#adult eddie kaspbrak imagine

[sunshinereddie]

I simply need you to imagine forty year old Richie trying to convince Eddie to play Minecraft with him because the thing is? The thing is?? He would absolutely love it and get so into it but he has to throw such a bitchfit about playing a game for kids so Richie graciously pretends it's something he bullies Eddie into playing every time

EEEK YES. i can imagine richie playing it just as a fun lil way to pass the time when he doesn’t feel like focusing on anything. after derry 2.0, richie spends a lot of time playing minecraft bc again, it helps him calm down & relax. once he and eddie start dating, the two of them will often sit together, with eddie doing his work and richie playing minecraft beside him. at first, eddie turns his nose up at the game, insisting it’s for kids and that he doesn’t care for it.

but then that turns into eddie sometimes watching richie play out of the corner of his eye, which turns into eddie not even trying to hide the fact that he’s watching richie play. when richie calls him out on it, eddie just gets huffy and claims that it’s hard not to get distracted when richie is playing a bright colourful game directly beside him.

one time richie asks if eddie wants to try, and of course eddie refuses. it’s after a lot of convincing eddie that it’s actually fun, that no it’s not just for kids, that yes plenty of adults play it, that no it doesn’t matter whether or not you’re good at video games anyone can play it, that eddie finally succumbs to richie’s nagging and tells him that he’ll play for ten minutes.

he ends up playing for an hour.

eddie instantly falls in love with the game- just like richie, he finds it relaxing, he finds it mind-numbing in a good way, and above all else, he finds it actually fun. plus, he likes that it’s something that he and richie can do together <3

but of course, he pretends that he doesn’t even know what minecraft is. any time someone questions him about it, he’s like “mind craft? what is that, some sort of arts and crafts thing?” and when someone at work notices that he has the game downloaded on his laptop he gets all red and huffy and quickly says “my boyfriend downloaded that. i don’t even know what it is.”

god, now i need to see 40 year old eddie kaspbrak playing minecraft in his gaming setup ;-;

#sunshinereddie asks #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie

[random-imagines-blog]

Movie Masterlist

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient! 

Smut is indicated with a ⭐

The Maze Runner

Imagines

Imagine Thomas not wanting to lose you now that he found you.

Imagine music being the only thing that you can remember, so you enlist Newt into making a band with you.

Imagine training with Newt.

Imagine telling Newt what you would do if you were together in a fantasy world.

Imagine stealing Newt’s clothes while he is bathing.

Imagine Newt refusing to leave you when you’re injured.

Imagine remembering your favorite song and singing it to Gally.

Imagine being the only person that Gally will listen to.

Imagine a chill coming through the maze, so Minho makes you a fire.

Imagine Minho denying all of your ideas, not because they aren’t good, but because they might put you in danger. 

Imagine Minho refusing to leave you behind.

Imagine Teresa threatening anyone who comes near you.

IT

Imagines

Imagine making faces at Bill Denbrough whenever you catch him looking at you.

Imagine Bill Denbrough using things you’ve said in his novels.

Imagine Eddie Kaspbrak being scared of your affectionate dog.

Imagine Eddie Kaspbrak getting nervous before a flight.

Imagine Beverly Marsh introducing you to Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak.

Imagine always trying to be the one to make Richie Tozier laugh, and not the other way around.

Imagine Richie Tozier dealing with dreams of Pennywise hurting you.

Imagine protecting Richie Tozier from Henry Bowers and his friends.

Imagine being Bev’s sister, and Ben having a thing for you when you all return to Derry.

Imagine hiding out in the library from your ex Henry Bowers, and Mike taking care of you.

Imagine being Stan’s study-buddy.

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Imagines

Imagine the Graverobber coming across your grave.

Imagine Grave Robber causing a distraction so you won’t get caught.

Imagine Luigi Largo taking you to a show.

Imagine Luigi Largo getting mad after hearing someone talk bad about you at the renaissance fair.

Imagine Pavi Largo putting on his best face for a dinner with you.

Imagine helping Pavi put the make up on his new face.

Imagine catching Pavi Largo with the Genterns.

Pirates of the Caribbean

Oneshots

Kiss The Girl (Will Turner)

Nothing (Will Turner) ⭐

House of Cards (Will Turner)

Imagines

Imagine telling Captain Jack Sparrow that you’re leaving to join the crew of another ship.

Imagine star-gazing with Captain Jack Sparrow.

Imagine Will Turner sensing your insecurities.

Imagine Will Turner being terrified of a life without you.

Imagine Will Turner bartering with Captain Jack Sparrow for your safety.

Interview with the Vampire

Oneshots

Gallowdance (Lestat de Lioncourt)

Vampiretown (Lestat de Lioncourt)

Le Roi (Lestat de Lioncourt)

Nightlife (Lestat de Lioncourt)

Walk Among the Dead (Louis de Pont du Lac)

Imagines

Imagine Lestat helping you through your first few years as a vampire.

Imagine Lestat getting turned on while watching you hunt.

Imagine doing what you can to get Lestat’s attention.

Imagine discussing your upcoming wedding to another vampire with Lestat, and his childish response.

Imagine Lestat commissioning a statue in your image.

Imagine Lestat de Lioncourt watching over you in your sleep.

Imagine a jealous Lestat seeing a vampire trying to flirt with you.

Imagine finding yourself hypnotized by Lestat’s good looks.

Imagine Lestat confessing his love.

Imagine Lestat informing you of his love.

Imagine Lestat choosing not to turn you until you grow older - then being with you when you are an adult. 

Imagine having a miracle child with Lestat.

Imagine being Louis’s sibling, and Lestat falling for you.

Imagine having been there to help with Lestat’s transformation.

Imagine refusing Lestat’s offer of being a vampire.  

Imagine being a witch, and being married to Lestat.

Imagine being in a love triangle with Lestat and Louis.

Imagine teaching Louis and Lestat about modern life.

Imagine being a member of the  Théâtre des Vampires, and befriending Louis De Pointe Du Lac. 

Imagine dressing up in your finest for Louis de Pont du Lac.

Imagine Louis helping you through the transition.

Imagine Louis de Pointe du Lac finding out that you are a witch, but loving you nonetheless.

Imagine Louis Du Pointe Du Lac saving you from a vampire attack.

Imagine marrying Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Imagine ignoring Louis after a fight.

Queen of the Damned

Oneshots

Emerge (Lestat de Lioncourt)

Vampire Heart (Marius De Romanus)

Imagines

Imagine being the bassist in Lestat’s band, and him having a thing for you.

Imagine Lestat watching you play your favorite instrument.

Imagine Lestat saving you from a vampire attack.

Imagine Lestat helping you with your first real loss during your vampire life.

Imagine Lestat turning you after choosing you over Akasha.

Imagine being someone from Lestat’s past, come to haunt him.

The Chronicles of Narnia

Oneshots

Eyes Half Closed (General Glozelle)

Imagines

Imagine Mr. Tumnus taking you to his favorite wildflower-covered meadow.

Imagine finding Narnia and the first being you meet being a particular faun.

Imagine Edmund being so frustrated that he can’t kiss you, he nearly explodes.

Imagine King Edmund finding you lost in a cave.

Imagine showing Edmund Pevensie how fearless you are.

Hellraiser

Imagines

Imagine Pinhead inviting you to his own personal Hell.

Imagine bothering Pinhead by summoning him in odd places.

Imagine Pinhead personally ‘taking care’ of an abusive ex.

Imagine Pinhead loving the agony he gives you when he is affectionate.

The Lost Boys

Oneshots

On the Edge (General Lost Boys)

Imagines

Imagine taking Edgar Frog out to relax after the events of The Lost Boys.

Imagine taking care of Edgar Frog after vampire hunting.

Imagine being Sam’s twin sister, and Edgar Frog immediately having a crush on you.

Imagine walking into the Santa Carla comic-shop.

Imagine Alan Frog developing a crush on you after finding out about your extensive vampire knowledge.

Imagine being a horror comic collector, which catches Alan Frog’s attention.

Imagine Paul getting jealous whenever Marco gives you attention.

Imagine Paul falling for you.

Imagine playing with the tourists with Paul.

Imagine surprising your boyfriend Sam with a visit to Santa Carla.

Imagine drawing Michael and putting it up in the ‘hotel’.

Imagine being cute, innocent and a bit ditzy, and dating the Lost Boys.

Imagine dating the Lost Boys, and having sensory overload issues.

10 Things I Hate About You

Imagines

Imagine Patrick Verona being your baby daddy.

Imagine Patrick Verona finding out you’re pregnant with his child.

Imagine kissing Patrick Verona.

Final Destination 3

Imagines

Imagine Ian McKinley hiding out from death with you.

Imagine Ian McKinley staying with you to protect you from death.

Night at the Museum

Imagines

Imagine your wedding dance with Ahkmenrah.

Imagine being accidentally locked inside the museum and meeting Ahkmenrah.

Star Trek

Imagines

Imagine throwing Leonard McCoy a surprise party.

Imagine being stuck with Leonard McCoy on a foreign planet, and having to take care of one another.

Wanted

Oneshots

Rip Out The Wings of a Butterfly (Wesley Gibson)

Imagines

Imagine waking up Wesley Gibson by kissing his neck.

Imagine getting married to Wesley Gibson.

Imagine telling Wesley Gibson you’re in love with him.

Imagine Wesley Gibson helping you through your nightmares while you help him with his.

Imagine Wesley Gibson helping you with your anxiety.

Imagine going from being Wesley Gibson’s enemy to his lover.

Nightmare on Elm Street

Imagines

Imagine Freddie always coming to your nightmares for comedic effect.

Jurassic Park

Oneshots

Hysteria (Henry Wu)

Imagines

Imagine having feelings for Dr. Henry Wu and trying to get him to stop the experiments.

Inception

Oneshots

If Ever (Arthur)

Surface (Arthur) ⭐

The Last Story Ever (Arthur)

Imagines

Imagine Arthur having a nightmare.

Imagine Arthur making sure that you have good dreams rather than bad, while you’re going through a hard time.

The Mummy

Oneshots

Death Comes at the End (Rick O’Connell)

Imagines

Imagine Ardeth Bay gifting you one of his favorite weapons.

Imagine possessing a relic that is helpful to Rick O’Connell. 

Imagine Imhotep being surprised that you have feelings for him.

Halloween

Imagines

Imagine Michael Myers hating it when you swear.

Scream

Oneshots

The Impaler (Billy Loomis & Stu Macher) ⭐

All of the Feelings (Charlie Walker x FTM!Reader) ⭐

Imagines

Imagine pleasuring Stu Macher with your chest and mouth. ⭐

House of Wax

Oneshot

Cards on the Table (Bo Sinclair)

Revenge of the Nerds

Imagines

Imagine overhearing Arnold Poindexter talking about how much he likes you.

Imagine Poindexter asking you out.

Imagine sticking up for Arnold Poindexter when the Alpha Betas try to take his violin.

Imagine being the first female in Tri Lambda Lambda.

Sherlock Holmes

Imagines

Imagine raising a little girl with Sherlock Holmes.

Imagine getting arrested with Sherlock Holmes.

Unfriended Dark Web

Oneshots

Crimson Day

Imagines

Imagine being part of Matias O’Brien and Amaya DeSoto’s wedding party a few years after all of the events.

Imagine saving Matias from being buried alive.

Mission Impossible

Oneshots

Lights Out

Imagines

Imagine being sick, and Ethan Hunt taking care of you.

Imagine being so stressed out on a mission, you keep forgetting to eat, so Ethan Hunt steps up to make sure you do.

Imagine Ethan Hunt patching you up after getting hurt on a mission.

Imagine being married to Ethan Hunt.

The Scorpion KIng

Oneshots

Blood From A Stone {Mathayus x Reader}

Imagines

Imagine being a Prince, and the Scorpion King’s lover.

Imagine becoming Mathayus’s lover while secretly sabotaging his attacks.

Imagine making love to Mathayus in a desert oasis you found while traveling together.

Glass

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a spectator to a fight between David Dunn and The Beast.

The Mist

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine talking down David Drayton  from his final act, until the military arrives.

Van Helsing

Oneshot

Imagines

Imagine being Dracula’s fourth Bride and trying to seduce and feed on Van Helsing.

The Last King of Scotland

Oneshots

Love is a Place to Hide {Nicholas Garrigan x Spouse!Reader}

Imagines

#movie masterlist #masterlist

[lupindawg183]

rules

as much as i love writing and want everyone to have a chance at getting their ideas out there - there are things i do not want on my blog or am not entirely comfortable with. some boundaries are for others and some are for me specifically.

what i will write -

fluff

angst

smut

lgbt+

stepcest

some kinks

celebrities x reader (if boundaries permit it)

character x character, character x reader

platonic or romantic (!readers or !characters)

violence (only fights between characters, not too detailed)

mostly male readers or gn readers. (i am horrible at fem readers but i can attempt if requested)

^ this includes

head canons

aus

imagines

one shots

multi chaper fics

prompts

what i will not write -

suicide/ attempts of suicide/ self harm

non-con/ con-noncon/ sa

drug addiction (weed use is okay)

eating disorders

polyamory

adult x minor ships

detailed violence (torture, death)

detailed abuse (mentioned or light moments are okay)

homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc. (any -ism or phobes against specific groups)

male readers for canonically lesbian characters or female readers for canonically gay characters

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hcs/canons/ships for certain characters -

-stranger things

female reader x robin buckley only

male reader x will byers only

male/gn reader x eddie munson only

-

will write (ships)

robin buckley x nancy wheeler

steve harrington x eddie munson

will byers x mike wheeler

others if requested

won't write (ships)

vickie x robin buckley

steve harrington x nancy wheeler

eddie munson x chrissy cunningham

-harry potter

male reader x sirius black only

-

will write (ships)

hermione granger x ron weasley

remus lupin x sirius black

james potter x lily evans

james potter x regulus black

lily evans x mary macdonald

others if requested

won't write (ships)

draco malfoy x hermione granger

draco malfoy x harry potter

lily evans x severus snape

mary macdonald x sirius black

-IT

male reader x eddie kaspbrak only

male reader x richie tozier only

-

will write (ships)

richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak

others if requested

-teen wolf

male reader x theo raeken only

male reader x liam dunbar only

ships

stiles stilinski x lydia martin

theo raeken x liam dunbar

others if requested

-criminal minds

(ships)

spencer reid x jennifer 'jj' jareau

others if requested

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sorry for the long list haha. feel free to request if your idea fits these guidelines!

#stranger things #harry potter #teen wolf #it 2017 #it 1990 #criminal minds #robin buckley #max mayfield #richie tozier #eddie munson #eddie kaspbrak #stiles stilinski #liam dunbar #theo raeken #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #bill denbrough #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #remus lupin #sirius black #ron weasley #hermione granger #dustin henderson #mike wheeler

[marvelous-maeve]

𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂

FANDOMS;

STRANGER THINGS;

-EDDIE MUNSON

-STEVE HARRINGTON

-BILLY HARGROVE

-JONATHON BYERS

-DMITRI ANTANOV

-MURRAY BAUMAN (PLATONIC)

-JIM HOPPER

-ROBIN BUCKLEY

-NANCY WHEELER (PLATONIC)

-MIKE WHEELER (PLATONIC)

-MAX MAYFIELD (PLATONIC)

-LUCAS SINCLAIR (PLATONIC

-JANE HOPPER (PLATONIC)

-DUSTIN HENDERSON (PLATONIC)

-JOYCE BYERS

THE WALKING DEAD (SEASON 1-SEASON 8);

-RICK GRIMES

-DARYL DIXON

-GLENN RHEE

-MAGGIE RHEE

-MICHONNE

-ABRAHAM FORD

-NEGAN

-CARL GRIMES (PLATONIC)

-SHANE WALSH

IT CHAPTER 1 & 2;

-RICHIE TOZIER

-BEVERLY MARSH

-EDDIE KASPBRAK

-STANLEY URIS

-MIKE HANLON

-BILL DENBROUGH

(ADULT ROMANTIC, KIDS PLATONIC)

SLASHERS;

-MICHAEL MYERS

-JASON VORHEES

-FREDDY KRUEGER

-GHOSTFACE (DANNY JOHNSON)

-BO SINCLAIR

-LEATHERFACE

-BILLY LOOMIS

-STU MACHER

-PENNYWISE

PEAKY BLINDERS;

-TOMMY SHELBY

-ALFIE SOLOMONS

FEAR STREET;

-HEATHER

-ZIGGY

-DEENA

-KATE

-SIMON

-CINDY

-TOMMY

-ALICE

(ADULT ROMANTIC, TEEN PLATONIC)

GENRES/FORMATS;

ANGST

FLUFF

COMFORT/HURT

DRABBLES

HEADCANONS

IMAGINES

ONE SHOTS

#eddie munson #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #slashers #fear street #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #twd #the walking dead

[fangirl-imagines]

Being Married To and Having Kids With 2019!Eddie Kaspbrak Would Include...

Requested by @lover1307

He'd be on you the entire time you were pregnant about resting and avoiding strenuous activities, etc. Almost as if he's transferred all his own fears of getting sick on to you while you're pregnant

He reads What to Expect When You’re Expecting cover to cover along with every other baby book he can get his hands on

He's terrified to become a dad since he never had one and his mom was so abusive

He had panic attacks about it a few times but never told you, not wanting to stress you out while pregnant

You know he's panicked though and try to always remind him that you're in this together and you two have always made a great team

When talking about baby names he ask you if you'd be okay with Richie for a boy

 He doesn't know why he likes this name so much he just thinks it sounds right somehow

You agree on the grounds that he let you pick the girl name

For as stressed out as he was for the last nine months he's almost calm when you go into labor

Medical emergencies being something he thrives in dealing with.

He carries your bag, helps you in and out of the car, and babbles incessantly for the next seven hours before your daughter is born

He cries the first time he holds her

And he realizes fully and completely that his mother was wrong and he promises to himself he will never do to his child what his mother did to him.

(Your next child, born a few years later would be a boy named Richard William Kaspbrak, but by then you both know why)

Whenever your kids get hurt, sick, or do anything remotely dangerous its very difficult for Eddie to keep himself from smothering them/telling them all the dangerous things that they could be exposed to if they do x, y, or z

But as difficult as it is to swallow these instincts he does and you always tell him how proud you are of him

Eddie the kind of dad who reads bedtime stories ever night to his kids but can never get the voices right

He's also the kind of dad who goes to every soccer game and cheers from the side lines and yells when the ref makes a bad call

Eddie never forgets a birthday or anniversary and he always sends you flowers for them.

He just loves his family and wants to always be a part of their lives

#eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak imagine #eddie kaspbrak x reader #2019!eddie kaspbrak #2019!eddie kaspbrak imagine #2019!eddie kaspbrak x reader #adult eddie kaspbrak #adult eddie kaspbrak imagine #adult eddie kaspbrak x reader #eddie kaspbrak headcanons #it #it 2019 #it 2019 imagine #it imagine #it chapter 2 #it chapter 2 imagine #it 2017 #it 2017 imagine #losers club imagine #losers club #james ransone #james ransone imagine #james ransone x reader #richie tozier #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh

[finks-spaghetti]

I can just imagine

Eddie finishes his super long germ rant after coming home from a restaurant and when he's done--he forgets everything around him, so when the car stops--he tries to get out of Richies car with his seat belt on and struggles until he realises; and Richies stood there-- laughing his ass off to the point his glasses slip off and its a long pause until they both burst into laughter.

#it chapter one #richie tozier #it #it 2017 #eddie kaspbrak #reddie moments #reddie #imagine #i love them #my idiots #Eddie sometimes is a stupid cinnamonroll #the losers club #Married reddie #adult losers #i love them so much #my babies #reddie deserves better #Reddie deserves a happy ending #Richie tozier deserves happiness

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Stabbed

Summary:  could you right something with Eddies daughter where she comes to Derry, and instead of stabbing Eddie, Bowers stabs her? 

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think! 

The disturbing atmosphere that hangs around Derry as a whole is not in any way lessened by the state of the old townhouse.

Sara is not a germaphobe on the same level of her father in any way, but the state of the hotel, if it’s even worth calling it that, leaves much to be desired. The flaked paint, carpeted flours where black marks are left on, creaking stairs with no elevator, and the complete abandonment of both the reception and bar did not claim this hotel was well taken care off.

Still, Sarah tries to ignore the warning signs and sits in the bar lobby, twiddling on her phone over a glass of lemonade, that she had to pour herself par for the course, and waits patiently. She’s not sure if she should be repacking or not, but her dad left without warning or explanation, so she stays put.

The stairs creak for the so many’the time, but she’s gotten so used to the sound that she doesn’t bother looking up. Instead she wonders if there’s anybody else in this godforsaken town, other than her father and his friends.

‘This is so stupid’, she whispers under her breath, letting out a deep sigh of resignation. She would go about and explore, to see all the places her dad had in his childhood, because she’s getting extremely bored now, and the urge to pace around and do something, anything is almost overwhelming. But, Eddie was panic-stricken at the mere prospect of Sara joining the group on their little adventure, so utterly terrified it left her shaky herself.

It’s weird to be in the town her father grew up in, but it’s even more strange to meet the people he was supposedly best friends with. They don’t seem like the type of people Eddie would be keen to hang out with back in New York, but maybe her father is just as good at hiding things from her as he is for her mother.

The more general idea of her dad and his friends bring up more questions than answers. Where have this people been for all her life. Why had they never hung out with her dad before? Why isn’t there a picture of them in her house?

She’s eager to learn more about them, but she heeds Eddie’s warnings, sinking further back in her chair. A few minutes later she rises, deciding to scout out the hotel at least – despite what horrible unsanitary things she might find, but a door opening stops her.

A woman, the only woman in her Dad’s group of friends stumbles in, her breath gasping and shaky. She searches around the entry way with her eyes, but sees no one, not even Sara, whose cover by the wall separating the bar and hallway.

‘Is anybody here?’ Beverly, she now recalls, asks, plucking a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket with severely trembling fingers. Out of her other pocket she grabs a lighter, but it takes her three tries before she can get the flame close enough to the cigarette, thanks to her tremor.

‘Shit’, she curses after the second time, and for a moment it looks like she’s about to put it back, but instead she aims again.

An instinctive part of her, the part that was raised by two people warning her about the danger of mundane things, wants to tell her cigarettes are bad for her. The part that saw how controlling her mother is towards her father, urges her to stay quiet. It’s not Sara’s place, but either way, the woman looks like she’s halfway to knocking on death’s door.

‘I’m here’, she calls out hesitantly, knowing that she’s not the one Beverly is looking for. Still, it feels weird to not acknowledge her, and to leave her be so crestfallen.

Beverly’s head whips around, and for a second there is no recognition on her face. Her face and eyes harden, almost like she’s preparing to battle, but then Bev’s brain catches up and her eyes soften.

‘Oh, sorry I didn’t see you there.’

‘It’s okay’, Sara assures, watching wearily as Beverly lets herself drop on the bottom step of the stairs.

‘Do you mind’, the woman asks, monitoring with her hand towards the cigarette. It usually does, Sara learned about the dangers of second hand smoke inhalation, but she’s not interested in starting a discussion. For a reason she can’t understand, she’s desperate for these people to like her, the same way they like her dad.

‘Are you okay?’ Sara dares to ask as she inches closer. She keeps a good distance away from Bev, so none of the smoke reaches her.

‘No’, Bev laughs without humor, ‘but no one ever is in this town.’ She suddenly looks Sara straight in the eyes, with the same intensity Eddie had when he firmly told her to stay put and not leave the townhouse. ‘You stay with one of us from now on, okay? It’s not safe to be here by yourself.’

Sara nods dumbly, feeling compelled to do so. She’s just about to ask for more answers, for the why and where and how, but a second ‘loser’ burst through the door, at least as if not more spooked as Beverly.

It’s Ben, who calls out for Bev immediately, and Sara may not know anything about the losers club, but she knows that Bev and Ben are it for each other.

‘Bev, are you okay?’ Ben asks without noticing Sara there. Sara flushes, feeling like a third wheel almost instantly, despite Ben’s apologetic look he sends.

‘Sorry I-‘

‘I’m going upstairs,’ Sara exclaims, walking up the stairs two steps at a time.

‘Sara wait’, Beverly bellows, trying to stop Sara before she gets too far.

‘It’s fine, I’m not alone, you guys are right downstairs. If somethings wrong I’ll just yell.’ Sara promises, barely glancing back at the two adults.

Ben and Bev make complicated faces, but eventually they both nod, turning back to their own conversation.

Sara reaches the top of the stairs, but there she has to pause for a minute. Though she has been unsettled this whole time, a whole new wave of eerie washes over her. She’s not sure what brought it on, but whatever it is makes her shiver down to her bones.

She considers going back downstairs, but Ben and Bev have picked up a new conversation topic, and she doesn’t want to disturb them. Sara vehemently ignores her own warning signs, and saunters towards her hotel room. While she does, she quickly peeks across the hallway, but sees no immediate danger -expect the black mold stains- there.

She opens the door, and the distant eerie feeling switches in a minute, into acute danger. Sara knows without a sliver of a doubt from the second she step into the townhouse that she’s in deep trouble. Unfortunately, her reflexes are not as quick on the mark as her senses, and she only notices the knife punching her way when the blade has already marked her skin.

She falls back, and can’t do anything to stop a second attack from striking it’s goal. A pocket knife breaches the skin of her cheek, straight through he tissue, and reappears on the other side. Sara can’t even scream before she scrambles up, hands pushing at her attackers chest to get him away.

Her attacker, a man with a mullet that appears like he hasn’t washed in multiple weeks, grins ominous and licks his lips.

‘Not who is was send here to kill’, he spits, reaching for Sara’s ankle and dragging her down when she tries to run. ‘But this isn’t so bad either.’

Before he gets another chance to do any other damage, Sara pulls the knife out her own cheek, smothering a scream, and holds it out in defense. She didn’t expect the man to thrown himself on top of her, plunging the knife in his own chest, but then again, he doesn’t seem to be in a right state of mind.

She can’t stop and think about it anyway, so she kicks his sluggish body away from her, and clambers upright. The man lays still face down, so Sara can’t see if he’s still breathing or not.  She can’t feel the wound, are any part of her body for that matter, and she can’t believe she just pulled a knife out of her own cheek. A strange tingling panic begins to trickle over her body, as she forces her feet to move.

‘It’s fine, it’s fine’, Sara whispers to herself as she back up, praying that she won’t trip, and that the man who just attacked her won’t jump up and try to attack her again. She can’t comprehend what just happened, thanks to shock probably, but she falls straight back into her survival tactic she uses at home.

If she ever got hurt there, she would keep quiet, and deal with that pain herself -or tell her after making him promise not to tell her mom-. To her shock filled mind, keeping quiet seems like the best option.

She continuous to stumble backwards until she’s out of the room. ‘It’s fine’, she continuous to implant in herself, ‘it doesn’t even hurt, if there’s no wound, I’m not telling anyone.’

Of course, as per usual, the instant she thinks that, blood starts gushing out of her cheek like a tap that just got opened. The copper taste of blood, overwhelming and disgusting, triggers her brain, and suddenly, the pain she thought wasn’t there, hits her full force.

She screams, this time in pain, and the scream alerts the people downstairs promptly.  

Their footsteps ruffle up the stairs faster than she can follow, so the first touch against her arm makes her let out a screech. Her dad’s face swims into her line of vision, blurred by unshed tears. Beverly and Ben are right behind them, their faces agape when the notice the wound and the blood streaming into her mouth.

‘Oh holy shit. Sara stay still.’ He insists with a panic filled voice. He brings his hand up, most likely to cover up her wound, but then seems to think the better of it with infection. Sara has seen Eddie in panic filled states many times before, but never had his face taken on the same greyish tone it does now, and never has lips trembled so much he can barely speak.

‘Dad’, Sara whispers, her voice cracking on that one syllable, blood gushes out like a waterfall. She pitches forward, knowing full well that Eddie will freak out at the idea of blood all over him, but not caring for a second. Eddie doesn’t care either, his arms wrapping around Sara’s heaving frame and pulling her as close as humanly possible. When her dad got here is a mystery, but Sara is so thankful he arrived when he did. The comfort he radiates, even with his stressed behavior, is enough to settle her back into her skin.

‘Fuck I- I don’t know what to do.’ Eddie strains, one of his hand cupping the back of Sara’s neck, trying to take a look at the wound.

‘I’m going to go get a first aid kit’, Beverly soothes as she scrambles away to go get the material.

‘Wai’t,’ Sara screams muffled, pulling back from her dad and reaching for Bev even though she’s out of reach. The departure of the woman suddenly reminded her of the man still in her room, and the fact that everyone was in danger.

‘The guy in my room’, she rushes out, pointing to the door. Her dad’s face lights up in a furry, more angry then she has ever seen him before. She would cower if she didn’t realize it was not aimed at her. Eddie presses a quick kiss to her forehead, gently towards her if anything else, but then sprints away into their room. Ben follows without question.

‘Wait, dad’, Sara whimpers, terrified that he might get hurt too.

‘He’ll be okay,’ Beverly says as she tugs Sara further away and then helps her slide down to the floor. The first aid kit is clenched tightly between her fist. ‘He’s tougher then he looks.’

She cleans up Sara’s injure the best she can, but she’s numb too it all. Only able to stare at the door opening and waiting for her dad to reappear.

She doesn’t have to wait long it seems, before the door flings open with a loud bang.

‘It was fucking Bowers’, he curses, going straight for Sara and inspecting the bandage without elaborating further. He sinks to his knees in front of her, one of his hands gripping her shoulder. He smiles comfortingly at her, but the fire behind his eyes has not dimmed.

The man, Bowers, must be known to all of them, because Beverly asks, ’Henry Bowers?’ And Ben hums approvingly.

‘He got away too, the fucker. Wait till I get my hands on him.’  

‘Dad?’ Sara asks, not sure exactly what she’s aiming for. She’s just scared, and she wants her dad to protect her and promise that everything will be alright.

‘It’s okay,’ Eddie assures, hauling her into a hug and squeezing her so tight it’s a little constricting. ‘I promise’, he says so fiercely Sara has no doubt in her mind he means it, ‘I won’t let him touch you again.’

#eddie kaspbrak #eddie x daughter #eddie kaspbrak imagine #adult losers #adult eddie kaspbrak #the losers club imagines #beverly march imagine #ben hanscom imagine #eddie as a parent #eddie as a dad #My writing #requests

[lovelykhaleesiii]

More than a Friend

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Adult!Bill Denbrough x fem!Reader

Words: 1228

Summary: Inseparable in the past during your time in the Losers Club, you find yourself years later in Derry the same town you eagerly fled... Now reunited with close friends and an old flame. 

Warnings: pure fucking fluff 

A/N - as if no one saw this one coming HA... Happy to say I’m back and plan to make imagines more of a regular thing. Taking requests for this man and Tom Holland characters :) (I’m discontinuing previous imagines so don't ask for new chapters sorry x)

Receiving the call from Mike Hanlon was something you’d been dreading in your distant memory, and had sudden sinking feeling upon hearing his voice. 

As Mike explained the details of the recent happenings in your hometown Derry, the memories of your childhood jolted back into your mind as you pictured the Losers Club. In addition to Mike, there was Eddie, Richie, Ben, Beverley and Bill… 

Bill, you whispered… Your once partner in crime and longtime childhood friend. Besides Beverly being the closest friend you had in the group, both Bill and you shared this bond that was to some degree, absent with the rest. 

He understood you in ways the others lacked. You found that he was much more mature than most boys his age. 

In return, he relied on you for sole support, especially after the disappearance of Georgie.

The memories began to flood your mind: you were the one that would often visit Bill on days he didn’t expect to see anyone. It was you that made him laugh and smile amid the times he thought that would be the last thing he’d achieve. You genuinely made him happy, as he did for you. 

As the call ended, you knew there was no choice however to uphold the vow you had all made 27 years ago. You were just hoping that same old Bill would uphold his end… 

Returning to Derry sent shivers through your body the moment you drove in. As the minutes went by, slowly your memory began to piece itself together like a puzzle… The more the memories you shared with Bill began to fill your mind, feeling a small sense of excitement despite the unfortunate reason for your return. 

Walking into the diner where Mike had made reservations for the inevitable reunion, and being directed towards a group of strange adults, you were the last to arrive. 

Everyone made their way towards you, ecstatic that you’d managed to make it. 

First Beverly rushed to your side, embracing you in her arms, the next was Eddie who still seemed quite anxious meeting you despite being to hell and back with him. Then Richie followed, cracking a joke on how much of a gorgeous woman you’d grown into from the tomboy  he had envisioned. Mike was relieved the most to see you, grateful you upheld the promise… And of course, Bill. 

He stood in the back, as he watched you approaching them from afar. He seemed shocked to say the least, however he had changed himself, he was a man now. Yet his mesmerising blue eyes, still fed that familiarity. 

“Y-Y/N, God. You-You’ve grown… I-I’m really glad y-you came.” He breathlessly stuttered: and just then it had clicked that Bill did stutter as a child, however that never phased you before nor did it now. 

“Likewise… You look good, Bill.” 

For a brief moment you both just stood still and stared mesmerised in the presence of one another. You both were taking in each other’s friendly gaze, smiling brightly up at each other, as he firmly held you in what was initially a friendly hug. 

“Uhh-You guys good over there?” Richie exclaimed, breaking the intimate silence between you two. 

Seating yourselves, despite sitting apart you’d caught glances of Bill watching you as you’d watch him. 

You had to admit to yourself, Bill was as handsome as ever. He’d obviously grown in height and size, he was quite muscular and well-groomed. He’d grown into his features, and yet he didn’t feel at all like a complete stranger. 

And amongst Beverly and yourself, after having noticed your tendencies to stop and stare at Bill, even she agreed that Bill had aged finely. 

Amongst the long-overdue conversations during dinner, you’d realised that you hadn’t really been separated from Bill all along. 

“Those were all my books… I-I can’t believe y-you read them without kn-knowing-”

As you caught up in each others life-stories, you hadn’t realised just how much you’d missed him, all these years apart. 

As the haunting events of Pennywise unfolded, Bill being the same leader he was naturally matured to be, was protective… Especially over you. 

He absolutely hated seeing you frightened, sad, or distraught, and would want you to confide in him always. As children, he was there even when you didn’t realise you needed that shoulder to cry on, and despite the distance of growing up apart, he was still there to guard you. 

Throughout this unwanted adventure, it seemed Bill and you would always find your way back to one another. If he was in trouble, you were there, vice versa.

At one point you’d found yourself sitting on the curb alongside Bill, after finding your token (which btw is a sketch Bill drew of you, that you’d kept in the clubhouse) facing the building he’d once called home. You knew how difficult it was for him to be there, the unforgettable tragedy of Georgie was something Bill just could not escape and you’d helped him come to terms with that. 

“Y-You were always th-there for me, Y/N. I never s-said anything b-before but, you really did h-have a special p-place in m-my heart.” 

“I’m just sorry I didn’t stick around, Bill… No one should ever go through what you went through with Georgie,” You softly responded, instinctively caressing his broad back, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. 

“I-I should’ve though… I-I wanted to after y-you left, Y/N. Y-You were m-more than just a friend b-but I was too late.” 

Without even having to explain himself further, you knew. You knew exactly what Bill meant and where this conversation was going… You’d felt the same. In fact, you were devastated when you’d left. 

Having been caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t realised Bill gradually closing in on you, as you felt his hand against your cheek, your lips locking into a passionate kiss. 

“That was truly overdue-” You joked, smiling childishly at one another, as he helped you up effortlessly, not wanting to keep the others wondering and waiting. 

Returning to the Neibolt House, you’d noticed that Bill kept a close eye on you, making sure he was always in lead of you, as means of taking precautions. He hated the fact that you with the rest of the gang had accompanied him. 

Once you’d reached the sewers beneath Derry, in the place Pennywise had inhabited, you did however get separated from one another and it killed Bill. 

Each in your own nightmares, he was desperate to escape. 

Once again reuniting, he made sure he was in close proximity of you. 

Having finally defeated Pennywise (Eddie still alive), you’d never felt this deep sense of relief before, as you both were now free to be in each other’s company. 

Everyone knew and was expecting you two to come to terms with your feelings, accepting the mutual love that was there. 

“We’ve been knew guys, we knew it from the moment you’d first started walking each other home from school!” Richie exclaimed, sighing with relief as if he was the ultimate matchmaker. 

This time leaving Derry wasn’t so despairing, for you were not alone… Bill was and will now always be by your side, no matter what you’d face. 

#bill denbrough #adult!bill denbrough #2019!bill denbrough #it chapter 2 #james mcavoy #bill denbrough imagines #2019!bill denbrough imagines #adult!bill denbrough imagines #bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough fanfic #bill denbrough fanfiction #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #james mcavoy imagine #james mcavoy imagines #james mcavoy fanfiction #adult bill denbrough imagines #adult bill denbrough imagine #adult bill denbrough fanfic #adult bill denbrough fanfiction #bill denbrough x reader #adult!bill denbrough x reader #lovelykhaleesiii #lovelykhaleesiii imagines #lovelykhaleesiii fanfiction

[running-through-honeyvenom]

Losers Club HeadCannons?

Richie is struggling with addiction, being a famous comedian has its perks, but it also doesn’t. Sure he has met some actors here and there, but he has a crippling addiction. He refuses to admit it until returning back to Derry. He realizes that Beverly is in an abusive relationship with a man who has the spitting personality of her father. Eddie is married to his mom essentially. Bill is a romantic mess, doesn’t know what he wants or who he wants. Mike, ha the poor man probably hasnt gotten laid, ever. Richie jokes about how the only ass he would be getting is from old ladies, or porn. Ben, well he has an alcohol addiction. But Richie thinks you wouldnt even be able to tell if he didn’t know the man. But I guess no one would know he’s addicted to cocaine unless they knew him either. But what can Richie say, “All the cool kids are doing it,” no because then he seems like an old man, and he would prefer to stay far away from that title. When Richie arrives at the Jade of Orient, he meets Bev and Ben first. He is honestly shocked because Ben really had a glow up, Bev had too. But she still had the same sad eyes when she was younger. I mean they all did. They all looked frightened to be here. Except it was almost enlightening to see they were all alive. They were all alive right? He walks into the restaurant and immediately clenches his fist. Pulsing his fingers to calm him down. This all was so surreal to them all. Bill, Ben, Bev, Richie, Mike, Eddie, and Stan. Wait Stan? Stan wasn't here, It was just the six of them. Where was Stan the Man. Richie keeps pulsing his fingers in his palm to calm him down. His mind was pacing every memory so fast he felt like he was about to throw up before he ate. He needed to step outside. Richie excused himself, “Hey I am gonna be right back,” everyone looked at him with concern, Richie was pale as a ghost and his smile was gone. Eyes that crinkled with lines when he smiled all seemed to flatten against his face. Eddie peeked up from his arms against the table giggling, he was a little bit tipsy, and far to tired to keep his head up. “Where ya going chee’ I haven’t said hello to the trash mouth yet.” Richie knew it was time to strike, “I am going outside I am getting a booty call from your mother, I have kept her waiting for 27 years, I need to go show her some love,” He jokingly pointed to his phone that he struggled to get out of his front pocket of his jeans. Making aggressive moaning into the phone. “Oh Sonya, I have missed your sexy voice for so long. Oh Mrs.K you know I love it when you talk to me like I am a disgusting bug on the wall.” Everyone rolled their eyes, chatting amongst themselves again. Joking and catching up with each other. Eddie peaks up again, looking around the table to see if Richie left. He grumbles, “He actually left, that fucking troglodyte.” Richie continued to walk to the exit of the restaurant where he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. Lighting it with a match as soon as he steps outside.

#Reddie #Richiexeddie #richie toizer imagine #Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine #it chapter two #it 2017 #Losers Club #Imagine OTP #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #Eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #trashmouth tozier #richie trashmouth #Stanley Uris #adult losers #drugs cw #drug mention #alochol mention #tw alochol #tw addiction #pet names #angst #it chapter 2 #fanfic #Fanfiction #i might continue this #who knows

[in-my-clown-era]

wait...so richie tozier has his voice named “kinky briefcase” who’s a sexual accountant...mayhaps he needed some accounting work and met a sexy accountant who may or may not have been named stanley uris??? he just changed the way the voice sounded but thinks of the sexy accountant (cough cough, STAN cough) for inspiration 👀👀👀

#i mean stan do be sexy tho #he is a sex maniac #i love that for him #just imagine richie needed an accountant and stanley’s his accountant and Richie’s like fuck he’s hot #cause honestly same #i see stan uris and think fuck he’s hot #who wouldn’t??? #just to clarify i mean ADULT STAN #stozier #adult stozier #i need more adult stozier content #richie tozier #stan uris #stozier head canons #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #it chapter one #it chapter two #it 2017 #it 2019 #losers club

[19tozier]

the hands of love (bill denbrough)

warnings: adult bill, stress/anxiety, mentions of canon horror, takes place after events of chp2, it’s not relevant to the plot here but eddie and stan are alive Because I Said So

inspired by the song hands of love by miley cyrus

[losers&reader are adults here]

you aren’t sure what wakes you up at first.

you blink a little stupidly, still caught in the wisps of whatever dream you were having. the room is dark and cool around you. moonlight streams through the gaps in the shutters, turning the air to haze that looks so solid you think you could pass your hand through it. and it’s quiet, the only sound the soft creaking of the ceiling fan above you. bill isn’t even snoring.

bill isn’t even snoring. you frown.

you turn onto your side, reaching onto his side of the bed. you expect for your hand to meet solid flesh, to trail up over his shoulder and splay over his heart, but all you encounter is emptiness. the cold sheets aren’t even rumpled.

you sigh to yourself. it must be one of those nights again.

the lights prove to be too much for your eyes so you leave them off, stumbling to pull on one of bill’s t-shirts over your bare body. you don’t bother with pants, only underwear. if all goes well, you’ll be back to bed in no time.

the rest of the house is just as quiet, all the lights turned off. your footsteps are soft as you pad down the hallway, instinctively turning the corner to get to the last room on the left. there’s no other place he could be.

just as you suspected, there’s a golden glow at the bottom of the door, casting the faintest shadows onto the wall across from it. if you strain your ears you can hear the sounds of his keyboard, and eventually, a stilted groan. resolved, you reach forward and slowly open the door.

it’s mostly dark in bill’s office, only a single lamp on his desk spilling slanted light over the floor. bill’s hunched over his computer, his face screwed up in a grimace behind his reading glasses. he doesn’t hear you walk in, even though you aren’t really trying to be quiet, too focused on whatever it is he’s writing.

he gets like this, sometimes, so into his own head that he can’t differentiate between up or down. he’s so easily stressed, your bill, when he tries to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. unfortunately, he does that too often, retreating further and further into himself until you have to gently coax him back out.

fortunately, you’ve perfected the best way to love him.

he startles when your hand trails over his arm, brushing up his shoulder as you tuck yourself against his back. his chair is uncomfortable where it digs into your side but it’s worth it to hold him for just a second. like second-nature, his hand comes up to cradle yours, slotting your fingers together.

“what time is it?” he mumbles to you, blinking like he’s suddenly aware of just how tired he is.

you hum, turning your head to kiss just behind his ear. “i’m not sure,” you admit quietly, rubbing your thumb along his collarbone. “but you should come to bed anyways.”

he sighs, leaning back against your chest before he shakes his head. “i need to finish this draft by thursday. i-i can’t s-s-stop now.”

you frown worriedly. his stutter only comes out anymore when he’s stressed beyond belief. if it’s coming out now, when the only thing keeping him up should be the words flowing through his brain, then things are worse than you’d originally thought.

“that’s three whole days from now, love,” you say softly, not giving voice to your worries just yet. “you’re already almost done, you said so this morning. you’ll have time.”

he groans, pulling out of your embrace to slump his head into his hands. you watch, feeling helpless, as his hands fist into his hair. “b-but it’s not perfect, i n-n-need to—t-t-to—fuck—“

your heart clenches. you move from your spot on the arm of his chair to sit on his desk beside his computer, pulling his glasses off and coaxing him forward until his head is pillowed on your lap. he’s so tense he’s trembling, or maybe that’s him trying to keep it together. either way, you’re suddenly terrified.

“what’s going on, bill?” you ask, your voice pitched so low that if he wasn’t so close he wouldn’t be able to hear it. your fingers brush through his hair, soothing where he had pulled on it. “this isn’t about the book, is it?”

he shakes his head, pulling himself closer to you. like this, he reminds you so painfully of the little boy you’ve only ever seen in the few pictures he has of his childhood. he doesn’t seem inclined to speak but you know you just have to give him time. you keep stroking through his hair.

eventually, he sighs, his breath warm against your bare thigh. he squirms a bit, not eager to open up, but he’s always been brave, and your heart swells with pride for him even as he mumbles, “w-what if they h-hate it?”

all at once, you get it.

“oh, baby,” you soothe, bending your head to kiss the back of his neck. he holds onto you tighter, not willing to show you his face yet. “is this about the losers?”

miserably, he nods, his forehead rubbing onto your thigh. he doesn’t say anything else but you don’t really need him to. you understand what he means now, because the book he’s writing—the book all about the childhood trauma he and his friends faced that, even now, you can barely hope to understand—is the most important thing he’s ever done. you know he feels the pressure to get the story right without telling too much, and you know he feels the pressure of telling his friends’s stories without doing it wrong. it’s a lot, and if this were any other book you might even tell him to do away with the idea, but you know that he needs to.

“w-what i-if they h-h-hate it?” he asks again, much quieter this time, the words smeared into your skin. his voice is damp and his shoulders tremble even more. “w-what if i-i f-f-fuck it up a-and—“

“bill,” you interrupt him, gently. you tug at his shoulders until he sits up, looking up at you with his watery blue eyes. you sigh, leaning down to press your foreheads together. “you know they’re not going to hate it.”

he whimpers, just slightly, and your heart breaks. “b-but w-what if—“

“but what if nothing, love.” you thread your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp the way you know he likes. “you’ve been talking to them about it the entire time. you haven’t made any decisions about this book without everyone’s approval. you know how much they already love it.”

he’s silent, just staring into your eyes, so you smile softly, bringing one hand to cup his jaw. “if you’re really so worried, call them in the morning and talk to them about it. they might be able to help.”

bill stares at you for a second longer before he blows out a sigh and nods. his shoulders slowly stop trembling, the tension leaking out of him until he slumps against your chest.

“t-thank you, baby,” he mumbles against your collarbone, adorable exhausted now that you’ve managed to get through to him. you grin to yourself, kissing the top of his head.

“come now, billiam,” you say, adopting the tone that richie or eddie or stan might use to make fun of your husband. “it’s time for bed.”

he huffs a weak laugh, pulling back to kiss you gently. “anything for you.”

it’s cheesy but you know he means it. your cheeks flush pink even as you hop down from his desk, twining your hands together to tug him out of the room after you turn off his computer and lamp. he just lets you lead him to your bedroom, his eyes barely staying open now that he’s broken his own trance. even now, after all your years of being together, after everything he’s been through and all that he’s told you of the horrors he faced, the fact that he trusts you so completely still makes your chest burn with your love for him.

your bedroom is just as dark and quiet as you left it and you waste no time climbing back into bed. you don’t bother taking off your clothes, you’re too tired and comfortable anyways, so you just lean against the headboard and watch him strip off his shirt and jeans until he’s left in his boxers.

he climbs into bed beside you, but instead of curling up and nodding off the way you thought he would, he cuddles up beside you, nestling his head on your shoulder and slinging a heavy arm over your hips. his leg nudges between yours and his other arm slides between you and the mattress, effectively trapping you against him. you don’t mind one bit.

“thank you, (y/n),” he says again, sweeter now in the darkness. he’s no stranger to intimacy and he knows exactly how to put his thoughts into words, but sometimes simpler is better. maybe it’s because you and him work together so well that everything becomes simple. no problem is too big with you by his side. “i love you. i d-don't know what i’d do without y-you.”

you press your lips to his forehead. “i love you too, bill.”

you want to wax your own poetry to him, go into all the intricacies of how much you love him and how much you know you are better with him by your side, but your eyes are suddenly too heavy to keep open anymore. he’s soft and warm on top of you, relaxed now as he slips into sleep, and you aren’t far behind him.

that’s alright, you think as your eyes drift closed. you can just tell him in the morning.

#bill denbrough #adult bill denbrough #adult bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough x you #bill denbrough x y/n #the losers club #the losers club imagine #the losers club x reader #it (2017) #it (2019) #it (movie) #it movie #richie tozier #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #my writing

[kenzie-ann27]

I finally got around to watching one of john mulaney's specials on netflix (at my sister's insistence) and now I'm just upset that no one thought to cast him as the adult eddie

#like... he has that chaotic energy #could you imagine that chemistry though #from now on when i talk about adult eddie please assume john mulaney is who i am imagining #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter two #reddie #also could you even begin to imagine john mulaney and jdg in a room together

[thatwriterkei]

Hi there!! Welcome to my birthday sleepover! This will run from August 17th to August 21st(my birthday). I will most likely not take any blurbs or short writings this time around since I have a big series coming out soon and I need to prioritize my time on that, as well as work and school for next month. The following options for the sleepover are listed below:

• 💖 for cast my mutuals as..

• 🎶 for a song recommendation

• 👀 for FMK

• ✨ for a moodboard of your choice(your name, a character, etc.)

• 💫 for a discussion on a concept

• 💌 I'll compliment your blog

• 🎱 ask me anything!

_________________

Tagging (a lotta) mutuals for signal boost and who might be interested:

@beauregard-s @demoniclust @kelieah @theamazingtomholland @ariistotles @asonofpeter @the-salty-asian @fucking-greywater @soulwillower @peachybloomss @peachy-wolfhard @seamlessly-dreaming @parkerpeter24 @parkeret @mischiefandi @just-jordie-things @stenbrozier @19tozier @bruciecaboosie @brxken-heartsclub @anapocalypseinmymind @simplesammyx @parker-potters @peeterparkr @peterspideyy @imthefloor

#kei's blabbers #ask meh!! #kei's birthday sleepover #richie toizer imagine #richie trashmouth #richie #it richie #adult richie #peter parker blurb #peter #peter parker #michelle jones #moodboards #moodboard #sleepover #eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak imagines #beverly marsh imagines #it beverly #ben hanscom #it ben hanscom #bill denbrough imagines #bill denbrough #it losers club #mike hanlon #it mike hanlon #it movie #spiderman imagines #spiderman

[paper-lilypie]

It AU where everything is the same except during Eddie’s d**th scene, Richie and Eddie are played by their kid actors.

#just imagine #richie running back to eddie #and then #in the next shot #instead of seeing bill hader kneel in front of eddie #its finn #and it all plays out exactly the same #with finn’s richie holding jack’s eddie in his arms #the other losers appear as adults and try to yank Richie away #and all you hear is young Richie’s voice calling out to his dead best friend #once outside #its Bill’s Richie again up to the quarry #:’) #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2019 #it chapter 2 #this is the opposite of a fix it #oops? #zip it lily

[doodle--writes]

Temptations- Adult Eddie Kaspbrak X Reader

Word Count: 2968

Warnings: Cursing, smut, alcohol

Request: Hello! I was wondering if I could request a smut for adult Eddie Kaspbrak please? Maybe where the reader is a member of the losers club and her and Eddie had crushes on each other when they were younger and those feelings came back when they met up again at the restaurant. Maybe have it be set towards the end of the film and Eddie survives and figures what the hell and just gives into his feelings. Thank you so much in advance! ☺️

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When Mike had called, you were in the middle of teaching a lesson to your fourth period class. At first, you had let the phone buzz in your purse. The second time, you let it buzz again. The third time, you sighed, just throwing the answer key to the previous night's assignment under the ELMO to let the kids check their own work.

You pulled out your phone and answered. "Hello Ms. L/N speaking- if you'd please call at a later time- I'm in the middle of a lesson."

"Y/N, it's Mike."

The class had gone quiet so they could try and hear your conversation. You gave them all a slightly scolding yet somewhat amused look as you stepped out of the classroom. Outside, you spotted a teacher with her plan period across the hall.

You hurried over, phone still near your face but not quite pushed against it.

"Hey Diana," you smiled nervously, "can you take my class for a few minutes? They're juniors, it shouldn't be much trouble."

Seeing you had your phone, she nodded with a small smile and wordlessly stepped into the classroom.

You started walking towards the teacher work room and put the phone back to your ear. "Hello, yes, I'm sorry about that. I had to leave my classroom," you sighed. You lightly shook your head and forced a smile although the mystery man on the other side of the line wouldn't be able to see it. "So, I don't believe I know a Mike. Are you sure this isn't the wrong Y/N?"

"I'm positive. It's Mike Hanlon, from Derry. We used to be friends."

"I-" you paused, something starting to poke at your memory. You began to walk a bit faster, heels clicking viciously against the tile floor. "You were homeschooled weren't you? Had a little farm?"

"There we go. You remember."

"Yeah I do," you hummed softly, now wondering why on earth he was calling you after... how long? ... 27 years?

"It's back."

When you woke up, you were laying on a sickbed in the school infirmary, your legs just barely fitting on it. You moved your legs to the floor and sat up. The room spun a bit but it slowed down after a few moments.

You didn't remember much after that other than the pain as you collapsed in the middle of the hallway and hushed but panicked voices nearing.

_____

A few footsteps shuffled in and began to bombard you with questions over whether or not you were alright. Truthfully, you weren't and you'd say you weren't, but with a totally different explanation.

"Oh you see, I had a family emergency. My mom... she..." You struggled to come up with an excuse since your mother had passed away about a decade prior.

Luckily, one of the staff members, Diana from earlier, changed the subject. "How many days do you need off?"

The flight and arrival in Derry was all blurred to you. You were shocked you had managed to function like an actual human being. Or at least you thought you did; you couldn't say for certain.

"Maybe a week," you smiled small, but you hoped, you prayed it was less.

_____

Although as you entered the Jade Orient, part of your sanity seemed to return. You were clearheaded as you talked to the hostess, mentioning that you were there for a party of eight.

She gestured back towards a seating area that was blocked off by a wooden screen. You were hesitant to enter, there was no doubt about that, but you stepped in and gave a sigh of relief. There was no jump scare or moment of shock; just faces you knew that had aged over the years.

Mike and Bill were engrossed in a conversation that made both of their eyes light up. You overheard something about Bill's writing- oh yeah Bill was a famous writer now- and Mike's library.

Now, the other two were antithetical in comparison; Richie and Eddie were sitting across from each other, making fun of each other, bantering.

You smiled to yourself. Just like old times.

Richie was in the middle of a 'your mom' joke before he looked up and whistled. "Oh damn who is that thiccums over there?"

Working with high school students, you knew exactly what that meant and you turned red, shaking your head, but unable to stop smiling. "Keep it in your pants Richard." You held your arms out to hug him. "But get your ass over here and give me a hug."

Richie nearly leaped from his seat, tripping over his gangly legs, and wrapped his equally long arms around you.

It felt weird having Richie, who used to be shorter than you, stand above six foot and hug you so tightly, but it felt nice.

After he pulled away, he laughed. "Shit, you're showing me up. I got the dad bod and here you are with childbearing hips and an itty bitty waist."

You laughed embarrassedly. "Oh Richie you're flattering me."

You turned back towards the table, ready to speak but you stopped yourself. Staring at you was a slender but sharp face with inquisitive eyes as big as a Disney princess. His nose had sharpened in angles over the years but very faintly you could see familiar freckles from sunshine trailing over both cheeks and his nose.

He smiled at you and you smiled back, feeling the heat of a childhood crush fill your cheeks. "Hi Eddie."

He was up on his feet in an instant, pulling you close and into a hug that was almost too tight. Just almost. Yet you found your embarrassment fading and your cockiness growinf. "Miss me that much?"

He pulled away almost immediately, rambling over how it was "so amazing to see you" and how you "grew up to look exactly like your mother".

You rolled your eyes but your smile stayed as you went to squish his cheeks. "And you haven't changed at all," you cooed.

And you drank. Richie drank. Bill drank. Mike drank. Even Eddie, who had scolded you once or twice for underage drinking, drank to the point of delight.

He lightly pushed your hand away before you turned to the rest of the group, laughing. "I don't know about you guys, but I need a drink!"

______

When Ben and Bev arrived, they joined the festivities.

You didn't quite remember how, but you ended up in Eddie's lap, giggling, feeling like a teenager again. He felt the same as he had an arm lazily wrapped around your waist.

He kept his arm there as he walked you back to the townhouse; neither of you felt like it was suitable to drive back with how drunk you were.

The walk upstairs was jovial as you swung your hands together and laughed even though no jokes were told.

But the air changed once you had reached the top. Eddie's bedroom was closest and you weren't sure if he dragged you in or if you had pulled him in, but that didn't matter at all.

As soon as the door was closed, arms were wrapped snug around your waist, a chest surprisingly tough pressed against yours.

Eddie was staring at you, mouth barely agape, breathless. Inside he was panicking some but God he knew he wanted this.

"Tell me to stop," he warned.

You returned his look, but yours carried a smugness to it; like you were confident in the first place that things would go accordingly.

"Don't you dare stop."

With that, Eddie's mouth slammed against yours in a way that threw you off guard entirely. Eddie, as long as you had known him, had been somewhat pristine. Sure, he could be as loud as Richie and much angrier, and he was no Stan, but Eddie always had a neatness to him.

So to see him do something so intense, so sloppy took your breath away.

You kissed him back with a similar if not equal force that made your lips tingle and burn.

Your arms planted themselves around his neck; your hands grasped onto fistfuls of hair just as soft and thick as it had been before Eddie even hit puberty.

Eddie pulled away slightly, your lips maybe a centimeter apart, foreheads pressed together. "Maybe we should move this to the bed?" He phrased it more so as a question than a statement.

You nearly agreed, but you remembered something. "Eddie, we can't. You're married." You pulled your arms away from him and stepped back. "I don't care if your marriage isn't going well. I don't want to be the one to make you cheat." You looked to the ground, feeling as if you had sobered up.

Eddie stepped back a foot and tried to look anywhere that wasn't you. "Y-yeah, right. Sorry, I think I drank too much."

"I did too." You slowly made your way closer to the door before you told him, "have a good night, Eddie."

The following hours and days, you weren't exactly sure how long the process of killing a demon clown was, were grueling. Yet, all of you made it.

He mumbled something in return, but you didn't hear it because you were already down the hall.

_____

Yes, there were extremely terrifying moments that made you feel like you pissed yourself. Like when: Bill nearly drowned in water, Richie got put in the deadlights, Mike tried to get you all to do a ritual that killed the original casters, Ben had more shit carved into his stomach, Bev nearly drowned in blood, Eddie was stabbed in the fucking face, and you nearly suffocated at one point.

You took joy in watching the house on Neibolt Street collapse into itself. That house that had haunted you for nearly three decades was finally gone.

You looked around at your friends. Everyone was dirty and covered in blood of their own or even someone else's. "Hey guys," you began, "how about we go swimming?"

A small chorus of delayed and tired 'yeah's followed. All of you walked through town, ignoring those who looked at you like you were insane.

About halfway there, Eddie squirmed his way next to you and reached out for your hand.

After the quarry, you all went back to the townhouse, deciding to rest up before you'd all inevitably leave Derry once again. Only this time, you wouldn't forget. You'd remember your friends and go on in life with them as your friends.

You let him.

___

Quietly, you walked to your room and as soon as you could, you took a long shower. You took great care in getting all of the blood and dirt off of your skin. You washed beneath your nails. You spent time carefully working the knots out of your hair.

Once you were out, you walked to your luggage, going through it for anything comfortable. You wondered if you had left some things from a previous trip inside because you did not remember packing lingerie.

You thought about it for a moment before saying fuck it and you put on the lingerie with a small satin robe over it.

Just as you tied the robe, a knock came on the door. "Y/N, may I come in?" It was Eddie's voice.

"Yeah come on in, Eddie," you called, going to sit on the end of your bed.

Eddie carefully opened the door, and peeked his head inside before he completely appeared. You noted that he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You had never seen Eddie in sweats before and you weren't complaining at the change.

Eddie's cheeks went red at the sight of you but he sat next to you nonetheless.

"So I called it off with Myra."

Those were not at all the words you expected.

"Woah Eddie, I'm sorry." You reached out to put your hand on his shoulder.

He sighed and turned toward you. "This week made me realize something. Well, more accurately, it made me remember something." He takes one of your hands between his own. "I care for you more than anyone else. You make me laugh, you make smile, you make me brave. You do all these things to me and I know what that means. I think I've known since we were kids." He looks into your eyes. "I love you."

You practically tackled Eddie, knocked him back onto the mattress and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, but it lingered as you cupped his non injured cheek with your hand. "I love you too Eddie. So much."

You kissed him again, slightly harder this time and planted yourself to where you were straddling him.

It didn't take long for you to feel something underneath you. Just the thought of it was enough to drive you crazy.

Just like Eddie had said once before, you looked down at him and said, "tell me to stop."

He quickly shook his head. He wanted this even though he wasn't exactly sure what all of this entailed.

You leaned down to kiss him once again before dragging your lips down to his jaw. You found a spot that made his breath hitch in his throat and decided to mark it, gently biting and sucking until you left a deep purple mark there.

Eddie groaned before switching gears. You were the one laying on your back as Eddie kneeled between your legs. "Can we get this robe off?"

You leaned up a little before untying the robe and tossed it to the floor.

Eddie took a moment to stare at you. You wore baby doll lingerie; essentially a type of intimate nightgown that's usually see through.

That's exactly how yours was. He could see your nipple starting to poke at the fabric, stretching it.

He reached down and gently squeezed your chest, earning a shaky breath. He moved to cup your breast, his thumb tracing your nipple. You whined a bit at the feeling of lace scratching over it and the feeling of Eddie's hand.

It had admittedly been quite a while since you had the touch of someone other than your own hand or a Hitachi so you felt extremely sensitive.

In a swift movement, Eddie pulled the fabric away from your chest entirely and replaced his thumb with his tongue. You moaned quietly as he began to work on your chest. His hand found its way to your other breast.

Your legs tried to clench but Eddie sat between them and once he felt that, he moved his attention downwards.

He moved back and grabbed the waistband of your panties. He looked at you. "May these come off?"

You nodded. "Yes take them off. Please."

He gingerly slid them down your legs before tossing them onto your robe.

He leaned down between your legs but didn't use his mouth yet. Instead, he tested the waters with one finger, first rubbing your clit, which earned a whine. Then he stuck a finger in to see exactly how needy you were. The answer? Very.

Eddie began to methodically finger you while his tongue flicked against your clit repeatedly. Just knowing that Eddie was the one doing it made your heart beat fast and your head dizzy.

"Eddie," you moaned, "more."

With that, Eddie added a second finger and began to curl them inside of you, earning a somewhat loud gasp. You put your hand over your mouth, fully aware that Richie's room was the next one over and man you did not want that conversation tomorrow morning.

It didn't take long for you to tangle your fingers in Eddie's hair and chant his name. He ate you out more viciously, his fingers pumping in and out at a rate that made you dripping wet.

When your orgasm came, you bucked your hips up, moaned into your hand, and squirted. Luckily Eddie was out of the way by that point. You knew how he was about bodily fluids but he didn't seem to mind right then.

He leaned down and kissed you. You were much more eager in the kiss as you tried to get over the high of your orgasm. He whispered praises into your ear and after a moment, you switched it over again.

Now Eddie was beneath you as you slid his sweats and boxers down in one swoop.

You looked at Eddie. "Do you care whether or not we use a condom?"

He shook his head, surprising himself. "Not at all."

You whispered a small "thank god" before lining yourself up with him. You slid down onto him with a lewd mew.

Eddie's hands found themselves on your hips, lightly squeezing. A nearly lightheaded feeling washed over you, but you admittedly wanted more.

You brought your hips back up before sliding down onto his cock again, making both of you groan.

You rested your hands on his chest as both of you whimpered and groans at each slap of your thighs against his torso.

It felt like an embarrassingly short time before your thighs tried to clench around him.

It felt embarrassing for him as well once he began to feel the coil in his stomach tighten.

You came with a rather pornographic moan and your walls tightened around Eddie. The sensation was enough to finish him off, making him cum.

Breathlessly, sex drives and overall shape not as great as it used to be, the both of you lay down.

You find yourself cuddling into Eddie's chest as one of his legs lazily lays over your own.

Eddie sighs happily. "Well that's like a wet dream come true."

You giggle. "And one hell of a way to start a relationship."

Eddie smiles softly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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Miss America and the Heartbreak Prince//Teen!Eddie Kaspbrak

A/N: Requested by @lover1307

Prompt: Based on the song “Miss, America and the Heartbreak Prince” by Taylor Swift on her new album Lover. In this imagine Eddie, the reader, and the rest of the losers are all in high school. 

Warnings: Bullying, name calling, and slut shaming

“Whore!” 

You winced but kept your head held high as you walked through the hall ways with all the grace of the pageant queen you were. Beverly, who had been walking next to you spun on her heels and flipped the offending boy off with a hard glare before whirling back around and squeezing you wrist. You kept walking, trying to look cool and uncaring at the petty insults of seventeen year old boys. Except it wasn’t just senior boys saying these things about you. It was boys in every grade and the girls too. The girls were worse actually. 

“Just ignore him Y/N. He’s a creep.” Beverly reminded you with a concerned glance. You turned your head to face her and smiled weakly. 

“Thanks Bev.” The bell rang for class and you stopped in your tracks causing your fiery haired best friend to stop and turn to look back at you. “You can go ahead to class Bev. I forgot something in my locker.”

She raised her brows but you just brushed by her and into the stairwell, leaving her standing there. Alone in the stairwell you leaned your head back against the cold brick wall and lowered yourself into the floor, tucking your skirt under your legs gently and closing your eyes. Oh how far you had fallen in just a year. 

You use to be one of the most popular girls in this school. You’ve been competing in pageants since you were in middle school and had won most of them. You had your eyes set on being Miss.Maine after high school and maybe even Miss.America one day. You still do actually. It was your looks that got you in with the popular crowd in the seventh grade and had kept you there until last year. Until you broke it off with David Sanders for cheating on you with Caroline Silver, who you had considered a friend. It had been messy and painful in a way only high school breaks up could be and in the fall out they said things about you that stuck, things that people believed coming from your boyfriend and best friend. Your reputation was ruined and you suddenly realized your so called friends didn’t care about you at all. 

But Beverly Marsh knew what it was like to have people call her a slut for things she had never done. You had never even talked to her before but she remembered that you had never talked about her either. She sat down with you at lunch one day and the two of you talked about how much you hated your town and 90% of the men in it. She introduced you to the rest of the Loser’s Club and the rest was history. You found it hard to believe that a year ago you didn’t know who Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Stan Uris, Bill Denbrought, or Eddie Kaspbrak were but now they were without a dought the most important people in your life.

The first pageant you did after you met them they all came to and sat in the back row cheering loudly and in Richie's case, catcalling for you. You lost the contest but afterwards Eddie gave you the roses they brought you and you all went out for celebratory milkshakes leaving you with a better feeling than winning ever did. 

That was the night you and Eddie started dating. Eddie was different than the guys you dated in the past and you loved that about him. He was sarcastic and witty, vulnerable and anxious, chatty and always present, loyal and loving. Good or bad you loved being with him. But you never wanted him to see how badly the rumors affected you. You knew the losers all knew the truth and that was what mattered but even after a year it hadn’t gotten any easier to hear the whispers when you walked down the halls or the names thrown at you by the particularly brave. Your mother told you to ignore them, keep your head held high like a queen but it was much easier said than done. Breaking down in the girls bathroom or the stairwell wasn’t a new occurrence for you but you refused to let yourself cry in front of your friends or your classmates that tried to break you down. 

“There you are!” You stiffened and looked up to see Ben standing by the door on the stairs above you. He turned his head and called out into the hall, “Guys, she’s in here!” 

You hastily wiped your eyes and stood up, trying to keep what was left of your dignity. The rest of the Losers suddenly appeared behind Ben but it was Eddie that ran down the stairs and stopped in front of you. “Are you okay?! Beverly told us some guy yelled at you and you ran off.” He took your hand and squeezed it but his face kept its worried frown.

“Yeah, she pulled us all out of class to come hunt you down!” Mike added from the top section on the stairs.

You smiled weakly. “I’m sorry guys, you shouldn’t have left class for me. We don’t all need to get detention over this.”

“She’s right, we shouldn’t have.” Stan added deadpan only to get shoved by Bill. You laughed lightly knowing Stan was joking.

Eddie rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you. “Seriously though, are you okay? What did that guy say to you?”

You shrugged your shoulders which was enough for him to know it was the same type of thing everyone called you lately. Eddie’s frown deepened. “I’m really sorry we go to school with a bunch of idiots Y/N. You’re too good for them you know.”

He stressed, squeezing your hand again. You forced a smile and nodded. “Thanks Eds.” He rolled his eyes again making you burst out laughing.

“Hey, how come she gets to call you Eds?!” Richie pointed at you with mock jealousy. “You homewrecker!”

“Beep beep Richie!” You laughed which made Richie smile with pride.

The bell for next period interrupted you all and signaled it was time to head for lunch. Together you all walked back into the hall and made your way to the cafeteria. You were walking through the crowd, holding Eddie’s hand and listening to Mike tell you about a new book he read when suddenly you felt a rush of wind pass you and almost knock you down, pulling up your skirt as they went and laughing. You stumbled into Mike with a squeal and he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you steady. That’s when you looked up and relived that it wasn’t a gust of wind but Jamie Carson, Brian’s best friend. He was laughing so hysterically at the “joke” that he was leaning against one of his buddies for support. He was pointing at your skirt as he laughed. Your cheeks went red as you quickly readjusted your skirt, pushing off of Mike’s shoulder. You opened your mouth to yell at him but before you could say anything there was a high-pitched scream from beside you.

You had never seen Eddie in a fight before. You were almost possitive he had never actually fought anyone besides the time he told you he and the other losers pelted the Bower’s gang with rocks. So you weren’t surprised that everyone around you seem to pause simultaneously at the sight of Eddie Kaspbrak, anxious,hypochondriac, and founding member of the Losers Club racing across the hall and throwing his body into Jamie Carson’s. He straddled the taller boy’s chest and grabbed Jamie’s shirt in one hand and swung his other fist wildly and without a clear direction. The first blow broke the spell that had been cast over Derry high school and the hall broke into chaos. 

Jamie tried scooting back from Eddie but got clocked in the jaw while doing so. Mike and Bill grabbed at Eddie’s shoulders and arms trying to pull him off Jamie. Beverly looked like she wanted to jump into the mix, but Ben wouldn’t let go of her hand, keeping her back. Stan watched the fight with wide eyes, frozen in his spot. Richie stood by your side, cheering proudly with enthusiasm for his boy.  Eddie was yelling too, a string of obscenities in Jamie’s face. Mike and Bill got hold of Eddie pulling him back by their grip on his arms. He didn’t try and fight them. Jamie sat up, blood pouring from his nose that sat at a crooked angle on his face. He touched it gingerly staring at Eddie in shock. Eddie glanced over at you and your open-mouthed stare, then down at the floor.

Someone in the crowd yelled teacher and the rest of the day became a blur. Jamie disappeared from the crowd, if he got in another fight he would be expelled, while you and the rest of the Losers made a barrier around Eddie to hide his disheveled form. The next few hours were a blur before you found yourself kneeling on the bathroom rug with Eddie sitting on the tub edge, wincing as you cleaned the blood off his busted knuckles.

“You don’t think that I could get hepatitis from this do you? Or-, Or what about AIDS? You don’t think some of Jamie’s blood could have had AIDS in it and gotten into my hand do you?!”

You applied more alcohol than necessary making Eddie wince and glared up at him. “Is that really what you’re worried about right now?! You just got into a fight with Jamie Carson, he could have killed you, and you’re worried about AIDS?”

Eddie shrugged softly, “It’s better than worrying about what my mom’s going to say when she finds out I got into a fight.” He admitted sadly.

Your heart softened; you closed your eyes with a sigh. “Why did you have to hit him Eddie?”

Eddie was quiet, watching you apply a bandage to his hand gently. “I’m sick of seeing them pick on you Y/N. You don’t deserve it, any of it.” His voice was soft and sad. You hadn’t realized how much what was happening to you affected him until now. “You were crying today in the stairwell and then as soon as you felt better some dick tries to knock you down again. And I’m sick of it. I just lost it.”

You kissed the bandage on his hand gently and then kissed his lips softly. “I love you Eddie Kaspbrak.”

He smiled at you, “We’re going to get out of here Y/N. As soon as we graduate. We’re getting out of here.”

You wrapped your arms around his stomach and pulled him into a grateful hug. You felt him kiss your head and you nodded.

“Together.”

“Together.”

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