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yandere-toons · 1 year

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HENRY BOWERS

Platonic & Romantic Headcanons – Yandere

WARNING: child abuse and neglect, strong violence, bullying, implied alcoholism, reference to divorce, emotional abuse.

PLATONIC:

As soon as his father drinks himself into unconsciousness or throws him out the door, Henry stalks down the street to where he thinks his friend might be. Explaining nothing of his sullen demeanour, he places himself in the middle of whatever they are doing, dragging them into a more private area if their current activity is too public or not to his liking. From there, the hope is that his friend will act in a way that comforts him without him having to ask for it and risk further humiliation.

There are two possible outcomes here, depending on how his friend treats him and who else gets involved. If they accept his presence without prying, Henry will shut down and remain silent for a while, riding out the emotional storm around someone he now has a reasonable chance of trusting. If they stonewall him or others interrupt, Henry will revert to his hostile bully persona and never mention the event again, as it has become a new source of shame for him.

Henry reveals a watered-down version of the truth when pressed for answers, but even then, he refuses to tell the whole story out of a desire not to relive it, not to be seen as a whiner, and not to show how profoundly it has affected him. After all, a history of cruel reactions from his father and the small-town mentality of Derry have taught him that emotional vulnerability is a dangerous mistake of the stupid and weak.

Despite this, it becomes increasingly clear that Henry is stalling for time when the subject of going home creeps up on him. He would much rather stay out all day and night with his friend and the gang, cruising town with Belch at the wheel, forgetting what awaits him when he sets foot on the family farm. But Henry knows only too well that Butch's wrath will double if he has to go looking for him.

Henry will threaten and, if sufficiently provoked, maim anyone who shows an interest in his friend. His worldview is more than a little misanthropic, as his good memories are few and far between, and his father and the community at large have taught him to hate anyone who challenges his idea of the norm. As such, he sees this as a favour to his friend, ridding them of all the scumbags who would inevitably trap them in an unwanted relationship.

But deeper down, in the places that have never quite healed, the places he never talks about, Henry is afraid of powerlessness. He despises the thought that his friend would abandon him because of someone else, as his mother did, so he does not give them that option. Anyone who tries to plant the idea in their head that they should cut ties with him, or worse, leave town, he beats as if it might save his life.

As far as Henry is concerned, no one offers a better source of companionship than he. He is fond of yelling this supposed fact and more at his friend when they refuse to drop everything and join him at a moment's notice. Seeing this as an affront to his authority as well as a personal insult, Henry cannot take it, especially when it happens in front of people, and tries to hector them into submission.

If any of Henry's accomplices disagree with his methods, none will be too honest about it. Henry displays an unabashed willingness to hurt anyone and everyone who comes between him and his friend. Other bullies have required stitches courtesy of Henry and learned to turn tail at the sight of him or them, and the last concerned citizen to intervene was left with a concussion.

Although Henry is a little more lenient with his gang, he still has rules about what kind of interactions are acceptable. Some of these rules go unspoken until one of the other boys crosses a line he did not know had been drawn. On the first day, Patrick Hockstetter lost his right to be alone with Henry's friend and incurred a death threat from Henry after Patrick made advances towards them and asked if they would like to share Henry with him.

Spending time with other people sounds like a waste of energy to Henry, but spending time with the Losers is so inexcusable that he expresses it in the only language he knows: violence. His need to anticipate his father's unstable emotions has made him sensitive to any sign of displeasure in others, which Henry receives in abundance from one of the Losers, Richie Tozier. Tozier calls him an obsessive freak when he cuts one of the kids for staring at his friend.

ROMANTIC:

His only frame of reference is his parents' disastrous marriage, now separated, and the couples at school he enjoys breaking up with shoves and jibes. Henry can be demanding in everything he asks of his partner, putting them in the untenable position of bearing the brunt of his emotional hunger. It is an overwhelming and confused mess of mixed signals and frustration that has built up over years.

Much of Henry's attention-seeking behaviour and unpredictable aggression stems from the fact that he is both ashamed of his struggles and less and less successful at repressing them. When he still tries, it manifests itself in violent outbursts and, in the context of this relationship, defensive anger when his partner does not immediately and completely fulfil his needs.

There are few things Henry would hate more than being compared to his father, so he refrains from using this level of violence with his partner. However, he retains a distinct bullheadedness in the many arguments that do break out, usually over Henry's desire for them to give up any part of their life that distracts from him.

Under no circumstances is Butch to know that Henry has a partner, let alone meet them. He would rather die than have them see what a so-called coward he becomes around his father, and the thought of them being caught in the crossfire of one of his father's explosions makes him want to stick the knife in Butch's throat a little sooner.

At the first sign of Butch's approach, Henry pulls away from his partner and tells them that if things get heated, they should go with Victor and wait for him at a distance. Victor is disturbed by Henry's extreme view of the relationship but is wise enough not to say so to his face.

Watching his partner suffer abuse at the hands of a family member ignites a rage in Henry that stems from his unfulfilled desire to take revenge on his father. He flashes back to when Butch similarly hurt him, reopening the last wound he tried to numb by avoiding his home and seeking out his partner. Every punch Henry lands, every slash with the knife, is almost like getting back at his father for all the scars he gave him.

Henry refuses to feel remorse for those he attacks, as Butch would never apologise for the damage he inflicts and once even rewarded Henry for his violent actions. After making his partner drop a science project in the hallway, the child he forced to eat dirt had it coming. The classmate who sat next to his partner at lunch - a seat reserved for Henry, regardless of whether anyone else knows it or whether he feels like taking it that day - deserved to be thrown to the floor and humiliated in a way that will haunt them forever.

Competition, real or imagined, is unforgivable and will be met with swift, if not disproportionate, retaliation. The first line of defence is a barrage of verbal abuse, escalating to physical assault unless the pest flees the scene and swears an oath never to speak to his partner again. From there, Henry will order his cohorts to hold the person still while he carves, stones, drowns and breaks whatever he finds most offensive.

Part of a community that frowns upon physical closeness between friends, Henry seeks in this relationship the emotional intimacy and affection that his father never provided. He denies having such needs when anyone suggests otherwise, insisting that he only stays with his partner for superficial reasons and would not miss them if they were to disappear one day.

Despite his claims of indifference, Henry displays a violent resentment towards those who befriend his partner, perceiving these individuals as a threat to his importance in their life. This fear speaks to his underlying insecurity of not being in control, the same insecurity that drives him to suspect the worst in people and defend or assert himself accordingly.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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sadhornyygirl · 6 months

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Kinktober

Day 15: masturbating (pennywise)

– How delicious, my beauty…- he whispered in a horny voice. He still had his dick in his hand as he looked at me. – now enough teasing me, naughty girl – he said again, pointing his dick at me – give me a breast, will you?

I went straight towards him, knelt down and lifted my blouse until it was folded over my breasts and I left my breasts out so he could see my hard nipples. The man gave a wicked smile when he looked at my breasts and I responded to his look with a naughty look while I grabbed his dick with one hand. I looked into his eyes and started licking the head of his dick, then I started sucking that whole hot dick while feeling my own breasts, feeling the throbbing pulses of the dick in my mouth.

– So, my little whore… – whispered the man, at the same time as he moaned with my sucking – suck hard.

I was sucking his dick with such desire and speed that my mouth filled with saliva and I almost choked. When I took his dick out of my mouth, I coughed, drooled a lot of saliva and saw that his dick was throbbing and saliva was dripping from the head to the stalk. Then I went back to sucking him hard and at high speed.

– Wow, my beautiful… – he moaned. – you suck like a pro…

I took his dick out of my mouth, looked straight into his eyes, jerking off that drooling big dick.

The head of his dick passed my lips and slid over my tongue, into my mouth.

– That's right, my dear. Suck it good, go.

The smell, the taste… left my mouth watering and my pussy throbbing. I felt his dick pulsing, hot and hard as a rock in my mouth, and I suckled him, sucked him and felt him moving my head back and forth, taking it deeper and deeper.

– Calm down – he said. – Take it easy, my beauty.

He put his dick in my mouth again. I got rid of his hands so he would stop forcing a deep throat that I couldn't do at that time. I grabbed his dick with one hand, right at the base near the bag, and sucked the head of his dick like I was sucking on a popsicle while I was hitting him with my hand. I felt him moan and shiver.

– I’m going to cum, my beauty!! Aaahh…. – he groaned. – take it, my beauty, all my milk, take it!!

#pennywise #pennywise smut #it imagine #it smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #slasher smut #halloween #friday the 13th

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marvelslut16 · 2 years

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Oh baby

Prompt number: 18 "I don't think this is your problem."

Fandom: IT

Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader (aged up to 17 or 18)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Swearing. Teen pregnancy. Mentions of attempted forced abortions. Some angst. Abusive parents. Fluffy in the end.

A/N: This has literally been in my drafts since 2020, and I finally finished it for fictober this year. It is my baby, please be kind to it, I love it so much. The main reason I haven't finished it till now was I was scared people would hate it. The only adulty looking gifs I could find of Finn were from season 4 of ST, whoops. Also, Richie would totally have that hair.

Richie Tozier was undoubtedly the love of your life, the problem being that you two are only in a friends with benefits relationship. It all started one night when the losers were getting drunk in the barrens in celebration of all of you passing your junior year finals, Richie and you snuck out to see the stars and one thing led to another. And the next thing you knew you were pressed up against a tree, denim shorts and cotton undies discarded a foot away, and Richie was thrusting into you. Your drunk inhibitions had been so addicting that you’ve fucked multiple times a week almost every week for the past year. You’ve kept it a secret from you friends, but the looks Bev gives you two makes it fairly obvious that she’s caught on.

Your friends with benefits relationship had been going great up until recently, when you made the worst mistake of your life. In the heat of the moment you told him those three words you had kept bottled up since that summer with Pennywise, I love you. If Richie understood what you said right away, he didn’t show it. It took him until after he was done for your words to register in his brain, and he immediately got dressed and left in an awkward huff. There was the occasional cuddle afterwards, but usually you’d just go to the living room and play your Atari, or go play street fighters at the arcade. But this time he left with a non comitial ‘see you later,’ and you immediately knew you fucked up.

The next day at school Richie pretty much ignored you, unless he had to make conversation with you to hide that anything was out of the ordinary to the losers; gone were the flirty comments he would send your way during lunch, and the arm wrapped around your shoulder as you walked from class to class. When Richie went as far as to flirt with a girl in history class you felt a sickness wash over you, it was so intense that you had to rush out of the class and through the halls to make it to the girls bathroom before your lunch came rushing out of you. Your teacher had sent Bev to come collect you, since you had left without a pass, but instead she took you to the nurse and you had to go home early.

You and your parents had brushed it off as some bad cafeteria food, nothing to worry about. But when you woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and your stomach started to churn, you knew something more serious was wrong. You spent that day and the rest of the weekend barely leaving your bed, and getting fairly used to the churning in your gut from certain smells. All of a sudden your favorite foods smelled down right nauseating, but you chalked it up to a change in your tastes. Or at least that’s what you told yourself. And when you missed your period two weeks later you told yourself it was just stress from your upcoming graduation and the fall out with Richie.

Your mother figured out your missing periods after your second month. She had come into your bathroom to check your pad supply while making a list of things the maid needed to pick up at the store, at first she was confused that the package of pads was still unopened; but your peckish eating, on and off nausea, and being in a constant state of irritation started to click into place as she realized you were pregnant. You weren’t expecting her to be understanding when she learned the news, but you didn’t expect her to rip you a new asshole.

“What were you thinking?” your mom storms into your room, unopened box of pads in hand.

“What are you talking about?” you feign ignorance, subconsciously moving a pillow to rest on your lap to hide your still unshowing belly.

“You’re irritated, you don’t want to eat what’s for dinner, instead wanting weird concoctions of food, and your pads from two months ago are still unopened!” she throws the box to her right, it smashes into your wall, box opening and pads come tumbling out. “You got yourself knocked up! God, (Y/N), I didn’t think you were this fucking stupid!”

“I’m just stressed!” you feel anxious tears start to pool in your eyes, you just need to get through the next month and you can leave Derry. Then you can have the kid in New York and your parents would be none the wiser.

“Bullshit! You stopped drinking coffee,” your mom laughs humorlessly. “I should have known then. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t!” you cry out, letting the tears you had been holding in for the past two months finally spill.

“You’re right, you weren’t thinking! Just wait till your father hears about this-” your heart rate spikes at the mention of your father.

“We don’t have to tell him,” you scramble off the bed and rush to your mother's side, grabbing her hand to try and get her to empathize with you.

“Don’t tell him?” she lets out a manic laugh, ripping her hand from yours like you’ll taint her somehow. “He’s the goddamn mayor, this will kill his reelection campaign. You’re so fucking niave and self centered (Y/N).”

“I’ll be in New York soon, no one has to know!” your voice goes up an octave, voice rising higher as your desperation grows.

“You really think I trust you enough to go to New York? Now?” she cocks her head to the side, giving you a calculating look. “You’re not leaving this house until we get this taken care of, and after graduation you’ll be staying in Derry so I can keep my eye on my perfect, innocent, daughter.”

“You can’t do that!” you cry out, taking steps away from your mother. “I’m an adult, I can decide what I do!”

“And look where that got you, knocked up by some deadbeat at eighteen,” your mom gestures to the empty space beside you. “He’s not here right now, he won’t help you take care of a baby. You’ll thank me one day.”

She slams the door to your room behind her as she leaves, you can hear the lock sliding into place. Your parents hadn’t used the lock since you were a child. They used to lock you in your room if the Governor was visiting, or if you got in trouble and your mother had to keep you contained until your father returned home. Walking to the window you assess the distance between your second floor window and the ground below. Coming to the conclusion that it is, in fact, not worth possibly hurting your baby in order to get away from your parents.

The polaroids of you and Richie tacked to the wall above your desk seem to mock you. Your mom's right, no matter how many plans you made of leaving Derry together, he doesn’t want you. And he sure as hell won’t want the responsibility of the baby growing inside of you. Your eyes land on a picture you took of Richie right after you had made some joke about Eddie’s mom; Richie’s head is thrown back, mouth wide open in laughter, and curls blowing in the wind. Richie may not want you nor your baby, but you aren’t going to deprive the world of another Tozier, a tiny little Richie.

You're so engrossed in studying the picture of Richie that you don’t hear your door being thrown open until it’s too late to block it. There in your doorway is your father; panting, red faced, and steam practically coming out of his ears. If only the people of Derry could see their precious Mayor now, ready to attack his pregnant daughter because it’s bad for his image. He storms up to you, grabbing your arm gruffly, and pushing you into the wall behind you.

“Who’s the fucker that got my idiot daughter knocked up?” he screams, his face so close to yours that his spit is landing on yours. When you don’t respond to his question, he moves his hand from your wrist and grabs both of your shoulders, pulling you forward just to slam you back into the wall. “Answer me you ungrateful bitch!”

“No!” you scream back, kicking your father in the shin as hard as you can.

“You’re going to fucking regret that,” he shoves you one last time before slightly limping out of the room.

As soon as he’s gone, you slide down the wall and curl into a fetal position on the ground. Laying in front of you is a polaroid that Bev took of you and Richie one day at the quarry last summer; it was shortly after the two of you had stared hooking up, Richie’s standing behind you, arms wrapped around you, he’s sopping wet from just getting out of the water and you’re almost completely dry, having arrived late from some political lunchin, your white sundress turning transparent from his wet body. Life was a hell of a lot simpler then, and then you had Richie to talk to when your parents were being grade A assholes.

You spent hours curled up on the floor, or at least that’s what you think because the sun had gone from shining into your room to below the horizon. Your parents never came and got you for dinner, leaving you locked up in your room as they ate the food the chef had prepared. You wait until you hear your father leave his study and head to your parents room before you move from your spot. Immediately moving to your red landline sitting atop your desk, sighing in relief when you hear the dial tone. You start to dial Richie’s number out of habit, before catching yourself and switching to Bev’s. You mutter pleas for her to answer the phone as you type in the extension to the phone in her room.

“Hello?” Bev sounds half asleep, you probably woke her after she fell asleep doing her homework again.

“Bev,” your voice cracks as a sob starts to bubble in your chest.

“(Y/N),” you can hear her shuffling to a seated position, adjusting upon hearing the desperation and fear in your voice. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“I'm pregnant, Bev” you rush out, glad that you’re finally getting it off your chest to someone you trust.

“Oh my God,” she murmurs. “Is the father who I think it is?”

“Yes,” you sigh, knowing she means Richie. “My parents found out today, they’re trying to force me to get rid of the baby as soon as possible.”

“I won’t let anything happen to either of you,” she promises, and you wish you could believe her.

“I have to go,” you whisper, footsteps getting close to your door. You quickly and quietly hang up the phone, hiding it beneath your desk, hopefully your parents forgot you have your own line. You quickly hop in bed, covering your body to your chin and pretending to be asleep. Light from the hall floods in as your father opens the door, but you make an effort to keep up your sleeping ruse.

“Don’t worry, everything will be fixed tomorrow morning,” he quietly shuts the door behind him. Tears start to fall as soon as he shuts the door, how can he force you to do this when it isn’t what you want?

You don’t remember falling asleep, you must have cried yourself to the brink of exhaustion. So you’re more than startled to wake up to yelling downstairs, the voices are muffled but you can clearly make out your father’s voice yelling at someone to get out of his house. You jump out of bed and immediately run to the window to see if there’s a car on the driveway, and there is. You know it’s Richie’s with one glance, the 1975 Mustang Cobra that you helped him rebuild a few summers ago, and leaning against his car is Bev who is looking straight up at your window.

You run for the door the moment you hear a crash downstairs, hoping that your father forgot to lock the door the last time he checked on you. Luckily he didn’t, so you pull the door open and run down the stairs two at a time. At the bottom of the stairs are shards of what used to be the priceless glass vase that was atop the hutch next to where your father is standing.

“Let me see (Y/N),” Richie’s voice is far more demanding and forceful than he’s ever used with your father, knowing he was the one adult that could really get him in trouble.

“She’s not here, she was throwing up all yesterday so we took her to the hospital last night,” your father lies effortlessly, using the same inflection that he does when he promises the people of Derry changes he can never provide. “She was dehydrated so they kept her overnight, she should be back in a day or two.”

“I don’t believe a god damn word that comes out of your mouth,” Richie seethes, his anger only continuing to grow when he catches sight of you on the stairs. “(Y/N), go pack a bag, we’re getting out of here.”

“I don’t think this is your problem, kid,” your fathers voice is cold and calculating, and you're frozen on the bottom step. you want to listen to Richie and follow him like you’ve always dreamed of, the future could be your oyster, but you also know that your dad has the sheriff in his pocket and could make sure Richie is arrested and sent away for a long time. “Leave while you still can.”

“Like hell it isn’t my problem!” Richie shouts, his Chuck’s crushing the glass into a fine powder as he walks over to you. “She’s pregnant with my child!”

“You fucker!” spit flies out of your fathers mouth as he screams at Richie, he’s taking large menacing steps towards your lover, so you do the only logical thing, grab Richie’s arm and yank him up onto the stairs, standing in front of him so he doesn’t get punched. “You did this to her?”

“Stop it!” you scream, as your father tries to reach around you to grab Richie.

Egged on by your father, Richie tries to step around you to throw a punch, turning him around, you push him up the stairs and towards your room. You slam the door behind you, pulling your gaudy pink suitcase- which is covered in stickers from all the places you’ve visited with your parents- out of your closet and start stuffing it with clothes, knick knacks from your dead grandmother, and the polaroids of your friends that adorn your wall. You're closing the suitcase and Richie is shoving more shit in your backpack when your father throws your bedroom door open, his face scrunched up in anger and you can practically see steam billowing out of his ears.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” he grabs your wrist, nails digging sharply into your skin and creating crescent shaped indents.

“I’ll tell everyone,” you level with him, it’s a low blow but you know it’ll work. “My indiscretion will hinder your chances of winning reelection, why would people vote for a Mayor who can’t even control his own kid? It’s blasphemous.”

“What do you want?” he asks through gritted teeth, it’s his way of giving into your demands without openly admitting it.

“Let us go. I’ll stay with Bev or Richie until we graduate, you’ll show up to graduation like the good father you pretend to be. And then I’ll be out of Derry, out of Maine, by the end of summer, long before anyone could notice my pregnancy.”

He doesn’t respond, not with words at least, instead he steps out of my doorway and lets Richie and I walk past and down the stairs. Neither he nor your mother say anything as you open the front door, not that you’re all that surprised because you're a disgrace in their eyes. They just let the door shut behind you and Richie, and you damn well that you’ll never see them again after graduation. Your heart hurts that they’ll never meet their grandchild, but you're also thankful that your child will never know the conniving abusive ways of your parents.

Bev runs up to you as you walk down the stone steps of the Mayor’s house, the only home you’ve ever known, and immediately pulls you into a gentle hug. The moment her arms wrap around you you break down, your parents really let you leave, they really don’t care about you, and you have nowhere to go. She keeps her arms wrapped around you as she directs you towards Richie’s stang, she notices your parents matching glares from the living room window. Richie takes your bags and shoves them into the trunk, while Bev climbs into the back of the car, and you begrudgingly take the seat next to Richie.

The drive to Bev’s is awkwardly silent, except for your occasional sniffles. None of you knows what to say, the last thing any of you ever thought would happen just did; the Mayor’s perfect little Angel got knocked up by the town’s trashmouth, and consequently kicked out. Or as close to being kicked out as one can get. Upon arriving at Bev’s apartment, Richie gets out and lets her climb out that way, with one last encouraging smile she leaves you alone with the father to your child- you’re former friend and fuck buddy.

“Where am I supposed to go?” you finally ask after fifteen minutes of him driving around in circles.

“Back home with me,” you can practically hear the duh he added in his head.

“You don’t have to do that,” you sigh, imagining what his parents' reaction would be to your current situation. “Could you just drive me to Augusta? I’ll find a woman’s shelter there or something.”

“No!” Richie slams on the breaks, pulling onto the shoulder. Dirt flying everywhere at the force of his abrupt break. “Like I’m gonna fuking let you go anywhere without me toots.”

“Why wouldn’t you?” you bite back, months of anger finally being able to be taken out on the one who’s been causing you all of your hurt. “You don’t give a shit about me, you made that very clear.”

“OH for fuck’s sak, of course I give a shit about you,” he grabs your face with both of his hands, turning it to look at him. “I got scared, so damn scared. I didn’t want to fuck it up with you and lose you. Then you told me you loved me and I got scared, cause I’m a fuck up and I didn’t want to drag you down with me.”

“You aren’t a fuck up, Richie,” you sigh, your anger dissapating at the genuine emotion swimming in his eyes. “But what you did hurt me. You left me high and dry, and pregnant. I didn’t know what to do, I was so scared and the only person I wanted to talk to was ignoring me.”

“I’m so sorry,” he leans forward, resting his forehead on yours. “I wish I had worked up the nerve to tell you I love you that day, instead of running away like some damn pansy. ‘Cause I fuckin’ love you toots.”

“You do?” your hormones forcing a sob out of you at his confession.

“I do, and I can’t wait to have this baby with you,” his right hand lets go of your face, moving to gently touch your belly. “I just hope they have your eyesight.”

“I hope they have your gorgeous brown eyes and your big ol’ lips,” you giggle, and Richie can’t help but bark out a laugh. “I love you Richie, with all my heart.”

“Not half as much as I love you,” his left hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. When his lips slot perfectly with yours, you really feel like the two of you can make this work.

#Fictober #day 3 #fictober22 #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier #richie tozier x you #richie tozier fic #IT #it imagine #it fanfiction #richie tozier imagine

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fuqsketti · 2 years

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ugh i wanna make a super smutty multi-part fic ab richie and mike- the rowdy tozier twins who both have a massive crush on y/n.

richie is so loud and outgoing with affection and mike is super quiet and reserved with his <3

AND Y/N IS LIKE OBLIVIOUS???

idk i love the idea of two brothers fighting for one girl haisjwisi

would anyone even want to read this?

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fromforeigntofamiliarity · 2 years

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Hi! May I please request a ficlet in which adult Bill Denbrough and fem!Reader (who was part of the Losers Club) get married and the first thing Bill and Reader remember at the same time while in Derry to defeat Pennywise was when Reader tells Bill (when they’re kids) that she’s gonna marry him someday? (I love fluff.)

Tears and Mint Tins | Bill BenBrough

Bill DenBrough walk through the wood heading towards the club house, hoping to meet up with the rest of his friends. Unfortunately for him when he climbed down into the dirt covered walls of the hideout he was met with a small smile from Y/N L/N.

"Oh hey Billy." She greeted waving her hand in excitement. "Guess it just us here, great minds right?" She asked walking over to him.

Moving to the side Bill made it to the other side of the room avoiding being any closer to the girl.

"It's Bill, and what do you mean? Where's everyone else?" He asked.

"Well you know Richie and Stan had some church thing to do, and Mike said he had chores all day on the farm, Eddie's mom if being...well Eddie's mom and Ben is probably at the library or something." She informed walking closer to him once again.

"And Bev?" Bill asked noticing the she had left out the red headed girl from her list of information.

"Umm," Y/N said turning to face away from the boy looking around the small room. "I'm not sure about Beverly." She said pulling on her shirt.

"Oh, well I'm gonna head home." He said awkwardly walking back towards the latter.

"Wait." She called out to him causing him to stop in his tracks." Can't we just hang out together?" She asked looking hopefully to the boy.

"Maybe another time." He muttered as he began climbing up the latter. A loud crash causing his to turn, seeing Y/N sitting in the ground holding her leg. "Are you okay?" He asked jumping from the latter and rushing over to her.

Kneeling down to inspect the seriousness of her injury. All of the sudden Y/N lets go of her leg before grabbing Bill's hand and slipping a silver ring on it. The ring was far to big for his finger as it dangled from his finger. Y/N moved her hand next to his showing him a similar one loosely hanging from hers as well.

"There, We'll be married one day anyways we should start wearing the rings now." She explained with a bright smile." I won them from a coin machine at the arcade."

Looking up at the girl her smile was met with a glare from the DenBrough boy before he yanks off the ring and throws it across the room."

Shock and hurt flashed across her face as she realizes what he had done, she rushed over in the direction of the objects.

"Why would you do that I thought you were hurt." Bill said watching as she scrabbled around in search of the ring.

"It was just a joke Billy, I wanted to give the ring to you but you were leaving." She sniffled still looking around.

"It's Bill." He gritted out. "And another thing I don't want your ring, all I want is for you to stop saying you like me, stop following my around all the time, just stop." He ranted watching as she pauses before rushing over and picking up the small silver object.

"Why?" Y/N asked raising from the ground, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Because you like Beverly? I saw you kiss her."

Shaking his head Bill scoffed at the girl before once again heading to the exit. "It's not about liking Bev, I just don't like you." He said before climbing up and out of the hideout.

As he walked away Bill could hear Y/N sobbing as she screamed after him.

"I'm not gonna wait for you forever Bill DenBrough." She screamed. "And then you'll be sorry, cause it will be too late."

Using her sleeve to wipe her tears away you looked around spotting an empty Altoids tin, picking it up she placed the ring inside. Sliding the ring from her finger she placed it next to his before digging a small hole in the wall and forcing the container inside. Grabbing some dirt she packed it into any left over space around her treasure.

[<_>]

Looking up at his wife as she stared at the rings in the old mint tin Bill couldn't help but still feel guilty remembering the sound of her heartbroken sobs.

"You were right." Bill said causing Y/N to look up at him, Pulling the rings from the box he left it fall from his hand in favor of grabbing hers. "I am very sorry for that day." He said sliding the ring onto her finger just above her wedding ring.

A smiles spreads across her face as she take the other ring from him before doing the same with the identical ring. "At least I didn't have to wait forever."

They both let out a small laugh at the memory.

Bill placed his hand on her neck gently pulling her in, placing a kiss on her forehead.

#it 2019 #it imagine #the losers club #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough #it chapter two #it chapter two imagine #bill benbrough imagine #masterlist #It masterlist

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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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— more than best friends • bill denbrough

pairing: Bill Denbrough x reader

movie/series: IT (2017)

summary: your suppressed feeling for Bill finally gets surfaced

warning: cheesy teen romance, this is bad tbh, feelings, language (I mean it's IT), a bit angst, negative self image. Also not everything goes as per the movie.

note: don't hate. I take criticism not hatred. If you don't like it, KEEP. IT. TO. YOURSELF.

DON'T COPY/STEAL. NOT COOL

"You sure they got the right stuff to fix you up?" Beverly asked Ben with a sly smile.

You watched Bill staring at her. Looking as if she's the only girl he's ever seen. As if, she meant the world.

Whereas he was yours.

"Hey, y/n," she greeted. "Hi, Bev."

Richie seemed confused as to why you were talking to her. "You know her?" He questioned stupidly.

"We have history together you dimwit," you replied annoyed.

You noticed Beverly has cut her hair, now she looked more beautiful than you, you thought. You stood no chance with Bill your mind told you, breaking your heart to millions of pieces.

However, you were not the only one who noticed Bev's hair.

"Your h-h-hair. It looks b-beautiful", Bill noticed too and seemed quite fascinated with it judging by the look in his eyes.

Beverly muttered a small thanks and they both stood there awkwardly. No one making a sound. It was making you want to gag with the looks they sent eachother.

"We're going to the qu-quarry tomorrow. You can come too." Bill offered with the same smitten smile.

You huffed. It was a ritual only for the losers to jump from the cliff at the Quarry. You did that every year and just the five of you.

It's not that you didn't liked Bev. But having a crush on Bill with Bill having something with Beverly made you jealous. You wanted to be the one Bill stared at with those loving eyes. But seeing them two standing next to each other, it was pretty clear who he wanted. And it was most certainly not you.

"You dipshits stay here or do whatever the fuck you want, I'll go home. It's getting late anyway. Fuck you all!"

The losers stared at you as you rode away. They knew something was up you've never acted this way before. Bill knew something was wrong. You sounded annoyed to him. He needed to find you and had to talk to you. You meant more to him than anything else. If you were sad, he wanted to make you smile. If you were angry, he needed to know why.

"Come if you can, B-ev. I have to g-go," he told Beverly and the gang collectively, he too picked up his bike and rode after you.

"When will they get together already. It's getting kinda annoying honestly," Richie sighed the others humming in agreement.

"Wait, what?" Beverly asked confused.

"Oh Bill's got a crush on y/n. Everyone except y/n knows it." Stan answered on behalf of everyone. Beverly nodded walking away.

Bill found you sitting by the lake. The place you always go to when you need to be alone. He slowly parked his bike and progressed towards you.

"Why you here?" You asked bitterly knowing it was Bill. He always found no matter wherever you were.

"What? A-m I not a-a-allowed to check on m-my best f-friend?" He said, sitting down beside you, looking over the lake.

Best friend. How you hated the word. "Shouldn't you be hanging out with Bev in your room or something? I don't know man. I don't seem to be important enough anyway." You muttered with your head low.

He sighed. Both of you knew he didn't allow anyone in his room other than you. "Okay I-I know some-thing, something's wrong. What is it, y-y/n?"

You finally looked up at him from your lap. Eyes red with tears

"I can't pretend anymore Bill! I-I love you, and and I hate myself for it. I know you like or much rather love Beverly. She's so beautiful and perfect. It's impossible to not love her," you paused taking a breath. "I'm tired of being best friends! I want to be more than that to you, Bill but it's pretty sure it's not going to happen!"

Bill sat without a word processing what he heard. Everything was so silent the only sounds are of your quite sobs.

"What d-do you think I l-like Beverly?" He questioned back.

"What?"

"I asked, Why do y-y-you think I like h-her?"

You breathed in softly. "Well, there's the way you look at her in school and now too. As if she means everything to you.".

"It's b-been you, Y/n. It's always been you s-s-since the fourth gr-grade. It's been four y-years and still you've been th-the one," Bill was now turned to you, holding your face in his hands. "I feared you'll n-never like me t-t-that way s-so I thought it was best fo-for me to just m-move on. But, you've always b-b-been the one to have m-my heart," his thumbs wiped the still falling tears from your eyes.

He touched your forehead with yours, staying that way for several minutes on the quietness. "Can i-i kiss y-you?" He whispered softly.

"Yes, please."

His hands held your face so tenderly as if you'd break any moment. The kiss was slow, your lips moving in sync with his. You pulled away, bright red blush covering your cheeks.

He seemed rather surprised when you pulled away. "Woah th-that was b-better than the pl-play," he chuckled, making you laugh.

"W-Will you be my g-girlfriend?" He asked with hopeful eyes.

You nodded your head quickly. "Yes!"

He pulled you in by the waist to kiss you again.

"You guys do know we can see you two right?" Richie shouted from across the road.

"Shut up, Richie!" You and Bill both shouted back in unison, smiling at the gang.

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #bill x reader #it x reader #it chapter one #jaeden martell #jaeden lieberher #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #stanly uris #bill denbrough x you #it imagine

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ssadumba55 · 4 months

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Masterlist: Masterlists

Masterlist hashtag: #milo's masterlists

On mobile for me, sometimes the masterlist tag doesn't work so just to make my masterlists more accessible to those looking for them, here's a masterlist of them all.

Jurassic Franchise

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Dreamworks

Riordanverse

Looney Tunes

Danganronpa

Kingdom Hearts

Criminal Minds

Merlin

Scooby-Doo

Anne with an E

Walt Disney Animated Pictures Pt. 1 - Peter Pan, Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid, A Goofy Movie, Hercules, Mulan, Tarzan, Emperor's New Groove, Atlantis: The Lost Empire & Wish

Walt Disney Animated Pictures Pt. 2 - Princess and the Frog, Tangled, Frozen, Big Hero 6, Moana, Raya and the Last Dragon, Encanto, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Mickey & Friends & Winnie the Pooh

Pixar

Disney Live Action Movies

Disney TVA

Stranger Things

Night at the Museum

Super Mario

Archived Fandoms

#milo's masterlists #jurassic park imagine #disney imagine #dreamworks imagine #criminal minds imagine #riordanverse imagine #looney tunes imagine #merlin imagine #anne with an e imagine #scooby doo imagine #kingdom hearts imagine #danganronpa imagine #it imagine #stranger things imagine #self ship #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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roadkill-writes · 2 years

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Bower’s gang part 3

Authors note: I absolutely hate this and think it’s to short but it’s been like months in the making so here’s something at least.

Please read the other parts before this one it’ll make more sense!!

Prompt: 6. “I literally don’t know how someone can be that stupid”

Prompt 4. “Why would you prank me with something like that?!”

Nothing could’ve prepared you for that long walk home by yourself. It was a thirty minute ride up could only imagine how long it was for you on the way back. Worst of all it started raining so now you’re soaked and upset but at least you can’t tell that you’ve been crying.

It was dark out by the time you rounded the corner of your street, you could see your house in the distance the lights were off reminding you that you were in fact alone, that your parents were away on a business trip or whatever they called it that month. Barging through the front door you slammed it behind you making sure to lock it as well, you didn’t want those asshole boys coming in.

You started crying again by the time you made it up the stairs rounding the bend to your room, flopping on the bed face first while crying seemed like the best bet for you at that moment in time so you did. Crying yourself to sleep not even hearing the banging on the front door. Waking up the next morning was rough your eyes were all puffy and you felt uncomfortable in yesterday’s clothes, you earned a hot shower after yesterday’s fiasco, your clothes were still in fact damp.

Slipping out of the damp clothes you climbed into the shower. Basking in the warm water felt great against your sore muscles. You barley had the energy to shower but you knew you needed to. Turning the knobs to the faucet off and slinking out of the shower to grab ahold of your towel your hand in turned just grabbed air. You would have sworn you had grabbed a towel from your room before coming in here, that’s peculiar? You shook it off believing you had really just forgotten. Turning the knob to the door and putting it open, you heard the chuckles. You quickly slammed the door shut.

“Haha!”

”Oh that’s great!”

”Do ya mind if I have a peak?”

”Did we have to do that?”

You heard the four voices coming out of your room, shaking your head in disbelief. “This isn’t funny! Nor was the events of yesterday!”

You kept your hand on the doorknob and your back against the door with your feet firmly planted to the ground in hopes of they tried they wouldn’t be able to enter the enclosed room you bared to stand naked in.

“Oh come on sweetheart, everyone thinks we’re all fuckin’ anyway.” Henry called from outside of the door.

The continuous drops of water from your hair seemed to be in set with your heart rate.” Henry, I would very much like my towel back! Thank you!”

“Not a chance doll!”

“Oh come’on Henry give the towel back it was funny while it lasted.” Vic coming to be your saving grace, or so you would only hope.

“Fuckin’ fine, here open the door.” You shook your head again. Not a fucking chance you were opening the door while they stood on the opposite side.

“Nope drop it there and walk away from it.”

You heard Henry laugh at your words again, did he really think you were that dumb. Maybe?

“Ya know yesterday was all a prank right? Like we didn’t actually disappear. Hell you had Vic half tempted to call search and rescue, you know how worked up he can get.”

“Why would you prank me with something like that?!”

“Because it was funny! Now open the door and grab your towel!”

“Fuck off Henry!”

#bowers gang x reader #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #belch huggins #it 2017 #x reader #Henry bowers X reader #patrick hocksetter x reader #victor criss x reader #belch Huggins x reader #pennywise #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #fanfic #fanfiction #it imagines #it imagine #bowers gang

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kidsnipe · 2 years

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Rock My World—Richie Tozier

Richie Tozier x reader

First thing I post here lmao 🤡👍

WC: 1.5k

Have you ever wondered what it felt like to be in love?

Richie has, and it was almost every day. No matter what he did, he just couldn't get himself to fall deeply for someone. He started believing that he was aromantic at one point. But that all changed once Y/N L/N appeared in Derry. Now, he couldn’t keep his thoughts in place whenever she was around or when they were together in class.

[. . .]

“Um, hey… Is this seat taken?” An unsure voice pipes up through the chatter of the Losers club. They all stop talking and look toward the source of the voice. A new person has made their way into this little town!

“Are you sure you wanna do that, toots?” Richie turned around in his seat to look at the newcomer. He had to do a double-take at how beautiful this girl was firsthand.

“Ye-ye-ye-yeah, you sh-sh-should probably find an a-a-a-a-another table to sit at…” Bill trailed off trying to keep his stuttering at a minimum so that the new girl wouldn’t make fun of him. She smiled kindly at the stuttering boy, not a trace of pity in her demeanor.

She scraped the empty chair back so she could sit in between Stanley and Eddie and sat down gleefully.

“Excuse me… Did you not hear what we just told you?” Stanley whispered to the new girl, and she looked at him with a small smile.

“Yes, I heard your ‘warnings’ but I would rather sit with you guys than sit with any of the other people that are in this sucky school,” She whispered back to Stanley and then turned back to the table and waved, “My name is Y/N by the way, but y’all can call me anytime you want,” She winked and leaned back into her chair crossing her legs cheekily. Beverly chuckled at Y/N’s little joke and shook her head while the boys just stared at her with utter confusion and bewilderment. If this was not a one-time occurrence—spoiler alert: it was not—they will not only have to deal with their local trash mouth but now the flirty new girl as well. Those two together will be the end of their sanity.

“Well, then… Welcome to the Losers’ club Y/n” Stanley turned slightly to offer the new girl a small yet reassuring smile.

[. . .]

“Richard Tozier! Have you not been paying attention to my class, young man?!” The school’s pre-calculus teacher screeched while smacking Richie’s desk with a wooden yardstick. Richie’s eyes shot up to the teacher as he looked up from his doodled-up notebook page. A few snickers could be heard from around the classroom, but no one dared to utter any other noise. Richie scowled at his classmates and then looked back at the teacher with a small smile.

“Sorry about that, Ms. Caesar, I was just too distracted by yer dress!” Richie started and stood up to point at her body with his arms extended, “I mean, teach, c’mon it’s incredible!” He added and the teacher’s demeanor softened towards him while she gushed. His whole class was looking at him as if he grew another head while Y/N just looked at Richie suspiciously.

“You think so, Richard? That is so very nice of you!” She told him and Richie smirked a bit.

“Of course, toots! It’s incredible ya even fit in it!” Not even a second after he said this the whole classroom started howling with laughter and the teacher’s face dropped completely into one of anger once again. Y/N’s hand flew instantly up to her mouth to cover up her laughter as she stared directly at Richie and he stared back, completely proud of the comment he had made.

The teacher turned to him with the yardstick in hand and smacked his head rather hard making Richie yelp loudly. The class sobered up after that, “Mr. Tozier! Go straight to the principal’s office!” She screamed out towards the lanky boy, and he scowled slightly. He stood up petulantly and looked at the teacher with a fake smile.

“Do not pass Go, do not collect 200 dollars, right?” Richie muttered bitterly as he passed Y/N’s seat tapping it twice as if to tell her something. She perked up at his words and his tiny gesture feigning disappointment at his words. Once he was outside of the classroom, Y/N raised her hand for the teacher to see her.

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N?” The teacher asked the girl groggily. The girl smiled kindly at the teacher and asked to be excused to go to the bathroom which the teacher gave consent to, inwardly praising the girl for her good manners. Y/N stood up from her seat while still smiling at the teacher and walking towards the door.

The infamous trash mouth Tozier was waiting by lockers for Y/N to come out of the classroom so he could at least talk to someone instead of being lectured by the principal. He was not looking forward to his little chat with the beloved person who hated him so much he would be expelled by now if not for his incredible grades.

“Ah, Mr. Tozier, you’ve been a very bad boy today,” Y/N smirked at her friend. Richie looked up from his ring-clad hands and smirked back at the girl. She stood right in front of him with her arms crossed, “It’s like you’re asking to get punished,” She pouted jokingly and went back to her smirking face in a second.

Richie dug his hands into his pockets and looked at Y/N with mischievous eyes, “I’ve just been in a very bratty mood today, doll face,” Y/N's eyes widened as she stifled her giggles. He could listen to those giggles all day every day and not get tired. Man, he was in deep.

“In all seriousness, Rich, that was quite the show in there.” She says, and he smirks cheekily.

“Only for you, baby doll,” Richie replies, and Y/N blushes slightly. He thinks nothing of it because she could never like a scrawny guy like him. How could she? She had a whole line of guys that wanted to get with her—including himself.

“Aw, my little trash mouth is so cute!” Y/N gushes playfully and squishes Richie’s cheeks which made him scrunch his nose as he tried to lick her hand. She took her hands away from his face immediately and feigned disgust. With a smile on her face, she got closer to him, “Say, what do you think if we got outta here?” She whispered and Richie’s eyes glistened at the idea. Being alone with Y/N was one of his favorite ways to pass time.

Without a second thought, he grabbed her hand in his and ran toward the school’s doors. They laughed heartily as they reached their bikes, grabbing them and racing to the quarry.

Once they got to their destination, they lay down next to each other in the shade. Richie decided to break the comfortable silence surrounding them, “Do you remember when we were losers back in middle school?” Y/N turned to face him and with a solemn look on her face, she took his hands in hers, playing with the many rings he had on.

“You were never a loser to me, Rich.” Her comment made his breath get caught in his throat. Had she really said that or was he imagining the whole thing? He sat up gently bringing her up with him. He brought her closer by her waist and felt her shiver when his hand touched the sliver of skin she had exposed on the small of her back.

“I’m glad you think that Y/N.” He never called her by her name, so she knew he was being serious. She felt breathless at that moment, and she felt herself lean into his space even more. He looked down at her soft lips and let his gaze linger there for a bit more before returning his eyesight to her doe eyes. Y/N got the hint that she was not the only one thinking about it and leaned in to capture Richie’s lips in a tender yet fleeting kiss. Once she pulled away Richie’s eyes slowly opened, a bit disappointed it had been such a short encounter.

“Toots, you can’t kiss me that rapidly. Yer gonna leave me wantin’ more of ya!” Richie exclaimed and brought her onto his lap only to kiss her with even more passion, wanting to evoke all the feelings he had in her. She kissed back, reciprocating the feelings he wanted to get across. Once the couple broke away from the kiss, breathless, Y/N smiled at Richie with so much adoration that the only thing he could do was blush feverously.

“Maybe I want you to keep coming back for more, Rich,” Y/N said to him cheekily and he smirked for the nth time that day.

“You rock my world, sweetheart.” Richie went in to lay a soft peck on her lips and she returned it with a smile on her face.

“I can rock so much more than just that, Tozier."

#richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #it imagine #one shot

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canislupus-exe · 2 years

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Like Always | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/sanriogaki on weheartit <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

reader | she/her (he ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | none

word count | 1,189

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

>> prompts <<

56 | “Are you flirting with me?”

67 | “Stop being so cute.”

68 | “You’re making me blush!”

summary | hi!! can I req a Richie x reader (teenagers- around 15-16?) where they both like each other but are oblivious to each other's feelings? I think it prompts 56, 67, and 68 will work with this!

>> back to prev <<

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You stretched out on the hammock that hung from the posts of the clubhouse. The other losers were strewn about the rest of the space, doing various things to keep themselves occupied. Richie had taken the liberty of staring you down since you were lying on what he considered the second coming of Jesus.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, dickwad.” You said, stretching out to get more comfortable. Annoying him was just a bonus.

“Eddie, didn’t you say it was a 10-minute limit?” Richie asked.

“Uh yeah well considering you didn’t respect that rule when it was my turn I think (Y/n) has every right to overstay her welcome on that hammock.”

“Aw stop it, Eddie, you’re making me blush.” You teased. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t make me take it back (Y/n).”

“Love you too Eds.” You replied as you went back to reading your comic book.

“Fuck this bullshit,” Richie exclaimed as he walked toward your reclined body. You lowered your book just in time to see Richie sidle up next to you. You groaned.

“Oh come on man, have some self-respect.” You grumbled as he made the fabric sway. He smirked and got comfortable the best he could.

“Ah, that’s refreshing. I mean honestly, my back was killing me. You know, now that I think about it, I could really use a massage. (Y/n), would you be so kind?” He asked, his voice patronizing. You rolled your eyes and set your book down.

“Why of course Mr. Tozier, you should’ve said something sooner. Come real close and I’ll get all that tension out for you.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. Finally getting the royal treatment I deserve.” He replied jokingly, knowing there was no way you’d go for it. You adjusted yourself and to his surprise, actually began to massage his back. His face slowly turned red as he felt your hands climb up his skin, gently pressing your fingers and palms down interchangeably.

“You're actually…?”

“Anything for you Richie.” You teased. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears. His skin was so soft you were scared your fingertips might just pass through him. You tried to play it cool like this was just your normal, run-of-the-mill, Richie pulling punches and (Y/n) being the only girl dumb enough to punch back, but you knew that was a lie. You knew your hands were trembling as you caressed the back of the boy you’d had a crush on for God knows how many years and you knew he’d start to feel it soon as well.

“Are you flirting with me?” He asked, his voice almost faltering in his throat. He was joking. He had to be joking.

“So what if I am?” You asked, leaning your chin on his shoulder and resting your hands on his hips. Richie practically burst at the seams from this, but what happened next threw him out of the trance faster than he’d fallen into it. You roughly shoved him off the hammock, smirking in triumph at the sound of surprise that jumped out of him. He fell to the floor, and the wind immediately knocked out of his chest. All he could do was lie there for a solid minute, processing what had happened.

“You skank!” He shouted, sitting up and turning toward you. You smirked and reclined again, picking up the comic book you’d set down.

“You love me.” You replied. He gave a slight chuckle before shaking his head and leaning against the wooden post that held up one side of the hammock. He did. He really did.

>><<

You yawned as you approached the arcade snack counter. You’d been going at Street Fighter for far too long and decided it was time for a pick-me-up. An ultra delicious total brain-freezing wild cherry slushie. Or just a cherry slush, as those less passionate than you would call it.

You sauntered over to the counter and the employee who stood behind it and smiled. He placed a cup under the cherry spout, already knowing what you’d gone there for. To say you were a regular was an understatement. You placed $1.50 on the counter, and the employee finished in record time, sliding the drink to you and putting the cash in the register. You walked away, knowing that he knew that you didn’t need the change.

As you walked away, you ducked behind a hanging tarp. The part of the arcade that was always under construction for whatever reason. You liked laying low here to enjoy your slushes in peace and quiet. Plus there was a working Computer Space cabinet so that was the sickest part.

“How did I know you’d be here?” A familiar voice asked after the rusting of the tarp stopped. You snickered and looked over your shoulder, seeing your best friend.

“Richard Tozier. How often have I told you not to bother me in my super-secret lair?” You replied. It was now his turn to snicker.

“Lair? Seriously? This dingy old place has got to be one of the lamest ‘lairs’ I’ve ever seen.” He said. You exhaled and leaned against the cabinet.

“Yeah, I guess you're right. But it’s gotta be worth something with this original Computer Space cabinet which has an unbeatable high score held by… Well… me.” You replied, a smirk creeping its way onto your lips. There was nothing in the world that pissed Richie off more than the fact that he just couldn’t seem to top you in that damn game.

“Again with this. I swear it’s like the only thing you have over my head. Computer Space this Computer Space that meh meh meh meh meh.” He mocked you.

“Aw, someone’s getting all worked up. Come on, yell at me some more, I like it.” You taunted as you took a sip from your slushie.

“You like everything I do (Y/n).” He said as he leaned on the cabinet beside you.

“Why yes. Every night I go to sleep dreaming of my knight in shining armor Richard Tozier who will sweep me off my feet one day.” You jeered sarcastically.

“I bet you do. I bet you dream of kissing me like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Oh not just kissing Richie. No no no. In my dreams, we do so much more than just kissing.”

“God just stop being so cute!” He exclaimed, his tone much more genuine than he’d intended. You choked on your slushie slightly, your face growing warm from the blood that rushed to it.

“Wh-What?” You stared at him. His face dropped as he registered what he’d said.

“Oh, I just- um… I-I’m kidding. Like always.”

“Then why are you so red?”

“It’s warm?”

“You’re so full of shit Tozier.” You replied before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. He made a noise of surprise but within seconds he was practically melting into your touch. He wrapped his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss as much as he could. You still tasted like the cherry slushie, and he couldn’t get enough.

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shawty-bae · 10 months

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really wanna know should i write fan fiction on here?

#mark estapa #teuvo teräväinen #john marino #brady skjei #nico hischier imagine #martin necas #kpop imagines #hockey smut #stranger things #it imagine #harry potter #musician

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sadhornyygirl · 1 year

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Characters I'm going to write about:

•Gun's n roses

•Motley Crue

•Football Players

•Slashers

•Ahs

I can write about others too, like Hemlock Groove, just ask ;)

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 2 years

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Henry Bowers Masterlist

none yet!

#imagine #imagines #x reader #oneshot #it #it 2017 #it 2019 #it x reader #it chapter two #it imagine #it oneshot #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers imagine #henry bowers oneshot

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chaoticbeanz · 1 year

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Time and Place- Bonus Chapter

Eddie Kaspbrak/Reader Summary- Eddie and Reader finally have their first date. Warnings- Fluff, swearing Word Count- 945

A/N- Hello my beautiful balloons! I know what you’re probably thinking -She's Alive!! I'm not going to bore you with excuses, and explanations because let's be honest…that's not why you are here. Even though it has been a long time I hope you enjoy it.

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3a Part 3b Final Bonus

To say you were happy was an understatement, elated was a better word to use for how you were feeling. Cloud nine if you will. You were going to have your very first date with a boy you couldn't stop thinking about. Eddie Kaspbrak. You had gotten home just before your parents would start to worry. With the brightest smile on your face as you open the front door, greeting them as they sat on the couch watching a movie.

“Hey sweetie, did you have a good time today?”, your mother asked.

“The best!”

Your father looks at you, “Uh oh, I know that look.”

At that, your mother looks at you as well, “Oh my, I think you’re right honey.”

You looked at them confused, “What are you guys talking about? What look?”

“The shine in your eyes. It’s the same look I had when your father asked me on a date.”

“Wha- I don’t- no one-”, you couldn't form a single thought let alone a sentence. It caused you to nervous laugh. Rubbing the back of your neck you caved, “Okay yes. A boy I like asked me on a date. There, happy?”

The movie playing in the background is now forgotten, this was more important. You never expressed that you even had a crush on anyone, and now they are hearing that their daughter is going to go on a date. This was exciting and terrifying news for any parent.

“Was it one of the boys you met today?”, your mother asks with a smile. She remembers how she felt in this almost position when she was your age. The butterflies that swarmed in her stomach, the smile that couldn't leave her face, the look in her eyes that never truly left to this day.

You could tell that your parents are still so much in love with each other. Since they were about your age, childhood sweethearts. You had always hoped you could have at least a fraction of what they have. And now, it looks like you might.

Blush crept up on your cheeks as you smiled back, nodding your head.

“His name is Eddie Kaspbrak.”

“Sonia’s boy?”, your father questions. “It's a miracle she even lets him leave that house. That woman is a nutcase, always has been.”

“Anyways, where are you two going?”, your mother slightly changing the subject.

You thought for a second, “Actually uh we didn't say, we kind of forgot.”

Just as you finished speaking the house phone rang. You all looked at each other; who would be calling at this time?

Your father was the first to move, getting up from the couch and answered the phone.

“Hello, Y/L residence.”

It was silent for a moment, you and your mother waiting to find out who is calling. Your father then looks at you, offering the phone. “It’s for you.”

Blush makes an appearance yet again, now figuring out the caller. You reach for the phone and let out an unsure, “Eddie?” You hear a nervous laugh on the other end, “How did you know it was me?”

The smile on your face not leaving as your parents walk toward you and kiss your head as a sign of goodnight. “Lucky guess.”

“Don't stay up too late honey”, your mother whispers to you then they both walk to their bedroom; leaving the tv on as the only source of light.

“Right, well you're probably wondering why I'm calling you considering we just saw each other and spend like the whole day together. Not like together together, you know with the guys and Beverly. Not that I wouldn't want to spend the whole day with just you because I do. Which is why I asked you out, well technically didn't you ask me? Not that it matters.- ”

“Eddie Eddie Eddie, slow down. Breath.”, as much as hearing him ramble makes your heart flutter, you had to stop him before he combusts.

You hear a deep inhale and exhale, “I'm sorry. When I heard your dad's voice answer I panicked.”

“Hey, it's okay. Not that I don't want to talk to you but why are you calling?”

“Oh right! Uh well after you left I realized that we didn't say when or where we should have our uh date.”

Oh my god, he's so shy, it’s so cute!! Butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“How about tomorrow?”, you hope you didn't sound too eager. The last thing you want is to scare him away but something tells you that won't happen so easily.

“We could go to the arcade? Just us, then get ice cream afterward?”, Eddie sounds just as hopeful.

“Perfect.”

Eddie wishes he could see the smile he knows is on your face because it's on his as well. Sometimes he still thinks this is all an elaborate dream. Afraid he’ll wake up and none of it was real. Oh, it would absolutely crush him if it wasn’t. The number of times he had pinched himself on the way home just to prove he wasn't dreaming. Because to him, you were a dream. Something just out of his reach. But not this time. Even coming home, not even his paranoid mother could bring his mood down. Eddie kept replaying it again and again in his head like a movie.

He kissed you. Well, technically you had kissed him but that's beside the point. There was a kiss and there was a confirmation of a date. He couldn't fuck this up, the guys and Beverly would never let it down.

Especially Richie. Anyone would kill to be in his position. Yet you chose him. Him.

Edward Kaspbrak.

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