convince your parents; but whatever she said, it worked, you were more nervous than ever. quieter than when the losers had first met you, there was no doubt they were a little suspicious.

you remembered bill, in his mint pajama set that reminded you of green, and only reminded you of him.

seemingly fed up with your silence, in the middle of the latest movie in the star wars series, he, with a painted expression of determination and a smidge of annoyance, grabbed your elbow as you stood to get a drink. he half-dragged, half-led you to the kitchen and you wondered what you had done to piss him off, clutching the hem of your cardigan nervously.

instead, he almost seemed desperate. “w-what did i-i do to yuh-you, y/n?”

your face fell. oh. oh. bill thought you hated him, probably. or didn't like him, at least.

“what do you mean?” you tried to keep your voice steady, staring anywhere but his mesmerizing eyes.

“y-you know what i m-mean,” he said, almost disappointed, “are you m-m-mad at m-me? or d-do you just n-not l-like me?”

you felt bad. so bad. “no!” you said a little too loudly, “of course not!” you tried to be quieter, “no- it's just,” you hesitated, unable to say it.

bill looked hurt. “oh,” he mumbled, you really do hate me. he didn't say it out loud but you knew what he was thinking.

as he was turning to leave, your eyes widened in slight panic before you grabbed his wrist and brought him impossibly closer, your cheeks as red as beverly's hair and his own expression shocked. you still couldn't look at his eyes.

“y-y/n-“ he didn't get to finish, because your lips had smashed against his in a rough manner, shocking you more than him. and he began to kiss you back, almost shyly.

you pulled apart breathlessly.

“i'm sorry,” you whispered, almost ashamed, at the ground. “i- i was just flustered, and i-“

bill brought his hand to your chin and turned your face to look at his. “look at me,” he said almost sternly, not an ounce of stutter in him. “i-i love your eyes...” he mumbled.

it hit you like a train at full force. your eyes widened. no fucking way. no one had ever called your eyes pretty or stopped to stare at the chocolate almost black void of your pupils that you had always been insecure of. but, bill, sweet, shy bill with the stutter and leadership tendencies had looked into your almost black, void-ish eyes and found the stars hiding under the surface.

you knew almost immediately that you were in love when he caught your lips with his own again softly, this time.

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#THIS IS SO PRECIOUS WHAT #I LOVE THIS🥺 #flannel #fic recs #🥺 #so sweet #long post

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#i love him #wyatt oleff #video #meme

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spare hand in marriage, sir?

#hes so pretty #jaeden martell

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https://youtu.be/hKABKod3a2U

guys please just

i’m sobbing

#bye im crying #jaeden martell #video

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the loser’s club snapchats - 1/7 bill denb 

#IM LIVING FOR THIS LMAOOO #flannel #ben hanscom #bev #trashmouth #eddie kaspbrak #stan the man #mike hanlon #meme

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sketches • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader)

requested: Hello! Can I request just some teen!Bill x reader fluff? Maybe where the reader finds sketches of her from Bill’s sketchbook/pad and then she falls in love with Bill, then Richie accidentally said something about Bill having a crush on her cause the trashmouth thought she already knew then after the reader found out, they talk and the reader confesses as well and it’s all fluffy and cute? I don’t know! I hope you get the idea though (ᵔᴥᵔ)

warning: swearing, fluff, unedited :)

[losers + reader are 16+ in this.]

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“can we shut some windows? it’s getting cold.” you ask your friends, rubbing your arms as goosebumps appear. mumbles of protest echo through the room and you scowl as their eyes all stay glued to the tv where eddie and ben battle out on smash bros. 

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the losers in disney world

because of this ask I have like 9 other drawings of these dweebs in disney that I wanna finish… (also I highkey want the splash mountain pic as a poster? would people want that too? lmk)

#this is beautiful #trashmouth #eddie kaspbrak #flannel #bev #stan the man #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #art