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tawneybel · 1 month

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Note: “Imagine how greedy Ross Humboldt gets over your body when he can tell you’re pregnant with multiples.” Contains sex pollen, too.

It was late by less than two weeks. How Mr. Humboldt knew he was a father again was beyond you. Eight days. A week and a day since he’d successfully inseminated you. Which Ross claimed would result in “a whole brood of ______-Humboldts!”

A father again and again and…

The lush grassland wanted to share its fecundity with its guests. Or subjects. Whatever it deemed you two. You weren’t a member of the Church of the Black Rock. Ross was. Initially, you didn’t like calling him by his first name. Who would, in your circumstances? Pretending he was still married to Natalie didn’t help. (You’d tried.) “Till death do we part” and all that. A normal union whose vows might not apply to Ross’s new marriage.

“I haven’t even taken a test.”

“But you are,” Ross insisted with a smile. Ignoring the ridiculousness of your statement. There were no pharmacies out here.

Dodging his caresses wasn’t an option now.

Not that you wanted to. There wasn’t much else to do. A bag of books to fight ennui. Some convenience store fare. Your leash was shorter than ever after the escape. Which had been too easy. Ross slept like the dead after screwing. Maybe the Tall Grass thought it tamed you. Or it liked to tease. A yawning path tempted you out of the maze. The church remained fixed even as you jumped up one, two, three, four times. Heart thumping, you made a break for it. Thankful that with everything/-one lost, your keys remained pocketed.

Find a station. No, not a police station. A gas station. Nobody rational will believe me. Becky, Cal, Tobin, Travis. All gone. Whether from the mortal plane or just the Grass, who knows? And what plane is the Tall Grass the entry for, anyway? Fairyland, limbo, some fresh hellscape? Okay, found a station.

After that, you were on autopilot. Waking up in the passenger seat to Ross racing back down the way you came. “Racing” was a bit strong. Just going a bit above the speed limit. Nothing a typical suburban dad wouldn’t do on the way to a beguiling destination.

“Picked up some groceries while you were out.”

It wasn’t stated like a question. You had one or a dozen, but swallowed your queries. The Tall Grass wasn’t so isolated. Not like Ross and me and babies makes one, two, three… It shouldn’t have been able to reach out that far. Pollen, maybe. Your new family was rooted here. The idea of rhizomes reaching out miles upon miles, seeking your footfalls… Because you had been barefoot. Shoes long lost to the Grass during Ross’s wooing. You hoped the convenience store clerk didn’t notice. She either hadn’t or was too polite to say anything. Too bad there hadn’t been a drive-through.

“Good,” Ross continued, “you’re going to need all the nutrients you can get. Need to keep your strength up. For all the fucking.”

A giggle bolted from your mouth. The sky was darkening but you spotted a Plymouth Fury. So you were entering the Tall Grass where you’d exited. For the last time, probably.

“And the birthing, of course. I’ll help with that.”

“Like you did with Becky?”

It just slipped out. Ross smoothly parked your vehicle. For a wild second, you imagined plowing through the vegetation. Mowing it down. Ripping open packs of snacks, scattering, and stomping on them. Their saltiness ensuring nothing green grew there ever again as you smooshed them into the ground.

“Now, ______,” Ross chastised, rolling down your window. Like you needed fresh air. “I’m not a certified midwife, but we’re going to have help. I want our babies to be safe and healthy just as much as you do.”

His tone made you feel childish. Throwing a temper tantrum wasn’t going to help. Your face flushed further as he poked at your panties.

“Look, all those hormones aren’t just making you wet. They’re also giving you nesting instincts.”

“They are?” you asked, snapping your eyes away from the Grass. The blades of which sought you out like sunlight. If it wasn’t dusk, you might have noticed the large clumps of pollen wafting through the air. If it wasn’t dusk, and Ross hadn’t been massaging you through your underwear.

You shut your eyes and inhaled.

“Let me do the errands in the future, okay?”

“Ross, someone might see usssss.” Your plea quickly turned into a hiss of pleasure. He’d pulled aside the soaked cotton to reveal your warm cunt. His thumb teased your slit, making you try to push yourself onto it. Mr. Humboldt’s current favorite hole of yours leaked onto his hands.

“We got a gusher!”

Your thighs tried to rub together, but your spouse quickly withdrew his thumb before prying apart both soft limbs.

“Uh uh. Take your skirt off.”

You nodded, obediently unbuttoning. However, the skirt was actually part of a dress with a differently patterned top and bottom. As soon as Ross caught sight of your soon-to-be swollen breasts, the last thread of his restraint unraveled.

“Fuck, I’m so greedy for your body.”

His face burrowed into your tits, supported by a front-fastening bra. Once unlocked, they sprang free, ready to get sucked by Ross for nine months straight. And afterwards. His hands stayed on your legs. Squeezing them tighter and tighter, till you cried out. Wanting to suckle each nipple, but unsure which to start on, he nuzzled the cleft of your breasts.

“Twins mean double the milk. And quads-!”

He groaned, unable to resist your now yielding thighs. Or your puffy nips or the fact you had an unfilled gap hot and dripping. You hadn’t been penetrated for almost half a day, which was a problem. Unless asleep, Ross knew you needed at least a couple fingers inside your warm hole. Preferably a cock, though. He needed to be stretching you out for childbirth. Make it feel almost weird not to have something inside you.

(The fact that’s not how vaginae worked wouldn’t occur until post-nut clarity. Ross was just that psyched for you to deliver quadruplets.)

If your nethers got too sore, he’d love to sandwich himself between plump tits. Plumpening tits.

“Ross, take me inside the grass.”

Your husband complied, leading you by the waist. The tips of your nips hardened, reaching out for the Grass’s blades. Ross matched your smile as the greenery encased you both. Looking forward to ______’s birth canal getting plugged, overflowing with cum, bearing brood after brood after brood. You were spot on about the Tall Grass’s desire to share its fecundity. About making Mr. Humboldt’s length swell only at the thought of worshiping your arable body.

Letting you go had been a fun experiment. Ross would be in charge of grocery shopping from now on, though. It didn’t need you to touch the Rock. Not yet. Not with its pollen keeping you compliant and, more importantly, aroused.

The newlyweds were enjoying their stroll to the center of the contiguous United States. You absentmindedly fingered your coochie, prepping it for more breeding, while one of Ross’s hands slid up to work a nipple.

Yeah, you were going to enjoy maternity.

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wintaswan · 5 months

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pennywise a real one for killing eddie before he could experience covid. he would have LOST IT

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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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strangesickness · 2 months

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okay i know we all love big brown doe eyed eddie but. can we please talk about how he has blue eyes in the book.

because like yeah in the book he's described as having greyish blue eyes. but like. eddie kaspbrak with weezer blue eyes. imagine it. right now. imagine tiny eddie like staring directly into richie's eyes to deliver an impassioned speech about infections. just staring. staring right into his very soul. now that would make the IT movies scary. or in the scene where henry stabs eddie and eddie's closing the shower curtain and he's like half laughing. imagine that scene and he has just. freakishly blue eyes. TERRIFYING.

#i imagine eddie to be the kind of person who makes really intense and prolonged eye contact #like not normal socially acceptable levels of eye contact #but staring directly into your soul not blinking eye contact.#and i feel like when he has brown eyes its kinda cute but also unnerving but if he had blue eyes it'd be like “is he plotting my murder???”#i am always talking shit about the “staring into your soul” blue eyes but i've never met someone with blue eyes that gives that vibe #EXCEPT for myself. i am so bad at eye contact (make it too intensely) and i have weezer blue eyes. match made in hell <3 #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it 2019 #it stephen king

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bitches-who-write · 1 year

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If you can, the gang with a super bubbly and affectionate s/o but when she's mad she gets really scary, like they'll check in on them but at the same time she would totally beat someone's ass if they insulted her man, I'm talking bashing there heads in a locker bad.

We're gonna break this up into parts [I'm typing this on my phone. Sorry, if it's shit. ]

Love this idea by the way!!

Henry

•At first he wasn't sure about the way you acted. It kinda..I don't wanna say irritated him but…it irritated him.

• Let's be honest here..it's Henry. He doesn't do affection, and he especially doesn't do bubbly.

•Now he wasn't aware of your..anger issues? It wasn't until one day that he truly saw how fuckin insane you truly are.

•You two were in school. He was standing by your locker as you were putting your books away. Greta and her gang of bitches walked over and started..well..being bitches. Now usually you deal with this by just ignoring them…however..you were already in an irritated mood due to a class incident.

•Greta realized she wasn't bothering you so she decided to go for your boyfriend.

•Big. Fuckin. Mistake.

•She started with the flirting and after he called her gross and to fuck off, she was not happy. She started bringing up his haircut and how he probably didn't have the money to get it cut because his dad spent all the money on getting drunk. She even asked what it was like being a punching bag for his dad.

•You snapped.

•You kicked her fuckin ass. You grabbed the bitch by the ponytail and bashed her head into the locker. You grabbed her by the shirt and pinned her to the locker and let her know if she ever talked to your boyfriend again..well..you were gonna break her fuckin face.

•Henry had very mixed emotions. He was pissed off because of Greta. He was very confused about this whole new side to his girlfriend. But most of all..he was hella turned on.

•The minute you go to your place, you two were on each other. He ended up telling the guys about the incident after you two got done screwing around.

•Patrick definitely tried to make moves on you more frequently after hearing this.

#headcanons #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #imagines #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #victor criss x reader #belch huggins #preferences #it 2017 #it stephen king #itmovie #pennywise the clown #pennywise

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muscle-gay-ghost · 1 year

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Man i wonder what it'd be like to be Patrick Hockstetter's girl.

Like, at first he didn't think much of you, but somehow you showed up on his radar; somehow standing out among the crowds in school, whether it's because you're quiet and shy, never with the rest, even if you're physically standing in the middle of the throngs of people. It's obvious that you're not part of them. Or maybe you're very outspoken about being different, it's so prominent; how you dress, act, your vibe, if you're like, goth, emo, punk etc.

Whatever it is, you catch Patrick's eye. And so, not completely of your own free will, you start hanging out with the group, but even the other three are well aware that you are his, and they know not to touch you, or even come within a foot of you. Other people at the school, be it your friends, other peers, teachers, they also take notice of this, because Patrick makes sure everyone knows you're spoken for. And these people, on more than one occasion, try to warn you and they pity you for your naïveté, because surely there's no way you're in this situation with all the facts, right?

Lol, if only they knew. This murderous psychotic solipsist has somehow decided that you're real, and therefore, he must protect you at all costs. You are his to keep, his to love. And you know everything about him, his little brother, his fridge, everything. You know him. He's your Patrick, your silly little pyromaniac. And you know that this unfathomably dangerous man would do anything for you. Other people are always so flabbergasted when they see the local sociopath holding your hand, walking you home, tenderly stroking your cheek.

The other three Bowers' gang members can only laugh when some poor soul tries something with you; they know that it's only a few seconds before Patrick shows up, because he's never far, something that brings you great comfort and makes you feel safe. He would take you into his arms, check you over for any signs of hurt, discomfort, anger. If you're crying hell shush you and whipe your tears. Once he knows you're alright, he kisses your forehead and lets you go to stand with the other three, while he turns to the culprit with murder in his eyes.

Patrick being soft for you, and you alone. He would burn down the whole world if it meant you could be warm.

#patrick hockstetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #it stephen king #it 2017 #Patrick Hockstetter imagine #bowers gang #reggie huggins #belch huggins #henry bowers #victor criss #vic criss

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alcinaslittlemaid · 3 months

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Derry Shenanigans

If I lived in Derry Maine

*Planting rose petals from the sewer drain, leading to my house up the stairs and into my bedroom*

“Ohhh nooo~ I really hope a 7ft, alien clown doesn’t follow me home and have his way with me, that’d be absolutely ama- Awful! Oh I’m so scared~”

🎈🎈🎈🎈

#pennywise #pennywise x reader #pennywise 2017 #it pennywise #it chap 2 #it 2019 #it 2017 #it stephen king #pennywise fanfic #pennywise imagines #pennywise the clown #im a simp #slashers #horror movies

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swampthingking · 3 months

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the thought of cracking the spine of a book makes kevin nauseous. he like opens it just enough to see the words and holds the book at such uncomfortable angles to read— anything to keep the book pristine and intact. he does not let people borrow his books because he is a control freak (as a term of endearment) and does not trust them to take care of them the way he does.

and andrew is the complete opposite, cracking the spine as soon as he opens it. he annotates in pen. he dog ears the pages because who the fuck has time to find a bookmark. he throws books out of anger. he throws them at aaron for fun. he lets them get smashed and torn in his bag. he always keeps them, he just prefers them to look like they’ve been read.

#someone asks kevin what he’s reading and he doesn’t say the name he just explains the ENTIRE plot of whatever historical thing it is #then is like oh….it’s [book] by [author]….#someone asks to borrow a book from him and he’s like “i’m sure the library has it”#andrew probably reads horror and sci fi #he probably fucks with stephen king heavy #i refuse to believe andrew “eidetic memory” minyard is “aLLeRgiC tO boOkS”#have you heard him speak… so poetic for what #i fucking know he’s read shakespeare. he hated it but he read it #imagining andrew as a child in foster care escaping in fantasy worlds to get away from his real life is doing something. bad. to me #kevin reads historical fiction and nonfiction #my baby has a special interest and i will do nothing but respect that #“kevin how often do you think about the roman empire”#“…every time i turn on the faucet… why…?”#and when they stare blankly at him he goes on a RANT about roman acqueducts and how they were #“—LITERALLY REVOLUTIONARY WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT??? we would not have running water THINK ABOUT THAT for ONE SECOND”#neil josten doesn’t read. he can’t sit still long enough to #aftg #kevin day #andrew minyard #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc

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fandomnerd9602 · 11 months

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would you mid for a beverly marsh plz?

Bev: so you're like that demented clown?

Y/N: sort of but I feed off happiness and kindness. The more love, the more powerful I grow. So I try to help others.

Bev: that's actually pretty cool

Y/N: did you know that Pennywise is weak to the music of Rick Astley?

Bev: who isn't?

Y/N: lets go kill us a clown!

#beverly marsh #beverly x reader #beverly marsh imagine #it 2017 #stephen king #sophia lillis #sophia lillis x reader #sophia lillis imagine #beverly marsh x reader #shapeshifter #shapeshifter reader

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miyuuuki · 2 years

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He Who Walks Behind The Rows

PAIRINGS: Malachai Boardman/Reader, Patrick Hockstetter/Reader.

SYPNOSIS: when He Who Walks Behind The Rows makes a appearance, only one is there writhing in anger.

CW: nonconsensual kissing, ooc Patrick and Malachi, possessiveness, yandere content, dead animals.

NOTE: An AU Where Patrick is The Man Who Walks Behind The Rows. there will be some plot changes, and holes as I have never written a crossover like this before. Patrick is also ACTUALLY a “god” in this. Also features you being a simp for Patty, and Malachai being a simp for you.

2nd POV:

I dropped my bloodied weapon I’d use to disfigure the outlander who had stepped foot into a town that wasn’t theirs, onto the ground.

The ceremonies we all had practiced and participated in finally paid off, as crucifying an outlander had led all of us to this point. Malachai and Everyone else watched in pure ecstasy as the Man who we’ve been waiting for had finally come to us.

I let out a gasp as I saw the divine being I and the rest of the population of the town worshipped and dedicated our whole lives too. I fell onto my but in disbelief. It was He! He was standing before me, looking at me with his silver green eyes.

The deity could be described as absolutely breathtaking, but that would be under-exaggerating. No words in the English language could describe the man’s beauty. The man had neck length black hair, a tall skinny and lanky figure. Similar to a man I know, he was draped in black and white robes.

I quivered as I felt so much lower than him, to actually be in the presence of such a deity, and to be the first person to ever see the Man Behind The Rows in years. To be this lucky is a blessing, from the said man infront of me himself. How could I be so worthy of the sight before my eyes?

“My Child..” He said extending a hand out to me with a “smile”.

3RD POV:

Going on your hands and knees you crawled to him. He caressed your cheek, you leaned into the God’s hand, even clutching it with your own hand. He felt neither cold or warm, but you could care less. You stared up at the man as his face came closer and closer.

You can feel your face grow hot, you froze in anticipation. Was such a being gonna do such a intimate thing to you?

You then soon felt the Deity’s lips on your own, your eyes widened. How could you be so worthy of such a action? Let one such a Important Being? The kiss alone made you feel special, you’ve never thought of yourself of a higher or lower being. Just a servant to serve for the same man kissing you.

In a second what was once silence in the corn field was now turned into a big party and the silence was filled with cheers and yells of celebration. You were even showered with praise, being called the “chosen” one and how you were blessed with a kiss from the almighty god.

Your hand was glued to you lips, the feeling of His lips lingering on your own. You shivered in sheer joy, hugging your sides as you were picked up by a taller and stronger boy your age. Everyone around you spewed praises to you, you could even hear your God praise you too.

Though, you failed too notice a certain red haired boy fuming and several thoughts running through his mind. Why did he feel this way? Why is he starting to go against the said man he’d swore his life too?

The same said man who had ordered him to give dead, and decaying animals as gifts, and alive animals as sacrifices.

He’s also the said man everyone in the town had killed their parents, and trusted adults for.

He did whatever his god told him to do, everyone did, including you! Yes he was possessive, he hated seeing anyone touch you or even breathe your air.

The divine God probably did it to anyone he’d encountered in the past long years. Malachai gripped the weapon in his straps. He felt like cutting anyones head off in an instant.

None of any of these bastards deserved living alongside you. Of course he’d never say it out loud, he may be the one in charge now that Isaac is gone and has been sacrificed, doesn’t mean he can’t be throw away so easily like everyone threw Issac away.

He could only watch in distain as everyone celebrated. His hand turned into a fist, how dare that man touch you, let alone carry you? And everyone reaching out for you, don’t even deserve to be in the same planet as you.

#bowers gang #bowers gang x reader #it 2017 #yandere #patrick hockstetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #malachai boardman x reader #malachai imagine #children of the corn #stephen king #possessive #yandere x reader #• ☆ miyuuuki works #• ★ miyuuuki sfw

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the-imaginative-hobbyist · 2 months

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Pennywise the Crow.

#art #the imaginative hobbyist #artist #digital art #fan art #artwork #photoshop #film #the crow #eric draven #pennywise #it fanart #it movie #it stephen king #stephen king #horror #clown #bill skarsgård #retouch

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l-pandamatic-l · 1 year

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I NEED AN EDDIE KASBRAK FIC WHERE HE AND READER ARE BESTIES AND THEN ONE DAY EDDIE SEES SMTH GROSS AND HE DOESNT HAVE LIKE GERMEX OR ANYTHING AND READER IS TEN STEPS AHEAD, LIKE HALF MINDEDLY JUST HANDING IT TO HIM AND HES JUST SO IN LOVE-

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ITS SUCH A VIVID IDEA-

#IT #Stephen king #Eddie Kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak x reader #losers club #imagines #IT losers

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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!

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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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strangesickness · 1 month

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i was talking about stan and his OCD the other day but i didn't really talk about how the other losers would act about it. so!

please remember that OCD is a varied condition and not everyone with it is like what is depicted in this post!

bill

at first stan keeps his obsessions to himself, he's pretty aware of what is a "typical" thought process and what is his brain being kinda weird

but eventually bill finds him having a panic attack over something seemingly mundane. young stan to me had obsessions that focused on the supernatural and "curses", so something like opening an umbrella indoors throws him into hysterics

and as soon as he realizes what he's doing he's humiliated, because like who the fuck cares? everyone knows that's just a stupid superstition, and he's so worried bill's going to think he's a weirdo or a coward

but bill is like. extremely reasonable about it, i think he's used to georgie getting upset over seemingly nonsensical things (the way kids do), so he's just used to treating things he doesn't understand with severity.

maybe there's nothing scary to him about opening an umbrella indoors, but its clearly upset stan and that's what matters here. he calmly asks him what he's upset about and reassures him that if it upsets him then its important

he gets stan to talk through it, bill brings up how richie always opens his umbrella indoors but nothing bad has ever happened to him because of it, which doesn't help a ton because OCD isn't typically very reasonable, but it helps a bit, and stan calms down enough that bill bringing up richie prompts him to go off on a rant about something stupid richie did at school while bill was gone

eddie

despite not having OCD eddie gets it, especially after he finds out that he isn't actually sick

eddie is the first person stan chooses to tell about the weird circles his brain runs in, because he knows eddie still carries around his fake inhaler

eddie isn't scared of the same things stan is, but he can understand being afraid of something he logically knows can't hurt him. they're pretty good at working each other out of panic attacks because of this

richie

(the things richie says to stan here are things you should never ever say to someone with OCD unless you have their express permission, stan finds it funny and helpful, and as someone with OCD so do i, but many will not, and talking like this could make their mental state worse and is just generally an asshole thing to do!)

on paper richie is an asshole to stan about his OCD, he calls him unreasonable, tells him he makes no sense, he's worrying over nothing, etc.

he frequently makes fun of stan's obsessions, if stan says something he thought because of his OCD richie will repeat it back to him in a Voice

but by some miracle this does wonders for stan

if anyone else was saying this stuff it would make him feel like shit, but because it's richie it's hilarious (not that he shows it)

richie assigning characters to his obsessions has managed to completely discredit some of them, and stan is straight up Not Bothered by some of them anymore because as soon as the thought pops up so does richie's voice and he can't take it seriously

there's the scandalized mother who thinks stan is a horrible person for not appreciating his meals properly or something

there's the conspiracy theorist trying to convince stan curses are real

and there's the high school coach who acts like stan is a one man army and they're going to lose the entire war if stan doesn't fold his sheets properly

stan doesn't want to give richie credit for his improved mental state because the way he did it is ridiculous, but yeah, richie and his voices have definitely helped

beverly

bev is great at Not Talking About It and Being Normal About It

stan will say something extremely concerning (use your imagination, i don't want to provide an example lol), and bev is like "yeah thats fucked up." and then they move on

he never gets the feeling she's brushing him off or anything, she'd definitely Actually Talk About It if he asked, but sometimes he just needs to get the thought out there and then immediately move on

sometimes it is exhausting to actually talk about feelings, sometimes stan just needs to express that he's feeling something, be acknowledged, then move on

"i just thought [insert concerning compulsion he doesn't want to do]" "or we could skip class and build a snowfort before all these other assholes ruin the fresh snow at lunch"

stan never feels judged in the slightest when he's with bev, and it helps free him of some of the judgment in his own mind :)

ben

ben is so so so good at listening, not only is he just the only nice 13 year old stan has ever met, he has one of those faces yknow?

he finds himself telling ben things it took him nearly a decade of friendship to tell bill

ben is clearly confused and concerned, but he never makes stan feel like he's unreasonable

stan usually only tells his friends about his specific obsessions when they've bottled up and are about to explode, or when he's in the midst of a panic attack

but with ben he feels like he can talk about the other stuff that comes with it, the impact his thought processes have had on his life

ben offers suggestions from time to time, not all of them stick, but the ones that do really help stan out

mike

mike finds a way to keep stan from worrying about anything at all

stan could spend all day worrying about something, and then mike shows up and explains some new topic to stan and it's like stan wasn't even stressed in the first place

stan can't even count the number of times mike has gone through an explanation of the history of derry, or what various states are known for, or the tasks mike does at the farm, or the history of some obscure scientific/cultural phenomenon

stan genuinely loves hearing about anything mike wants to talk about, but he also just finds mike to be a really engaging speaker to the point he stops thinking about whatever was bothering him

it is very much a win/win situation

sometimes mike will manage to pull him out of whatever was worrying him and get him to talk about birds and the boy scouts and they always end up having a ton of fun :)

the losers love stan and he loves them <3

#reminder: do not talk to your mentally ill friends the way richie talks to stan here!!!#some might find it funny/helpful but many will not. do not say anything of this sort unless they specifically say its okay!#if they don't find the joke funny you're not being funny you're just being a dick!!!#started writing this post because of the time i referred to one of my Thoughts as “the angry twitter user in my head”#and imagined richie assigning characters to all of stan's obsessions and that completely discrediting them #i have OCD and am writing from experience/how i wish people reacted. please be normal about this post <3 #posts afflicted with a strange sickness #it stephen king #it 2019 #it 2017 #stanley uris #stan uris #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon

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madwomansapologist · 8 months

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Well, passion fruit and Carrie White 🙂

passion fruit — what are their love languages?

⤷ with: carrie white

Acts of service.

I'm a 103% sure of that. I have no doubts about it. I will die on this hill and i will do it without regrets.

Let's be honest, Carrie didn't have good examples of how to show love during her life. Even when her mother act in a "nicer" way, it wasn't nice at all. And most of the moments someone was kind towards her, it didn't turned out fine.

So for Carrie to express her love, she couldn't relay on her past experiences. She needed to find her own way to do it. Carrie decided that, if she isn't good if her words, than she will be with her acts.

After all, she spend her whole life hearing about devotion.

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

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bitches-who-write · 8 months

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Hi, if it's ok, can I ask for a ship, pretty please?

I'm a girl, 5'2, a little bit chubby

I have long blond hair and green eyes

I'm into kpop, dancing (I used to do pole dancing even), collecting dolls and playing video games.

And of course I love a horror genre

I'm a cat person

Here you go anon! We hope you enjoy it!

We ship you with...Victor!

I had to google to see how tall this man was..5'8 is the answer.

He enjoys teasing you about your height. He will rest his arm on your head as he talks to guys/annoy you.

He loves a girl with curves. As we have stated in multiple posts.

If you two are sitting around listening to music he will casually start playing with your hair.

When you first introduced him to K-pop he was deeply confused...why? ..do you understand what they are saying??

He doesn't understand.

He only puts up with it because it's you. He does not like it though...at all.

Man can dance.

He enjoys dancing as well so the fact that you also like it makes him very happy.

He doesn't show it tho cause he does not show emotions very often.

...Pole dancing??

Show him.

He is mesmerized by it.

He's lowkey really good at it...like lowkey.

Dolls are extremely creepy to him..although this is probably something to do with Patrick.

The soulless eyes remind him of Patrick...

He does not tell you this though. He doesn't want to hurt your feelings by telling you that your dolls are creepy as shit.

You two can spend hours playing video games.

THINGS GET VERY COMPETITIVE.

"DID YOU JUST BLUE SHELL ME?!?"

"Hahah, suck it loser."

"Babe...you're fucking mean."

We stated in multiple posts that he loves horror movies.

You want to spend the night watching horror movies??

He has already picked out the movies.

You two are the couple that everyone hates watching horror movies with. HATES.

You two will point out every flaw in the movie/talk the entire time.

"Dude that's not realistic at all..you'd bleed out faster if you did so and so."

"GET UP YOU MOTHER FUCKER...THE KILLER IS RIGHT THERE!!!"

"He's gonna die next....told you.

He loves cats. If you have a cat, it's in his arms/lap the majority of the time.

Your cat goes missing??

You can breathe...I can assure you Patrick did not take it for his fridge.

Victor took it.

Overall you two have a fun time together.

#headcanons #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #patrick hocksetter x reader #imagines #victor criss x reader #victor criss #belch huggins #it 2017 #bowers gang #it stephen king #request are open #pennywise #itmovie #ship requests #hororr #scary movies #bowers gang x reader

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