#jaeden lieberher x reader

[imbadatwrighting]

If your orders are open can I request a bill denbrough x male reader fluff or angst? The plot can be anything because there are literally no bill x male readers and I really want one.

I was originally going to make this angst but I don’t trust myself to make amazing angst just yet also sorry this took awhile I didn’t see it until 3 days after it was asked 😭

Late night cuddles

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x M!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bill and [name] finally can get some alone time without the crew even if it’s only possible around midnight

Warnings: implied mentions of homophobia & me switching the pov by accident and also it’s kinda short ngl

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“Red or blue?”

“R-red,” a voice spoke up, not letting their eyes fall off the food they were currently cutting up, yet knowing that the male sitting down on the couch was talking about which blanket to bring.

“Bill, are you sure you want to bring food with us? By the time we get there it’ll already be 6am,” another voice spoke, walking over to the male in the kitchen, wrapping their arms around his waist and leaning their head on his shoulder.

“I’m a-almost d-done [name], give me another s-second,” the boy replied, starting to slowly sway with the taller boy.

He only received a hum as a reply as the slightly older male readjusted his head to now be placed on top of Bill’s head.

“Swedish fish? You know I don’t like those,” [name] spoke up looking at the small bag of Swedish fish go into Bill’s book bag with the rest of the food.

“T-then don’t e-eat t-them. They’re n-not for y-you,” the other male let out a chuckle soon letting go of Bill’s waist and grabbing the book bag which he put in his back.

“Come on Bill. We don’t have all day you know. Grab your coat and lets go.”

“C-coming,” grabbing the last of the things you and Bill would need, Bill rushed out the door promptly after you.

He gotten his bike and wheeled to catch up with you who gotten a head start and is already way ahead of him. However, it didn’t take long for him to catch up with you soon only being a short distance behind you.

“B-Beverly told m-me t-to tell you t-that she w-wants to m-meet up t-tomorrow just the t-two of y-you,” Bill spoke up. Looking to see if you would have a visible reaction but all he got was a low pitched hum.

“Did she say what time?”

“S-she said t-to tell you ‘t-the s-same as a-always.”

The boy ahead of him never looked back to see Bill yet knew what was going on. “You have no reason to be nervous my love. It’s probably nothing she just asks me on advice about certain things sometimes. Trust me that’s it,” the boy spoke in a quiet and calm voice, and deep at the same time.

The boy behind you blushed a deep shade of red, turning his head to look at the houses he was passing. “I-I’m n-not n-nervous,” he mumbled quietly under his breath yet you could hear him anyways.

You let out a chuckle at your boyfriend’s reaction then speeding up when getting closer to the destination.

“Come on love, I’m here already yet you’re still wallowing in self-pity,” Bill’s face got even redder as he rushed to get over to you and off his bike.

You started to get the things that you put in the basket on your bike but was interrupted by a face smushing itself into your chest.

You looked around seeing the hills and forest around you to make sure no one could see you, knowing it would only make things worse for Bill and cause him to be more embarrassed.

Once you saw no one was looking you slowly and calmly dropped the things you were holding and wrapped your arms around Bill.

“Come on Bill. We can relax all we want when we get situated,” you slowly pushed Bill away from you and picked your things back up.

He grabbed the things that he was carrying and walked up the hill behind you. Looking around he could see some neighborhoods in the distance but both of you aren’t close enough for them to see you and him.

“D-do you t-think we’ll be c-caught?” Bill asked you, imagining the worst scenarios of some adult or teen finding you guys.

“At 12am? I doubt it,” you replied calming Bill’s worries.

“Y-yeah I g-guess y-your right.”

“Always am,” you joked when you reached the top of the hill. Laying the blanket on the fluffy hill and putting your stuff down you then sat down facing the direction of the town.

Bill sat down next to your, leaning his head on your shoulder while you kept staring off in the distance.

“A-are you s-sure?” You looked over at Bill who pulled his head up and looked back at you only to see you put a small smile on your face.

You grabbed him suddenly with both arms and pulled him down in the way in the grass, making him let out a small squeak.

Laughing you positioned your self on top of him with your arms on both sides of his head.

You cooled off and rolled over to the left side of him where he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled his head into your chest.

“If we are then I don’t care. If we do get caught it’ll be by some crackhead and who’s going to believe them. Especially when they’re saying they found the Bill Denbrough cuddling [name] [last name] the ultimate ‘playboy���.”

He hummed along with that, slightly tightening his grasp on you while you payed to mind to it and stared up at the stars with one hand under your head and the other one holding into Bill.

“I l-love you.” Bill mumbled quietly slowly starting to fall asleep.

“I love you too.”

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Jaeden Lieberher/Martell X afab!Reader

Synopsis: MC hadn't experienced happiness as often in recent years. The only sanctuary that she had was that one time she watched a movie and fell in love with the main character. And after a fateful meeting with that actor, reality finally dawned on her.

Word Count: 2,690

I groaned as the sun's rays invaded my room through the windows. I really hate it when the light shines down my closed eyes, it makes it harder to sleep. Though I know that I have to wake up and do my usual shit. I rubbed my eyes and tried to remove the sleep while I propped my elbows on the mattress to lift my upper body. I can hear the birds singing and the noisy people outside. It's just another usual day in my hometown. 

After stretching my body, I got off the bed. I went over to my closet to pick my clothes for today which were white, long-sleeved, off-shoulder, cropped top with a black bunny design, a black sleeveless shirt underneath it, a high-waist, black, flared skirt, and lastly, black heels. I planned on eating breakfast outside since I'm too lazy to make something to eat for today. My parents are very busy this week and are barely home. I didn't let it get to me though, considering how distant I am from them, I'm already used to being alone most of the time. 

I closed my closet and with the clothes in my arms, I went to the bath to do my usual stuff. After 30 minutes of preparation, I then went out of my house and walked towards the nearest Starbucks in town. My eyes scanned over my usual surroundings and admired nature. Every time I decided to take a walk outside, I always brought my journal and sketchbook. It is my only way to escape from reality, after all.

A sigh escaped my lips as I slowed my steps, letting my gaze fall onto the concrete sidewalk. I don't usually let loneliness get to me, but there are really times that I can't help but feel depressed. I let my mind wander off for a bit as I continued my walk down the town, my legs automatically moved to where Starbucks is. I was pretty sure that I was nearing the cafe so I returned my gaze up, only to have my eyes widen in shock.

I am utterly surprised by what I saw — or rather, who I saw. That brown hair. Those green eyes. He is here. Exiting the same Starbucks that I was about to go in. Unconsciously, my feet dragged my body towards him. He was about to leave and I practically ran towards him.

"Excuse me," I gently tapped the male on his shoulder.

The boy turned around to look at me. Shit, he is too handsome. I saw that he was surprised but nevertheless smiled at me.

"Hi, what can I help you with?"

Honestly speaking, I can't believe why I haven't fainted yet. My heart was rapidly beating against my ribcage, my face was flushed due to nervousness and I could feel my whole body heating up. You could even say that I'm blushing right now. I mean, who wouldn't? The one and only Jaeden Lieberher is here, standing in front of my very eyes. His gentle smile sent butterflies fluttering in the pits of my stomach and I could literally melt from his gaze.

"U-um..."

Shit. I can't believe I stuttered in front of my idol.

"You're Jaeden Lieberher, right?" I asked, even though I already knew it.

Call me crazy but I just wanted to make sure my crush and idol was really standing in front of me, not just any person looking similar to him.

Jaeden nodded. Thank god it's really him.

"Um... I'm a fan and I was wondering if I could have a picture with you?" I let my gaze downwards, feeling embarrassed to even ask him such a request.

I was pretty sure that he would decline my request. I mean, he is a famous actor and thousands of thousands of fans out there also want to take a picture with him. A lot of people wanted to meet their favorite idols in real life and I am lucky enough to be able to spot him here in my hometown. Even though it is just a simple request, I'm pretty sure that he is too busy to fulfill my stupid request.

Ugh! I'm so annoyed with myself! Geez, [Name]! You're already lucky to even spot Jaeden in your hometown, yet you still took the liberty to disturb him in his daily life. He has better things to do rather than entertain you, you stupid! I was so busy reprimanding myself that I didn't realize that Jaeden was speaking to me. I snapped out of my short trance and glanced back at him, my cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

"Huh? I'm sorry, can you repeat what you said?" I feel so awkward. If Jaeden wasn't here I would face-palm due to my stupidity.

The brunette just chuckled. "I said, sure. I won't mind having a picture with you."

My heart skipped a beat yet again. I can feel myself smiling a bit despite being in such a confounded state. My hand instantly fished out my phone from my small sling bag. I opened the device and switched to the camera. While I held the phone up, Jaeden scooted a bit at my side, making our arms brush against each other. This unexpected outcome made me even more flustered. And that's not all! Jaeden offered to take the picture instead!

I pursed my lips, trying to fight the urge to hug the boy and calm myself down. I know that I'm being a bit unsettled, but who wouldn't be when in the presence of their favorite idol? Anyways, Jaeden lifted the phone up and adjusted himself so that we could fit in the screen properly. He rested his hand on my other shoulder as he neared his face to mine, our cheeks almost touching. I tried to contain my huge smile and retain a calm exterior, despite having internal chaos within me.

I clenched my heart, hoping that it would somehow make my heartbeat slow down. After three consecutive shots, Jaeden returned my phone and I instantly thanked him for fulfilling my request. Even though I knew that this meeting was purely coincidental, I still believed that it was fate that made us meet.

I scanned the pictures Jaeden took and a smile etched on my face. "These photos are great... Thanks again."

"It's no problem."

Though, as soon as he said that, my smile turned into a frown. I can't help but think about today. Sure, I meet my idol and have a picture with him. A part of me says that this interaction is enough, however, the other argues that I should spend more time with him. You know, cherish the moment. After all, don't let an opportunity slip past you. If you don't take the chances given to you, it might never return and you might regret it.

I stood there for a while, staring at the screen and clenching my sketchpad with my other hand. I can see my reflection through the glass screen. My eyes contained sadness that I never once knew I had. My lips sported that same frown I always wear every day. It just... hurts.

"Hey," a soft voice broke my trance.

"Huh?" I whipped my head back to the speaker, and surprisingly, it was still Jaeden.

I thought that he would leave by now. But recalling our last conversation, I really didn't bid him goodbye. He must've waited for me to say it so he could go. Though I thought he would be the one to initiate that, especially if he's busy and wanted to avoid another fan. Maybe he's too shy to do so, who knows...

"I realized that you were holding a sketchbook earlier. If you want, I can give you an autograph," he offered, sending me a shy smile as he scratched his temple a bit.

Jaeden really does melt my heart. Not only he was good-looking and talented, but he also had a sweet personality. This is one reason why I started to admire the boy.

I nodded to his reply, handing him the sketchbook in my right hand. My eyes watched as the brunette opened the pages and stopped at a blank one. He got out a black marker from his pocket and started writing his autograph. As I waited, my eyes were subconsciously stealing glances at the boy. I can't help it. He's just... something.

"Here you go," the male handed me back the sketchbook.

I smiled. "Thanks again, Jaeden. It's really kind of you to offer an autograph and answer my humble request. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," he returned the smile with his own. "It's nice meeting you here. I hope your day will be great. I'll be going now. Goodbye."

"Bye," I waved as the figure of my idol walked away.

I remained in my spot. My hand clenched the sketchbook on my quick beating heart which eventually slowed down. My whole face was regaining back its normal color and my temperature wasn't that warm anymore. My eyes were glued to the direction Jaeden left. Another minute had passed and I let out a tired sigh.

I scolded myself for wasting my time outside the cafe and decided to return back to the routine. The bells chimed as I entered Starbucks. The female behind the cashier greeted me and even told me a great job. I just politely smiled at her. I knew that she was observing us from the inside. It was kind of awkward when I realized it. But nevertheless, what is done is done. I can't contemplate it any longer.

I went to the counter and ordered my usual breakfast, paid for it, and seated myself next to the windows. I placed my sketchpad down and fished out my journal from my bag. My eyes scanned the cover, glossing over the leather with my favorite color in it. With a defeated sigh, I opened the journal. I’ve gone through each written page, each containing my thoughts, troubles, and desperation.

Desperation is mostly brought by my secluded fantasy for a specific male. I was never a fan of any idols, to be honest, however, Jaeden was the only exception. There was something about that boy that drove me crazy. It’s funny, actually, since I’ve only seen him two times. The first was in the movie The Book of Henry and the second was the best-selling movie IT. Other than that, I’ve never seen him almost anywhere. And ever since watching those movies, I’ve started to gain interest in him.

“Ugh…” an annoyed groan escaped my lips. I clicked my tongue in annoyance and slowly brought my head down on the wooden table, closing my eyes as I did so. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Here’s your order, miss,” I heard the clank of a cup against the table followed by a plate.

I quickly regained my composure and smiled at the same lady from earlier before she went back to her spot behind the counter. Maybe some nice beverage would calm my nerves down. I picked the cup up and put it in front of my lips. With a few air blows on the hot liquid, I took a sip from it. I felt the liquid travel down my throat and it calmed me down. After placing the cup back on the saucer, I proceeded to write down today’s journal entry.

March 13, 20xx

When was the last time I felt happy? I actually can’t remember anymore… With this life of mine, there was nothing else really happening. Everything is just monotonous. My routine, my environment, my school… heck! I can’t even seem to remember when I last bonded with my parents! They were always so busy with their work that they completely forgot about me. I don’t know anymore. I’m not particularly sad, I’m just…what do you call it? Yeah, right. Empty. It’s like there was something incomplete in my life. There was no excitement, no sparks. This had gone on for many years now, and I would admit that I was used to it.

I smiled bitterly at the memories of when I was always alone at home, my parents rarely came home for dinner or family time together. It was just only me in our house. Nothing more.

However, despite the darkness, there was light. It was dim and distant, but still… it’s light. After many years, I felt somehow…alive. Hopeful. Call me stupid, but… he was my hope. I found sanctuary in Jaeden. I know that I’ve only seen him in movies, but still…! Ugh! Explaining my feelings before wasn’t that difficult. Why is it difficult to express myself now?! Of all times, why now? Ugh… anyways…

My lips were pursed together in annoyance. I paused for a while, letting my pen down on the paper. My feelings were completely jumbled. I don't want to continue writing like an idiot without any proper idea after all. I took a moment to observe the surroundings outside before continuing on. It works for me to think straight.

Jaeden…he… He’s kind and friendly, albeit shy. I felt like I was in a whole new world when I was with him. Meeting him was fate. I wouldn’t admit that it was just a coincidence. No. I wouldn’t accept that. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast when speaking to him. My body was sweating bullets when near him. My face was blushing when we were seeing eye to eye. It was just…wonderful. It was like I was in a fantasy. My fantasy.

Not only that, when I first saw him, I felt like I had a purpose in life. His acting skills inspired me. It was like I was drawn to him. I know that I’m a loner and only good at drawing, but…it doesn’t hurt to try…right? After watching him in movies and observing him on his blogs, I had this sudden urge to experience being with him. He had made friends. Great friends. While I… I’m just a loner. Whenever I think about him, my life seems to become better. My spirits were lifted like he was the cure. 

I didn't realize the smile etched on my face as I wrote this. 

I was so ecstatic that I didn’t want to wake up. It felt like a dream. A wondrous dream. But…dreams don’t last. Just like always, we have to wake up. Despite having him as an inspiration, my insecurities are still killing me. I had no talent for acting. I’m not good with people. I am shy. I am awkward. I’m…. helpless. Just by looking at us, the answer was very obvious.

Though, as soon as it was, my smile transformed again into a frown. 

There is no way for me to stand in the same podium as he is. I have no rights. I’m just a petty commoner. He’s a great actor. I have no friends. He had tons. I am talent-less. He is brilliant. And so on and so forth. The differences are just many. Our gap is too big. While he shines in the light, I am here, watching him from the darkness. He is so far away that all I can do is look up to him. I can’t seem to reach him at all.

I let out a defeated sigh, pausing for a bit. I twirled the pen in between my fingers as I let my gaze fall onto the scenery outside. It was such a wonderful day today. The skies were blue, there were some white, fluffy clouds drifting through the horizon, the trees were swaying softly, the fallen leaves were floating, and the citizens were going on their daily tasks. My eyes gradually softened and tears quietly cascaded down my cheeks.

Maybe it’s better if I should give up… After all, we live in opposite worlds.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

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dating kevin schlieb hdcns

tw- swearing, slight nsfw, gn reader but a mention of a hairtie, spiders, a mention of weed/smoking, reader sits on kevins lap, i think thats all?

- once kevin started dating you he always had at least one hair tie on his wrist for you

- he usually wakes up before you

- likes being the little spoon but won’t admit it so spooning is rarely your go to cuddle position

- he kills the spiders in the winter for you

-“nooo you killed him!” “well would you want it to stay in here and have webs all over?” “no but you could’ve just picked him up and put him out of the window!”

- before you started dating he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he liked you but was too scared to actually ask you out so you asked him out first

- he loves seeing you wear his clothes

- you mostly wear his shirts tho bc he just revolves aroud the same two pairs of pants

- ‘forcing’ hunter to get kevin tripp pants bc those are expensive as fuck and you are not getting them yourself

- he’d be a mix between a fun parent and responsible parent

- so like “if you wanna smoke, smoke weed. but dont do it behind my back, come to me so you dont get stuff thats laced with crap” yk?

- whenever your room gets way too messy he cleans it for you and you get kinda upset, feeling bad that he might’ve felt ‘forced’ to do it

- “you didnt need to clean it i knew where everything was!”

- definitely a switch

- sometimes power bottom sometimes not

- cums just from making you cum

- rly soft relationship but still teasing eachother at the same time

- “you’re supposed to change the sticks before they break asshole”

- “to be fair no one told me!”

- painting his nails all the time

- loves having you sit in his lap just because

- theres a chair? no there’s not. you can just sit in his lap

- hunter makes fun of him for it all the time but he doesn’t care

[loversclwb]

request: Okay okay so what about Jacob Barber having the worst day ( maybe because Ben and Derek were jerks to him ) so he calls his gf when he gets home and asks her to come over and cuddle. When she hears his sad tone, she rushes over there and he’s like “ can you hold me for a while “ and how can she say no to that? So she lets him rest on her and plays with his hair until they both fall asleep ( bonus if Andy finds them like that ) thank youuu 💘

warnings: homophobic slurs, physical violence

authors note: i love this so much 🥺 i love writing cuddle fics you have no idea! im sorry this took so long to deliver :( also, i’m apart of the lgbtq+ community :) i would never use any slur that didn’t belong to me.

jacob dropped his bag onto the floor of his room. he ran his hand over his face, sighing heavily as he rubbed his tired eyes.

today wasn’t very good. in fact, it wad the opposite of good. and it was all bens fault, like usual.

“sup, faggot” ben sneered. he laughed cruelly as he slapped jacob up the back of the head, jacob dropping his books to cradle it.

“hows your girlfriend going?” the rifkin boy asked. jacob hesitated, why the hell was he asking about you? “she’s been good, i guess” jacob mumbled lowly, “why do you care?”

ben smirked, ignoring the end of jacobs sentence “oh really? thats great. i was actually hoping i could talk to you about her. yeah, was hoping you’d let me tap that tonight. been wanting to for awhile, but i thought i’d be polite and ask first.”

jacob clenched his eyes shut. he was trying to get the memory out of his head, bens a fucking bitch, no doubt, and he was nothing more than that. jacob wouldn’t let someone so pathetic bother him.

“e-excuse me?” jacob turned to face ben. originally, he had his back turned to ben so he couldn’t see his discomfort, but he didn’t care right now.

“you heard me” ben laughed, “so can i? she’d definitely say yes, i’ve seen her all around school with you. hanging off of you like some dumb slut, but thats what she is right?”

jacob’s face screwed up, “fuck off, dickhead!” he yelled.

bens face fell to a more serious expression. “what did you say to me?”

“i said, fuck o-!” jacob was stopped mid sentence from ben’s fist colliding with his face. he stumbled back, tripping over his feet and falling to the ground.

“who fucking said you could speak to me that way?” ben shouted before he kicked jacob in the stomach.

when he didn’t get an answer, he crouched down to jacobs level “learn some fucking respect” he spat at him.

jacob frowned. he rubbed his stomach, there was a purple bruise in the middle where ben had hit him. it wasn’t really sore, more an achy type of pain.

luckily for him, bens punch didn’t leave a mark, so he didn’t have anything to hide.

he bent down and grabbed his bag. he winced, the pain of his sore torso being crumpled kicking it.

jacob pulled out his phone. if anyone could make him feel better, it’d be you.

he went into his contacts, pressed ‘y/n 💘’ and waited for you to pick up.

ring, ring, ri-

“heyy” he could practically hear your smile through the phone. “hey baby” he tiredly smiled.

“how are you? do you need something?” you questioned him. “can you come over please?” he asked, “i need you.”

butterflies filled in your stomach and a blush covered your cheeks. “of course i can, how could i say no to you?”

jacob chuckled from the other end of the line “get here soon please, i need cuddles.”

“okay, i’m leaving now. i’ll see you in ten minutes!” you grabbed your house key from your desk. it had your house keys, a charm or two and a key to jacob’s house. andy had given it to you a few months ago incase of emergencies.

“i love you” jacob hummed. “i love you too” you whispered back, “i’ll see you soon.”

its a ten minute walk from your house to jacobs, so you got there the usual time later. you pushed the front door open and walked up the staircase to jacobs room.

when you opened the door, jacob was laying on his bed in comfy clothes. t-shirt and sweats.

when jacob heard the door opening, he shot up off of the bed to hug you. his arms wrapped around your middle, nuzzling his face into your neck. you immediately hugged him back, your arms slung around his neck.

you pulled away and cupped his cheeks in your hands. “hey, are you okay?” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips before he could answer.

jacob gave you a tired smile “just ben being a dick, but i’m better now that you’re here.” “you’re so cheesy, shut up” you laughed.

“can we cuddle?” jacob pouted.

you nodded, kicking your shoes off and following him back to the bed.

jacob wrapped himself around you, clinging onto you like a child. his head buried back in your neck, arms around your waist again.

your hands combed through his hair and jacob sighed in content. he loved when you played with his hair, it made him feel as peace.

“i’m sorry you had a bad day” you mumbled, pressing kisses onto the crown of his head.

jacob hummed in response. his fingers had pushed your shirt up slightly and were caressing the skin of your hips.

“it’s okay, thank you for coming over” he replied. “i’m tired” jacob yawned after his sentence, proving his point.

“go to sleep, baby. you had a long day” you said.

jacob nodded into your neck, “goodnight, babe.” “goodnight jake” you smiled.

it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep while you ran your fingers through his hair, finger nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

you fell asleep soon after. the two of you were still clinging together, napping at 5:37 when andy came home.

“hey kiddo!” andy greeted, walking into jacobs room. his smile fell when he saw the two of you, but it returned almost immediately after.

“this is too cute” andy mumbled, pulling his phone out to take a photo.

“dad?” jacob groaned. andy yelped in surprise, running out of the room and down the stairs.

“dad!”

[lavenderruris]

𝐈𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

    (*) - smut

𝗥.𝗧𝗼𝘇𝗶𝗲𝗿

|| richard tozier headcanons

𝗕.𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵

|| bill denbrough headcanons

𝗦.𝗨𝗿𝗶𝘀

|| stanley uris headcanons

𝗕.𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵

|| beverly marsh headcanons

𝗘.𝗞𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗸

|| edward kaspbrak headcanons

𝗠.𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗻

|| mike hanlon headcanons

𝗕.𝗛𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗺

|| ben hanscom headcanons

[winnie-wise]

jaeden martell did not act THAT well for y’all to keep sleeping on his soft ass the way you do, try harder.

[trustsalvatorewriting]

Beverly Marsh Headcanons For A Partner Who Enjoys Writing

Trust’s Note: I saw IT Chapter Two yesterday and it was really good. Also, I realized that I never wrote for Beverly and she’s so gorgeous and deserves all the love in the world.

_____

- Okay, first of all, she gets so excited when she finds out that you write

- Like, she reads one of your writings and immediately wants to read more of them

- If you wrote something about her, she’s gonna get extremely blushy and will ask to keep it

- Please let her !! She’ll treasure it forever

- She’s always going to motivate you to keep writing, even when you have writers block

- If you had a deadline soon, or she notices that you haven’t written anything in awhile, she’s gonna try to inspire you

- Please show her the stuff you write! She really does enjoy it and she loves that you’re so passionate about it

- She’s gonna try to write a poem about you for a birthday or anniversary.

- She’s actually a good writer, but she’s really insecure about it. Please assure her that it’s good !! She really does her best

- She’s really gonna be the most encouraging and sweet girlfriend, and she’ll support you 100% when it comes to your writing. She knows how much you love it and she just wants to see you happy.

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~ IT Masterlist ~

Last Updated: July 3rd, 2019 | You May Request Here ~

Key: Bold = Favorite of Mine, * = Fluff, ! = Angst/Sadness/Possible triggers

BILL DENBROUGH

Neighbourhood Playground // *

Word Count: 2,092

Summary:  Bill Denbrough’s heart is still sore from his crush on Beverly after she’d moved to Portland, but when h finds a beautiful girl in his neighbourhood playground, he falls in love all over again.

Autophobia // ! *

Word Count: 2,131

Summary:  You have autophobia, a fear of abandonment. After Betty’s “disappearance”, you and Bill have an encounter after you trash talk Bowers, leading to the two of you comforting each other over your losses.

As Sweet as Pumpkin Pie // *

Word Count:  1,106

Summary:  Richie’s up to mischief this autumn season and after relentlessly using both cute and crude pick-up lines on you, Bill’s over it. Though there is one thing in store that Richie has left, and it involves pumpkins.

Sweeter than Candy // *

Word Count: 1,082

Summary:  You and Bill have an at-home date in autumn, carving pumpkins, watching horror movies, and stuffing yourselves with candy, though, there is something sweeter.

Home // * !

Word Count: 7,975

Summary: After transferring to Derry Elementary in 2nd grade, you cross paths with a stuttering boy named Bill Denbrough. He protects you on the first day when Greta Keene tries to lunge at you, and in exchange for his valiant efforts, you provide a safe space for Bill to go to when he needs it.

Because you are Bill Denbrough’s sanctuary.

Friendzone // !

Word Count: 1,991

Summary: You are completely, utterly, devastatingly in love with Bill Denbrough but unfortunately, upon going back to confess your love to him, you catch a glimpse of Bill sharing a kiss with Beverly. 

Hellfire and a Match // ! *

Word Count: 2,631

Summary:  After getting captured by Pennywise in Bev’s place, Bill unleashes his hellfire to save you. He’s forced to confront his fears, and in the end, his feelings.

Blood on My Hands // !

Word Count: 1,750

Summary: Bill blames himself after you get injured during the battle with Pennywise, and at the end, he finds out -- When you have blood on your hands, you’ll never forget it.

Drabbles \ Under 1k:

Sweater Weather | Word Count: 964

Nobody Compares | Word Count: 770

Stardust; (That’s What You’re Made Of) | Word Count: 927

no stars (without you); | Word Count: 642

RICHIE TOZIER

Sh*tty Soulmates - Sh*tty Soulmates Part 2 // *

Word Count: 927 | 930

Summary:  Reader gets hella annoyed with her soulmate after finding a dick on her forehead. But then, after discovering the reason it’s there, she finds herself giddy with excitement.

Unrequited // !

Word Count: 1,611

Summary: The reader is desperately in love with Richie Tozier, someone who is currently seeing another girl. After seeing him in front of the other girl’s house, she breaks down and Stan forces Richie to talk to her, which ended in Richie saying something he really didn’t mean.

Two Way Street | Unrequited Part 2 // ! *

Word Count: 1,644

Summary: After isolating yourself for two days, and sobbing all the while, Bill comes to clean you up and make you feel better, where both you and Richie learn something that day.

The L Word // ! *

Word Count: 1,680

Summary: You’ve always had commitment issues, abandonment issues, and even problems when it came to loving someone. You didn’t want to let yourself fall. But unfortunately, you already did. After years of holding it back, Richie finally vocalizes his feelings, resulting in an unexpected outcome. 

Electric // *

Word Count: 1,453

Summary: Due to a storm, your power goes out, so you end up walking over to your best friend and neighbor Mike’s house since his power is still up. Instead of Mike opening the door, however, you’re met with a certain Trashmouth and you end up spending the rest of the night together.

Nerdy // ! * 

Word Count: 1,148

Summary: Richie has a gigantic crush on the nerdiest girl in Derry. After his teacher sees Richie isn’t paying attention, she has Alexandra tutor Richie, and he’s in for more than he knows. 

Drabbles \ Under 1k:

Boxing Day | Word Count: 501

Quiet | Word Count: 606

STANLEY URIS

Lovebirds // ! *

Word Count: 2,066

Summary: After finding an injured Scarlet Tanager in the forest surrounding Derry, you run to Stan for help, and in the end, you confess something to him. 

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Sunflower ~ B.D. (Part 1)

A/n: This song is hella short but I listened to it and needed to write it and then thought of this so it’ll be like a mini song prompt, much shorter than how long they usually here. Hopefully you’ll still enjoy all the same :) Also I’m sorry this is so long and rushed it has to cover the whole movie OOF. Things will definitely slow down from here...

Anon: Pidge

Word Count: 4654

MASTERLIST

Rose girls in glass vases: Perfect bodies, perfect faces. They all belong in magazines, those girls the boys are chasing, winning all the games they're playing. They're always in a different league...

“Hey!” The voice was unexpected and no one knew who they were referring to, so everyone looked. Just in time to see a fist plant squarely into Marcia Fadden’s jaw, causing her two bitch friends, Greta Bowie and Sally Mueller, to stumble back with dropped jaws and wide eyes as Marcia tumbled to the ground. “Come near my little sister again with your ugly perms and fake smile I promise I’ll do more than just leave a bruise on you pretty face. I’ll break that big fat nose of yours and you’ll look even uglier than you already do. Got it?” There was a slight pause and the new girl in the bathroom - who had interrupted the three girls in their end-of-the-year bullying of Beverly Marsh - bristled. Marcia groaned on the ground, struggling to sit up, which scared Greta and Sally enough not to test the girl who had put her in that condition. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” The girl screamed.

Greta stepped forward, trying to look brave even though she was faced with someone she wasn’t sure she could take on. Someone bigger than her. Confident and demanding. A face she didn’t recognize and therefore had no idea on her limits or lack thereof. “What sister is that?”

The girl glared. “Secily Smith,” she sneered. “You can mess with me and I won’t stop you trying to make yourself feel better by messing with your peers, but do not - I repeat, DO NOT come near my sister. Is that clear enough for you or do I actually have to break one of your noses?”

Sally grumbled, “We get the fucking point. God.”

The girl smirked. “Good.” And then she turned around and waltzed out of the bathroom. Beverly, still in the stall, shook her head to overcome her shock at hearing someone stand up to Greta and her bitch gang s boldly, taking the moment of silence and no movement to bust open the stall, stalking out after Y/n without a fault in her stride as if she had expected every little detail of what just happened.

When Beverly got outside, she looked up and down the hall but none of the facial expressions or ways anyone was walking gave off the kind of confidence and power the mystery girl in the bathroom had shown.

How had someone like that gone unnoticed by... everyone? All year? Or- years? As far as anyone knew, Ben was the only newby.

Secily Smith. Hm. That was a name Bev could work with.

While Bev planned a way to find out the source of a possible friend, Y/n L/n was walking home with her eyes on the ground, trying to even out her breathing. She was hopped up on anxiety from confronting Greta like that, but the fleeting moment of rage-fueled confidence was all she’d needed to scare those girls into leaving her sister alone. Okay, well, STEP sister, but it’s all the same right?

As Y/n neared the elementary school, she sighed. She’d stopped by on her way like every other day, but this time for the last time before Summer. She waited the few minutes until the younger kids got out, looking around at the parents waiting for their kids. Once upon a time, Y/n would hide behind a tree as Bill Dembrough waited for his younger brother, George. She would admire him and the cute embrace they would have before the older brother shoved the younger away playfully, messing his hair up as they both laughed.

Secily, who knew of Y/n’s infatuation with the sweet boy everyone else knew as Stuttering Bill, thought it was silly to hide and had even befriended George in order to force Y/n closer to Bill. The two kids had really hit it off and Y/n had run been forced to run into Bill a lot more often.

Picking up Secily from school, where the two younger kids were attached at the hip, forcing Y/n over. Picking up Secily from George’s house, often running into Bill in the process. Lunch dates or play dates or hang outs. Dropping off, picking up, running into each other in small towns, where George would notice Secily or Secily would notice George and they’d call to the other, bringing their families together once again. At George’s funeral, where Secily has clung to her older sister with their parents nowhere in sight, hiding her face so her sobs wouldn’t be heard.

That had been a rough while. Secily wasn’t as talkative anymore. She didn’t socialize as much and her attendance at things she’d always dragged Y/n to had all but completely disappeared. For so your a child, she was incredibly sad and reclusive and quiet.

That’s what Y/n was thinking of when Secily made her way to where Y/n waited for her, eyes on her feet. Y/n opened her arms and Secily moved into them. “Hey Sissy,” Y/n whispered, rubbing the younger girl’s back. “How was school.”

The younger girl mumbled incoherently, burying her face in Y/n’s stomach and refusing to move. Y/n sighed, stepping back and offering her arms in more of a way to pick her up than hug her. The six year old smiled briefly, allowing Y/n to carry her. It was only a fifteen minute walk to their house and Sissy was tiny as heck. Y/n could bare the weight to give her sister some comfort. She walked, Sissy bouncing a little on her back as Y/n talked to full the silence.

“We’ll have all summer now,” Y/n mused softly. “We can stay up late and have camp outs in the living room in our couch forts all we want... I can get candy. Snickers, your favorite.”

“I miss Georgie.” Y/n stopped abruptly. It had been nine months. Almost a year, and Sissy had not said it out loud once. She had not voiced her sorrow or pain that someone so young should be feeling nowhere near. Y/n wasn’t good with her own emotions, but someone else’s? Sissy held onto her sister tighter. “Never leave me okay?”

Y/n’s grip on Sissy’s ankles tightened. “I wouldn’t leave you if they put a gun up to my head and tried to force me.”

“What if they put a gun up to Bill’s head?”

“Then the Denbroughs would suffer two lost children.” Y/n moved Sissy around to hold the young girl in her arms, against her chest. “No one will ever take me from you. And no one will EVER take you from me. I promise Sissy. I give you my word.”

Sissy was quiet for a few seconds before Y/n felt her nod. “I believe you.”

“He used to take me here all the time,” Sissy gushed as she dragged a smiling Y/n behind her up the cliff to the edge. “We have to jump off! Come on PLEAAAAAAASE!”

Y/n laughed and dropped her bike, nodding. “Okay okay okay! But we have to be really careful and I want to go first.” Sissy nodded and Y/n sighed before simply pulling her shirt over her head and then tugging off her shorts after kicking off her shoes. Sissy stripped in the same way, until they were down to their underwear, and then they walked to the edge of the cliff. Sissy looked thrilled that Y/n swallowed her fear and forced a grin on her face. The adrenaline started pumping and Y/n took a deep breath before screwing up her face and jumping. Her breath caught and her mind went blank. She hit the water and sunk, pausing. It was so quiet down there. So serene that Y/n almost wanted to never leave. Just sink to the bottom of the Quarry and stay there.

But she had made Sissy a promise. She wouldn’t leave. So instead of disappearing into the dark depths, Y/n pushed to the surface. “Okay, tour turn!” Y/n called. Sissy smiled as Y/n swam backwards to get out of her way. Then the tiny girl jumped and every part of Y/n’s body tensed. She was so small and fell so much slower. It seemed that the fall would kill her, surely. Y/n counted to two before panicking after Sissy big the water but then the young girl broke the surface, water falling between her teeth as she broke into laughter before she’d been implement out of the water.

At the girl’s giddiness, Y/n brightened and loosened up too and soon they were both dunking each other and pulling each other under and playing water games like Marco Polo and pretending they were mermaids.

They’d come quite early, set on staying at the quarry the whole day. They’d even packed a basket for a picnic lunch when they were done swimming, and Y/n had brought a book she was reading aloud to Sissy over the summer.

Right about noon, when Y/n was thinking about taking a break because it was near lunch time and Sissy was obviously getting quite tired - her mom would thank her for tiring out the little girl, surely - there cane voices from the woods. Y/n paled, not up for trusting anyone other than the little girl she knew it couldn’t be. She ditched the idea of saving heir stuff, pulling Sissy against her and hiding in the side of the cliff, trying to see who was approaching without giving away where they were if it was someone dangerous. Who else used the Quarry during weekdays?

It was Beverly’s voice that gave them away, even before Richie had the chance to.

“Hey, I think someone’s already here.” Her voice echoed off the cliff and Y/n bit her lip, unsure of who Beverly would be with, since the last time Y/n had checked Beverly and her were as much both mutually alone as they were both girls. That’s where the similarities would stop though. It seemed, though, she was definitely talking to someone.

Then Richie spoke, his voice loud and unmistakably his own. “Looks like a date. Bet if we look around we can get a peek at some people getting DOWN.” He snorted but when no other sounds came, Y/n concurred the others were ignoring him.

“Where are they?” Eddie asked, his voice shaking with worry. “Looks like two girls. Are they, um, okay or whatever?”

Y/n dismissed his concern as disliking to be around a dead body in case things had gone truly awry with the two girls he didn’t know.

There was a pause. “HELLO?”

Y/n’s heart stopped, her eyes widening and her body loosening in shock. Bill. Sissy, taking her chance, shoot forward, turning so her face looked up at the Losers. “HI!”

“Holy shit,” Richie cursed in surprise.

Sissy shot a look to Y/n who slowly moved to where the others could see her. “You guys gonna come in?” Sissy called, grinning from ear to ear. Y/n brightened- Sissy hasn’t been this happy since George had died. “What are you waiting for, you scared?”

Something about a six year old insulting their bravery pushed all of the Losers to quickly join them in the water, shedding their clothes and jumping off the cliff. Sissy interacted with all of them as Y/n kept her head down, suddenly shy and quiet. Sissy finally rolled her eyes, pulling Y/n over by her hand- straight to Bill.

“Hey-ay-“ Bill stuttered, smiling warmly.

I swallowed, struggling too hard with speaking to even te a word out. I admire his ability to speak around his stutter. I nodded, feeling about ready to cry. I was anxious and exposed and had not expected other people to show up. But they had. And I was hating it.

“She’s shy,” Sissy eased. “You’re pretty shy too. Maybe help me out with her?”

Richie moved next to Sissy’s side, cackling as e threw an arm around the little girl. “See these shy babes will never understand what it’s like for us, Kiddo.”

Sissy rolled her eyes. “I may only be six, but you’re only eleven. It’s not like you’re thirteen or anything, don’t act all grown up.”

Richie’s eyes widened, a grin lighting up his face. “I like you! Next time we’re hanging out at the arcade, there’s a few games I have to-“

“Next time?” Everyone looked at me as I spoke for the first time. I blushed under their gazes. In order to shift the focus, I offered a, “I don’t even know your names.” Which was a COMPLETE lie but a good segway nonetheless.

Bill took the opportunity to step forward, introducing Mike, Ben, Stan, Richie, Eddie, and then... “And this ih-is Bev.” His gaze softened as he landed on her and she blushed, her smile warm and adorable.

My stomach turned as all of the other Losers rolled their eyes, obviously only too aware of whatever chemistry was between the two. Meanwhile, my heart was shattering. Thankfully I wasn’t the only one who heard the break.

Sissy took my hand, leaning her head against my neck. “Y/n/n, I’m really tired...”

Thankful for my ever perspective younger sister, I began moving us toward shore. “Well, it was very nice to meet you, but we have to be going. It’s this one’s nap time. We’ve been here since like 7am so...”

“Yeah,” Mike eased as he looked at me with an analyzing gaze, sensing there was something past what I was giving away and trying to decipher it.

“See you next time?” Richie called.

I pretended not to hear him as Sissy and I gathered our stuff and left as fast as we could.

Stretching toward the sky like I don't care, wishing you could see me standing there. But I'm a sunflower, a little funny. If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me.

I'd avoided the Losers successfully for a very, very long time. Eventually they seemed rather preoccupied and stopped caring, forgetting about me altogether. I wasn't complaining. Being friends with them meant opening up endless possibilities to have someone realize that I had whatever feelings I had for Bill, and with the obvious goings on between him and Beverly, I didn't want to be on the unrequited side of the Love Triangle of Pain and Misery.

That all got messed up when I saw Greta being a bitch to Eddie and lost my shit. Greta alone was enough to boil my blood and ring out the aggressive side no one knew about me, when I was confident and an unbridled spit fire. But Eddie of all people? Eddie wasn't perfect but he was so small and easily scared and I felt a burning need to protect him. I didn't know what it was about him but he ignited mama bear inside of me on a level with Sissy.

So when I saw her offer to sign Eddie's blank cast as I was grabbing antibiotics (Sissy was sick), getting Eddie all excited just so see her glare level on him as his smile slowly faded...

"What the FUCK is your problem?" I seethed aggressively. Greta jumped, my authorative town putting her on edge even though it had almost been three full months since I cornered her and her friends in the bathroom after they'd tugged on Sissy's pigtails she'd been so proud of until the little girl felt ashamed and pulled them out, returning to her usual single ponytail. "Are you so lonely and miserable that you so strongly feel the need to drag everyone to your level?"

Eddie stared at me in awe as I slapped down money to pay for the medicine I was buying before letting my glare fall after lingering a second longer, then softly laying a hand on Eddie's arm, letting him know I wanted him to follow me. He did.

He took me to his house where I met his mother. She seemed suspicious at first but my usual charming timidness and unwavering politeness and well practiced flattery wiggled her down eventually.

After introductions, my eyes landed on Eddie's cast, my smile disappearing. "Will you excuse us for a moment?" I asked Mrs. K. She smiled, waving us off to return to her show and I nodded toward the kitchen. "Come on, I need to do something." He followed me once again. I motioned to a chair where he sat. Propping his cast up on the table. "Where do you keep your marker?" He directed me and I shuffled through. He only had one red marker and I supposed that was better than any other since it would mostly just blend into the the other letter. I sat down next to him, looking at the cast for a second.

LOSER.

I had meant to just sign my name, but then I smiled as I scrawled a messy, rushed V over the S. Then I signed my name under it.

When I looked up our eyes locked and we both smiled. "Thank you," he whispered. I shrugged. "You know I thought you were shy and hated us... but I don't think that's true."

My smile faltered. "People don't like a smart girl who takes control and stands up for what she believes in. Look at Beverly." There was a pause. "I'm really hot headed and my mom said that if I didn't get my temper under control then she would ship me off, and... Sissy and I couldn't bare the thought of being separate. So I just... stifled all of it. Muted myself."

Eddie placed his good hand over mine and we smiled again. Whether I liked it or not, we were friends now. Really, though, I couldn't even lie and say I did mind it all that much without sounding completely ridiculous.

That's when Eddie got the call, and the stretch of complete Hell and trauma in my young life started. At first he tried to leave without me, but now that I'd made my first friend I refused to let him go into any danger that made him look as scared as he did without as much backup as possible. He faced down his mom (I gave him a congratulatory high five and he didn't stop smiling for a few solid seconds... until I asked what was going on) and then we got in our bikes, peddling to Neibolt as Eddie explained the most insane story I'd ever heard.

Maybe I was just as crazy, but there was a look in his eyes that I just couldn't deny. He wasn't lying. So I went with him. The Losers were surprised to see me but Eddie told them to shut up so they did, focusing instead on updating me on absolutely anything and everything Eddie might have missed.

Bill stood, offering me a pipe as he took in my shocked expression as I processed, trying to work around my doubts which were considering surfacing. The looks in their faces were the same as Eddie’s had been- none of them were lying. With lives on the line, there wasn’t time to get proof. So I was trying to take a keep of faith... but even with my open mind, this was a lot. “You doh-don’t have to come in,” he eased, meeting my eyes with a reassuring smile, easing the pressure I knew was still there.

I took a second, looking at the house and swallowing. “Beverly’s in there,” I mumbled. “And this thing is just going to keep killing people...” My resolved snapped into place as I met Bill’s eyes. “And like you said, the more of you there are, the weaker IT is.”

“Us,” Eddie piped up. I looked at him with question written all over my face. “More of US there are, the weaker IT is.”

Richie threw an arm around me. “You scare easy, but... Welcome to the Loser’s Club, Kitty Kat.” He snickered. “Get it? Cause you’re a scaredy cat?” I shoved my elbow lightly into his ribs and he stepped back, pretending to smile. That’s all the joking was. False, fake. But I was officially a Loser, so that was cool.

Then we went in. There was Stan’s hesitation, going down the well, Henry almost killing Mike and then plummeting down to his death into the depths of the bottom of the well that none of us could see, and then we were waiting for Mike to come down the well when everything went from bad to worse.

“Y/n.” The name was low and garbled but I spun around, sure that it had been none of other than my stupid little sister who had called me... even though it did sound a little off. “Y/n.” There it was again.

IT had gotten Georgie nine months ago, Bill was sure of it. Now that shit face of a clown had my goddamn little sister. Well, not on my watch.

In hindsight, running off after Sissy was the single dumbest thing I had ever and would ever do. I didn’t know what IT was capable of in person, but I did know that I would get killed unless I stuck to the group. Yo be fair to me, though, I wasn’t used to having people to rely on. I wasn’t used to having friends or even acquaintances. Sissy was all I had left. Our parents didn’t count as dependable, loving, or responsible- without Sissy I was all alone again, like before they’d married and I’d had her come into my life. So, without a second though I took after her by myself. I didn’t notify the other Losers- I didn’t pause long enough to even consider it.

What do you expect from an eleven year old facing the prospect of losing the six year old sister that alone stands between complete loneliness and true companionship? I loved her more than life itself. I think I proved it then.

Whipping hair and bright colored dresses that were distinctly Sissy’s lead me to a chamber with pipes along the wall. It was expansive and dark and I used the flashlight to try and find where Sissy or IT was. Trying to find something, anything. “HEY!” I screamed. “WHARE IS SHE, YOU PIECE OF FUCK? WHERE’S MY SISTER?”

My flashlight finally landed on glowing yellow eyes and I jumped back, crying out in surprise. IT was exactly like the others had explained it, except... I had been wrong about the eyes. Not even yellow, they were a crystal blue. Must have been the reflection of the flash light. IT smiled at me, tilting It’s head. “Looking for your little Sissy?” It mewled, surprising me without calm and reasonable the voice was. I found myself feeling as if I was facing any adult or bully. Just another piece of shit standing between me and Sissy.

The one way anyone could ever make me upset? Hurt someone I cared about. It had scared the Losers and physically hurt a few of them too. It had killed Georgie and COUNTLESS others over the years. It had taken Beverly. And, worse of all, it had taken Sissy.

I brandished my flashlight like it was a club. “Where,” I demanded with slit eyes. “Is she?”

IT smiled wider. “I don’t have her.” He came at me and I felt the breath knocked out of me as IT grabbed my throat, slamming me into the wall. “But I have you.” The voice seemed to come from a whole new person, now lower and teeming with a sense of madness that out me on edge.

My anger overruled my fear. Whether or not IT had Sissy, it didn’t lessen all the other crimes IT had committed, and justice was demanding to be met. “I’m going to make you pay,” I spit with the last breath in my body. “I’m going to make you writhe and squirm and BEG, and then I’m going to fucking kill you. I’m going to see you die you stupid ass clown.”

The smile IT had never failed to done faltered and IT looked at me a split second before pulling me closer, sniffing me in the most inhuman, disturbing way before huffing through IT’s nose like IT had sniffed pepper instead of my scent. What did it have against regular store brand shampoo and soap? “You’re not scared,” IT growled.

“I’m scared,” I admitted. “I’m just more angry.”

IT looked at me like I was something IT had never seen before. A discovery that fascinated IT. “Not normal anger though,” IT mused.

The hands around my throat loosened to give me air but not enough to let me free. “I use my anger to protect people,” I reasoned huffily. “I don’t use my anger to destroy. I’m not-“ My head suddenly went blank and the fear seeped in again.

That’s what IT had been waiting for it seemed. IT didn’t even bother to turn into my grandfather, simply settling to get right to the eating me part. I understood why as I heard the screams of the Losers in the tunnels. My friends. MY FRIENDS! GOD I was such an idiot! While I was sitting here making small talk with a murderous demon clown who was now about to eat me, I was distracting from saving Beverly.

IT’s jaw unhinged and I screamed, fear suddenly threw only thing I could feel. I had never been more horrified in my life, the rows of teeth and general horror in front of me worse than my even most active imaginings could ever conjure. I closed my eyes, turning my head as I screamed, clawing at the wall like I used to when my grandpa would attack me. Suddenly there was commotion and the hand loosened as I fell to the floor, my body shaking. Eddie was there first, pulling em to my feet and making sure I was okay.

We didn’t have time to really make sure, though, because suddenly Bill had pulled the same dumbass move I had and run off. So now we were running after him. Finding him with a disturbingly accurate looking Georgie. Fighting IT, where my new friends got to see my grandfather sneer at me as IT grasped at the only thing IT knew I was afraid of before I slammed my pole into IT, showing off my angry side to my friends for the first time. Then IT was gone and Bill found Georgie’s coat and we were leaving, holding each other close and trying to get the full story from everyone’s point of view. They were disturbed to hear about Bev’s idea of the future that she’d sort of seen while under the influence of the deadlights and even more so by my far too casual conversation with IT. And then Bill was standing, ready to get us to vow to all come back. Bev and I looked gazes before standing up. We had dealt with IT more, so I applauded her for standing up with as much confidence as I did.

I was one of the last ones to leave, but the obvious tension between Bill and Beverly was obvious, and I would get an earful from Bev about it later, who was only too excited to have another girl in the group to talk about her feelings too. Especially when, it seemed, they included the boy I liked. Not that she meant it to be that way...

I didn’t care though. Sissy and Bev were safe and IT was gone. For now. There were pieces to pick up before I could even start to think of romance, and years to live that held plenty of time to figure it all. For now, I had to say goodbye to one of my first new friends only a few weeks after I had gained her friendship. Right now, everything else could wait.

[slimcicle]

Am I the only one hurt by his dead? I mean, he just want to help The Kid, I'm so sad

[popmybrains]

Doll Face - Richie Tozier x Reader Part One: Prologue

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. 

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A/N: 1) This is a reboot for a previous fanfiction of mine, If you wish to read it you may, just go to my profile and look for it under the title "Panophobia", just know that it is filled with errors, and poorly planned with stuff just going all over the place.

2) I try to post as often as I can, but I'm pretty busy and there are other things that come first than updating, but I try to do my best.

3) I really hope that you all will understand since that I have carpal tunnel I have to write in short amounts, So I really can't guarantee long chapters but I'll try my best. 

4) Unlike Panophobia, this story will be proof read, by a few friends of mine so we will try to catch as many errors as we can, but if we still miss one feel free to leave a comment about it.

5) I will try to keep it as close to the movie as possible, but there are certain elements I'm going to change, mostly minor things but closer to the end of the book I have something planned that really does not follow the movie. 

Warnings: Bullying

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) held onto her backpack, staring at the tiled floor of the school as she headed toward the west entrance to leave, the school year finally having come to end. Standing at the top of the cement stairs outside of the building, the wind blowing through her (H/C) hair, catching the cream colored dress she wore, blowing to the side.

Looking forward she saw the police gathered together with a women. Her best friend Betty Ripsom's mother to be more exact. Bringing her gaze back to her feet, she let her mind wonder as she started walking, her eyes busy observing her black flats with socks ruffled with lace to compliment the dress.

Turning her head slightly she ignored the four boys rushing pass her to the garbage cans. She thought about the day Betty went missing, she had just saw her too, they had went to arcade together, something her mother considered ghastly for young girls to do.

They had a fun time, even if (Y/N) had ruined one of the dresses her mother had bought but spilling a milkshake on it. She remembered the day so vidily, she had even told Betty to be safe on her way home, yet something clearly happened because she ended up going missing.

She turned her head to see Betty's mom searching for her daughter among the crowd. Debating on going to talk to Mrs Ripsom about the rumors if Betty was really hiding out at home as this was just an act, her thoughts were interrupted by a boy being shoved into her side.

Letting out a squeal she was shoved the ground with a boy taller than herself laying on top, another to her side as Patrick, one of the school bullies squatted over him, throwing his kippah into a open bus window.

Not hearing the conversation between the other boys and Henry's gang, she moved to get on her hands and knees trying to get over the ache in her side as the boy on top of her had stood up, dusting off his jeans and hawaiian shirt.

The shortest of them all looked horrifed as the jerk who fell on her did nothing, barely listening to the little boys shriek at the other one, (Y/N) jerked her hands about looking for the headband that fell out of her hair. "Are you fucking stupid Richie! You don't just fall on top of a girl and not do anything-" (Y/N) stopped listening when she saw a hand in front of her face.

Looking up she stared at who said hand belong to. Taking it, she studied the tall boy with his hair swept to the side of his face as he stared back. "Can I help you?" (Y/N) asked removing her hand from his, faintly hearing the bickering from behind her.

The one in front of her snapped out of his daze and lifted his hand, holding a white headband with a bow on it. "Oh, y-y-you dropped this." He said handing it back to her.

Before it could be though it was snatched by a boy wearing glasses which magnified his eyes had stolen. "Hey!" (Y/N) had yelled, trying to get it back before Richie lifted it over his head out of her reach.

"Who would wear such a thing, it's so stupid looking." He laughed, enjoying how the girl jumped trying to reach her headband. "Give it back! My mom will kill me!" She cried, irritated at the jerk before her. Turning around she eyed the shortest one of the group standing next to the curly haired boy, whose eyes lit up with recognition

."Eddie, make your shitty friend here give it back." At this Richie lowered the headband confused, giving (Y/N) a chance to snatch it back and put it on her head once more. Said curly hair boy turned to look down at Eddie. "You know her?" He asked confused. As Eddie opened his mouth to speak, the girl beat him to it.

"Of course he knows me! I'm his family!"

[neo-cherryy]

Cigarette Lighter

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Richie has a crush on the older girl who he always sees with a group on the edge of the woods on his way home.

A/N: This is more of my own character thing because I have her in my head and it’s hard for me rn to think of writing to adapt to “Y/N”. I hope you enjoy!!

“Bev has two go’s before it’s my turn,” Ben called out to the group, all the others becoming excitable over the topic. They bounded about on the streets as they walked, speaking loudly to create unwanted attention.

“Sarah,” Beverly asked, the others cooed behind her to show agreement and appreciation of her suggestion. Richie rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Can you guys stop trying to involve yourselves in my fucking love life?” he pleaded. It was more so out of embarrassment, due to his knowledge of the unrequited feelings. The group ignored him and carried on calling out names to him, bombarding him until they walked passed her. The one who Richie’s friends were trying to guess. The one who Richie had seamlessly fallen head over heels for. Lillian Vern. Anxiety pressed against his chest as he stared to her, the voices of his friends behind him becoming muffled and distant. He turned the corner in which he had to leave them, waved to them absent-mindedly until he reached near to her.

She was much older than him by 3 years, but she made him feel as if there were no such thing as age. She intrigued him and as he passed by, walking alongside his bike, he couldn’t help but stare at her in particular. There were about 3 other girls, but his focus always transmitted straight through to her, as if the other girls didn’t even exist to him. His stare was quite intent, eyes squinted slightly despite perfect vision through his thickly brimmed glasses. She made his chest ache, a physical pain of realisation of how much he liked someone who he didn’t really know, nor had he spoken to apart from a time he bumped into her and she thanked him for picking up her cigarette pack. Their hands had brushed slightly and he had cherished that moment since, a day that had been his most desired and favourite – something he would never tell his friends, or anyone for that matter.

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He saw her sat there, Lillian Vern, alone this time. It was rare for him to see her without her group but perhaps she was waiting for them, he thought. She was tapping her foot in frustration as she rested herself against the fence, her hands close to her face in attempts to light up her cigarette. She took her hands away and sighed, rolling her eyes as she did so, shook the lighter and then tried again. After the fifth failure, she stopped.

“Fuck,” Richie called out as he fell. He had become tangled with his bike within a miniature puddle from yesterday’s rainfall. She chuckled and made her way over towards him. She held her hand out to him after a few minutes of laughing at him, which Richie had kindly taken the advantage of as he placed his hand on top of hers and stood up. He brushed himself off but left his hands on the back of his jeans, the realisation kicking him as he felt the wetness. “Fuck,” he said again, this time muttering quietly.

“You’re pretty light,” Lillian changed the subject to spare his embarrassment, which he had taken as her almost sparing his life and dignity. She smiled warmly towards him and he could’ve sworn that the warmth had helped dry the wet patch up a bit. He just laughed at her words, unsure and too nervous to think of what to say exactly. “You don’t happen to have a lighter on you, do you? Mines fucking with me,” she laughed and gestured to the small clipper in her hands.

“Yeah, I should do,” he bent down to rummage through the pockets of his bag. After a moment, she bent down too, sitting crossed legged opposite him. She watched his hands shake as he opened and closed zips and pushed his now soaked books about. Her eyes flickered from his hands to his face, making Richie more nervous, as her black eye makeup made her gazes come across more intense, despite her eyes being delicate and bright.

“I swear the universe fucking hates me, man,” she smiled. She had manoeuvred her posture to now rest her chin on her knee with her right leg still on the floor, wrapped in front of her left ankle. She picked at the skin on the sides of her fingernails and then began to play with the laces on her combat boots. She wasn’t all that good at communicating with people outside of her group, her awkward personality radiated onto people and created uncomfortable situations between the two, but with Richie she felt less awkward. She still had the aura, but it was lessened; it was most likely due to his nervousness overshadowing hers.

“Here,” his voice cracked slightly as he spoke and passed her the zippo lighter to her. Her small pale hands took the silver box from his and she began to play with it.

“USS Pigment Sound,” she read aloud, her head tilted like a puppy as she scanned the picture and words on the item. Richie watched her, the aching feeling spreading through his body once more. He was quite certain that this feeling was unhealthy and had wished it would leave, but he wasn’t entirely sure exactly how to get rid of it. so, he let it be. He let it stay and slowly eat him alive as he looked at the girl opposite him be so unaware of her beauty and ambience through her delicate behaviour. “Standard for excellence,” she continued to read and chuckled quietly to herself. She finally looked up to him, knocking Richie out of his daze evidently, and gave him a soft smile. She took out her crumpled cigarette from her pocket and gestured to it, “See?” she lit the cigarette and passed the lighter back to him.

He took it from her and chucked all of his books back into his bag. “Do you have a spare actually?” he asked, indicating to the cigarette held between her fingers. She nodded. Lillian reached into her chest pocket, the corduroy material stroking her skin comfortingly, before reaching out a straight and passing it to him. “Could you light it?” He asked, hoping she would accept. She smiled, nodded and he placed the lighter into her palm. He watched the concentration closely that developed gradually on her face, and he looked to the cigarette that was held loosely between her two lips, something he always found beautiful for some reason. He then looked to her hair, the way a few strands of her fringe had decided to fall perfectly on either side of her face, as the rest was pinned back sloppily into a half up/half down greasy and tatted mess. She pulled away and threw the lighter down on his bag. “Maybe we should get out of the road.”

“Probably should,” she said. “But nobody comes down here at these times. Not when people know we come and sit here, you’re the only kid brave enough to pass us – that’s why we never bother you. I mean, I don’t have the nerve to bother anybody, but the others, they would if you weren’t so funny at school.” She nudged him with her elbow before taking the cigarette from her lips and ashing it down on the ground.

“I have no choice,” he laughed. “This is the only way I can go.”

“Then count yourself lucky, Rich. Daley really digs you, wished you were his little brother, to be honest.” Richie’s heart stopped. His anxiety increased at the mention of a boy’s name, at his name. He wanted to ask how she knew, how she found out but then realised – the entire school knew who he was, even before she graduated a year ago.

The two finished up their smoking session before standing up, Lillian towering over him by a few inches. They smiled to each other before parting ways and as he turned back to take in her appearance before he went home, he saw the large group gather and surround her. He faced forwards and lifted himself up to the seat of his bike, and as he did he noticed the once wet patch on the back of his jeans had dried.

[louscartridge]

Hi!! Could you do a kevin x reader meet cute? Like they have a cute style but like slipknot, knorn,, and other metal bands. Thank you :)

cw- none i dont think

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at first he was really surprised.

you were the one who talked to him first

he was scared to talk to you because of his music taste and him playing the drums and all

he thought you would think he was weird or something.

and you noticed that he kept stealing glances whenever he could, so you said something

once you guys knew each other for a while you finally asked him to go over to your house.

thats where he found your music taste.

you forgot he was supposed to come over, so you still were drawing on your bed, listening to slipknot and whatever other band came on that was in the playlist

you heard a knock on your door, and you assumed it was your guardian, so you just responded with 

“im doing something, and yes, ill turn it down”

but the voice that responded most definitely did not belong to someone who lives in your house.

“uh- its- its kevin. you asked me to come over today?”

“shit! yeah just a second sorry i completely forgot!”

you turned off your music quickly, made your bed and opened the door.

“hi” 

“hi”

he was shocked to say the least.

but you were friends with hunter after all. (it wasnt until later that he learned the hunter calls the music you listen to ‘poser music’)

looking around your room, he was met by band posters and band tshirts on your floor.

he recognized some of them, not alot tho.

“is that the music you listen to all the time?”

“yeah, it pretty much always have been.”

he was really confused and taken aback honestly

but he definitely liked it

he felt alot more confident around you after that.

you gave him song recommendations

ones to pay on the drums and just songs or bands you think hell like or whatever your liking at the moment.

sometimes its a bit much because he has songs and stuff he has to listen to from both you and hunter.

it would take him so convincing to go to a concert

but after you do convince him he likes it non the less.

the first few he was quite awkward

but after a bit he wouldnt be so bad

hes like a completely different person at concerts then he is just hanging out or at school or something.

hunter says that your turning him into a “poser” or something

kevin was really confused as to why hunter kept saying that

but then you explained that hunter was just joking because of the fact that hes listening to two kinds of metal. 

overall really likes it and thinks its cool he has more then just hunter who listens to metal and stuff.

[riverdalexvixens]

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masterpiece. [ bill denbrough ]

summary: bill draws pictures of reader, even though they’ve never talked before

warnings: one swear word

word count: 1,003

author’s note: a short imagine for y’all bc this is my first time writing about my billy boy!! idk why but the gif is so satisfying to me?? idk ���bout y'all tho. this is an original imagine and not from my wattpad acc ayeeee!!

this is set in bill’s pov btw!

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(y/e/c) - your eye color

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there she was.

she sat on her desk, her (y/h/c) hair sitting on top of her shoulders, her elbow prompted on top of the desk and her head placed on top of her palm as she listened attentively to the teacher.

she’s beautiful, no doubt.

i sketched the curves of her face and looked back at her then drew some more, trying to make it as realistic as i can, though her beauty can’t be compared to a drawing.

as soon as i was finished, i placed my pencil down and held my sketchbook in my hands, staring at my work. it’s good, but she’s better.

the school bell rings, indicating the end of class. the teacher tells us about our homework as we pack up our things and head for our next class. i put the notebooks and books i need for my next class inside my bag and i just held the ones that i don’t need, including my sketchbook.

i was the last to leave and i was greeted by the chaos and noise of the hallway. people were running around, some were skating, and so much more.

i looked around and tried to spot my friends, immediately seeing the curly light brown hair of my best friend, stan. i was about to call them, but they obliviously walk away from my sight. i sighed and speed walk, trying to catch up to them.

i was too focused catching up to my friends that i didn’t notice passing by the bowers’ gang and henry smirking as he placed his foot in the way, making me trip and fall to the ground.

i dropped my things and grunted as the bowers’ gang laughed at my fall. i stand up quickly and was about to fire something back at henry and his goons, but i hear someone shout henry’s name.

“hey! leave him alone!” i hear someone say and i look to see her, glaring at henry. henry scoffs and smirks at her, raising an eyebrow. “yeah? what are you gonna do about it?”

all of a sudden, she grips the collar of henry’s shirt and pushes him against the locker with a great amount of force, looking at him with rage in her eyes. henry looks at her with shock and his goons try to break them apart, but as soon as she looked at them with a death glare, they freeze and slowly backed away.

henry tries to break free from her, but her grip on his collar was so tight and strong that her knuckles were turning white.

“what the fuck?! let me go!”

she leans in towards him and says with gritted teeth, “don’t make me repeat myself. leave him alone or else i’ll get my dad to tell your dad about the bullshit that you’ve been doing.” (a/n: just to be clear: reader is the daughter of henry’s dad’ s best friend hehe)

henry’s eyes go wide when she mentions about his dad. “okay! okay! i’ll leave him alone!” she finally lets go of him and he scurries off with his goons following him behind.

she turns to me with a soft smile, making my breath hitch in my throat. “hey, i’m so sorry that they were bothering you. you okay?”

“y-y-y-y-yeah,” i manage to say, my stutter becoming worse.

she bends down to the ground and picks up my things. i froze in place, shocked that a beautiful girl like her was helping and talking to me. i broke from my frozen state when i hear her chuckle when she picks up my sketchbook which was coincidentally opened on my drawing of her.

i quickly snatch my sketchbook, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. she gets up and gives me back my things and i thank her, shyly. it was obvious that she was holding back a laugh and it irks me that i embarrassed myself on our first time talking with each other.

she lingers with the same cheeky smile she has on her face and says, “mind if i see that drawing of me again?”. my eyes go wide with shock and i try to say something back, but all that comes out of my mouth were inaudible mutters of panic. “c’mon, i won’t judge you. i appreciate you noticing my beauty.” she flips her hair sassily, making me chuckle a bit.

a million thoughts kept running in my mind that it was a bad idea to show her the drawing and i feel the panic and fear rise inside of me, but despite all the bad thoughts, there was something inside of me telling me that it could be an opportunity for something.

i hesitantly flipped through my sketchbook and stopped at the drawing of her. she stands closer to me and stares in awe at the drawing. while she was admiring the drawing, i was admiring her.

her (y/e/c) eyes evident with happiness, fascination, and curiousity as to why someone drew a portrait of her. her soft and delicate fingers tracing the lines of the pencil, making some of the pencil lead smear on to her fingers.

i can’t believe that she was pressed up against me, looking at my drawing of her without any judgement or embarrassment.

“it’s a masterpiece,” she says, softly. she backs away from me and chuckled. “i want to learn how to draw like that. do you mind teaching me?”

“n-no, n-n-n-not at all.”

i smile as she grabs a piece of paper and pen from her bag and writes down her number. as soon she was done, she rips the paper and gives it to me.

“call me when you’re free, okay?” i nod and hold back the smile that was growing. we bid each other goodbye and walked away. as soon as my back was turned, i fist-bumped the air in excitement and exclaimed a victorious ‘yes!’.

i hear someone call my name and i turned around to see my friends walking towards me. i smile and approach them, excited to tell them about my rather convenient experience that happened just a minute ago.

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