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bagerfluff · 4 months

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Cuddles

Eddie Kaspbrak x Male Reader

Prompt - “I demand cuddles”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rodolfoparras · 3 months

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Thinking about Joe Bear Graves who claims that he doesn’t care about who you sleep with since you’re only friends with benefits, even encourages you to walk up and talk to the man who’s been eyeing you up on a night out, well encouraging would be a bit of an exaggeration since he just said “do whatever the hell you want” before he stormed off to the bar to order another round

But you don’t even get a kiss in before Bear is storming into the stall that you and the stranger were in.

“Out” Joe says, sounding out of breath but firm as ever with his request.

The man who’s down on his knees, fingers hooked onto the waistband of your jeans looks confused as ever seeing Joe standing there.

“Didn’t your hear me? Get out,” Joe repeats sounding much more firmer now as he tugs at the man’s sleeve, forcefully pulling him up to his feet.

The man swiftly gets up but turns to look at you as if you’ll defend him only to see a smile your face chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, and eyes glued to Joe who looks furious.

The man almost trips over his feet as he scrambles out of there.

However he’s long gone from your mind as Joe pushes you up against the wall of the bathroom stall, crashing his lips onto your own, and grinding his clothed cock up against your own

“Do whatever the hell you want huh? “ you mutter against his lips in a teasing tone

#joe bear graves #Joe bear graves x reader #Joe bear graves x male reader #x male reader #male reader #Joe graves #Joe graves x reader #six (2017)#I hope my boys find this

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freak-accident419 · 2 months

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The Little Things

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: Upset that Josh has been overly stressed and traumatized recently, you decide to surprise him with a short getaway, a temporary escape—you were going to take him to see a dinosaur.

WC: 1.8k

Content: fluff, mentions of death, gender neutral reader, short but sweet, kissing, listening to music, quiet yet comfortable company, few curse words

(A/n: this oneshot is heavily inspired by the movie Palm Springs which was brought to my attention from something @rynsfandomsfun reblogged—it was a sweet movie. Also, don’t play the preview of the song attached, but listen from the beginning when it plays in the fic :) )

“Hey. Wake up…”

Your gentle voice and light shaking seemed to do the trick as you sat patiently on the edge of his bed. “Y/n?” Josh grumbles drowsily, gradually waking up as he rubs his eyes with his fingers. “Shit… what time is it…?”

You chuckle amusedly at his demeanor. “Approximately two a.m. But that’s not so important,” you answer, watching him use his arms to lift himself up against his bed frame, now in a sitting position.

He faced you with groggy bewilderment until his eyes suddenly widened once they inevitably trailed over to your lap. “Shit—Y/n, is that the TTD?” Josh gasped. The revelation seemed to have woken him up completely, his shock clashing with your nonchalant smirk. “But that would mean—”

“Yes, I stole it from Tiger and Wolf while they were sleeping. And yeah, I’m aware they’d kill me if they ever found out, but they’ll never know we even left, ’cause lucky for us, now we have a damn time machine,” you grin softly.

“‘Left’? Wait, what—what are we doing?”

You chuckle, admiring the adorably confounded look on his face. You were so thrilled to break the news to him, anticipating his reaction. “I’m gonna take you to see a dinosaur.”

You didn’t mean to get tied into all of this. Well, technically, none of you were meant to. However, Josh was your best friend, and one day, you two hung out in his room as you watched him play and attempt to beat his favorite game Biotic Wars. And you never would’ve guessed the shit you both would go through after that.

As his best friend, you knew him very well and were able to read him even if he was across the room from you. Therefore, you could always sense when he was upset and miserably exhausted. So when those two airheaded dipshits from the future constantly mistreated and belittled him, you couldn’t help but feel resentment towards them and pity towards your best friend. And the moment you saw him covered in his co-workers’ blood after him witnessing his colleagues brutally chop them up to shove inside a possum incinerator, you were just about done with all of this bullshit.

So when the day became night, you snuck into Tiger and Wolf’s weird sewer hideout, stealing their TTD. And then you snuck into Josh’s house, planning to steal him too.

Josh’s face beams as he heard your proposal, and it was probably the first time you’ve seen him genuinely smile ever since he got involved in that savior crap.

“I’m gonna see a dinosaur?” You answered him with a smug nod. “You’re not fucking with me? I’m gonna see a dinosaur? H-holy—holy shit!”

You knew he wanted this before, hell, you were right there when he begged Tiger and Wolf for it back in 1969. And so, because of all the bullshit he undeservingly had to deal with, you wanted to give him a break or reward. You just wanted to see your friend happy again, like how he was before this entire mess.

In life, you had to enjoy the little things—which says a lot about your lives right now, considering that traveling back in time to see a dinosaur could be considered as such. The two of you needed a break, even just for less than a day where you didn’t have to worry about saving the world or killing people.

You take out an index card and found a pen on his desk. “What time is it?” You ask him, taking the cap off of the pen with your teeth.

“Uh, two—uh, two thirty-four,” he answered after glancing at the clock. “Am I—Am I seriously going to see a dinosaur? Are—are we actually going to the jurassic period?”

You scribbled down the time so you’d know when exactly you should get back, just to avoid any complications. “Yes,” your answer was muffled as you laugh softly, taking the cap out of your mouth to place it back over the pen. You shoved the note in your pocket then took Josh’s hand, helping him get up from his bed to stand up in his room. You open the TTD and began to play around with the controls.

“Do you even know how to use that thing?” He asked, looking over all the cryptic symbols and confusing interface, then back at you.

“Uhh, general idea,” you reply, clicking around the device some more until you finally placed your arm around his shoulder. “You ready, Josh?”

He blinked, then nodded eagerly. “Are you serious? Hell, yeah! Holy shit! No way! I’m gonna see an actual, fucking dinosaur!”

You weren’t quite used to the feeling of traveling through time, but at least it got easier every time you did. Bright blue lights and volts surrounded the two of you, feeling a gust of wind blow into your face and whole being, and even heat from the electrical currents. And then, in less than five seconds, you two appeared in a jungle, late at night, in the late jurassic period.

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You two sat down on a thick branch of a tallish tree, the soft light of the moon kissing your faces. It was dangerous to be in such a wild and unpredictable time, surrounded by deadly, barbaric creatures, so the tree would be a pretty safe place to watch the dinosaurs from. Except the surrounding area was practically empty, so you just waited for them to emerge.

Your shoulders brushed as you enjoyed the silence between the two of you—which was actually ceased fairly quickly once Josh communicated a thought that had practically gnawed at him for days.

“Hey, I just wanna say I’m, uh… I’m sorry that I dragged you into this, Y/n,” he finally says, looking at you pitifully. He looked really nice in the moonlight, you thought. “Wolf and Tiger, they’re insane, and I—shit, if I never invited you over then none of this would fucking—”

“Hey, hey, shut up, will you?” You snickered, offering a forgiving grin. “You didn’t drag me into this. The both of us never would’ve expected any of this bullshit, okay? Like, genuinely.” Josh nodded, but you still sensed some remaining guilt in him. “Hey. If I was gonna be wrapped into this crazy fucking mess with somebody, I’m glad it was with you. You’re my best friend. My ride or die.”

The corner of his lips curled into a sweet, appreciative smile. “Thanks,” he replied coyly. “And, uh, thanks for this. I know there’s no dinosaurs right now, but… I really appreciate the gesture. Like, Tiger and Wolf, they would’ve—”

“They definitely would’ve killed me, yes,” you laughed softly. “But… you’re worth all the crazy fucking discipline.”

With this lighting, you could never see how his cheeks flushed pink. But you knew he was blushing, from how the corner of his eyes crease and the way his wide smile accentuated his cheeks, revealing his pearly white, perfect teeth. He lets out a quiet giggle, and the two of you continued to watch the horizon of the dark, yet mesmerizing prehistoric view.

You two held each other’s hands, interlocking one another’s fingers warmly, placing the clasped fists between each other. There was some kind of unspoken thing between you two that you never had time to figure out, mainly because of the recent things you’ve been dealing with. But it was still there, that strange, lingering feeling.

And then…

“Holy shit!” Josh gasped abruptly, sitting up, patting onto your shoulder repeatedly, then pointing his finger far out into the distance. “Y/n, look, shit, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n—”

“Wh—” Your breath hitched as you saw it in front of you. “Shit…”

The several long necks and small heads of brontosauruses were in the distance, peeking out of the whole jungle and its trees, walking slowly towards the left in front of the iridescent moon.

It was beautiful. You never expected it to be. Actually, you really didn’t expect anything, you thought it’d be too surreal to even process. But they were exactly like the history books. They were like the CGI graphics in film and games, the images displayed near their exhibits at museums, the small long, plastic figures that come in clear tubes, and hell, a scene from Spielberg’s Jurassic fucking Park.

“They’re beautiful…” Josh sighs in complete awe.

“They really are…” you mutter, still fascinated by it all, watching the family of dinosaurs walk slowly together, letting out low moans and stomps with each heavy step.

Abruptly, you take out your phone from your pocket, as well as some earbuds. You plug it in, help Josh with the left earpiece and put the right one in yours. And then, you clicked onto a song that you had downloaded prior.

The gentle song began to play softly in your ears. The two of you were mesmerized by the beauty and magnificence of these creatures that you never thought you’d ever see. Your head moves down to rest on Josh’s shoulder as you two admired the dinosaurs from afar. The light pressure of you against his shoulder tickled him slightly, which he gulped at, heat rising to his cheeks. Your contact against him felt warm and you felt safe. Even though this was a place where you would most likely get mauled brutally by ‘clever girl’s, you felt nearly invincible with your best friend by your side.

“This is amazing…” he whispered, astonished.

“Yeah,” you sigh, mocking his quiet speech.

A pause.

“You’re amazing…”

You slowly pull away from his shoulder curiously, your eyes leaving the direction of the large, majestic animals. Your eyes look deeply into his, again, the moonlight shining exquisitely on the side of his face, bright enough to reveal some of the hazel tint in his irises. You felt your eyelashes flutter each time you looked from his eyes to his lips. He, too, looked at you intimately and fondly. And then your eyes closed gently once you feel his lips press against yours, hearing the song continue in your ears. The entire moment felt so magical, that you weren’t sure if it was because of the fact that you were in a place where dinosaurs existed or that you were kissing the person you’ve always admired.

You pull away slowly, a silent exchange of eye contact, before kissing him again, with more passion and less hesitance, letting your hands rest behind his neck.

There were no more words between the two of you after. In a good, serene way. Parting from his lips, you rested your head back onto his shoulder, feeling his arm around you from the back and his hand holding your waist. And you two continued to watch the dinosaurs under the stars, holding each other’s hands once more. Enjoying the little things, for now.

You could let this moment go on forever. After all, with the TTD, you had all the time in the world.

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billdenbroughsgirl · 4 months

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HI I LOVE YOUR STORIES CAN YOU DO A HARD SMUT HENRY X MALE READER WHERE HENRY IS THE TOP and it's ok if you don't have to and I follow you

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hihi anon! sorry this was a lil short :( thankyou for the request <3

♡ ANIMAL

in which, henry bowers fucks you like an animal. smut below the cut.

word count: 214

"fuuuck," you breathe out, your back pressed against henry's chest. his arms are wrapped around your torso, holding you up as he fucks you relentlessly. you can hear his pants since his mouth is right next to your ear, he'll occasionally nip at it, or whisper disgusting things, but his words just make you harder. he lets go of your body and moves his calloused hands to your hips, pushing down for a better angle. you gasp--you're sure you can feel his cock in your stomach, and you definitely know you can hear his balls slapping against your ass. "take it so good, y'know," he rasps, and you blush at the praise. he pulls out, so quickly that your brain fogs a bit, and flips you over. "up." he beckons with his index finger, and you sit on your knees, opening your mouth. he grins at that, knowing you're aware of his patterns, and shoves his cock into your mouth. you gag a bit, then adjust, and run the tip of your tongue up his length, swirling it around the tip, he pushes forward, and fucks the back of your throat. your hands come up to cup his balls, and he moans out a "jesus..." before you feel his cum shooting down your throat.

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supercap2319 · 8 months

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"Come on, Y/N. You can tell us the truth. Big Bill here has a small wiener right?" Richie grinned.

It was the summer before their last year of school and during the time between defeating IT and letting Georgie go, Bill had gotten himself a boyfriend and he was welcomed by the Losers Club. Even Beverly, who would visit Derry in the summer, liked Y/N.

Of course, this doesn't mean he was safe from the lewd comments of trashmouth Tozier.

Y/N looks at Richie, who is currently huddled with Eddie underneath a tree by the water of the barrens. "It's a shame you think that. He's great in bed. I don't think I've seen anyone bigger than Bill packing downstairs and it's so hot hearing he stutter that he's going to cum."

For a moment, everyone just stares at them as Bill blushes hard. Eddie breaks the silence. "Bullshit! I call fucking bullshit!"

"Yeah, there's no way Billy's tapped any ass." Richie said.

"Well, he has. Big Bill's no longer a blushing virgin."

That just made Bill blush harder.

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cryptidcorners · 5 months

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Gardenia - Josh Futturman x M!Reader

Description: Being Josh's childhood friend, you never would have expected to see him appear by your doorstep after a month of radio silence. Though, in this particular visit, he's desperate to air out his true feelings before traveling through time. Unknowing if he'll ever come back to see you again.

Media: Future Man!Show

Character: Josh Futturman

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Childhood Friends, Catching Up, Confessions, Light Angst to Fluff, Kissing, Romantic, Comfort, Sweet Stuff

Warnings: Arguing (+ about Josh ghosting reader), Foul Language, Mental Breakdown/Depression Mentions

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Dread twisted in your stomach like rusted wire, and your constant stirring on your mattress was robbing you of any justice of getting any variant of rest. Your eyes grew heavy, dangerously puffy from expelling your grief several dark hours ago. Though, it had only felt like seconds to you. Your thoughts raced like a wild flock of puzzled birds, breath hitching along with it as you slowly fell into decay.

Your gaze was fixed to your glowing digital screen, eyes fixed on your messages with your old friend, Josh Futturman. It had been weeks of endless radio silence, along with your desperate texts. You were more worried than upset if anything. You went to his house to drop off a game you had finished, but his parents said he wasn't there. Along with all the other days you had made excuses to stand at his doorstep.

His parents weren't liars, and they wouldn't deny you. They knew Josh and you were close. You even remembered Diane saying you were helping him in ways they had struggled to for years. Your lip quivered, so why would he leave?

You two only argued once during a blue moon, you shared so much in common and you swore every second was sincere with him. It had always been him, and it had always been you. Ever since you were kids you were inseparable, to the point others figured you were his boyfriend due to how close you were. It was ridiculous.

Yet, here you were, hunched over and dry with internal pain, thoughts still clinging onto the thought of Josh. You were starved to see him again. He understood everything about you, even with the design of your mind being incredibly complicated. Had you done something wrong? Had you offended him? Had he grown tired of you? Did he even like you?

Then, you heard your doorbell. The familiar tune caught you off guard, but it had made you fix up your wrecked expression promptly and sluggishly fix your clothes. You raced downstairs while catching your breath. You were too out of it to care who it was, but you weren't stupid enough to open it at random. You rested your forehead against the door, "Who is it?" you asked weakly.

"Josh," a familiar voice answered. Muffled, and seemingly distressed as well. You jolted up and needily worked your hands to unlock the door. Your face was brimmed with shock. It was him, but covered in bruises and sweat. His curls were lazy and messy, his eyes were wide and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Still, his gentle tone made you weak, relieved. But also incredibly angry. "Hey." He said, "Long time no see?"

You struggled to collect your thoughts. "Yeah." Your eyes narrowed, "Do you want to come inside?"

"Please." Josh stated. You didn't say anything, and gestured for him to walk toward. As soon as you shut the door, he immediately opened his mouth and began rambling, "Look, I'm—, I'm so sorry I didn't talk to you." His eyes met yours, "Trust me, I didn't mean to leave you for so long." Josh stammered, "I was just, so wrapped up in something. And, I wanted to talk to you, but I couldn't, please, I didn't–"

You sucked your teeth, "Where were you Josh?"

"I–" his hands landed heavily at his sides, his face slightly appalled at himself. As if he were a dumbfounded audience. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?" You grew agitated, spilling out your gallons of binded frustration. "Why did you ghost me for over a month? Where . . . Where were you?" You breathed heavily, "I thought you hated me, or something terrible happened to you. God, your parents didn't even know where you were!"

Josh choked out a cry, "You don't understand. I didn't want to hurt you,"

"But you did!" You interrupted. "Josh, why did you leave? What happened?"

"I can't fucking tell you!" Josh shouted. "You wouldn't understand. It's too complicated!" You grabbed him by the shoulder before he could turn around, "No, I don't think you understand. How could you just go with no explanation? You look terrible. What are you running away from?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you." Josh winced, "I'm sorry, okay? Please, I had no choice. I didn't mean to leave you. I didn't do it because I hated you or anything like that, okay?" His breaths were unraveling, "Do you know how much I care about you? You know me. You're my best friend," a low whimper escaped your lips as you stated at him. The tension shifted, and you both gazed at each other longingly. "I love you."

"Josh." You released your grip. "Please, I, don't have much time. I love you, so much. I would never, ever, hurt you." His hands found your face, "I need you to know this." Something grew in your chest, and you brought your head forward. "I love you too."

You don't know who fell first, but you felt relieved once Josh kissed you. His hands scavenged across your back, and you dug your fingers into his hair. He hummed, body relaxing at the feel of you. Once his palm found its way under your shirt, you both collapsed onto your couch.

You were both crosslegged and smothered in each other, skin blazing as your love untangled. His hands found your sides and you were eagerly grabbing his collar to pull him closer. You swear you could see stars once he pulled away, trying to catch his breath. Josh held you close, face still red from the passion you had inflicted just a few seconds ago.

"Hey, I'm sorry." You whispered.

"For what?"

"For getting so angry." You frowned, "I shouldn't have gotten so pissed at something personal happening to you."

Josh cupped your face. You swore you could drown in his eyes, "Don't say that. You deserve to be mad at me, I left you. And it's okay, just . . . stay here with me." You cuddled up next to him with a sleepy exhale, smiling softly. "Stay."

Josh whispered, "I promise I'll make it up to you. In any way I can,"

#🎮 josh futturman #josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh futturman x male reader #josh hutcherson #future man #future man 2017 #guys im the first person to make a josh x m fic #r u proid of me???#writing #writers on tumblr

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horror130 · 27 days

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having Henry Bowers and Vance Hopper obsessed with you would include

" One,two,Daddy is coming for you. Three,four,knocking down your door."- Henry Bowers

“If his filthy hands touch you again, I will kill him!!.”- Vance hopper

💢 You must be a very special and very unlucky person to have these two sociopaths "in love" with you.

💢 You can forget about your social life, since because of Vance's overprotectiveness and Henry's possessiveness, they won't let anyone be close to you, not even your family.

💢 As you can imagine, these two are not at all willing to share you, so you can expect Henry and Vance to fight over you every day, with Henry starting most of the fights since Vance only fights if provoked.

💢 Henry likes to push Vance when he is about to beat the pinball record so that he loses, the last time Henry did this, Grab N'Go ended up completely destroyed.

💢 As much as Vance and Henry hate each other, if they see someone paying too much attention to you, they will join forces and send this MF to hell, but then they become mortal enemies again.

💢 Being in the middle of Vance and Henry's fights can be very annoying and irritating, because they will scream insults at each other while you are in the middle trying to hold your hands over your ear trying to muffle their screams, sometimes they literally have a tug of war with YOU!, but sometimes you can take advantage of their fights to escape.

💢 I imagine you being on a (forced) date with one of them, only for the other to take you (forcibly too) out of that date, just imagine that you and Henry on a date, in the beginning Henry is paying full attention to you, but he you end up getting distracted for a few seconds and when he looks back at you, you've disappeared without a trace, while Henry is confused and pissed as hell and wondering where the hell you are, Vance is holding on tightly (but not to the point of hurting) you hand and taking you to Grab'N Go so you can watch him play pinball.

💢 You can be sure that at some point the two of them would no longer be able to stand each other, and they would literally start a war, and the last one standing would be with you, one of them would die or both of them would kill each other, one or the other, (maybe just Maybe you can stop these two from killing each other).

#it 2017 #it x reader #yandere male #yandere it #vance hopper x reader #it stephen king #yandere vance hopper #Yandere henry bowers #yandere the black phone

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mercedesvince · 10 months

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If your requests are still open, The losers club x male reader who’s popular and doesn’t care if talking to them ruins his reputation.

Losers Club x Popular Male Reader

“Arcade”

[F.N]-Friend’s name

[N.N]- nickname

You doubled over in laughter, putting your hands in your lap, holding up your head. “Oh dude, you gotta be kidding me?” you said looking up, still hunched over. [F.N.] just continued laughing, “No [name] i’m being serious! He really did that! I was standing right next to her!”

You were both laughing at the story [F.N] had said. It involved a guy, who you both new was kind of a douche, asking your friend out. She had obviously rejected him, but if the reason hadn’t been for his reputation, it would’ve definitely been for his very corny and embarrassing pick up line.

“Man, all the good stuff always happens when i’m gone,” you said finally sitting back up, leaning against the bench. [F.N] looked at you, a smiling still adorning their face. “Yeah man, but you were the one who ditched us to go hang out with that losers club”. You looked at your friend, before your smile slightly fell. Rolling your eyes, you responded with “Whatever, they’re super cool once you get to know them, actually, I think you’d get along with Richie”. Your friend just raised an eyebrow, “[Name your like one of my closest friends, but if you keep hanging out with those kids you’re gonna end up being grouped in as a loser,” they sighed. “Yeah, yeah whatever man,” you had not a single care in your tone. You would say that you were pretty popular, nothing you did on purpose though. You just happened to know and get along with a lot people. Probably your charisma, but all that popularity didn’t matter to you. So what if hanging out with the ‘losers club’ ruined your ‘reputation’. You’ll hang out with whoever you want, not because of the benefits they bring, but because you like being around them.

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You made your way out of the school, waving goodbye to your friend who was staying for an after school club. You were technically also supposed to be at that meeting, but you had promised you would hangout with Stan, Eddie, Richie, and Bill at the arcade. [F.N] said he would cover for you, tell them you weren’t feeling well, but you know he was starting to become annoyed with you.

Whatever, he’s not the one hanging out with your friends, this affects him in no way possible so he has no reason to be upset.

With your backpack slung over your shoulder, you spot your friends near their bikes. Smiling you begin to make your way over, until you see Bowers and his little gang beat you to them. He has that cocky smile on his face, clearly saying something insulting to them. Immediately picking up your pace you decide to interrupt whatever Henry was planning.

“Hey guys, what’s up ?” you ask, pretending to not take into account Henry and his little group first. You look directly at your friends, only then do you take a glance at Henry. “Bowers,” you greet. “[Last Name]” he returns. You see his smirk fall, turning into a glare directed at you.

“[N.N]!” Bill greets. “W-What’s up man?” he says. “Nothing much, you guys ready to head out?” Henry watched the whole interaction, he and his two friends started distancing away from the group. “I’ll talk to you later [last name],” he said, still holding a hostile gaze towards you. “Yeah,”you replied watching him and his little group walk off.

There was a moment of awkward silence, before broken by Richie ”Wow thank god for our Knight in shining armour”. A smirk grew on your face as you playful punched Richie on the arm. “I’m gonna start charging you if you keep making me your bodyguard”.

“Oh [N.N], we invited Bev, Ben and Mike to join us. Mike said he’d meet us there. We’re just waiting on Bev and Ben.” Stan said.

“Alright, Cool”.

Once Beverley and Ben joined you guys outside the school, you all headed towards the arcade. You mainly talked to Eddie on the way there as you guys rode your bikes next to each other.

“It’s just so unsanitary of her, I mean we’re dissecting frogs! Why does she think it’s ok if we just do it without gloves!” You listened to Eddie ramble on and complain about his science teacher and the classes new lab. “Yeah man, I mean usually I tell you you’re overreacting, but that’s actually disgusting and probably a safety hazard,” you said, what a gross teacher. “Well at least you’re lucky [name] you got the only good science teacher”. You laughed at Eddie’s comment continuing to make you way to the arcade with the group.

Once at the arcade, Eddie parted ways with Richie, something about Street Fighter. You had previously tried to beat Richie’s record. Thinking you had a chance as you considered yourself pretty good at the game. But you learned that day that no one compares to Richie.

Although you were all still hanging out together, you mainly stuck with Stan at the beginning, the two of you played a few rounds of [favorite arcade game], before trailing off to his favorite machine. At one point you two went to take a turn on Street Fighter with Eddie and Richie, but you moved on after a few rounds.

Bill was mostly playing air hockey with Beverly. You didn’t bother those two too much, and instead went and joined Mike and Ben at Pop-a-Shot, as Stan had left to go play at the Price is Right machine.

You, Mike and Eddie ended up playing Skee-ball at one point. You got the highest score 4/7 times, with Mike getting 3, and Eddie ending up with none, as he was skeptical about touching the plastic balls, saying that his looked “chewed on”. He ended up rolling one or two at least.

Eventually you made your way over to Ben and Bev, who had ended up sitting facing each other in a booth, talking about music. “Alright but have you listened to ‘Covergirl’? Has to be the best one on the album,” you said. “I have to agree Ben, ‘Please don’t Go Girl’ is good, but ‘Covergirl’ is just better”. “You guys are crazy,” ben said smiling. You were all sitting at a small booth, discussing witch song was the best off ‘Hangin’ Tough’.

“Well well what are you nerds talking about?” Richie said walking up to your guys table, taking the empty seat next to you and Bev. You saw Stan slide in next to Ben, followed by Mike. Bill and Eddie soon made their way over, sitting down as well, the booth ended being able to fit all of you somehow. As your guys day came to an end, you ordered a pizza and some mozzarella sticks, laughing and joking with each other. As you sat with your friends laughing, you couldn’t believe you ever considered staying after school and passing up such a good time.

#it x male reader #it x reader #it 2017 #losers club #losers club x reader #losers club x male reader #x male reader #male reader

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miyuuuki · 1 year

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Kinda Crazy…

SYNOPSIS: Dating vic was a roller coaster, more-so considering his violent and cunning nature.

PAIRING: Victor Criss/Masc!Reader

WARNINGS: slut shaming, body shaming, misogyny, slightly toxic relationship.

A/N: quite different from usual content, but I still very much love IT. This is kind of loosely based off of Selena Gomez’s Kinda Crazy song. Really trash but hope y’all enjoy loll.

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You and Vic were a fling, a couple who lasted first semester and barely making it to second.

you did love him, but truly, you couldn’t handle his violence and his behavior.

Even though vic was the “least toughest” or “nicest” member out of all the bowers gang, he was still cruel.

He posed as though he had strong morals, but you knew it all to be untrue.

You’ve noticed how everyone you were once so close to distanced themselves from you, and how anyone who looked at you wrong, always seemed to be hurt.

You’ve even witnessed the countless acts hes done. Burning kids with cigars, jumping people who either wronged you in the past or touched you.

Being misogynistic out of the blue, screaming insults at the losers, especially to both Beverly and Richie.

Calling Beverly, insults such as “skank”, “slut”, “whore”, and many more.

Beating or humiliating Richie, with insults.

You felt as if you couldn’t even touch, speak, or even look at someone without them getting hurt. And you were tired of it, because no matter how much you tried communicating with him, he’d repeat the same empty promise.

“I promise I’ll change, I’ll try.”

So eventually you were fed up and ghosted him, and not too long, broke off the relationship.

By now you still have lingering feelings for him, though barely. At least that’s what you think.

Though you couldn’t say the same for Vic. He’d been calling your phone line, harassing you at school and so on.

And the fact your houses were opposite of each-other, didn’t help at all either.

He could see through your window, and easily visit your house. Though he hadn’t done that, yet.

Right now you were in your bedroom, doing a school project with a classmate.

And it also so happened to be Greta. A girl who slept around, especially with that Patrick guy. It’s rumored they first slept together in 5th or 6th grade.

Greta, was a bitch. No sugarcoating, right now she was barely doing anything. All she had tried to do was you.

“Greta, just go home. I’ll finish the project.”

“If you say so.” She says with a wink before leaving.

You sighed before continuing, you were disturbed by a phone call, once you answered a familiar voice appeared.

“Why did I see Greta fucking Keene coming out of your house?” You heard Vic’s voice.

“What’s it to you?” You said with a annoyed tone.

“Did you do something with that fucking whore!? If so, (name), I’ll fucking kill her! Do you hear me!?” He screamed into the microphone.

“Fucking shit, vic. Do you hear yourself!? You sound like Henry! Fuck off already, it’s been months. Move. On.” You said anger evident in your tone.

irritated, you pulled out the plug of your landline as that wasn’t the only call you received that day.

Though you failed to see Vic watching you through his window.

“Vic? The fuck are you doing here?” Greta said, angered that she was interrupted from harassing beverly.

“What did you and (name) do the other day at his house?” He asked with a shallow tone.

“What’s it to you?” She said.

“What did you do, Greta.” He demanded.

“Why the fuck do you need to know? Don’t tell me you’re still not over him. It’d be pathetic if it’s true.” Greta said laughing.

“Did your whore ass sleep with him!? if so I can gut you like a fucking fish right now.” Reaching into his pocket to hold the switchblade he stole from Henry, though not yet showing it.

“If I said yes?” Greta said with a laugh.

“I’ll make you regret even looking in his direction.” Vic said, grabbing Greta’s hair with a tight grip while grabbing the switch blade.

“Hey!! L-let me go! What the fuck are you trying to do!!?” She screamed.

“Teaching you a fucking lesson, goddamn whore.” Vic responded.

Here you were, in history class watching everyone present, one thing you noticed was Greta not being fucking present.

‘Where the fuck is this bitch, I didn’t fucking write shit for her to read off of just so she can be fucking absent.’ you bitched in your head.

You rose your hand, and asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher agreed so you went out.

“Is she skipping..?” you mumbled wondering.

she said she’d be here today, now where the fuck is she.

You went into the bathroom and was about to go in a stall before someone grabbed the jacket you were wearing and slammed you into the wall.

“What the fuck-! Vic!? You’ve got to be kidding me..” You said, already annoyed.

“Tell me. What did you and Greta do!?” He said.

“Why the fuck do you need to know, leave it alone Vic.” You responded.

“Fine then. You made it easier for me.” Vic said before walking out.

“Easier, how!? Vic!” You said confused.

You thought wondering what he could mean by that.

‘Holy shit.’ You thought before running out after him.

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TAGLIST:

@akiraackerman19 @lizzhearthz @call-me-nev

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lilhoeforevanpeters · 3 months

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stanley uris as a husband

"I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden"

Stanley Uris x GN! reader

I know this fandom is practically dead, but I just really love these characters and the fandom, so for those few of you still out there, hey! feel free to send any requests my way, I might add a masterlist+who I write for. thanks!

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he would do anything for you. you’re cold? here’s a blanket and tea. you’re sad? here’s a hug and forehead kisses.

he would rant to you about birds, and you’d smile and nod along, not really knowing what’s exciting about birds (unless you really like birds), but loving the excitement on his face

occasionally will go bird watching, either following a hike/and or walk

you’d buy a house together and renovate it yourselves

he would paint the living room a green-ish color. like a neutral green

either assisting him with puzzles, or reading a book beside him on the couch while he works on one

when you get married, the losers club is there, making fun of stanley since he managed to get married

him glaring at them and telling you to ignore richie’s jokes, only to be surprised when you start making jokes with richie

you and richie get along really well and are actually besties- which irritates stanley but he knows he can trust richie

when you’re in bed trying to sleep you’ll start asking random questions, to which he will put up with and answer as his eyes are closed

“do fish know about land?”

“probably, baby-love”

speaking of which, EXCESSIVE use of baby-love

he’s the type of husband to be best friends with your mother. prove me wrong

he has ocd (that’s canon, right?)

forehead kisses, kisses on the cheek, or the neck, most of the time anywhere but your lips

of course he’d still kiss your lips all the time, but for a quick solution he’ll resort to those quick pecks

he lets you try on his glasses, even if he thinks it’s childish

he’ll listen to you about your rants, whether it’s something your family said, gossip going around in the neighborhood, or your favorite book series, he’s engaged and listening the entire time

he would tear up while proposing

would 100% propose in a meaningful spot to you two, like the place where you had your first date, etc

the healthiest relationship ever

#stanley uris x male!reader #stanley uris angst #stanley uris x reader #stanley uris x gn!reader #stanley uris #stan uris #stanley uris x fem!reader #it chapter ii #it chapter one #it #it chapter 2 #it 2017 #it 2019 #it 2016 #it stephen king #stephen king it #stephen king #horror films

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yanderefantasies · 2 years

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Ok hear me out yandere bowers gang x short male reader that's Richie's older brother

I think this might he some good tea because it doesn't smell like 👺CaCa👺 to me senor

•I. Feel so bad for Richie. My dude looks up to you- tries hanging out with u a bunch and getting you to join the losers club(despite being like three or four years older than them but whatever)

•But lo and behold- Lady Luck is not on Richie’s side! And that’s shown by the bowers gang approaching his dear sibling, in, what he assumes, a threatening way.

•But that’s dashed away pretty damn quick when instead of scaring and threatening you- once of em wraps a fucking arm around your waist and Henry leans close to you, in what Richie assumes is supposed to be flirty or smth. Eugh.

•Let’s be honest here- You probably only stick around Bowers and his ‘friends’ cause atleast they stay away from your baby brother, per your request. Aaaand their company isn’t too bad,,,, when they aren’t trying to kill every person they see.

•As much as you wanna hang out with Richie and his group of lil friends, you’re dragged around by these crazy mfs practically everywhere, every day.

•’dates’ with them are mandatory. Not cause they’ll hurt you- of course not. But they may just feel inclined to rough up a few people in your name. Which is. Obviously not good. Unless ur into that, and like it when they fight for you. Which,,,, mood.

•At the end of the day- Richie is gonna hafta fuckin deal with it until he finally just loses it cause he’s worried about you. Either you let him help you and stick with Richie and his friends for the whole Pennywise fight thing- oooor you continue to hang around bowers and his friends in the name of ‘protection’ for your little brother. Up to you.

•Either way, shits abt to go down. You stick with the losers club? Those four will do fucking anything to get you back. You stay with them? Goodluck- cause Bowers already gettin influenced by Penny. And it’s no wonder what Penny will offer to Henry, or literally the whole gang- wouldn’t be surprised if they all got manipulated by that clown.

#yandere #yandere male #yandere hcs #yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere prompts #headcanons #requests #tw: yandere #yandere it #it 2017 #it 2016 #it 2019 #Yandere Henry Bowers #yandere patrick hockstetter #yandere Reginald Higgins #yandere ‘Belch’#yandere victor criss

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bagerfluff · 4 months

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Cold Hands, Warm Boyfriend

Eddie Kaspbrak x Male Reader

Prompt - Cold Hands

Eddie was cursed. With cold hands. No matter what Eddie did he always had cold hands. He could wear gloves, put them in his pockets, light them on fire. And they would still be cold. But Eddie had a very simple plan to fix them. Shove his hands under his boyfriend's shirt. The first time Eddie did that Y/n screamed.

Y/n was standing next to Stan as he pointed out a bird he just saw. Eddie was sitting behind them trying to warm up his hands. When he suddenly got the best idea. You see, Y/n was weirdly warm. He never wore anything more than a hoodie in the winter because he said he would get too hot. And he always complained about being to hot in the summer no matter what.

So Eddie walked over to Y/n and shoved his hands in Y/n’s shirt. Y/n had screamed and turned around to stare at Eddie, causing Eddie to remove his hands from Y/n's shirt. “What was that for?” Y/n asked as he turned to face Eddie. Now all of the losers were looking at the two boys. “I was warming up my hands” Eddie said simply as he shoved his hands back under Y/n’s shirt.

And ever since then that’s what would happen. Eddie would walk over to Y/n. Shove his hands in Y/n’s shirt. Y/n would flinch a bit but then put his hands over Eddie’s on top of his shirt. And Y/n would continue what he was doing. But now with Eddie hugging him from behind. But Y/n would only allow Eddie to do this.

One time, Richie tried to do it, and the minute Y/n realized that it wasn’t Eddie, he shoved Richie. Y/n could tell it wasn’t Eddie without even turning around. Let's say Richie never did that again. Only Eddie could shove his freezing hands up Y/n’s shirt. And Y/n was fine with it. He loved his little ice cube. And Eddie loved his walking furnace.

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

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rowniebow · 1 year

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and they were roommates | peter parker x male!reader | 1/7

summary: peter parker and y/n y/l/n are roommates, and if there's anything to know about them it's that they hate living together.

pairings: tasm!peter parker x male!reader

cw: lil bit of blood in this one. yk, casual spider-man owies

word count: 1.3k+

an: dunno how long this will be or where i will go with it! but im goin'

masterlist ⭒ next

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"no, i think i'm gonna move out. i can't take it anymore!"

only a slighting hum came from the speaker of your phone.

"i’m serious!"

"you've been saying that for the last six months."

"yeah, and i'm gonna do it! it's like, three in the morning and he still isn't back yet! he does this every night. what the hell could he be doing until three in the morning every night?"

"have you, i don't know, bothered asking him?"

"that- i- it-,"

"maybe you should ask."

"no! i've never like- seen him when he comes home. i just hear him. how am i supposed to bring it up that i've been hearing him come home so late every night for the last six months?"

"more like how are you going to bring up that you've been waiting up for him to come home every night for the last six months."

"dude-"

"dude! i'm so tired. please, just let me go to sleep."

"y-yeah, fine, whatever. isn't it only like twelve for you?"

"that's still late! you wouldn't know 'cause you stay up till sunrise waiting for your damn roommate!"

"no i don't-!"

"goodnight, y/n!" you gaped at your phone while it merely flashed a 'call ended' sign at you. you couldn't help but let out a groan as you let the phone fall from your hands on to the bed you had been laying upside down on.

you glared at the opposite wall of your room where your desk appears to be attached to the ceiling from your angle. your room illuminated from the light pollution of new york. the light filtered into every crevice of your room. you already had difficulty sleeping but the light never ceasing to stop in this tiny two bedroom apartment made it ten times worse.

your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes sharpened as you could hear your roommate clambering around your shared apartment. you listened to him hiss in pain after a loud thud, which you could only assume was him stubbing his toe for the third time that week.

you listened to his door (that sat directly across the hall from yours) creak shut despite his efforts to make it home quietly and you finally turned yourself right up and flopped on your bed. you let yourself fall asleep, finally, with furrowed eyebrows and a frown plastered on your face.

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peter parker sat on the other side of his door, huffing and holding his side, while he listened to your bed creek and groan. annoyance was plastered all over his face.

the walls in this place were too thin.

he hated that he could hear your every move and that, even without super hearing like his, you could hear every move of his.

he was well aware of you being up late every night. he could hear the blankets rustle and your disgruntled hums of annoyance.

he wished, to the very bottom of his heart, that you would just go the hell to sleep!

he rolled his eyes and pulled the skin tight suit off of himself, wincing as it stuck to the bloody gash in his side.

he peaked his head out of his bedroom door, eyeing yours to make sure it was fully shut, then ran as silently as he could to the bathroom across the floor plan of the apartment.

he looked himself in the mirror: his glazed eyes held heavy bags, his shoulders were crunched up from the stress of his night's endeavors, his hair was tousled and flat from the mask sitting on his head for hours.

he eyes his side in particular, though. it was as if a chunk has been scraped out of his skin. it had started healing already, the blood clotting fast as ever, and the bruising had begun to form.

he went to touch the surrounding area of his gash, only to flinch back from the sharpness of his round finger.

he dug through the mirror-cabinet to find the cleaning alcohol he always kept stored. he grew more and more frustrated as he pushed aside your medicine bottles and childish, all-too-expensive band-aids with cartoon characters on them that he hated so much.

he was near yelling out and waking you up and making you show him where you had moved his stuff to, until he looked down and found it sitting on the back of the toilet, right next to an opened package of your childish, all-too-expensive band-aids with cartoon characters on them.

his frown softened a bit at the sight of your band-aids (that he knew you often only bought because you found them cute) being used for once. he rolled his eyes, however, and snatched the bottle up and continued to mind his business, muttering complaints in his mind.

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peter left his room the next morning to find you in the kitchen of your shared apartment, headphones on, and humming a tune that he recognized too easily from how often he heard it from you, from your room, from your phone, or from his own mind at this point. your favorite song that you always had on repeat was stuck in peter's mind and he was sure one of these days he would snap and throw your phone out the window of your third story apartment.

he watched your head bob to the beat as you flipped a pancake on the skillet. you turned around, jumping at peter's figure.

"jesus, peter!"

"sorry," he mumbled, taking a seat at the small island that fit no more than two.

"do you want anything to eat while i have it out?"

"i can cook for myself when your done. thanks." peter refused to meet your eyes and the action caused you to roll your own.

even when you made efforts to be civil the man refused to reciprocate.

you truly didn't know where you two went wrong in your roommate relationship. when you first met, it was awkward, but it was kind and gentle nonetheless. small hello's and goodbyes would be exchanged throughout the day. peter would accept your cooking in the morning.

but, somewhere along the line, you both grew consistently frustrated with the other.

peter hated that you loved music and always had a song playing or were humming one.

you hated how he tended to flick his pencil in his fingers when he was thinking.

peter hated how you only knew how to make breakfast foods, and any other food was a risk of burning the building.

you hated how he slept on the couch often, night and day, despite the fact that you're hardly ever wanting to sit on it since you had a comfy chair you preferred.

every action taken irritated the other.

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after you had left for your work, peter made his way over to the horribly small kitchen.

he gritted his teeth at the sight of your unwashed dishes in the sink. the pans you had used failed to even be rinsed off, all the grit and char still sitting happy on the skillet.

"god forbid he picks up a sponge, jesus." he groaned under his breath.

he turned to grab the dish washing supplies that sat in the island counter cabinets, only to find a plate full of still warm turkey sausage, eggs and pancakes sitting on the counter with a fork and syrup next to it.

he found a sticky note in your messy, rushed handwriting sat next to it.

ran out of time, i'll clean after work.

he scoffed at the sticky note.

another thing he hated about you: how you left notes all over the apartment for him.

he dumped an ungodly amount of syrup over his pancakes (something you had pointed out on one of the first days of you two living together: "that-that's a lot of syrup." you had nearly choked on your bite at the sight. "you have none on yours," he said in equal disbelief).

he sat at the island in silence, begrudgingly eating the pancakes you had made him, and waiting until the clock strikes it's time for him to make his way to his own job.

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#tasm!peter parker #andrew!peter parker #andrew peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x male!reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker x male!reader #spider-man #spiderman #the amazing spider-man #the amazing spider man #enemies to lovers #question mark?#roommates #if the first film is set in 2013 then this is in like....2016 or 2017 or something

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