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a-constant-gay-panic · 1 year

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cAn you do a jealous richie Rozier x Male reader when someone keeps flirting with the reader and it ends with reader comforting richie at home if you can it be older richie

Only Him

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pairing: older!richie tozier x male!reader

summary: there’s no denying that your boyfriend, richie “trashmouth” tozier, is a flirt. in fact, it’s one of his many talents. due to this, he can appreciate the art of flirting but when it comes to others trying their luck with what’s his? that’s something he can't appreciate nor agree with and you’re left to pick up the pieces of the insecure man.

warnings: legal consumption of alcohol, heavy swearing (it’s richie, what did you expect?), angst with fluffy ending, self doubt, reader gets hit on by a woman, brief hints to homophobia, bisexual reader if you squint and look into things

word count: 1.7k

a/n: ok so this turned out to be more soft than anything else. richie doesn't get very mad per say, just very insecure and upset? i hope this was fine anon.

just a disclaimer, i’m not the most experienced with m!reader so please let me know if this is alright or if there’s anything i could do to make it better. your input is really appreciated :) love you all and enjoy

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loud music blares throughout the entire club as you lean against the bar counter, a half drunk beer in hand. your eyes are trained on your boyfriend who seems to be in his element, hair wild and glasses foggy from dancing most of the night. you chuckle as you think of the hangover he’s bound to have in the morning whereas you’ve been mindful to not have too much alcohol, knowing that at least one of you had to be sober enough to drive home.

you idly take a sip as your hand pushes your hair out your eyes which still follow richies every move. however, your moment of admiration is interrupted by a hand which wraps around your bicep. glancing down, you see the slender hand of a woman, nails manicured and painted a vibrant red which contrasts the black button up you’re wearing.

your eyes lock with hers and she gives you a smile, her eyes shining with what appears to be excitement. “may i help you?” you ask half heartedly, already having a pretty good idea as to why she has approached you. “i’m sure you can.” she answers playfully, releasing her grip on your arm.

you don’t reply, choosing to look at her expectantly with a raised brow as you await her next words. “mind telling me your name? or am i going to have to call you handsome the rest of the night?” her tone is a perfect balance of teasing and curiosity and even you are impressed with her confidence.

“y/n.” you reply after a while. she smiles brightly at you and slowly nods her head. “y/n…” she almost purrs, “it suits you. a charming name for a charming man.” she furthers her appreciation of your, in your opinion, bland name.

you down the last of your beer and place the empty bottle on the bar counter, ready to get away from her before her lighthearted words turn into anything suggestive. “well, as much as i’d love to chat more, i should be going. enjoy your night.” her small hand grasps at your bigger one as you turn to leave. “what’s the matter honey? you wouldn’t leave a lady all alone now would you?”

you gently take her hand out of your own, trying your best to be polite about it. “sorry but i don't need company.” you reply simply, not wanting to bring attention to the fact that you have a partner - a male one at that - afraid of the repercussions which come with openly admitting to being in a homosexual relationship.

“oh come on, live a little, why don't you?” her gaze is sultry and her words seductive as she steps closer to you and presses her chest against your own. you look down at her nervously. “listen lady,” your words are strained as you try not to get annoyed, “i appreciate the offer but i'm good.”

little did either of you know, a certain glasses wearing trashmouth was silently watching the exchange from the crowded dance floor, his drunken state not helping him to recognise the uncomfortable look on your face as the woman continues her advances.

“you’re so adamant on saying no but you haven't even considered my offer.” she leans up to whisper, her breath tickling your ears which causes a reflexive and visible shiver to run down your back. a shiver which, to the woman in front of you as well as your boyfriend, looks like a pleasurable action.

richie’s head is filled with doubts as he watches the two of you, his own insecurities causing his eyes to water and the alcohol in his body making him act impulsively as he marches over to you.

just as you're about to push the woman away once more, you hear the familiar voice, “what the fuck are you doing?”

the woman leans away from you and her eyes land on the shaking frame of richie who is clearly, not only drunk, but fuming and bothered. you make eye contact with him and send a silent plea for him to help you get away from the persistent lady but he doesn't seem to get the message.

“and who are you?” his eyes snap to the small woman when she almost hisses her words at him. he smiles mockingly at her before looking back at you while replying, “well i was his fucking boyfriend but it seems that the two of you are seconds away from banging each others brains out so i’ll be taking my leave now.”

with that, he storms away and you're left standing there in embarrassment, confusion and annoyance.

the woman looks at you shocked. “boyfriend?” her tone carries across her judgement perfectly and all you can do is nod. “you're gay?” she says condescendingly with a raised brow. you nod again but choose to reply verbally too. “yes i am. that’s why i don't want company. now politely fuck off while i go chase my boyfriend.”

you quickly walk away and she continues to stand there in shock, her reaction replaying in your mind as you step outside the club to try find richie. you knew being gay is considered ‘taboo’ but you still aren't used to the open criticism which comes with the title.

walking to where you parked your car, you notice that it's not in its spot and immediately panic, knowing that richie has the keys and that probably means he’s driving to your house completely intoxicated and hotheaded.

breaking out into a run, you head towards your shared home not wanting to leave him alone (if he makes it back safely that is. he was a terrible driver when he’s sober, you didn’t want to imagine him behind the wheel while drunk.)

you finally reach the driveway and sigh in relief as you notice the cat parked in it. you walk slowly up the driveway to the front door while you try to catch your breath. turning the door handle you notice it's unlocked.

‘he either left it open for me or forgot to lock it… again’ you think absentmindedly as you close and actually lock the door behind you. your eyes adjust to the dark house and blindly make your way up the stairs, heading to your bedroom with the hope of richie being there.

your wish is granted as you spot his figure laying on the bed. making your way over to the still man, you quietly kick your shoes off before sitting on the opposite side of the bed. richie’s back is towards you so you aren't sure if he's sleeping or not but your confusion is cleared up when you hear a hushed mumble come from your boyfriend.

“what are you doing here?” you frown at his harsh tone and place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “where did you think i was going to go?” you ask rhetorically in an attempt to lighten his mood but it doesn’t appear to work. he shrugs your hand off him before spitting out, “somewhere else to fuck the chick from the club.”

his blunt words never fail to catch you off guard and you gape at him, not sure how to respond or go about fixing the issue at hand.

“why would i be doing that?” you manage to say after a few seconds. “cause you seemed to be getting real close earlier. she was all over you and you didn't do shit about it.” his voice wavers slightly and you realise that he’s fighting back tears.

“i wasn't getting close with her and you know it… i would never do that to you rich.” you try make your words as sincere and soft as possible, hoping to calm down the jealous and hurt man in front of you. “then why the fuck was her hands all over you, huh? she was throwing herself at you and you didn't seem to mind.”

you frown and place your hand on his shoulder again, this time in an attempt to roll him onto his back so that you can see his face but he resists and you sigh in defeat. “you seem to think you know exactly what happened and if that is the case, then you should know that i turned down her advances multiple times but she wouldn't take no for an answer.”

his tense body visibly relaxes a little at your words but you know richie and he’s a stubborn man. “i tried to get away but she wouldn't leave me alone. she was quite persistent and you interrupted as i was going to tell her to kindly fuck off.”

a small but noticeable chuckle escapes his mouth and you smile to yourself, knowing that you’re close to breaking his jealous act.

“and you know what? even if we weren't dating, i wouldn't go for her. she’s not my type. i prefer obnoxious trashmouths who can make me laugh without even trying.” you slowly rub his arm, your touch comforting and reassuring. “i like people who know what i'm thinking even when i don't know myself. people who look at me like i'm everything to them.” you gently pull his arm and he rolls over to look you in the eyes. “people who see my flaws and insecurities yet love me regardless… people like you richie. only you.”

you notice tears in his eyes and your hand comes up to cup his face, thump smoothing over his cheek as you gaze at him lovingly. “i love you. not her, not anybody else, you. you are my life and i wouldn't trade you for anything.”

he smiles as tears escape his eyes. you lean down and your lips brush against his. “you mean everything to me tozier.” you mumble before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. you can feel him smile against you and when you pull away, you can see relief and pure adoration in his eyes.

“i love you so much.” you say before pulling him into your arms, letting his head rest against your chest, doing everything in your power to let him know how special he is to you.

“i love you too, y/n… more than anything.” he whispers and you know right there that this man means the world to you and you do to him. you look in his eyes and you see your future with him. you see the life you’ve always wanted. judgement and criticism be damned, you’d marry him one day.

you would make him the happiest man alive and he’d do the same to you. you would make him yours for life and for whatever comes after it.

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balloontrash · 9 months

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Dead to Me Part 5 (Finale)

A/N: I cant believe this is still getting notes after like 3 years of not updating. I'm feeling inclined to write for other fandoms but I really didn't want to leave this unfinished before I moved on. Especially if people are still reading. This is long overdue, hope you like <3

Summary: Y/n reflects on why the friendship broke in the first place and is ready to finally face the promise she broke.

Warnings: literally one curse

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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"No secrets ever. Thats the secret to a successful friendship I'm sure of it," Richie states after a long rant about a magazine article he read. The article was talking about the causes of friendship breakups and Richie was determined to make sure he never had to go through one with Y/n or any of the other losers.

Y/n was listening quietly, occupied with her own homework. Y/n was sitting on the couch while her best friend paced around the room like a teacher giving a lecture. She did catch most of his monologue while briefly turning her attention to her assignment. Every once in a while she'd nod her head in agreement. She failed to notice the end of the rant, so when Richie turned to her expecting agreement, he was shocked to see she wasn't paying attention.

Richie rips the paper out of her hands to Y/n's protest.

"Were you not listening at all?" Richie stares at her, offended. Y/n grabs the paper back out of his hand. "The entire fate of our friendship could depend on this conversation."

"You're being dramatic. I was listening, I just zoned out during the last part," She replied, trying to fix the creasing in the paper caused by Richie's action. Richie sat down next to her on the couch. He grabs her head with both his hands and forces her to look up at him. Y/n blushed slightly as his hands remained cradling her face. His face has turned serious, as if it was really important that she listened to everything he said. Y/n drops her pencil, signaling to him she was listening.

"I don't want us to ever stop being friends, and I hope you feel the same way too." Richie's tone was soft but stern. A pit in her stomach formed when he said the word friends. If that was all he wanted, it was better to hear it now. A part of her wanted to disagree; tell him she wanted to be more than that. That she hoped they could some day drop the friends label. It was the wrong time to say it. In fact, Y/n could never seem to find the right moment to say it. Y/n hesitated before nodding her head in agreement. Richie continued, "That's why I want us to promise that we won't keep secrets from each other. Whatever is going on, you tell me and I'll tell you. We can't hide anything important from each other. I want you to promise."

Y/n's heart started racing. To promise meant she'd need to tell him the one secret that has been weighing on her chest. The one secret that is single handedly keeping their friendship from falling apart. She couldn't tell him, but she also couldn't tell him why she couldn't make the promise. But in that moment with his hands holding her cheeks, staring deep into her eyes, how could she ever deny his request. So she said it.

"No Secrets," Y/n nodded her head slowly, eyes fixed on Richie's, breaking it before it was even made. "I promise."

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Y/n couldn't shake Richie's voice out of her head from the last time they spoke. "I'm your best friend for fucks sake. Aren't we supposed to tell each other everything? No secrets remember? What the fuck happened to that shit?"

The losers were urging her to make things right, but no one was quite sure how to do it. Both Richie and Y/n were left heartbroken. It was Y/n's fault. She knew it. There was no denying it. She was just so aggravated that day, but nothing justified what came out of her mouth. She didn't mean any of it, but there was no way to explain that to Richie now, especially after seeing his face break in front of him.

Y/n ran. Ran from Richie, ran from her mistake, ran from her feelings. The laughable thing about all of this was, Richie was right that day on that couch. Their friendship broke over a stupid secret, just because Y/n was too scared to face it.

She was back with the losers, discussing Y/n's attempts to talk to Richie at lunch the day prior. Y/n was curled up on the floor with her back resting on the couch. Bev was sitting on the couch above Y/n, her head resting on her hand. The rest of her friends sprawled out around the room. It was almost normal if it wasn't for the quiet that filled the room. It was obvious someone was missing, the exact someone we were trying to get back.

"So he just walked off without letting you talk?" Eddie questioned, pacing around the room. Y/n nods slightly in response.

"How are we going to get them to talk about anything if Richie won't even stay long enough to listen," Stan spoke up. He was seated on an arm chair near the couch. His arms crossed over his chest. If anyone asked him, he was upset with Y/n. He would never say it, but he didn't have to. It was obvious he believed it was Y/n's fault the friend group was disrupted in the first place. If it wasn't for Richie leaving, he would've been fine with her exit. "He's refused to talk to us either"

"E-even if he d-d-oes listen w-what d-does Y/n/n s-s-say?" Bill asks. "I-it's not like i-i-i-it's an easy f-fix."

Y/n sat in silence, listening to her friends debate the situation. Bill was right. There wasn't a lot that could be said that would easily solve the issue. His heart was broken and she assumed it was because of their friendship. From her view point, their friendship was platonic because he wanted it to be. She wasn't ready to give up her feelings to Richie, but that was the reason why it broke. It didn't matter now since there was no friendship to save. She broke their promise.

Y/n was deep in thought and the rest of the losers were starting to notice. Bev's voice broke her thought. She turned to the rest of her friends, all of them waiting in anticipation. Y/n turned to Bev.

"I need to tell him," Y/n said. Bev understood immediately. She stood up "Its a little late but..."

"Okay but Y/n/n why? There's not a guarantee he's going to want to hear it," Mike asked, a look of worry on his face. "Don't break your heart further."

"the only reason I didn't tell him was because I was afraid to break our friendship. I did that anyway. There's nothing to lose," Y/n was still trying to convince herself this was the right thing to do. She wasn't so sure, but it was the only way she could think of. She needed to be honest.

No secrets this time.

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She wasn't going to wait till school to confront Richie. It was now or never. She left her friend's basement and headed down the familiar route to Richie's house. All the while prepping her speech in her head, trying her best not to imagine how he'd respond. The point was to get him to listen.

Before she knew it, she was in front of his house. Amber's car not present in the driveway, easing Y/n's nerves just slightly. It didn't look like anyone was home actually. She stood at the door for a minute before she knocked.

It took a moment for anyone to answer the door, but when it did, there was Richie shocked to see who was in front of him. His face quickly changed from shock to confusion as his eye brows furrowed.

"Don't close the door," Y/n started, her voice obviously nervous. She looked behind him quickly, scanning the house for anyone else. "Just please listen to me. I need you to listen."

Richie stood silent for a moment, but eventually took a step forward and closed the door behind him. A silent signal to continue. This was a first step, Y/n noticed. Before she could calm down, she noticed Richie's anger. He was so obviously hurt and being in front of him just made it worse.

"I have been listening haven't I?" Richie voice was venomous, but Y/n expected it. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me? So why do you keep showing up?"

"Because I broke our promise," Y/n spits out. There was no use in arguing, she had to get to the point while he was still listening.

"What?" His voice softened.

"Our promise... No secrets." Richie scoffed at the reminder, but Y/n continued. "I fucked up our friendship because I was too scared to a stupid secret."

Richie didn't dare speak. She had his full attention now. He didn't know what he was going to hear, but part of him still hoped it would be about him.

"I broke the promise as soon as I made it, but I couldn't tell you because I thought it would break us. I broke us anyway. I didn't come here to try to take back what I said, I know I can't," Y/n didn't break eye contact once while she spoke. She needed Richie to know she was serious, in the same way he looked at her when he forced her to swear honesty. "All I can do is tell you what I didn't."

She paused. Richie no longer looked at her with such venom. He was listening, not trying to fight back, not making any snarky comments. Not being the Asshole he usually was. He was listening, almost hopeful. It scared her, not knowing what that hope was for.

The words felt like knives scrapping at the back of her throat. It was suffocating. This was not how she imagined she was going to be confessing her love for her best friend. She lied to Mike, there definitely still was something to lose. Rejection was almost guaranteed and she knew it when she walked to the door. No matter what happened, that would still hit harder than anything that has happened. Richie didn't deserve to be hurt the way she hurt him, but Y/n was ready to face her own heartbreak in order to make it right. As he looked at her eager for something, it was all that she owed him.

"You were my secret."

Her voice was quiet and strangled, but it was clear as day. shivers were sent down Richie's spine. He couldn't believe what he had heard. He was confused, unsure if it meant what he thought it did.

"I loved you, Richie. And I ran and hurt you and I am so so sorry," Tears had began falling from her eyes. She looked away, too scared to face Richie. She wanted to run just like she did before, but she couldn't she wouldn't do that again. "There was no one else. There was no Mike. There was no Bill. There was no jock, no one you ever asked about. There was you and I was so scared if I told you, there wouldn't be. But I lost you anyway and hurt you in the process. I'm not asking you to love me or forgive me or to enter your life again. But the losers, they don't deserve to lose you too. It was my mistake, blame me, don't blame--"

"Do me a favor and be quiet."

Richie's hands were back on the side of Y/n's face. She looked up at him shocked. She was so close to him. His face only inches a part from him. She couldn't read his expression. Pity maybe, condolence. No. It was love.

Richie leaned in to kiss Y/n's tear stained cheeks.

"I broke the promise too."

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s3xiel4ss · 2 years

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Stanley Uris x Fem! Reader, the losers find out they’re dating and the become mom and dad of the group :)

Yes. Just yes. (Idk if you mind but I am doing the 2017 version)

#stanley uris #stan uris #stanley uris 2017 #stan uris x reader #stan uris x fem!reader #the losers club x reader #stan the man uris

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black--cherryy · 2 months

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Pov: If u were in the Bowers Gang or Losers Club

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Tell me which one u'd pick and also if u wanna see a male version.

Bowers Gang:

Losers Club:

(Idk I got bored and did it. I'm definitely Bowers gang lol)

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wintaswan · 8 months

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⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈𝐈𝐈. ✧ ──ㅤ THE LOSERS CLUB.

୨୧ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻： 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

୨ pairings: (the losers club minus mike x fem!reader)

୨ summary: how they acted, felt and looked the first time they saw you.

୨ warnings: blood, injuries, homophobia, slut-shaming.

୨ disclaimer: i use (name) instead of ‘y/n’.

୨ content: (preference, romance, fluff)

— 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.

bill first laid his eyes on you in the school cafeteria as you walked past him with a friend. he only saw the back of your head as you walked away, yet that was enough to keep him looking. as you turned around, your beauty took him aback. he quickly flashed his eyebrows, and began to feel overwhelmed. he looked away and stared down at the table where he was sat, mouth agape, eyes wide, cheeks pink. “oh.. oh my god..” he’d think to himself.

bill was snapped out of his daze when richie noticed his peculiar state. “the fuck’s got your knickers in a twist, bill?” he’d laugh.

bill, still half deep in his daze, makes eye contact with richie. he tries unusually hard to form a response, but can’t seem to choke out any words or sounds. the losers share looks of confusion before bill squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, releasing a deep sigh. “bill, are you okay?” stanley would question bill’s sudden breakdown with concern filling his voice. bill would nod as he relaxed his face and body, sneaking what was supposed to be a glance at you, but turned into a stare. suspicious, stanley followed bill’s gaze and eventually figured it out.

“richie, the line”, eddie would gently nudge richie’s shoulder. “what? what line?” “the lunch line, dipshit! everyone’s gone, hurry up” eddie irritatedly explained, standing up to walk over with richie who followed close behind. “are you staring at a girl?” stanley began his interrogation, a smirk tugging at his lips. bill stuttered frantically, seeking denial, but surrendering. “y-yes” he admitted sheepishly, beginning to fidget with his jean pocket. “no, it’s not a bad thing. who is she?” “i d-don’t know. i-i’ve-i’ve never seen her be-before” he said, breaking his stare at you to look at stan. before stan could respond, eddie and richie sat back down, defeated looks on both of their faces. “i-i take it they-they’re out of jolly r-ranchers” bill released a small laugh, amused at their expressions. “yeah and it’s all eddie’s fault - he made me wait until the line was smaller when we could’ve easily gotten to them if we went in line!” richie complained particularly loudly. this sparked a small argument between eddie and richie.

using their distracted friends to their advantage, bill discreetly pointed you out to stanley, and he smirked as he gave bill a small nod in approval as he checked you out for himself. stan observed your mannerisms and behaviours to decipher the sort of person you are, and with his summary, he decided on a personalised plan to help bill.

bill found it hard to tear his eyes away from you, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. he believed ‘pretty’ was an insulting understatement for your kind of beauty. bill’s stomach was filled with butterflies, and his hands fiddled with each other as he took quick glances at you every few seconds, being careful not to stare out of concern of you noticing. although, part of him longed for the moment your eyes would lock with his.

— 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌.

stanley saw you for the first time in an art class. your name was called for attendance by the teacher, and the name was unfamiliar to him - you were a new student. as he heard you confirm of your presence, his heart skipped a beat at the lovely sound that was your voice. his eyes searched for you around the classroom, and when he finally saw you, he could not pull his eyes away from you. he was so lost in you that he didn’t hear his name get called by the teacher. bill nudged him out of his daze.

he shook away his thoughts and apologised before awkwardly muttering something, confirming of his presence. he smiled and looked down, before quickly glancing at you again. he felt butterflies go crazy in his stomach as his mind was racing at the thought of you. he felt eager to introduce himself.

when art class started, he went to retrieve an apron, when he saw you struggling to tie your apron up on the small of your back. he laughed quietly at your attempt to tie a knot without looking, and blushed. he thought you looked adorable. something came over him, and he decided to go in for it.

“need some help?” he spoke softly as he gestured to your apron. “m-maybe..” you sheepishly replied, attempting to avoid eye contact with him. stanley simply laughed as he walked behind you and began tying your apron up, trying desperately to ignore his shaking hands. a blush crept onto both of your cheeks. “thank you” you quietly muttered as you began to fidget with your fingers. “it’s okay. i-it was funny though, watching you trying to t-tie it up” his voice was soft as he laughed, and his hands lingered for a few seconds more than they should’ve. his smile widened at the sound of your laugh, his heart racing in his chest.

you felt his hands withdraw from your lower back, so you turned around to face him. as you looked up at him, you both realised how close your bodies both were to each other. “th-thank you, again” you whispered as your stomach did flips. “your- your welcome” stanley replied, attempting to ignore the feeling of his face and body burning up. you looked back across the room for your canvas, and made eye contact with him one last time before smiling awkwardly and walking back to it. he smiled to himself as he observed your every move. stanley was aware that he was about to get himself into a feeling of deep obsession, and he wasn’t objecting it.

— richard tozier.

richie first saw you in the hallway at school. you were a new student and you weren’t expecting the hallway to become anywhere near as crowded as it became after class. you were walking through the crowd by yourself with your head down, a beautiful small rose wedged above your ear.

he saw you when you were all the way at the opposite end of the hallway, and when he first laid his eyes on you, his eyebrows raised. richie’s jaw slightly dropped and he quickly reached his hand up to fix his glasses. as he saw you up close, he sharply exhaled through his mouth as the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. if only you would have looked up to meet his eyes, and maybe you would have seen the pure adoration present in his gaze. however, you didn’t look up. which is likely why you walked into him.

your bodies quickly collided, however it wasn’t forceful enough to push you over. you looked up at him and saw his mouth agape, and his cheeks pink. you couldn’t decipher whether he was trying to form any words or whether his mouth was just hung open for.. whatever reason. you quickly mumbled an apology as you began walking up the hallway again. richie immediately turned around and watched as you walked away, his heart fluttering as he recalled the small interaction you both so recently shared.

“she dropped her flower” stanley pointed out as he bent down to pick it up. richie took the flower from stanley and began chasing after you - he thought it was a perfect excuse to see and interact with you again. finally, right outside of the door, he caught up to you. he gently tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned around to face him. richie presented you with the flower. “you- uh- y-you dropped this” richie’s voice was shaky with nerves, and he cursed himself for sounding so nervous. “oh, thank you..” you’d smile sheepishly to yourself, gently taking the rose from his hand. your hand slightly brushed against his, and his breath hitched in his throat. he looked at his hand, then back at you. his hand was still extended the way it was when he held the rose.

richie snapped out of it before forming a response. “oh, i-it’s okay …. w-what’s your name?” he attempted to keep talking with you, dreading the end of this moment. “(name)” you quietly responded as you tucked the rose behind your ear again. richie took a moment to respond, your voice giving him butterflies. “um, cool. i-i’m richie” the boy stuttered out, fixing his glasses. you smiled and nodded at him, wanting to continue the conversation but far too nervous to form words. “i- i’m gonna- i’ll see you around” he gestures towards the door before turning around and rushing back into the building.

the losers walked quickly back up the hallway when they saw richie. “r-r-richie, where-where’d you go?” bill questioned as he looked at the direction richie came from. “u-uh.. let’s go” richie rushed back up the opposite end of the hallway, and the losers shared the same bewildered expression. the losers caught up to him outside, and richie turned to face them, wide-eyed. “dude, i just saw the prettiest fuckin’ girl i’ve ever seen in my entire fuckin’ life”

— 𝖾𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗄𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗄.

eddie winced at the large cut on his arm as it stung him, almost bringing tears to his eyes. he swiftly made his way to the school infirmary. the stinging pain mixed with the worrisome thoughts of infections taking over his mind greatly overwhelmed him. finally, he arrived, and checked himself in. the school nurse escorted him to the resting room, where a girl his age was sat on one of the chairs. he froze in his tracks and his eyes widened, and suddenly he found himself experiencing trouble breathing. a peculiar feeling crept into eddie’s body, and he frowned at the unfamiliar sensation. “i’ll be right back, i just need to retrieve some supplies, darling” the nurse spoke frantically to eddie as she rushed out of the room.

eddie stood frozen for a few seconds before finally breaking eye contact and taking a seat across from you. he pretended to examine the room, sneaking a few glances at you in the process, his leg starting to bounce the more he registered your appearance. he couldn’t believe how pretty you were, and it only made him feel more nervous. he frantically unzipped his fanny pack and took a puff from his inhaler. it was then, he noticed your red, teary eyes and suddenly he felt a lump in his throat. it felt as if his thoughts were itching at him to ask the reason or cause of your situation, but that question was quickly answered when he noticed the red outline and bruising visible on your neck when you removed the ice you were holding up to your neck. he quickly frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but felt too shy to draw your attention towards him. eddie’s inner thoughts cursed whoever would do such a thing, especially to someone as cute as you.

the nurse rushed back in to the room, more ice in one hand with quite the amount of bandages and disinfectant alcohol in the other. she offered a small smile as she quickly handed the ice to you, before kneeling down to attend to eddie’s bleeding arm. “now, tell me, sweetheart. how did this happen?” the nurse questioned worriedly as she began to disinfect his cut. “u-um, i- some boys in my class- they- uh- were messing around with some knives in home ec. and one quickly turned around a-and uh.. slashed me” he explained frantically as he harshly shut his eyes in attempt to bear with the increased pain from the disinfectant. “ugh. what is it with boys today? first choking, and now cutting children with knives! keep some pressure on it, nice and firm. yes, like that,” the nurse scoffed as she wrapped the bandage around his arm. “yes, choking. i know, unbelievable. (name) just in front of you was choked by one of the older boys, patrick hockstetter, i believe, as she was on the way to class. revolting, i tell you. i wonder why kids do such things”

the moment your eyes met, eddie internally freaked out. he was glad, though, since the nurse mentioned you, he now had good reason for looking at you. eddie’s face heated up as you gave a little, embarrassed sort of smile at him. he returned a small smile, his blush becoming more apparent as his eyes darted around the room before looking down at his shoes. eddie felt beyond nervous, he was extremely restless, making small movements every few seconds - touching his nose, itching his head, adjusting his posture.. the only thing he could think about was the girl in front of him. at some point he considered that he had actually died and gone to heaven, and was presented with an angel. or, the amount of pain he felt was making him hallucinate to distract him from his injury - creating an illusion of beauty he considered impossible.

his smile had yet to falter as he looked back up at you. simply being in your presence made him feel as if he was floating. “(name), are you ready to go back to class?” the nurse asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. you nodded before standing up and putting your backpack on, looking at eddie as he looked a little disappointed. he dreaded your absence. you walked out of the room, taking one last look at eddie, smiling bashfully to yourself as your eyes met. eddie watched as you walked out, looking down at the floor again. “that was your girlfriend, i’m guessing?” the nurse had a mischevious, playful tone in her voice despite the fact that she was serious. “uhh, what- no, no, i don’t- know her” eddie frantically responded, his face turning a darker shade of pink. “well, let’s hope you get to know her. you looked mesmerised, sweetheart”

— 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗆.

ben spent his first few days in derry all alone in the library, beginning heavy research about the small town he had so recently moved to. he couldn’t deny that he felt slightly embarrassed, embarrassed that he had yet to see anyone anywhere near his age in the library yet. he had only seen people of an older age, and it made him feel quite outcasted that he was the only teenager that would pay visits to the library in their free time. that was until he laid his eyes on the first teenager he had seen in derry, and most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire lifetime. ben was sat down, scanning the library for anyone approximately younger than fifty, and his eyes almost missed you. ben did a double take and froze, staring directly at you for a good minute, mouth agape. he felt particularly excited that he had finally seen someone his age, and slightly intimidated that you were so beautiful. he began thinking of a good excuse to talk to you, or should he just introduce himself? you suddenly looked away from your book, and began looking around the room, clearly bored. you made eye contact with ben, and he shared a soft smile. you returned it, and shyly looked away. you and ben kept sharing quick glances at each other and repeatedly making eye contact and smiling, in which built an innocent, playful sort of tension.

the librarian suddenly dropped a book onto ben’s desk, causing his eyes to quickly dart up to her. “here’s the book you were looking for” she spoke quietly. ben muttered a quick thank you before returning to his book, only for the librarian to speak again. “you know, i think if you spoke to her, you’d get along rather well” she bent down as she whispered in ben’s ear, before she gave a mischevious expression. “wha- how did you-” ben’s utterly confused expression amused her. “i always notice when people eye each other in the library, darling. i may be old, but my eyesight isn’t failing yet” the librarian joked, giving him a light nudge on the shoulder before walking away.

as ben glanced back up at you, you stood up and walked into the section of the library where the books were - walking past him with an adorable little smile on your face. he watched closely and decided to go there as well. ben watched as you went exactly where he was going to go, and smiled to himself at how perfect it was, and how perfect you were. he suddenly felt nervous and went into an aisle in front of where you were. you read the titles of most the books before taking your pick, ‘History of Derry, 1889-1934’. as you pulled the book from the shelf, you met ben’s gaze through the bookshelf. you both shared an embarrassed smile before quietly laughing and looking away, before ben spoke.

“that book, it’s a pretty good one” he motioned towards the book, his smile almost audible. “you’ve read it?” you quietly asked, your eyebrows slightly raising in surprise. “yeah, i just read it, actually. now i’ve started reading the new one, ‘History of Derry, 1935-1988’” ben explained, a hand reaching up to scratch his head. “could- could i maybe borrow it after you’ve read it?” you asked, tilting your head to the side as you tucked some of your hair behind your ears. “yeah, of course! if- if you want you could come and read it with me now?” ben was hesitant, nervous about your response - afraid of rejection. even if it wasn’t a bold offer, he was still about to break out in a sweat “really?” “yeah, of course”

there was a comfortable silence as you sat next to ben, who you had no idea was internally freaking out. he was ecstatic that you took up his offer, and he kept taking discreet glances at you. his heart was beating abnormally fast - and he’d been blushing ever since he first laid his eyes on you. it certainly was not any help that your bodies were in such close proximity that your legs were brushing together, it made him force himself to hide the smile that was so forcefully tugging at his lips. eventually, conversations were started about the peculiar things you had both noticed about derry, and you bonded over your interest in research about it - even though you were only studying it for a school project. ben assisted you with your history assignment, and for once, you enjoyed doing school work.

— 𝖻𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁.

as class ended, you rushed into the bathroom in attempt to arrive and lock yourself in a stall before gretta could find you. however, to your misfortune, she had beaten you to it. as you walked in to the bathroom, you froze in your tracks as your eyes laid on greta - leaning against one of the cubicle doors. “were you gonna hide from me (name)? are you scared of me? aww..” gretta teased with a fake sympathetic expression plastered on her face. you sighed. it wasn’t her you were scared of, you just didn’t want any new injuries. gretta’s constant expression of hatred towards you was only annoying, it was far from scary. if anything, you felt rather apologetic towards her that she would feel the need to inflict pain on others in order to make up for her own.

your eyes rolled back for a moment before you turned around to leave, before one of gretta’s friends blocked the doorway, her arms either side of the doorframe. “going somewhere?” she spoke mischeviously as she walked closer to you, causing you to walk backwards. you bumped in to gretta, who took harsh hold of you by your hair. she slammed you into what she would have preferred as a closed cubicle door, but to both of your surprise - it had been unlocked, causing you to fall into the cubicle and on to someone behind you. the person behind you quickly locked the cubicle door, leaving you both together in a particularly tight, small space. you turned around and were met with one of the most beautiful faces you have ever seen.

internally, beverly was extremely astonished by how beautiful you were - externally, her eyes widening for a moment. a smile tugged at her lips as she moved in front of you, both of you now facing each other, the only sound being the echo of both of your heavy breathing. beverly was feeling a little giddy, and she couldn’t do anything to hide her wide smile, or the blush on her cheeks without making it obvious that she was hiding the fact that she was in fact, blushing. “gross, i bet they’re making out right now. beaverly’s such a slut, it makes sense that she’d even try it with a girl” gretta teased, causing her small group of girl-friends to laugh. you squinted your eyes in pure disgust at gretta’s cruel remark, and beverly decided to respond. “and what if we are? why would you be so upset if it weren’t jealousy?” beverly smirked, amusement evident in her voice. “jealousy? you’re out of your mind. obviously, you’re done fucking guys, so you’re going after the girls next” gretta scoffed, harshly kicking the door with her foot. “do you enjoy living in a fantasy world, gretta? if you think i’ve slept with anyone at all, maybe you should take some of the medication at your daddy’s pharmacy to bring you back to reality” beverly snapped, suddenly feeling a little aggressive. “you and i both know that’s a lie-” “greta! leave them alone. go home” a mature female voice ordered, obviously a teacher. gretta quickly muttered something before footsteps were heard growing further and further away, before there was silence in the girl’s bathroom.

“th-thank you. for- unlocking the door..” you broke the silence, quietly thanking her. beverly was instantly snapped out of whatever anger she felt towards gretta, and her attention was completely dedicated to you. “oh- it’s- it’s okay” she blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she averted her gaze from you. there was a moment of silence before beverly spoke up again. “i’m beverly marsh” she offered a smile, hoping for it to be returned. “i’m (name) (last name)” your smile only summoned butterflies in her stomach, as did your melodic voice. “nice to meet you. you have a- nice name” beverly immediately regretted the compliment after the remembered it was possible you could misunderstand her intentions due to gretta’s (secretly, true) accusation of beverly wishing to be with a girl. beverly noticed as you were quick to present a bashful smile at the compliment, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “thank you, you do as-as w-well” your voice was breathy due to how shy she’d made you feel, your breathing pattern becoming irregular. “well, i have to go. i-i’ll see you around, (name)” beverly smirked as she put out her cigarette, unlocked the door, and left you alone - blushing and smiling to yourself back in the bathroom.

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supercap2319 · 7 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.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #bill denbrough #aged up characters #Bill denbrough x male reader #richie tozier #finn wolfhard #jaeden martell #Jaeden martell x male reader #William denbrough #it 2017 #losers club #eddie kaspbrak #jack dylan grazer

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suekeyyyy · 7 months

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-Perverts of Derry-

✩ IT (2017) ᙭ Oᑕ'Տ✩

𝘉𝘢𝘥 ՏᑌᗰᗰᗩᖇY: Five "sɪsᴛᴇʀs" ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴇɴ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛs 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦,𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦,𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺,𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ.

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜՏ: sᴍᴜᴛ, ʙᴀᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ, ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ʙᴀᴅ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ, ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ʀᴀᴘᴇ, ғʟᴜғғ, ᴄʟᴏᴡɴs, ғɪʀᴇ.

Ｃｏｍｍｉｎｇｓｏｏｎ...

#italia #x black reader #x black fem reader #x reader #IT #richie tozier #richie x eddie #richie x reader #eddie kaspbrak #patrick hockstetter #patrick hocksetter x reader #henry bowers #henry x reader #it x reader #the losers club #bowers gang #it x black reader

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: mention of one slur, (that is reclaimable don't come for me twitter), homophobia, death, etc

↳ song: american pie—don mclean

masterlist!

• Compared to the old giants that were London and Rome, Derry was an infant in terms of age

• But it didn't feel that way. The whole town had this sort of tint to it, like the stain of coffee on white paper—or the quality of an old polaroid that had been stuffed away and forgotten

• You had lived there most of your life. Gone to Derry Elementary, Derry Middle, would go on to attend Derry High, and would probably travel on to the closest college you could find to the area—unless something drastically changed that, of course

• It was almost like the whole place had a grip on its residents. And it wasn't like the comforting grip of your mother's hand as she led you through the grocery store. It was a harsher one. A cold and clamy grip, holding you tightly in place until you rotted away working a minimum wage job with no future in sight

• So thank god you had stumbled across the losers in your last year of middle school and changed just about everything

• It had been the last week of school when you had stupidly picked a fight with the biggest knothead in school and his gang of pimple faced idiots, figuring that if you were going to die anyway, might as well do it young

• Your school books had gone sprawling across the freshly waxed school hallway one fateful afternoon in May, the disaster courtesy of Derrys biggest doucuebag Henry Bowers

• In fact, you had told him he was such a thing to his face, which would be the reason you were currently being subjected to the pleasure of watching as Henry and his goons ripped up all of your school papers in front of everyone

• Math homework, eat your heart out

• You didn't, however, expect a stuttering voice to speak up from your left not long after watching the science paper you had worked so hard on get ripped to shreds

• "Guh-guh-guh-get fu-fucked Bowers!" A lanky kid spat out from your left, drawing most people's attention over to his blazing brown eyes instead of Henry's ugly mud colored ones

• You recognized your knight in shining armor, so to speak, as the infamous stuttering Bill Denbrough. He wasn't an unfamiliar face to you—in fact, you were pretty sure the two of you had homeroom together. But until that moment you'd never given him a second thought beyond asking to borrow a pencil

• Bill wasn't alone, either. Three more kids stood idly behind him, each one looking more anxious than the last. You'd later learn all their names to be Stan, Eddie, and Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier—the man of a hundered voices as he'd introduce himself. But right then, they were just more people to add to this already overcrowded shitshow

• "Muh-my buh-buh-bad Billy." Henry mocked Bill's stutter poorly, crossing his eyes crudely while he did it. "Duh-did I mess with one of yuh-your fag fruh-fruh-fruh-friends?"

• The shrill chorus of giggles that his friends let out at his words were like nails on a chalkboard to you

• "Takes one to know one." Richie had mummbled under his breath sourly, pushing the thick glasses he wore up his nose anxiously. The only people who heard him couldn't help but break up into a fit of sudden giggles—who of which just so happened to be you and Bill

• Both of you were found sporting black eyes the next day

• Ever since that odd school day, you had found yourself spending more and more time with each of them

• Riding bikes with Bill in his street as you got left in the dust by him and Silver, listening as Eddie rambled on nervously about all of the weird sicknesses he had gotten, furiously smashing buttons on arcade games in an attempt to beat Richie at least once, helping Stan organize all of his comics by color and alphabetical order—all became a part of your summer routine

• You quickly became a part of the losers club. Another peice to the odd puzzle you all made together. And you'd be lying if you didn't say it felt damn good

• It was only after Ben and the others showed up that things began to get both better and worse

• For starters, you had begun to see red balloons and dead kids everywhere—a detail that would later become a much bigger issue

• But you also found yourself making three entire new friends, which including Stan, Eddie, Richie and Bill, was the most you'd ever had

• Hot summer evenings down in the barrens and, eventually, the clubhouse now had a new sense of comradery to it

• You enjoyed talking with Beverly about certain book series the both of you kept up with and what songs she could play on the piano. Asking Mike about all the adventures he had gone on after hard days of farm work became a highlight of your Saturdays. Pouring over books in the library with Ben quickly became one of your favorite activities, the two of you sharing recommendations with each other. Even the librarian eventually got old of the two of you whispering excitedly to each other about story lines and character development

• Occasionally Bill or Richie would bring another kid down to the barrens to play with. It would be fun, but you all were thinking the same thing throught it all—that they were not a part of the club. That title was reserved for only the eight of you. And it would stay that way

• Together, all of you would eventually have to beat a common enemy together, sacrificing parts of yourself with it. But for now, you were content to watch as sticky syrup from popsicle sticks dripped down into your hands while you all walked to the movies, laughing about god knows what, feeling like nothing else in the world mattered but each other

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katztails · 1 year

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the one who

yandere!losers club

x reader x

yandere! bowers gang

caught our eyes

MASTERLIST

the bowers gang meets the newbie

the bowers gang’s new plaything

the deal

declaring war

stuck with this chaotic duo

the night after

kiss off

to be continued..

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a-constant-gay-panic · 1 year

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Hii! I love your work sm ong. I was wondering if you could do a richie tozier angst using prompts 7,9,12,15 from the angst/emotional section where they get into a fight or wtv and then the reader has like a near death experience from pennywise after? I feel like that would be nice bc I'm craving angst 😻

Last Fights

masterlist

pairing: richie tozier x gn!reader

summary: things between you and richie seem to be getting worse and you finally manage to confront him but it’s all in vain. none of it matters and it’s true what it said, you’ll float too.

warnings: self-doubt, very angsty. that’s it.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i am so sorry this took me so long but i was locked out of my account for a good while before i managed to get back in- this is rlly emotional and i'm kinda sorry… thats a lie. i'm in an angsty mood. hope you enjoy this anon :)

not proofread in the slightest, beware grammatical mistakes

promts: angst 7. “wake up please!” 9. “no! don't you dare close your eyes!” 12. “is everything just a joke to you!?” 15. “you always do this!”

— — — — — X — — — — —

your mind is filled with regret and fear as silent tears stream down your face, hair caking against your forehead which is damp with blood and sweat. you regret the way things between you and richie, your supposed boyfriend, were left. but the fear you felt? that had nothing to do with your fight with the glasses-wearing idiot. this wasn’t like any other fear you’ve felt before. this was a primal fear, as if every cell in your worn out body was begging you to run, get out of there no matter the cost.

you couldn't. not only were you quite literally stuck where you were, a mountain of items separating you from the exit, but the sight of beverly’s floating body halts your flight reaction. you couldn't reach her, it was in your way. its orange eyes which stare through you as it approaches you slowly, mockingly. its mouth is upturned in a sick grin, rows of sharp teeth on display as it spews razor sharp words at you, each syllable coming from its mouth causing your body to grow weaker as you start to give up.

“there’s no point. they’re not coming to find you.” it starts off, a bubbly laugh being pulled from its chest. “they’re only interested in bevvy which means we get to have so much fun together!” you shudder at the thought of its version of fun. “they’re better off without you, y/n. richie too.”

your heart aches at the mention of him, a wave of self doubt crashing over you as you consider the possibility of your friends not needing you. “you’ll float too.” its words pull you from your inner debate and you flinch when you see its face right in front of yours, close enough to smell the rotten breath which escapes its mouth. you desperately try to move further away but your back hits a wall almost immediately. you have nowhere to run.

you close your eyes and feel a gloved hand wrap around your throat, breath hitching as you await the pain, the darkness, anything.

a loud scream echoes throughout the sewer and you could've sworn it sounded like bowers. whoever it was though, spared your life. its hand loosens as it turns to look into the one tunnel, obviously knowing more than you do in that moment.

it whips its head around to grin at you, “guess our playtime will have to wait.”

all of a sudden a wave of nausea oversomes you and you start to feel lightheaded, the fear you were feeling doubling as you lose control of your body. “sleep tight!” it laughs maniacally as your eyes droop shut and body drops to the floor, sewer water soaking the rest of you.

the last thing you see is the huge figure of the clown looming over you, as you go over the argument you and richie had 2 days earlier. it was the last time you spoke to him and even now, on the verge of death, the only thought which floats in your mind is about him.

‘i wonder how rich is doing…’

— — —

you slam your front door shut and throw your bag onto the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the top as you grip the roots of your hair in frustration. a knock at the door makes you sigh out loud, already knowing who it is: richie tozier. you had left him at the arcade but he doesn't seem to understand the fact that you want nothing to do with him.

with a major eye roll, you make your way to the front door, silently thanking whoever could hear you that your parents weren't home.

“what is it, richie?” you ask as you're greeted with the annoyed and confused expression of derry’s very own trashmouth. “what the fuck was that?” he asks, pulling another eye roll from you. “you mean when you flirted with that chick right in front of me?” he frowns at your words, clearly not agreeing with your conclusion. “i wasn’t flirting. i was being polite.” he says matter of factly.

“oh please,” you scoff, “richie tozier isn't polite.” he looks at you in silence for a good 5 seconds before responding drily, “i can be sometimes.”

“so you only choose to be polite when a pretty girl comes up to you, is that it?” your blood starts to boil. “maybe. i’m polite to you, am i not, toots?” he smiles and you swear that you could punch him into next year. “is everything just a joke to you!?” you shout, finally having enough with this nonchalant attitude of his.

he blinks, not expecting your outburst in the slightest. “why would this be a joke?” he asks dumbly. “you’re fucking kidding me, right?” you deadpan. “no.” is all he says and you laugh. “y’know, i always ignore the fact that you flirt with others, the idea that you’re looking for something in someone else but i can't anymore rich! i can't!” you pace slightly, richie still in the doorway as he watches you, tears slowly fogging your vision as you become angrier and angrier.

“i’m done! done with your bullshit and with undermining myself and this relationship!” his eyes widen at those words, not expecting you to go this far. “hey, calm down alright? i’m sorry, it’s fine. i-” you cut him off and pull your arm away before he manages to get a grip on you.

“no, it’s not ‘fine’, richie! you always do this, don't you see? i try to get over it, ignore the self-doubt, but i can't anymore! it hurts… you keep hurting me.” your voice gets softer towards the end and you blink away the tears which threaten to spill over. “i can’t do this anymore.”

your gaze is downcast but if only you looked at him and saw the broken expression on his face, the tears which shine in his own eyes, size enhanced by his glasses. “so, what? this is it?” his voice cracks ever slightly at the end and your heart aches at the sound but you refuse to meet his eyes as you whisper, “yeah, maybe.”

he stands in silence, not knowing what to say or how to reassure you that you’re the only one on his mind. the only one he’d ever consider being with, the one he wants to spend his whole life with. the only one in this world that he truly loves. he can’t form the word to tell you this, the only words which manage to leave his mouth are lousy and unimpactful, “i got to go. we can talk about this tomorrow.”

and with that, he’s off. picking up his bike, he doesn't look back and quickly cycles off, heading straight for his house and he fails to see the heartbreak on your face, the way you crumble in a heap on the ground, hand covering your mouth as you cry. you cry harder than you ever have before.

if only he knew that you wouldn't be able to talk about it the next day. maybe then he would've said what was on his mind, what he desperately wanted to tell you, things he may never get to tell you.

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“-n!” your eyes flutter under your lids, slowly being dragged from the memory of that night.

“y/n-” you manage to make out your name, “-please!”, the voice is oddly familiar and it pushes you to try open your eyes. they’re heavy and strained but you need to see if it’s who you think, if it’s who you hope.

“wake up, please!” your eyelids peek open slightly, taking a second to adjust to the newly found light.

as you get accustomed to seeing things again, you feel your torso being squeezed, warmth and a familiar smell filling your senses. your eyes prickle with tears as you see the mop of messy curls, weak arms trying to wrap themselves around the boy in comfort.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbles and you shake your head, causing him to lift his own from your neck. you look into richie’s eyes and you’re filled with regret, wanting to take back everything you said to him. “no,” your voice is hoarse and scratchy, “i’m sorry… i didn’t mean anything i said.” you admitted.

he smiles sadly and you finally notice the wet lines running down his face. guess you weren’t the only emotional one right now.

“you have nothing to apologise for. i was a dumbass.” he sniffs and you laugh lightly before coughing loudly, causing his eyes to widen as panic rises in his chest. “no you weren’t,” you manage to get out as your coughing calms down a little bit, “i was… i-” you cough again, face scrunching up in pain, your throat feeling as if you’ve swallowed glass shards and then some.

you feel your eyes slowly start to close, exhaustion taking over. “no! don't you dare close your eyes! you hear me? don't leave me again, please!” he cries out, the rest of the losers quick;y making their way over to you, the sight of pennywise disappearing down the sewer fresh in their minds.

“keep them open!” he urges, more tears streaming down his flushed and dirty face. “i’m tired…” you slur, voice sleepy and mind foggy, finally feeling safe. “i’m fine, jus’ lemme… sleep…” you plead.

richie shakes his head. “just wait, alright? hang in there!”

you smile at him softly, hand slowly making its way to cup his cheek. “dumbass…” you start, eyes glazing over, “i love you…” you whisper, hand soon falling off his face as you finally give in to the exhaustion and darkness overcomes all your senses.

you faintly hear richie cry in the background, the other losers calling your name in vain. you try fight, you wanted to fight for richie but 4 words put an end to your struggle. 4 words which you’ve always wanted to hear from him:

“i love you too.”

the words echo throughout your mind as you drift off into the dark abyss, a smile on your face as you take your last breath in the arms of the boy you fell in love with, the only one who’ll ever have your heart.

‘i may only see you in another life, rich, but i’ll love you in every one of them.’

you should be scared or anxious but you’re not. you feel content, safe, comforted… loved.

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#richie trashmouth tozier #richie tozier #richie tozier angst #richie x reader #richie x gn!reader #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier x gn!reader #the losers club richie tozier #the losers club x reader #the losers club x gn!reader #the losers club #gn!reader #angst #it stephen king

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drewsprettygirl · 2 years

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cupid’s arrows 🏹 ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥

finn wolfhard x actress! fem! reader

fluff 😎😎 [ finally thought of a fluff fic, took me an hour to write wtf ]

warnings: none! 🩰🎀

fits of laughter was heard across the set, they were filming the movie “it.” finn wolfhard and y/n l/n playing as richie tozier and melissa campbell. the popular girl and the loser boy trope. they were probably the ones that the whole cast team would think to date after a couple years.

richie was a part of the losers club. melissa was a friend of greta keene’s. she wasn’t that mean though, she was bearable for the losers club.

“y/n, catch!”

she got uh— she got hit by a ball. she was too busy talking to wyatt, about some new nintendo game that she was planning to buy. her head snapped turning towards finn, with a large smile plastered on his face.

“finn what the fuck, my hair!”

“oops, i did it again.” he danced, dancing the moves as he’s seen from the music video a couple of times.

“stop with the britney jokes!” she was so irritated by finn, but she was basically his best friend on set, and so was he.

finn knew in the best ways possible, on how to tease you. he teased you with the topics of your favorite singer, actor, color, even your own favorite show. or your book. it would always go;

“y/n what drink are you getting, ariana grande or ariana venti?”

“y/n i can’t believe you like waffles more than pancakes, wait— are you attracted to them? waffles are just pancakes with abs.”

and she’d just reply with a very sarcastic laugh. or a genuine one. it depends on how she takes the joke. finn loved seeing her smile, it made him feel great deep inside that he was able to make a pretty girl like you, smile.

every time after an interview, she’d either spend dinner by his. well his mom always insisted. and then it’d lead to a sleepover. and you guys making little vine videos. y/n and finn had a really great friendship.

just to let you know, reader. finn knew jaeden liked y/n. but finn liked her too, i mean as a friend! nothing more, totally nothing more.

well that kinda changed when she started doing more movies, like where she appeared on shazam, spider-man far away from home, let’s just say that y/n was in the acting market in 2019.

she started getting more developed, her looks and herself. and then she landed a role in the third season of stranger things. basically finn’s show. and whenever her character, courtney and mike would have an interaction, filming would be hard. they couldn’t stop laughing at each other. they were like millie and noah basically.

“mom! get off the phone!”

they had to retake that scene so many times because of the way finn and y/n laughed every time he screamed those words into the prop telephone. that’s how he took notice of the way she laughed, and that his feelings would never change for her.

“so y/n and finn, you guys were in it together right?” they were in the tonight show with jimmy fallon right now, y/n sat next to finn and sadie.

“yeah i was richie like the little kid with the glasses and she was—“

“i was melissa! like the girl with the really high ponytail and winked at richie so randomly—“

“how do you even wink like that!? like, like my face has to come with the wink whenever i try it” finn laughed along with gaten, caleb, and jimmy. remembering the part in the it movie where she’d done that.

jimmy thought y/n and finn had chemistry. the way she’d look at him and the way he did. he whispered that to finn when the show was over, he couldn’t sleep that night. he couldn’t stop thinking about what jimmy said. it really made him think that he had a chance with y/n.

more interviews come by, and he always takes notice of what she’s wearing, how her hair was done, how her makeup was done, how her eyes would always look at his and smile.

y/n feels the same, she likes finn. she notices that he always looks at her, scanning her clothes, scanning her hair, then meeting her eyes. maybe finn felt the same? she thought.

they start to hang out a lot more, they surprisingly get roles in the same shows. even in music videos. she always comes over by his house for a sleepover every weekend. basically they made it tradition. he couldn’t help but stare at her sleeping figure whenever y/n’s head drifted onto dreamland earlier than him. she looked so peaceful. she looked so beautiful to him.

they did a music video with weezer. well, weezer was their favorite band. surprisingly, they wanted it to be his band, calpurnia. but finn insisted to add her in as it was probably a dream come true. they were playing as teenagers in the 80’s. well, they always did whenever they had a pretty big movie to act on.

time went past by, for filming it chapter 2. richie and melissa as adults reunite in a drugstore by accident. as for y/n and finn’s part, richie and melissa were going out over for ice cream after henry bowers shames him for playing street fighter with his cousin and then, pennywise sprawls in the sky as they go out of the ice cream shop as a flash back. most of the cast had girlfriends. wyatt, jaeden, jack, and ben.

“when are you gonna ask y/n out?” wyatt plays his game right beside finn. he was planning to, but the timing, it was terrible.

“dunno. i really wanna ask her out but i don’t think it’s like— like it’s time yet.”

“finnjamin, you need to ask her out. i mean atleast jaeden isn’t all eyes for her anymore! you got no competition. take the chance dude” jack said as he was eating a burger. finn was rethinking everything, was he gonna do it?

and eventually to stranger things season 4. filming was long. it took 2 years to come out, and as long how filming sounded, it was the most fun she’s had in filming a show for so long. finn, finn enjoyed that 2 years for spending time with her. well in some parts, because basically mike is now an angsty teenager towards courtney. courtney’s a part of the cheerleading team now, and lucas was in the basketball ball team. whenever mike interacted with courtney, it was either he was with some annoyed expression or a poker face. as for courtney, she’s pretty sad. girl starts to do terrible choices in the show leading to her in the upside down.

and finn eventually confessed his feelings for y/n. and she did the same. they were a match made in heaven, cupid hit the right arrows for them. they were the dream couple,

and she was his dream lover.

bye this took an hour of listening to music for inspo and an hour to write💀💀

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gyunglitter · 5 months

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sick day

- just you dicking around with txt college!au besties

warnings: cursing, tsunderes ahead, I USED A MANIP😭, jujutsu kaisen spoiler at the end, txt being clingy

tags: txtxreader (platonic), non-idol!au, college!au, txt, lag, tomorrowxtogether, lesserafim, hansohee, drabble fics!, bulletpoint fics!

notes: was this a lil self indulgent since i am also sick in bed? maybe. but at least yall got content from it!

ALSO? why are 4th gen manips so good?? i dont ship idols, but i was just searching on pinterest for fun and figured i could use one for this post (as you can see), but was flabbergasted by the results?? i remember 3rd gen manips were SO BAD, but these 4th gen ones are actually kinda believable?? im so scared of yall😭

⚤ masterlist

when you get sick

these guys really try to act like they don't care

but god, do they care :(

they will drag you to hell and back in the gc for just existing

but they will also show up at your doorstep with soup, crackers, and your favorite ice cream to cheer you up

as well as yeonjun's netflix and disney+ passwords to watch your favorite shows and movies

expect to be pampered with the most love while they complain and act like you inconvenience them SO MUCH

the guys nursed you back to health in no time

all while making fun of your sick voice and calling you lisa zemo

“isn’t that that one canadian kids show that all the child actors were secretly hooking up with each other the whole time?”

“moze had more bodies than me”

“that’s not saying much, beomgyu”

“neither’s gojo, soobin. eat a bag of dicks”

“you bitch”

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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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