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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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— more than best friends • bill denbrough

pairing: Bill Denbrough x reader

movie/series: IT (2017)

summary: your suppressed feeling for Bill finally gets surfaced

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

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

DON'T COPY/STEAL. NOT COOL

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

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

Whereas he was yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait, what?" Beverly asked confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes, please."

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

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

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

You nodded your head quickly. "Yes!"

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

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

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

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

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doombugbaby · 5 years

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BILL HADER APPRECIATION POST

Heres to one of the funniest and most prettiest bois around town. Repost eith your favorite Bill Hader Moment.

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jinxthequeergirl · 4 years

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What if i did a chose your own adventure series so i start out with a pretty general thing but include links to diffrent characters following the plot??? Huhhuh???

I think this would be pretty cool so send suggestions

So far im thinkin

× IT

× Stranger things (Teens)

× Harry potter (Maurarders era)

×Batfamily

× Gotham

But those are just thoughts please im willing to take suggestions or i mean if you like any thing listed lemme know

#gotham x reader #it x reader #stranger things x reader #harry potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #sirus black x reader #steve harrington x reader #johnathan byers x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #billy hargove x reader #richie toizer x reader #stanly uris x reader #ed nygma x reader #eddie kasbrack x reader #billy x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #jim gordan x reader

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kingsteve-more-like-dadsteve · 6 years

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One Powerful Kiss

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Masterlist

Request: Yes by @reddie-lover "Can you do a promit og stanley uris x reader where they have like each other in college and a lit of fluff thank you if you do it but i under stand if you dont"

Summary: Y/N has just moved to Maine to start college. She has no friends. But, when she quite literally, runs into a certain red haired girl, her whole world is flipped for the better.

A/N: I changed it up just a tad bit but, the main idea is still there. Shout out to @trashmouths-love-to-cuddle for making the moodboard for this imagine! I love you!

'Alright, Y/N. Freshman year. College. Can't be that bad right? Just like highschool. I'll make some friends, find a job, but first I gotta find my classes.'

Y/N Y/L/N has just moved to Maine to pursue her top school. When I say just, I mean just. She has no friends so far but hey, everything's gotta start somewhere. She majors in English Language and Literature while minoring in Art History.

She's quite distracted while trying to walk around the school yard to find her classes. So distracted in fact, she didn't even notice the red haired girl running across the field trying to catch a frisbee. Well, she doesn't notice her until she is under her.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry!" The girl exclaims while looking down on her. "Are you hurt at all?" Y/N does a mental check in her mind. "No I think I'm okay." "Okay good. I'm Beverly by the way." "Nice to meet you Beverly. I'm Y/N. Now, not to be rude but, could you please get off of me?" Beverly instantly started blushing. "Oh my gosh of course. I'm so sorry!"

After a few more minutes of talking, Beverly invited Y/N to a party that her and her friends were throwing. It's going to be a small one and since Y/N wasn't really one for parties, she agreed. What's the harm with a small party with maybe 10 people at most?

It's more like 100 people. Well, that may be a bit of an exaggeration but, turns out one of Bevs friends invited basically anyone he saw.

So as you can imagine, Y/N felt very out of place. I'm sure you're thinking, "But hey. If she has no friends, this is the place to make them!" But wrong. Y/N is not outgoing like that. So when she gets in, she immediately finds Beverly.

"Beverly!" "Oh my gosh Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Bev. It rolls off the tongue easier." She says with a smirk. Y/N just rolls her eyes playfully. They stay and talk for a few minutes again until Bev is called over by someone else. Y/N was told she would be right back. But after a good 15 minutes, she figured that wasn't true.

She was going to leave but thought that would be rude. So instead she found a couch and sat down. After a few minutes of being there alone, watching in disgust at all the couples grinding against each other, a curly haired boy sat down next to her. Not wanting to be rude, she decided to make conversation.

"Some party huh? Can you believe the person who threw it let it get this out of hand?" "No. I can't believe I let it get this out of hand." It took her a second before she realized what he meant and started apologizing profusely. He just laughed and let it go with a wave of his hand. "You're fine. I meant what I said. This party was supposed to just be a few people. So, who do you know here anyways?" "Um, Beverly. Yeah I ran into her earlier in the field. Literally." she said with a little laugh. They talked the night away until they realized that it was 2 a.m. and everyone else had gone back to their dorms.

He walked her to the door to leave. It was, after all, the gentleman thing to do. "Well Stanly, I guess this is where we part ways." "I guess so Y/N." She started walking out the door, disappointed to say the least. She thought there was a spark. Maybe if was just in her he-

"Y/N wait." she turned around to Stan being right behind her. He gently places his hand on her face, and ran his thumb over her lip. She did nothing to stop him. They both slowly leaned forward until their lips finally met. The kiss was slow yet, the kind of kiss you felt each others emotions in. It lasted for about 30 seconds until they both broke away. They weren't able to open their eyes. Just stood there, foreheads together, catching their breath.

And in that moment, they knew. They knew they were not, no way in Hell, going to part ways.

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thecreativeangel · 7 years

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Accidental Stabbing (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You tried to stay out of trouble, really you did. But while running from Henry Bowers, you bump into the only group people who seemed to have noticed you since your arrival at Derry. One particularly stupid boy in thick glasses catches your attention as you ‘accidentally’ stab Henry.

Warnings: Cursing, stabbing someone (I mean… duh), blood, mention of assault, mention of cult activities (it sounds worse that it is, but holy fuck I sound satanic).

Word Count: 1,312

Being a resident of Derry officially sucked ass. Seriously. You glanced behind you as you ran and saw that Henry Bowers was still close behind, shoving little kids and adults alike. Your head snapped back to face front and you prayed that your legs could carry you just a little bit more. Ever since moving here a two months ago, there were a specific group of people you knew to avoid, even if it meant always being quiet and keeping your head down. Not that you were quiet in real life, but it was best not to trigger the anger that you kept locked away. Henry shouted something about you being a slut, his voice louder and closer. Your throat was growing tight and dry but the adrenaline kept you moving, sprinting through the town, ducking under people’s arms, sidestepping old folks, trying not to trample toddlers… All because the Patrick kid from Henry’s gang thought your shorts were too small. Well he can go fuck himself. You think, pumping your arms and legs faster. Fuckin’ pervert.

Deep in thought, you didn’t notice the more crowded intersecting roads of the marketplace and the dense crowd that came with it. You skidded to a halt just as the curb ended, earning a loud honk from at least five cars, curses being shouted from inside. I can’t cross now… Shit! Bowers and his trolls were barely five meters away. You spun on your heel and ran down the empty lots of the town’s center, not acknowledging the group of kids that blocked the sidewalk. They turned their heads at the loud footsteps and Henry’s cussing, noticing you for the first time.

“Motherf-” You cut yourself off, squeezing past two taller boys and ducking under one kid's fanny pack.

“Shit, sorry-comin’ through-sorry,” You yell as you try your best to politely push them aside, then shout another apology over your shoulder. “I’m sorry!”

“You’re dead!” Henry roars back, probably knocking over the other kids to get to you.

You briefly turn around and start running backwards, purely to shout: “EAT SHIT BOWERS!” and turn back, cackling maniacally. Yeah, being chased by him was fucking terrifying, but yelling that was so much fun.

You were confused when another set of voices mixed with Henry’s.

“You know I don’t run!”

“Shut the hell up a-and help her!”

“I’m on it, okay?”

A hand grabbed yours, yanking you back into someone. You looked up to see Henry towering over you, yelling for his friends to catch someone.

“She’s got backup!”

What the fuck? Backup? Henry lifted you off the ground by your collar, kicking your feet in hopes of hitting him. You gripped the neckline of your shirt, trying to tug it down, the air was being cut off completely and your face turning blotchy red. Your hand itched to the back pocket of your shorts, the switchblade peeking out from the fabric. This was it, you were going to get killed. Or raped. Or drowned in the creek. One moment he was holding you up and the next you were dropped on the floor and the humanoid gorillas that were Henry and his gang were circling the group of kids from before. You landed painfully on the bumpy gravel road, scraping your hands and knees, the little rocks digging into and leaving red spots on your skin. You spit blood and saliva on the concrete, reaching with shaking hands for the switch blade that had fallen out of your pocket.

Looking at the kids closer, you realized why they were so familiar; they were in all of your classes. The taller ones were Bill and Stan, you were sure of it. The one with the fanny pack was Eddie, and the kid with giant glasses…was being punched to death. You decided to call him Glasses for now.

You sprang up, flicking the blade out just as Glasses was shoved backward. Poor boy stumbled over a pebble and nearly fell over, earning a round of laughter from Henry’s gang.

“Come on, do something!” Henry taunts, pushing Glasses back again. He plucked the thick spectacles off the boy’s nose and chucked them behind his back. “Your little girlfriend’s gonna get it anyways. C’mon! Hit me!”

In a feeble attempt, Glasses sloppily swung his fist at Henry’s face but Patrick caught it in his hand and twisted the boy’s arms around to near breaking point. Glasses bit his lip to keep from groaning, trying to act tough. Your temper flared again, boiling dangerously high. Maybe that was what finally snapped inside, because the next second you stabbed Henry in the thigh and slashed his jeans open, pulling back and brandishing the knife. Everyone backed up as you pointed it at every boy in turn, your eyes darting around.

“B-back the hell up,” You snarl. “D-don’t fucking come any closer or I’ll spear you like that hooker speared your mom.”

Despite being on the ground, Glasses sniggered. Henry snapped out of his trance and advanced, his hand outstretched to grab you. You panicked. Like, your mind completely shut down and instinct took over. Not thinking of any consequences, you lunged forward and buried the blade in Henry’s palm, pulling it out to raise it above your head, ready to strike again. Belch and Patrick began shouting and turned to run the other way. Henry gave you one last loath filled look and ran after them, cradling his limp hand.

You exhaled and dropped the knife at your side, crouching down to pick up the stupid boy’s glasses. He was already on his feet, yelling something along the lines of “Go suck a dick!” and “Crawl back into hell you dirty son of a-”

You gently tapped his shoulder. Glasses spun around, surprised to see you standing there. Before you could chicken out, you took his thick lensed spectacles, hastily wiped them off with the corner of your t-shirt and placed them carefully on his face. He stared at you, his face, ears and neck slowly turning a nice shade of light pink.

“Thanks.” You say, watching the glasses fall down the bridge of his nose.

“I-uh, no p-problem.” He mutters. “He’s a mullet wearing asswipe, and um-you stabbed him, holy shit…”

“Yes, why did you stab him?” The curly haired boy you were sure was Stan, asked.

You smiled bashfully, kind of proud of yourself, in a weird way. “I always carry a switchblade… Guess it actually made itself pretty useful.”

“Pretty…” Glasses mumbles. His eyes widen and he fumbles to correct his mistake. “Pretty useful! Yup, the knife was-it was smart. Very smart!”

His eyes distracted you. Forget the fact that they the nicest doe eyes you’d ever seen without glasses on, but with glasses they were magnified to be even more innocent looking than before. Weird… Isn’t this the kid who wrote “you’re almost uglier than your mom’s vagina” on Gretta Keene’s yearbook?

“I’m Richie Tozier.” He says, offering you his hand to shake. You take it.

“I’m-”

“Please,” Eddie scoffs. “He already knows your name, don’t you Richie?”

“Go wipe your mom’s ass!”

“Not funny! At all!”

“If you wanna see something funny go look in a mirro-”

You laugh, enjoying the banter. So this is what it’s like to have friends. Sort of. “Whatever group you guys are in, I wanna join.”

“It’s more of a cult, really,” Richie drawls, watching you dust off your shorts. “The blood sacrifices are every Wednesday.”

“Cool,” You say passively, liking his odd sense of humor. How you hadn’t gotten to know his name before this baffled you. “I’ll gut the dead animals. See you at school!”

“Yeah!” Richie calls at your retreating form. “See you…”

While walking away, you could have sworn you heard someone yell “Whipped!”, followed by a loud whack and cursing. You smiled to yourself. It was going to be a good year.

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popmybrains · 3 years

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Requests Opening.

So it’s been roughly over two years or so since I’ve last posted any writing and with my skills having improved I’ve decided to open my ask box again.

I’ll be rewriting certain works along the way as well.

What do I write for:

I currently am writing xReaders/Self Inserts for

Marvel (Cinematic) Universe

Stephen Kings IT

The Walking Dead Game

Stranger Things

And more, just feel free to ask I’m extremely multi fandom so it’s most likely I’ll be writing for what you ask. These are the ones that have been posted on my page before.

I do not write NSFW requests that includes minors. NSFW is okay to request, but the person you are requesting must be of age.

I love writing angsts and fluff, so feel free to request those genres as well.

If you also have a specific prompt or head canons you would like to see feel free to include those as well.

#finn wolfhard #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier x you #bill denbrough x reader #peter parker x reader #beverly marsh x you #beverly marsh x reader #stanly uris x you #stan uris x reader #itmovieofficial #ben paul x reader #reader interactive #request #fanfic #the walking dead #marvel

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georgesbee · 3 years

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Hellooo my dears 😂I wanted to say I made an second account because I want to do fanfictions about Harry Potter and On MY BLoCK in this Account but i also want to do IT fanfictions and riverdale and I made an other account for that so pls go followe 💓I would be so happy the name of it is @patricks-kink

Requests are open there too I would do anything for you guys ♥️ I made an other account becaus i think Harry Potter and It fanfictions in one account NOo don’t like it 😂💗

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levsjuicycaboosey · 4 years

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Eddie: Yeah Richie’s cute.

✨ Cringy ✨

✨ Unbelievably annoying ✨

✨ Trash ✨

✨ Easy to forget ✨

Richie: Aww Ed’s your making me blush ✨🥺🥰

Rest of the losers: wha... 👁👄👁

#x reader #reddie #richie x eddie #x richie tozier #it 2017 #it 2019 #x eddie kaspbrak #finn wolfhard #jack dylan grazer #bill hader #james ransone #chat #the losers club #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #stanly uris

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starrystormwritings · 5 years

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Stars

Master list <3 Request list <3 IT Master List

Stan x Reader

Requested: Yes/No

A/n: So I love Stan that’s it really.

(NOT MY GIF)

“You alright sweetie?”

Sharon Denbrough asks from the front of the car snapping Y/n out of her own thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry I’m just a bit out of it. How’s bill been?”

Sharon sighed before driving past a sign that read ‘Welcome To Derry!’

“He was bad, remember his stutter?”

Y/n nodded.

“Well after… Georgie… it got worse. He was determined to find him but after the first half of that summer he got better, he’s ecstatic to see you again. So are Eddie and Richie.”

Y/n smiled slightly.

“Yeah I’ve missed those dorks as well.”

Sharon chuckled slightly.

“Welcome home N/n.”

She said pulling into her driveway.

“Haven’t heard that nickname in a while.”

They both got out the car.

“Bill and his friends are in the garden if you wanna go see them, I’ll take your things into your room.”

“Thanks.”

Sharon smiled at her and ruffled her hair. Y/n jumped out of the car and walked towards the gate into the back garden hopping over a maze of bikes.

“No Richie you spaz you can’t spend a week underground and live.”

A female voice said.

“It’s better that spending it inside your mom!”

The silence was the funniest part.

“Not funny trashmouth. I was expecting better from you.”

Y/n said coming around the corner and leaning against the wall.

“Y/n!”

Three of the boys yelled running to her.

Bill got to her first, pulling her into a hug lifting her off the ground and spinning her around the both of them giggling.

He was tall. That was the first thing she noticed. The last time they saw each other was just before she left for New-York. They were only 10 then. They were both 16 now. And boy was he tall.

He let go of her and Eddie ran over. And gave her a side hug.

“I missed you so much, without your humour balancing Richie’s it’s been painful.”

Y/n chuckled and ruffled his hair. Eddie was the same size as her, and he looked basically the same just his hair was longer and curlier.

“I’ll have you know my humour has been just as adequate as before you left, just I actually understand what the sex jokes mean now.”

Richie said in a bad English ascent.

“Where’s my greeting then?”

Y/n asked grinning at him.

Richie was tall. Like she thought Bill was tall. No. Richie was a goddamn giant. He was lanky and his hair mas just a black curly mop. He had a jawline now to. He still had the massive glasses though.

“Baby girl!”

“Honey!”

They both yelled at each other throwing their arms around each other. He kisses all around her face and lifts her up as she wraps her legs around his waist.

They both start laughing as he sets her down resting his arm on her head.

“So, who are these people that have slotted themselves in with us losers?”

Y/n asked smiling up at Richie basically.

“Well that’s Bev, Ben has a thing for her and so does Bill. It’s like our own soap opera.” Bev glares at him before looking at Y/n and giving her a warm smile.

“It’s nice to finally have another girl here. I won’t be the only one they stare at the quarry.”

Y/n giggled at the boys who were all bright red.

“A-any way, that’s Ben. He’s all books poems and libraries.”

Richie said shaking his head to get rid of his blush.

Ben smiled at Y/n half hiding behind Bev.

“He’s a shy one isn’t he?” Y/n asked Richie who just nodded.

“That’s Mike but we just call him home school. He thinks he’s the coolest but I’m obviously the cool one.”

Mike chuckles and shakes his head a him.

“Nice to meet you Y/n. Ignore him I’m the coolest.”

Y/n chuckled and nodded at him.

“I like you home school.”

Y/n said giving him a high five.

“Anyway, moving on from Mike since I’m the coolest. That’s Stanley or Stan or Stan the man, I personally prefer Stan the man but what ever floats your boat. He joined our Losers club just after you left.”

Y/n smiled at Stan who was stood awkwardly on the side messing with his hair. He turned bright red once they made eye contact, smiled slightly before looking down and hiding his face with his curls.

“Stan the man, your cute I like you.”

“T-t-thanks.”

Y/n grinned at how flustered he was.

“Smooth Uris smooth.”

Richie said chuckling.

“A-are you all s-sleeping over to-tonight?”

Bill asked.

A chorus of yeah and yes’s echoed through the garden.

“Come on losers I wanna watch a movie.”

Y/n said taking Richie’s arm off her head and grabbing his hand leading him inside with the rest of the losers following them.

Time Skip

Y/n woke up at about 3 in the morning. She pulled Bills arm off her and wriggled out of Richie’s grasp.

She stood up and lent in the doorway twirling her necklace around her fingers.

“Hello?”

A timid voice said from behind her causing her to jump before grinning.

“Stan the man what you are doing up this late?”

Stan jumped slightly his face red, he was expecting it to be Bill or Richie not Y/n.

He found her extremely cute he wasn’t going to lie.

“I could ask you the same question.”

He said getting up and hopping over Eddie to get to her.

“Fair game Uris. I wanted to stargaze.”

“Stargaze?”

She nodded still twirling the necklace around her fingers.

Stan didn’t know what overcome him, but something did, a sudden burst of confidence you might say.

“Let’s go then.”

“What?”

Y/n watched him confused as he hopped over the rest of the losers to his bag grabbing a hoodie and throwing it on.

“I said let’s go then. You wanna Stargaze what’s stopping us?”

Y/n grinned at him.

“I like you Uris. Let’s go then.”

She walked past him and the two crept down the steps of the Denbrough house and into the back garden.

She made her way to the wooden swing sitting on it and moving over slightly to make room for Stan to sit but not far enough for there to be a gap between them.

Stan watched her pull her knees up to her chest and stare up at the sky. A tear rolled down her cheek as she smiled brightly to herself.

“Are you okay?”

Stan asked slightly startled by the confident girls sudden bust of emotion.

Y/n nodded slightly, not taking her eyes off the sky.

“It’s just… it’s just you can actually see them…”

Stan who was more confused now just sat there studying her.

Y/n’s hands travelled to her necklace again twirling it around her fingers.

“Nice necklace.”

Stan said in a desperate attempt to make the situation less awkward for him.

“Thanks, it was my mums.”

Stan looked at it realising it was a star charm.

“So, you really like stars I guess.”

Y/n nodded.

“When I was a kid my mom used to take me out every night in the summer and as often as possible in the winter to star gaze. She knew everything about the constellations, and she could spend hours talking about them.”

Stan noticed how her face lit up as she spoke.

“She sounds great.”

Y/n nodded.

“She was. One year though she was to ill to take me out, so I’d go myself. That’s why she gave me the necklace. She said it would be like she was there with me. After she died, I had to move to New-York to live with my dad. We lived in a little apartment without a garden, the sky was to cloudy and polluted to see the stars most nights, and my bedroom didn’t even have a window. I hated it there. Anyway, my dad got thrown into prison for drug misuse and my aunt got into contact saying I could come back here to live with Bill again. And well here am.”

Stan sat there watching Y/n wipe her eyes to get rid of the tears. He was shocked and kind of in awe at how quick she opened up.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have put that all on you, you probably think I’m really weird or something now.”

“No, no don’t say that its fine and I don’t think your weird.”

She just smiled at him and looked back up at the sky.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it.”

Y/n said gesturing to the sky.

Stan just nodded in agreement looking at her. He’d never really given stars a second glance and he wasn’t going to now when she where there for him to admire.

A light gust of wind blew his hair out of his face, he noticed Y/n shiver slightly and pull her knees closer to her.

He quickly pulled his hoodie off and handed it to her.

“You look cold.”

She smiled warmly at him.

“Thanks.”

She slipped the hoodie over her head before getting a bit stuck.

“Help.”

She giggled out causing Stan to chuckle and move closer to her to help her pull the jacket down.

As her face was revealed their faces where inches apart.

“So, are you and Richie y-you know dating…?”

He asked to scared to move.

Y/n giggled slightly also not moving but not out of fear.

“He wishes. No we’re just friends.”

“Oh. Its jus that I though… with his arm around you… and the names… the hug and kisses… the- “

“Stan.”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“O-okay”

As they both lean in eyes closing their lips finally touch.

Stan moves his hand up to cup her cheek.

After a few seconds they pull away resting their foreheads on one another’s.

“Wow… I’m starting to like stars a whole lot more.”

Stan said slightly out of breath causing them both to giggle.

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grumpycatrae · 5 years

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Years Go By (2019! Richie Tozier x Bowers! Reader)

2017

The night they all got the call from Mike they had all felt that familiar dread loom over them. The thought of what had happened 27 years ago made some of them sick. They didn't want to relive it, the trauma, it was too much.

Richie Tozier however, found himself sitting just outside the hotel he would be staying at until the childhood fear was gone for good. He ran a hand through his dark curls, he would need a shower as soon as he settled in. He exited the car and grabbed his suitcase, knowing he had some time before he met up with the others at the chinese resturaunt.

Richie entered the small hotel, hearing the light 'ding' of the bell. The woman at the desk looked up from her book and gave a wide smile.

"Why hello there! How may I help you today?" She asked him, standing to her feet. Richie walked up to the desk and set down his suitcase.

"Hey uh, I'm here to hopefully to get a room for.. maybe a night or two? I'm not entirely sure how long." He stated. The woman nodded and grabbed the sign in book.

"Alright, sir. And your name?"

"Richie Tozier."

The woman looked up for a moment before weiting down his name and closing the book. Richie seemed a bit off ever since he received the call, not that anyone could blame him if they had seen what he had been through. Sure, he was a successful comedian but even a goofy smile wouldn't cover up the uneasy fear in his eyes.

"Alright, I'll be putting you in Room 237. I can show you to your room, if you'd like?" The woman turned and grabbed the key from the wall, turning back to meet Richie's eyes. The man nodded, seemingly not wanting to talk much. He just wanted to be in the room alone for a bit.

"Yes, I think that'd be nice.." He said, grabbing his suitcase. The woman nodded and walked from behind the desk. She gestured him to follow her as she walked to the stairs, walking just a few feet in front of him. As she walked up the stairs, Richie kept his eyes on the floor beneath him rather then looking up to accidently see up her shirt.

"You're a long ways home, Mr. Tozier. What's the occasion?" She asked him, grabbing his attention. Richie gave a light chuckle. He was positive that no one in Derry watched tv much, they were always stuck in the past. It surprised him to know that someone knew where he was from.

"Oh, just a reunion, ya know? Old friends wanting to get together, I couldn't turn them down."

"Oh? I thought you were going on tour soon?" The woman stopped at the top of the stairs and waited from him to catch up with her. Richie shrugged.

"I guess you could say that these friends are more important.. they're the best friends I ever had." Richie looked to meet the women's eyes.

"Even leaving the wife at home?" She asked. Richie gave a nervous chuckle, shaking his head.

"Oh, no.. I'm not married.." He assured, showing that he had no wedding band. The woman smirked.

"Well isn't that a treat?" She continued walking down the hall until she reached a room. She paused when she noticed that the door was open and the room service cart was sitting just outside the door. Richie was at first confused till he heard the woman give an annoyed sigh. "I apologize, do you mind waiting out here for a moment?" She turned to the comedian, a forced smile on her lips. Richie shook his head.

"Not at all.." With that the woman entered the room, leaving the door opened further than before. Richie stood by the door, leaning in and sneaking a peek to what was going on. He saw the woman at the desk walk up to a woman in a pastel uniformed dress, with an apron tied around her waist. Ah yes, house keeping. It seemed to appear that she was either running behind on the rooms or she was in the wrong room.

"(Y/N) Bowers.. I hope you won't be too much longer in here. There's a man outside waiting to use this room.." The woman that greeted Richie, her cheery voice suddenly blunt. Richie's brows furrowed. Did he hear that name right? Bowers. That name made Richie nervous. He knew that name. Until recently, (Y/N) had been slower than usual, lacking the enthusiasm she had once. Not that anyone would've liked her job, she cleaned after people and was ordered around. She was the hotel maid, what fun was that?

"Oh. I'm sorry, Holly. I'll just be a few minutes longer. All I need to do is change the sheets and wipe down the windows to the balcony. I shouldn't take too long if he doesn't mind waiting here.." The maid explained. Holly gave another sigh, rubbing her temples. (Y/N) didn't know why she was so uptight. Sure, she was running the hotel when the boss wasn't around but rarely anyone came to Derry and stayed the night. That wasn't the kind of place it was.

"This really is unacceptable. I'll just take him to a different room." Holly went to turn and walk out but stopped when she noticed Richie standing in the door way.

"I don't mind waiting.. honestly, I don't want to cause trouble and I'd rather settle in now than wait for a different room when she's almost done.." He said, giving Holly a smirk. Holly quickly covered the annoyed look with a smile, it was too forced.

"I have no problem giving you another room, Mr. Tozier. In fact, for this little.. incident, I'd be more than happy to give you the suite. You are a celebrity after all." (Y/N) looked up from what she was doing and met eyes with Richie. Tozier. Richie Tozier. "And you know what they say, 'Stars Never Pay'." Holly chuckled. He didn't understand why she was smothering herself up to him but it was getting uncomfortable quickly. Richie gave a nervous chuckle.

"Thank you but I think I'll just take this one. Plus I'll have a bit of company before I have to leave for dinner." Richie looked towards the maid who seemingly looked shocked he was talking about her. Holly looked back at the maid and pushed down the urge to protest. She simply nodded.

"Of course." She handed him the key. Her cheery facade dropping. "If you have any concerns or needs, feel free to contact the front desk. I'll be more than happy to help you." She gave a short smile before exiting the room, leaving the comedian and the maid alone.

"I promise I won't take too much time here, I'm just running behind scedule today.." (Y/N) said as she started changing the sheets to the bed, rolling the dirty ones up and laying them on the floor. Richie set his suit case on the vanity and leaned up against the wall.

"No, it's fine. I don't mind a bit.." He stated, watching her as she put fresh sheets on and tucked them in. "So.. Bowers.. You wouldn't happen to have been related to Henry Bowers." The comedian read the look on the maid's face. The name made her uneasy too.

"He was my older brother.." She stood up straight and the two kept their eyes on each other. "Were you.. one of the kids he hurt?" She asked, her fingers playing with her apron. Richie slightly shrugged and nodded.

"I mean.. yeah, I am.. he deffinantly tried to kill us a while back.." He rubbed the back of his neck as though he was embarrased. The subject was completely awkward. (Y/N) bit her lip as though looking for something to change the subject. There was nothing that would have fixed the awkward silence. "How has he been? Is he.. still with us?" Richie didn't want to flat out ask if the childhood bully that literally pulled the rope from the well, trapping them down there was dead or alive. Not that he would've cared if the son of a bitch was rotting six feet under but for the sake of his sister.. perhaps it wasn't rude to ask if the man was alive and doing well. (Y/N) nodded, grabbing the dirty sheets.

"Still at the institution.. after he killed those kids.. I think he'll live his remaining days in there.." She stated, walking towards the cart that stood outside. Richie nodded.

"Well that's good." He shook his head. "Not that he's, ya know, locked up forever but that.. well, I mean.. fuck, um.. well, he's alive.. so.. that's good.. for you, I mean. Cause he's.. your brother.." Richie fumbled his words, making the situation almost unbearable to watch. (Y/N) seemed to get what he meant and chuckled. "Gosh I'm making things really awkward for you.. it's just.. funny to see you again.."

"Funny?" The maid set the sheets in the cart and turned to Richie, a confused expression on her face.

"Not funny.. um, nice? I don't know.. it's been 27 years since we last saw each other.."

1989

(Y/N) stood on her front porch as the coroners wheeled her father out on a gurnee, wrapped up in a body bag. Her father didn't make a sound when he died at the hands of his oldest, Henry. He bled to death on his recliner while his ten year old daughter played with her imaginary friend; Bob Grey, upstairs. Butch didn't think too much of it. His daughter was upstairs, his son outside with his friends. He had a rough day and needed a nap. He didn't know he would wake up to a switch blade in his neck while his son stood above him, no words or even eye contact. It's like it wasn't even Henry.

The police soon found Henry. They arrested him when he tried coming back home to his younger sister, saying nonsense and doing all he could to reach for her. The police didn't let him get 5 feet from her before they took him down. Henry was screaming about the murders of the missing children and how he wasn't finished. He promised he would come back for his sister. He promised.

Not too far from the scene were the kids who belonged to the Loser's club. (Y/N) looked over to see them coming from the barrens. They were roughed up and she remembered the stuttering one was carrying a yellow rain coat that one of her classmates use to wear. She remembered his name being George, but everyone always called him Georgie. He had gone missing around 6 months ago. She kinda missed him in class. He was kind, not like the other rowdy boys in her grade. They shared recess often with each other. He was a friend.

(Y/N) made eye contact with the dark haird boy with the thick frames. Ah yes, the trash mouth. She use to hear about him from Henry often when his friends were over. Talking about how to broke his glasses after having them for a week or that he tripped him into the jewish geek during lunch. She never understood her brother's hatred for those kids. They were just kids. What was so damn special about them that he needed to hurt them so much?

"I wonder what's going to happen to her.." Stan said, his hands by his side. Richie shrugged, taking his eyes away from her.

"Foster home.." He was right. She had no other family that wanted to deal with an orphan, especially one that came from a domestic household.

"S-Surely s-s-she has o-other family that at-will tak-k-ke her.." Bill held the rain coat close to his chest as he watched paramedics approach the girl. Eddie shook his head.

"It's so fucked up..none of this should happen to her." He was angry about the situation. No one should have to go to foster care. Richie never had to experience it but he might as well have. Sure his parents were still around, but were they really?

"There's nothing that we can do for her.." Beverly looked down at the ground, she couldn't look. She was lucky to not go to foster care, that she would be living with her aunt soon. It didn't help knowing that Henry would face punishment for his crimes, but so would the young girl that had nothing to do with him. They didn't see her after that day.

2017

"It has been a while.. I barely remember much of that day.." (Y/N) walked over to the doors to the balcony, spray bottle and a rag in her hand. "The day I found my father in his recliner, a hole in his neck and blood seeping into the carpet.. " She prayed the door and began wiping the smudges of the glass." The day that child care came and took me to some random building and there I had to start a new life..going to a different house almost every year. New faces. New lives.. My life was shitty before but Christ.. I had family that loved me at least.." The maid gave a scoff as she finished the doors, turning to Richie with a pained look in her eyes. Richie stood in silence, returning the pained look. He understood it. The lack of any parental love. The absence of them and having to find some way to get by. He had felt her pain before.

(Y/N) realized that she had to ranting about her life to someone that was basically a complete stranger. Her brother bullied him for years, even tried to kill him and she's the one talking about a rough childhood. She lowered her head and started making a B line for the door.

"I'm all done in here, sir. Spare towels are in the cabinet below the sink. Have a good day." She was just about to leave when Richie started chasing after her.

"Now hang on a sec." He stood in front of her cart, his hands taking a hold of it, preventing her from going forward. She seemed shocked that he stopped her, and far more shocked that she was letting him. Richie found himself speechless, he had nothing planned to say after he stopped her. So here, they stood in another awkward silence. "I.. uh.."

"Yes..?"

"Okay so.. I didn't have anything planned after chasing you down but.. uh.. Why are you here..?" He asked, his brows furrowed. The maid seemed confused.

"Um, I work here..?"

"Yeah but why in Derry.. what the fuck made you want to come back here?" Richie shook his head, a bit frustrated with himself. (Y/N) gave him a sly look.

"What made you want to come back to Derry?" She asked, flipping the question. "I figure a famous comedian wouldn't want to come back to a town that barely exsists.."

"I have specifically different reasons.." He slight alifted his chin up as though to avoid really answering. She wouldn't believe it. The maid arched a brow.

"Exactly.." She pulled her cart from Richie, making him stumble. "Maybe I'll answer your question over coffee, um, tomorrow at 10?" She smirked, pushing her cart past Richie. The comedian was taken back at first but caught on quickly. He didn't see the Bowers sister much of a 'date' type of girl. But she clearly saw something in him and frankly, he was attracted to the thought of coffee with her.

"Tomorrow at 10 then.." He backed up into the door way and felt the corners of his lips turn upward. Was he really going to have coffee with Bowers? He watched the maid continue down the hall, the rolling of the wheels filling the empty silence.

Richie went back into his room and closed the door, shaking his head and taking a moment to take it in. Yeah, she just asked him on a date. There's a difference between having coffee.. and having coffee. Richie looked in the mirror and scoffed to himself.

The others weren't gonna believe him..

(Deffinantly will need a part two and maybe part three if this story really goes anywhere, we'll just have to see!)

#beep beep richie #richie tozier x reader #2019 richie tozier #itchapter2 #bill hader #eddie kaspbrak #henry bowers #pennywise #richie tozier #loser's club #beverly marsh #bill skarsgard #bill denbrough #georgie denbrough #stanly uris

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campcampie · 6 years

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a concept

eddie standing in front of a couple that’s making out: you see kids, that’s how you get aids.

#it #stephen king #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak x reader #beverly marsh #stanley uris x reader #stanly uris #bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader

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downinderrysworld · 6 years

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red {r.t.}

a/n: sorry this is so short and bad (sorry idk how to capitalize either) also this wan't proof read.

red was the color of the shirt she wore when he met her. she was walking along the deserted streets of derry. look around the new town, lost in thought. "hey, look out!" she heard a shout, her head whipped back her hair whipping around. a boy around her age comming towards her on a bike with no chances of stopping. she jumped out of the way watching the boy ride away, before he circled back around and hopped off his bike. "oh my god! are you okay? i should have watched where i was going." he rambled on. "hey, hey, it's okay. i wasn't paying attention either." she reasured. he sighed in relied. "i'm richie, by the way," he said shaking her hand, "(y/n)."

red was the color if the button richie hit over and over in attempt to win the game he was playing. he had invited (y/n) to the arcade for their first date. he cursed as the screen flashed "game over" on the screen. "move over and let the master show you how it's done." (y/n) said nidging the taller boy over so she could play the game. "yeah like you could beat it." he said, sulking from the loss if the previous game. "watch me."

red was the color of the slushie she drank as they walked around derry hands unterlocked, swinging between them. "this is nice." (y/n) said, richie hummed in agreement. "california." he said suddenly. she snorted, "what?" "we should go to california. after we graduate. i can fix up my truck and we can go." he said. "sounds like a good plan, tozier."

red was the color of the cross covering the fron of the tin first-aid kit in front of her as she picked out what she needes to clean off the boy in front of her. "that wasn't necassary." she sighed, referig to the fight richie got into in her honor. "but it was he shouldn't have said those things about you." she sighed again continuing to disinfect his wounds.

red was the color of ink scrawled on the page as wrote down what they would need on their trip. "we have to get snacks," richie said sprawled on the bed nexr to her. "okay, what else?" she asked, lookibg at him. he sat up looking at her, "you're all i need." he said giving a cheesey smile, kissing her sweetly.

red was the color of the balloon he saw, paralizing him in fear. he woke up not recognizing his surroundings at first, seeing who was sitting next to him he remebered. "richie, what is it?" she asked worried. "we should leave now, go to california. get the hell out of this shitty town." he said. "woah rich, hold on, breath. we can, and will go to california but not right now. we need to get some sleep and then we will see.

red was the color of the beat up truck he drove up to her house. she ran out the door bags in had carrying what little things she needed throwing them in the small back seat. hugging him tightly, "read for the best time if your life?" he asked. "of course." she said kissing him. "let's go."

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thatsnotveryuwu · 7 years

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When you wanna write some fanfic, but you’re terrible with catching characters personalities while writing and you’re afraid of people reading it and yelling at you mentally.

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tantrumwarriors · 6 years

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Purely Red

modern stan x any reader

description: stan is dragged to a rock show, an environment he is not used to, and does not like. That is, until he see’s who’s performing. (i suck at description’s don’t bully me)

author notes: ummmmm i’ve been in love with this idea for so long because i love all my punk friends and i love punk music, and this idea has been stuck in my head for too long. i need to write it out.

IMPORTANT: I wanted to write out a scene where stan watches you perform but in order for that to happen you need a song! so the song i’m using is Little Violence by Waterparks. i ADORE waterparks so much, so let’s hope this doesn’t get taken down!

warnings: swears, shitty writing

word count: 945

“Richie I’m going to fucking kill you” I sneered, not even caring at the fact that he couldn't hear me over the loud music being played over the speakers. People with drinks in their hand and some people with X’s on their hands wander the club, waiting for the main act to come on. Richie had insisted that we needed a good view the whole show, so he forced me to come out four hours before doors opened to queue for ‘barricade’. When I asked him what barricade was, he laughed in my face until he realized I was serious.

The whole story behind this is the fact that Richie had two tickets to this band, something red, but Beverly had bailed on him last minute. And I, drawing the lucky straw of being the only one available on a Friday night, was dragged to this concert. The boredom and annoyance running through my body were unreadable to any random person, but Richie knew I didn't want to be there. All the more reason for him to keep me there.

Before I could whine once more about how I didn’t want to be there, the lights quickly dimmed and the screaming of the crowd filled the air. The slight hum of a guitar was heard before the screaming got louder and three people showed up on stage.

before I could comprehend what was happening purple lights started going off in all different directions. The bright noise of a guitar riff was heard before the lead started singing, and they came into view.

“ I'm sick of handshakes with fake ass band guys

My friends and I are mad

We're mad all the time”

With my eyes finally adjusting to the light, I looked up to see the lead singer was right in front of my eyes. and they were incredibly beautiful. Their eyes were closed while passionately singing into the mic. I looked a little to the left to see their main guitarist, and in the back to see their drummer.

Putting my attention back onto the singer, they were getting to the chorus of their song, putting a grip on the guitar I noticed was around their neck.

“These copycats are getting, getting feral now

We're building sandcastles out from their ashes now

Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired

Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired “

Mid-chorus, they looked down to see me staring right at them and Richie jumping screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs. They gave us a quick smile before looking back up into the main crowd. A little shove in my back took me out of my trance, finally realizing what was happening. I didn't really bother actually paying attention to the song, I just paid attention to the singer, and the ring of the guitars constantly in my ears. Their voice was like actual heaven. Even when they were screaming into the mic during the first song, I had never heard such talent in my whole life.

Just as quickly as the show started unfolding before my eyes, it was finished. I was still spaced out, just as Richie grabbed me by the shoulder and hauled me towards him.

“So, what did you think, great right?” He asked at a volume above usual, most likely since the loud amps temporarily impaired his hearing. We started walking outside as I responded.

“Y-Yeah, it was really cool,” I sighed out, the bitter February air finally hitting us. Before we could turn the corner to find our car, a voice pulled us back in.

“You looked like you were having fun,” A voice sneered behind us, and right away I turned around. I wasn't fast enough compared to Richie though, who already was in front of the person talking a million words a minute.

“Omgyour(y/n)ivebeenafanforeveryouhavenoideaisavedupthreemonthspaychecktocomeheretonightand-” Before Richie could continue blubbering, they had cut him off by giving him a quick hug.

“Always nice to meet such a dedicated fan,” They giggled lightly, letting go and looking at Richie’s surprised face.

“Trust me, when you guys are on the Billboard top 100, you’ll meet so many more!” Richie exclaimed giving them a big smile. Being new to this whole fan thing, I could tell, they just smiled back at him before looking down at their arms. Suddenly looking back up and standing straight, they turned their attention to me.

“and you, curly head? what did you think of the show?” They snickered, trying hard not to laugh. instantly a small pink tint rose to my cheeks, only imagining how dumb I looked the whole show.

“I- uh- i-it was cool, I guess,” I stuttered before feeling my entire face up in flames.

“ah don’t worry about it, curly head, no harm no foul,” They said calmly before reaching into their jacket pocket.

“but, if you really do feel upset about that, you could make it up by giving me a call sometime” They winked, before handing me a piece of paper with presumably their number on, and then walking away. Richie and I stood there for a good 10 seconds with the same expression before we both finally reacted. Richie started jumping up, grabbing my shoulder, yelling something along the lines of “getting some”, while all I did was whisper a small “shit” to myself. I stuffed the paper into my pocket, making sure I didn't lose it, continuing my walk to the car, my expression on my face never changing not paying attention to the fact my face was purely red.

#stan #stanley uris #stan uris #stanly #it #it 2017 #stan x reader #imagine #stan uris x reader #stanly x reader #wyatt #wyatt oleff

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popmybrains · 5 years

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Doll Face - Richie Toizer x Reader Part Five: Repairs, Jealousy and Thinking Without Acting.

Doll Face is a reboot of my fanfiction called Panophobia. Doll Face with be posted on wattpad, tumblr, and archive of our own, under the username bleedingmigraine for all platforms.

a/n: yikes sorry for the really fuckin late update life has just been kickin my ass, and I’ve barely had alot of time trying to write this, it’s kinda all over the place but I promise I’m tryna tie all my ideas together lmao////

Pervious - Next

Paring: Richie Tozier x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think I have any whoops.

Summary: (Y/N) didn’t even glance at all the children going missing until it starting effecting herself. Getting roped in with the loser club maybe wasn’t the best way to spend her summer vacation.

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(Y/n) was still steaming over the events that just happened, wondering how she even got into this ordeal with the four boys, whom she was now on a trip to the Derry Sewers with.

She thought back to moments before she had ended up on the back of Bills bike silver and saw her main flaw - disobeying her mother.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she realized her cousin has pulled up next to her and Bill on the bike.

The two children stared at each other waiting for the other to speak, thanks to their Individual mothers they rarely spoke to one Anthony now, even if they did live in a small town both of them didn’t want to face their parents wrath.

Coughing then looking away from her for a moment to look back to where he was pedaling before he spoke.

“Hi.”

“Hey…”

“No hard feelings...Right? What they did doesn’t affect us… Does it?” Eddie attempted to whisper to his cousin, not wanting the other boys around them to hear - of course one stuttering mess does, not that he can help it though and does plan on mentioning it later to the short girl holding his waist.

As the wind flipped through messing up the neatly made half up and down style her mother made for her hair, she smiled - a real one for the first time in weeks since Betty disappeared.

Looking at Eddie she continued to smile as he stared at her with confusion on his face instead of a matching smile. “Of course you drugie.” She laughed. Richie in the back of the pack - not realizing what the conversation was about narrowed his eyes at the two.

He didn’t realize what he was feeling as he went to drop his bike with the others kids at the edge of the forest as she watched the two cousin hug that is was jealousy. Something he doesn’t feel often and doesn’t like it when he does.

As they group descended into the forest Richie casually speed walked into walk beside the girl. Watching her as he was pushing branches away from his face. He opened his mouth to speak with her only to be greeted with a shriek as she fell.

“Oh shit! Dude are you okay?” Richie panicked as the rest of the group turned to look at both of them, Eddie’s face turning sour. “What the fuck did you do to her Trash Mouth?” the shortest of them all yipped as he made his way to back track and help (Y/n) up.

“I didn’t do anything I swear.” Still panicking he gripped her arms and forcefully yanked her up off the ground, causing the 12 year old girl to shriek, but this time in surprise. Stanley sighed as he turned around to follow the rest of the path to the sewers. “I’ll see the rest of you dipshits later.”

The remaining four children watched as Stan went on his merry way waiting for his friends and (Y/n) to follow. Bill turned to look at the two boys and girls before shrugging, following in Stan. “H-h-hurry up.”

The remaining three all blinked in confusion before (Y/n) ripped herself out of Richies arms, attempting to rub the mud and grass stains out of the light blue dress her mother put her in this morning. “I’m fine Eddie.” she grumbled ignoring Richie and the fact he was the one who had helped her off the dirty forest floor.

Eddie’s eyes scanned over her making sure she was indeed okay, then to glare at Richie as he turned to go meet the others at the sewer entrance. As (Y/n) moved to follow her older cousin, Richie quickly grabbed her wrist, causing a flash of (H/c) as she turned to look at the boy with bulky glasses.

“What the hell do you want-”

“You’re pretty.”

Taglist :

@sweet-emmi @saucey-and-spicey @tenduelimagines

@sneakysprinkle @krisships @ravenclawnerdfromnarnia

@kongpeople @vivideley @tiredlemoxx

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aerynwrites · 7 years

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Promise

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader

Summary/Prompt: based on two prompts the first one is by @the-modern-typewriter and another one by a blog I cannot remember but if anyone knows please let me be aware so I can credit them. (Prompts are Bolded).

Warnings: cursing, blood, and angst

Authors Note: this is based off pure memory so I apologize for any inconsistencies, I also tweaked things a bit…any who, I hope you enjoy as always!

You’ve made many stupid decisions in your short life. You jumped from the roof of your house when you were little to see if you could fly. You couldn’t. then there was that time that you tried to ice skate on the local pond when the ice was clearly too thin. The list could go on, but nothing tops the list of stupid things you’ve done, like this one.

“This is such a stupid idea Bill.” You hissed as you entered the Neibolt house with your brother and your two friends, Eddie and Richie.

“W-we h-have to f-find o-out w-w-where I-IT l-lives.” Bill spluttered.

You looked to Eddie, your boyfriend of a year, to see him looking disgustingly at his surroundings. You grasped his hand and gave it a squeeze, which he gladly returned. You were so absorbed with making sure Eddie was okay you didn’t notice Richie had wandered off.

“It says I’m missing!” he shrieked, “Am I fucking missing?” he exclaimed looking desperately from the missing poster in his hand to Bill who was trying to calm him down.

“It’s n-not r-real!” Bill said slowly but surely calming the boy down.

They soon made your way back over to where you and Eddie were still standing and the four of you made your way cautiously upstairs. You all turned into a hallway only to freeze when you saw Betty Ripsome laying on the floor sobbing and calling for help in a room down the hall. You let Eddies hand slip from yours as you, Bill, Richie and Eddie rushed forward to help, only for her body to be dragged back into the room. you gasped and rushed forward into the room and looked around bewildered.

She wasn’t there.

You look back to your friends who were standing outside the room staring at you expectantly.

“Wh-where I-is s-s-she?” Bill questioned.

“I-I don’t know, she isn’t here.” You said confused.

You started walking towards the door when it started to swing shut. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Eddie, Bill and Richie all lunged for the door, just as you did but it slammed shut. You quickly grabbed the knob and tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“Guys!” you yelled, “Open the door!”

Then the lights went out and you started beating on the door frantically.

“Guys open the door! I can’t see, it’s so dark!” you felt tears seep out of your eyes as your banging got harder and harder no doubt bruising your hand.

Suddenly you heard a familiar laugh.

You stopped banging on the door and turned around to face the room once more.

“(Y/N)! We’re gonna get you out hang on!” you heard Richie yell faintly.

But you were too focused on figuring out where the laugh came from. Then suddenly a small light came on, just enough to illuminate the figure in the middle of the room.

It was Eddie.

“Eds?” you whispered.

The Eddie in the middle of the room rolled his eyes, “Don’t call me that stupid nickname.” He spat.

You shook your head confused, he loved your nickname for him.

“Don’t look so surprised, (Y/N). Did you really think I actually cared about you?” he smirked.

You felt tears fall down your cheeks at his statement. “Of course, Eddie, you care about me and I care about you.” You responded weakly.

This was so real, why would Eddie say that too you?

“Quit lying to yourself. I never cared about and I never will. You’re nothing to me, I can do so much better than you.”

You shook your head and turned back to the door trying to open it again. You couldn’t be here anymore.

“Shut up! You don’t mean that!” you sobbed.

He continued to throw insult after insult, each word breaking you apart further and further.

“Help! Make it stop! Billy make it stop! Please!” You screamed, begging your friends to help you.

“Get the fucking door open!” you heard Eddie yell.

This confused you even further, one Eddie was throwing insults while the other was trying to save you.

Next thing you know the door wings open throwing you off balance and causing you to stumble backwards.

Right into the hole that opened up in the middle floor behind you.

The Eddie in the room was gone, and all you saw was your three friends reach for you as you fell. you fell down to the ground floor and right onto the kitchen table, smashing it in the process. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulder as a piece of splintered wood punctured your skin. You continued to sob as your brain tried to process everything going on, but everything seemed to top as you saw the fridge door creak open. Revealing the horrifying clown you’ve all been hunting.

You let out a blood curdling scream as the monster starts advancing towards you, mocking your cries and your sobs the entire way. The clown wrapped a disgusting hand around your chin as you started to sob.

“Eddie!” you called desperately.

“Eddie, oh Eddie, Eddie!” pennywise mocked, “He doesn’t care, remember? He can do so much better.”

You shook your head as your sobbing got louder.

The clown smirked, he was breaking you, “Oh yes (Y/N), Eddie doesn’t care about you, he never did.”

The group of boys turned the corner of the kitchen just as Pennywise finished his torment, “Eddie will leave you, and find someone sooooo much better!” he bellowed, squeezing your chin harder, no doubt leaving a mark.

“(Y/N), I-it’s n-not r-real!” bill called.

Pennywise snapped his head in Bills direction, “Am I not real enough for you Billy? It was real enough for Georgie!” he snarled viciously.

You thought it was over, you thought you were going to die. Until Beverly rushed in stabbing a fence post through the clown’s head.

Pennywise retreated, but not until he left Ben with a nasty gash. All the losers rushed to you and fretted over you and what just happened, but you zoned it all out. You only came to when you felt someone rip the wood from your shoulder.

“Holy shit!” you yelled clutching your now bleeding shoulder.

You saw Mike rip a strip of his shirt off and secure it around your shoulder as a sort of makeshift bandage. Bill helped you to your feet and helped you get outside, the rest of the losers following not far behind. Once you got to the street an argument soon broke out.

“I s-saw w-where IT l-lives. W-we k-know where t-to f-find it.” Bill stuttered.

“Are you fucking insane?” Eddie yelled.

“Yeah! Look at this motherfucker, he’s leaking hamburger helper!” Richie exclaimed, motioning to ben’s injury.

“Bill’s right.” You suddenly said, you voice hoarse from screaming, “Bill’s right, we need to find IT and get rid of him, once and for all.”

Richie shook his head, “No fucking way.”

“Richie’s right. It’s summer! We’re kids, we should be having fun.” Stan stated.

Eddie shook his head, “I’m sorry Bill, but I’m with them on this one. There’s no fucking way I’m hunting down that clown.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, your fear was coming true.

“Your taking their side?” you asked, astonished that the boy your dating would pick their side over yours.

“This isn’t about sides- “

“Then what is it about?” you asked.

Eddie seemed to snap at your comment.

“-YOU COULD HAVE DIED!” In the aftermath of the shout, the silence seemed deafening. Eddie took a step closer, clutching your good shoulder.

“You could have died,” softer. “I nearly lost you. If you want to make this about sides, I’m on whatever side keeps you alive. Can’t you see that?” he pleaded.

You shook your head, chuckling sadly. “The clown was right.” you said feeling tears spring up again.

You stepped away from Eddie and glared at him.

“What? What does that mean?” Eddie askes worried.

“Nothing.” You spat, “Let’s go Bill. They aren’t going to help us.”

Bill looked at you confused but followed you nonetheless. He hopped in his bike, you sitting behind him, and pedaled off. Leaving your friends looking after you.

A few nights later, you awoke from yet another nightmare and glanced at your clock.

2:15 in the morning.

You sighed as you threw your covers off and cautiously walked downstairs to the telephone. You hesitated slightly before dialing the number you knew so well. It rang several times, making you think he might not pick up, until you heard the all familiar click, followed by his groggy voice.

“Hello.” He mumbled.

You paused before speaking, “Eds?” you whispered.

“(Y/N)?” he asked perking up immediately at the sound of your voice.

“Sorry for calling so late.” You paused, “I…I had a nightmare.” You admitted.

It was silent for a while, you thought he might’ve hung up.

“What was it about.”

“Neibolt.” You said simply.

You still hadn’t talked to anyone about what you saw. How betrayed and scared you felt after it all.

“What are you afraid of?” he asked, cutting to the chase.

You sighed before whispering, “You.”

“Me?” he asked incredulously.

How could you be scared of him? He thought. You spoke before he could voice his thoughts.

“I’m scared that one day you’ll wake up and look in the mirror and see yourself as I see you. You’ll realize just how amazing and wonderful you are and that you deserve better than me…”

You paused choking down a sob, “I’m terrified that you’ll leave.” Your voice cracked on the last word, silence hanging in the air at your revelation.

“(Y/N)…” Eddie sighed, “you don’t ever need to be afraid of me. I love you too much to ever leave. I will never leave you.” He stated seriously.

You were silent, slightly doubting his words.

“Promise?” you asked quietly.

“Promise.”

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