#platonic!losers club x reader

[kate-bishops-girlfriend]

MAN THIS FIC!!

i don't think i can actually express how much i adore it, it was one of the first fics i read on tumblr a couple years back when you didn't need to make an account to read, this is low-key the fic that got me into reading fanfics on tumblr and i made an account back then so i could read this again.

i still come back to it every few months and it still blows my mind every time as much as the first, i love it. it's basically perfect, all of it - the banter, the almost enemies to lovers, the snarky back-and-forth, how the boys are in the background when they're sleepy, all of it. this is quite possibly my comfort fic.

of every fic i've ever reblogged on here, this one is for selfish reasons cos i want to be easily able to find it again on my blog. i could never recommend a fic more!!

subzero - beverly marsh x fem!reader

it fandom week: huddling for warmth

content warnings: mentions of intoxication, smoking, swearing, fire, harmless threats, inhaler abuse, enemies to lovers, also i’m making bev tall bc i love tall gals word count: 3k

at the ripe age of ten years old, you knew you wanted to become a mother. the appeal of bouncing children in your lap, tucking them into bed, and the empowering feeling of calming tantrums down was something you naively believed was your destiny.  now, ten-year-old you was never wrong, you knew that. but what you didn’t expect was for your dream to come true at eighteen, stuck mothering six drunken teenage sons during a hailstorm’s power outage.

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[bella-goths-wife]

How platonic yandere bowers gang view you

Warnings: smoking, violence, weird relationships, obsessive behaviour, yandere tendencies, reader is a bad person objectively

Henry:

Henry’s view of you varies on his mood

Sometimes he views you as something of an equal to him because of his narcissistic tendencies convincing him that the two of you are equally intelligent despite you clearly being the smarter one by a landslide

On the days where he sees you as an equal, he almost views you as his right hand woman

Your an extremely honest person, something that would usually put a target on your back with the bowers gang

But your honesty is another thing that appeals to Henry

You don’t sugarcoat your opinions about his actions and your too bored to lie and spare his feelings when he does something stupid

And while there are some days that Henry will become aggressive with you because of your honesty, most of the time Henry appreciates that you don’t fear him enough to hide your opinions

On the days where he views you as his right hand woman, you’ll replace Patrick for the day as Henry orders you to follow him around and basically just help him in his antics

Which you do, even if it’s at the harm of other people

You don’t particularly care either way, not in a psychopath way but more of a bored just by existing way

But it’s not like this for you all the time considering that your the only girl in the group and your much younger than them, there are some more unkind days

There are some days where because of your age and gender coupled with your inability to look after yourself properly, Henry will view you as the bottom of the food chain and you’ll be treated as such

You’ll get the vic treatment as your mocked constantly, unlike vic though you’ll actually respond back with snark or just fight back more in general

That usually just ends up with you getting some kind of unusual punishment

On the days where your the bottom of the food chain you’ll basically be treated as Henry’s personal assistant as you do his homework and cook and clean for him

You wonder why you even stick to this agreement sometimes but the protection that Henry and the others provide is worth it

Plus they’re less boring considering they’re unpredictable

Patrick:

Patrick views you as a challenge, something he can attempt to manipulate and break

And he gives it his best go

He’ll pull out all the stops in an attempt to get you to fall for one of his tricks or to cry at one of his cruel insults

But you just won’t

Your intelligence makes it almost impossible for you to fall for his manipulation

And sometimes you’ve tried to fake falling for it, but you just couldn’t because it was all so obvious to you

But that only spurs Patrick on

He’s a psychopath, he thrives on watching people act out emotionally to make up for the lack of his own emotions

But you don’t, you don’t show many emotions if he’s honest

Maybe he feels something similar to relation between you because of that

Maybe you could relate to him and why he does what he does

Maybe your like him?

He does treat you more affectionately then he does with anyone else as he’ll put his arm over your shoulders as you walk to platonically be affectionate and show the people around you that your protected

And he definitely views you as a challenge, but only his challenge

If anyone else did anything similar to what he does they’d be killed before the sun could rise to the sky

So in short your treated better than in the ballerina au but still treated pretty badly

Victor:

Victor views you as someone who’s finally below him on the food chain

For as long as he’s been part of the bowers gang, he’s always been the bottom of the food chain and the one whose given shitty jobs and constantly mocked

With you around, he’s free from that fate

He can finally experience what it’s like to have someone to look down on and to laugh at

But he’ll do all this in a sickly sweet way

He’ll condescend you and talk down to you like your stupid, like your IQ isn’t miles higher than his is

He’s the one who coined your nickname ‘smarty’

It started originally because he mockingly called you smarty pants to humiliate him but then he quickly took to just calling you ‘smarty’

Eventually the whole gang started calling you that to mock you but it just ended up becoming your default nickname

You didn’t particularly care about vic mocking you, in a way you sort of pitied him

Because he thought he was higher up in the food chain then he was, and it was slightly pathetic in your eyes

You felt bad for him so you allowed the mockery

But vic’s views on you clashed sometimes as sometimes he viewed you as some sort of naive little lamb considering you couldn’t really fight and you were a heavily picked on freshman girl

So he wanted to guide you, something you also allowed because you pitied him

You fulfil his need to be needed and you feed his ego in the meantime

He’d talk to you sweetly like you were a young child and explained obvious things to you like you were just a babe in the woods

But he also beat up anyone who tried to hurt you, so you allowed it for now

If he pushed his luck anymore though, you were sure you could figure a way out to separate him from the group or just manipulate him into doing something incriminating to get rid of him

Belch:

Belch views you almost a little sister figure

He was the first one to meet you and when you met you were nothing but nice to him, even if you delivered your kindness in your usual monotone manner

You were obviously smarter than him, but you never made him feel bad for it and you never shamed him for knowing less than you

You’d even help him in your spare time, you’ll try and encourage him to complete the work himself before you did it for him

Belch enjoyed spending time with you, he rarely got kindness in his life and even with your abrupt and blunt manner you were always nice to him

So he’d protect you from harm and would purposely seek you out at free times just because he wanted to spend time with you

He even got you some small games to play under the desk for when you got bored in class, which you did regularly because you already knew everything being taught

Belch also views you as someone he has to provide for

Belch is very well off, his family is quite wealthy in comparison to his friends

You on the other hand, were not

You were in the foster care system and living in a group home with twelve other kids and a shitty caretaker who barely registered if you were there or not

And belch always noticed how hungry were looked and how tired you always seemed

So he started inviting you back to his home since his dad worked all the time and he had a fridge full of food

You made a meal that night and you wolfed it down in record time, confirming belch’s theory that you weren’t being fed well at all

So you started going to his house a lot more, during one of these times you mentioned how you struggled to sleep since it’s so noisy where you were living

So belch started to offer for you to stay over in one of the spare bedrooms, which you agreed to after a bit of force from the rest of the gang

You practically moved in with belch after that, sleeping at his house most nights

His father had met you at this point and liked you enough to allow this so belch started insisting that you stay more and more until the spare bedroom become your unofficial bedroom

Belch then noticed the state of your clothes and how worn down they looked, and wordlessly he got approval from his father to spend some money on getting you new clothes

When he gave you them you couldn’t help but give him a small hug in thanks

Belch enjoyed providing for you, it felt nice to have someone for him to take care of

It made belch realise how lonely he was before you, and it made him thankful to have you

You practically living with him also made you more likely to accept the bowers gang manipulation and rules

People don’t give belch enough credit sometimes, he was a lot smarter then people thought

Not smarter then you though

[knyontop]

Hello ;) I wanted to know if you can do Yandere! Bowers gang with a reader preferring the company of the Losers' Club?

The reader may have "made friends" with the Bowers gang and discovered how bad they are. Then he may have moved to the losers' club room and made friends with them. So he began to avoid the Bowers Gang and prioritize the Losers' Club. ;)

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Literally was so SO excited when i got this request!! Part one

Ft: Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, Belch Huggins, Bill Denbrough, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak.

Tw: possessive behavior, Patrick being Patrick, violence, threats, bullying, gaslighting, harassment.

Henry:

・you best believe this man is FUMING😭

・even after you said you would stop being a brat you just go off and hang around some losers!

・although he is super mad, hes also slightly hurt you would rather hang out with them then him.

・now this is not in a “pity me” way it’s because he thinks hes better then everyone and it just hurts his ego that you would rather hang out with someone else. (I dont blame you)

・every chance he gets to jab at you and the losers club he takes, hes definitely meaner to you now that your hangin’ around them.

・but you stand your ground, surprisingly, you felt more confident then you did before.

・but how long would that confidence stay?

・Henry waits for you to try and seek them out, but, you never do and seeing you so happy with the losers club makes him extremely upset.

・hes starting to get tired of this bullshit so whenever he sees you with Bill he snaps.

・Henry grabs your arm roughly the grip so tight it would definitely leave a bruise Bill trys to stop him but he yells at him telling him to stay out of it, Henry gives you two options ether you talk with him or Billy boy gets it.

・obviously you dont want to see your friend get hurt so you go with Henry. (Right choice)

・when you two get alone hes yelling at you practically blinded by rage it honestly scares you.

・”What the fuck!? I thought you were done with your fucking tantrum! I cant BELIEVE you went off with those losers!”

・”There not losers! There my friends-“ slap.

・he shoves you to the ground and kneels down close to you, he grabs the collar of your shirt.

・”I dont wanna hear it. Your coming back to the gang, do I make myself clear?”

・his tone shows no room for discussion so you nod.

・”Like I said, your never getting away.”

・Sorry Y/N, bowers wins again.

Patrick:

・now he is also mad but not as mad as Henry, Patricks mostly just amused that you think you can just ignore him.

・Patrick knows that Henry is not a patient man so he figured that Henry would do something about it soon or you would come back later.

・that is until this starts to go on for months and he himself is starting to get more mad seeing you with the losers club.

・a possessive and jealous feeling growing, it started driving him crazy!

・anytime he passed by you out of school he would give you a glare that clearly said “your in trouble”.

・you have a defiant glare back even though you were scared, it amused and pissed him off greatly.

・you may be able to stand up to Henry, but, Patrick? You know you dont stand a chance.

・even Henry can be disgusted by Patricks actions, Patrick is the most cruel one out of the four delinquents.

・when Henry started talking about getting you back Patrick was the first one to agree, he didn’t care anymore he didn’t even care if you got hurt in the process, fucking hell you deserved it!

・he knew one thing for sure, when you came back, he wasn’t going to let you anger him like this again. Make him care this much about one puny kid. He would make sure knew your place.

・when he heard you were back he was overjoyed, dont take this in a soft way or a cute way it’s quite the opposite hes just glad he can get back at you.

・when hes able to get alone with you he’ll rough you up a bit, asking you if you thought that avoiding them (him) would keep you safe.

・”Did you think that this would last long? Huh stupid? Well looks like the big bad bowers gang got you, stupid.” He always called you stupid, he got a laugh every time you would look like a kicked puppy, you even started to believe that you were stupid.

・he started gaslighting you into thinking that the losers club didn’t care for you, they never did. Why would they? Why would they care for a stupid, weird, kid like you?

・you couldn’t answer that, you were to tired to anyway.

・he felt satisfied with his work so he left you alone to spiral, think about everything he said, to ponder if its true or not.

・his words got into your head, maybe they didn’t care… I mean, you were stupid. Who liked hanging around someone as stupid as you? I mean, except for the bowers gang.

・so now anytime they would try and come up to you you would give them the cold shoulder truly believing they didn’t care, Richie Tozier truly tried saving you from the bowers gangs grasp but he couldn’t. (Maybe just not yet¿)

・Patrick would be seen in the background with a cheshire cat smile, pleased with his work on your stupid little head. You believed him.

Victor:

・poor boy is UPSET😭

・why would you rather hang out with some losers over them? Over him? Why are you avoiding him? Huh? HUH?

・he knows your probably upset about what happened last time, but, why would you hang out with them over him and the gang?

・he just doesn’t understand why. (Which is frustrating on your end)

・Victor is the one who will try seeking you out himself, which always leads into arguments.

・gosh sometimes he just wants to slap the shit out of you you piss him off sometimes!

・but hey, sometimes friends rough house so its fine. (Its not he just wants to justify himself)

・when hes hanging out with his younger siblings all he can think about is you, he misses you but your such a selfish brat your to focused on yourself to even care! No, no, he doesn’t mean that. (Maybe he does)

・Victor wants an apology from you, he thought all of this was over! Why would he even need to apologize?

・hes caught up in this delusion that he didn’t do anything wrong and that your the one in the wrong, but your to young and immature to understand that.

・Victors trying everything to get you back though, he even spreads rumors about the losers club to try and scare you away from them but it did not work you just believed they were rumors..

・when he hears that Henrys going to get you back hes on deck for whatever as long as its not to destructive towards you.

・look, Victor really does care about you honest! Hes just a little… weird about it?

・yeah lets go with that ;)

・anywho, when your back hes all over you telling you off but also saying he missed you.

・he may or may not have known about Patricks little plan to get you back in line but he didn’t stop it.

・whoops, well, whatever he did it worked.

・and all that matters is your with them! (Him)

Belch:

・very disappointed in you.

・literally like a mother😭

・im jk guys but literally mama Belch..

・im jk im JK I dont like people who ignore Belch and Victors darker sides.

・but Belch is disappointed and upset, always looking at you with an almost betrayed expression and angry.

・Belch doesn’t get as physical with kids as Henry but he does push them around so he one time shoved Eddie into you and walked off cus’ he was feeling petty..

・lowkey was kinda funny to Richie.

・ANYWAY.

・(I do NAWT have any ideas..)

・(im winging it)

・he does miss you, he misses the peace you brought him, the happiness you brought him… and the annoyance with your annoying self but then those idiots took you away!

・your just doing this to get back at them, you wont be gone for long, right?

・he hopes.

・(im so sorry Belch lovers😭)

・when he hears your finally coming back hes relieved, he just hopes no harm comes to you in the process.

・but in the back of his mind he believes you need some type of punishment wether it be cruel or not just to put you back in line…

・but it seems the day after your back, your out of that rebellion phase! (Thanks to Patrick)

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Belchs part was rushed.. btw, I think im making this a series! And I have big plains for it :3 how would we feel making the losers club yandere tooooo??

[greenandsorrow]

IF THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED NEVER HURT YOU, MAYBE IT WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOU. 🎈

Pennywise bonding with a teen!reader/ platonic

-> I know Ch1 was a bit on the shorter side, but hopefully this one is pleasantly chunky to make up for it! I kept the whole back-and-forth-in-time narration and just know, if something doesn't make perfect sense, it is because the right flashback hasn't been unlocked yet.

-> ⚠️Arachnophobia & cockroaches (on the 1979 part)⚠️

-> Pennywise the Dancing Clown: A trans-dimensional entity that shapeshifts and feeds on the fear -and sometimes the flesh- of kids and animals. IT hibernates for 25 to 27 years, then wakes up for 12 to 16 months, manipulating reality and slipping past the notice of adults.

Listen to: Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd

~ 2 ~

1979 Derry, Maine

The summer had been full of laughter and the smell of popcorn and cotton candy. But eventually, even the last bits of August's warmth vanished.

September came, and with it, the day he took you.

It was raining as you walked home from what was only your third day of school and you obviously had to drop your book near a sewer. When you bent down to pick it up -fingers brushing against the damp pages- a white-gloved hand gripped your wrist... a hand so large that it made your arm feel like a fragile twig in its grasp.

The next thing you knew? You woke up in a dirty bed, in a place you immediately recognized... As the house on Neibolt Street. Your clothes were still wet and your hair tangled. You were shivering from both hunger and cold. You wanted to cry, but somehow a quiet certainty washed over you -this was Pennywise the Clown's doing and crying wouldn't help.

Your memories from those three months are a scattered mess.

Random moments, fragmented images, bits of conversation. You remember the feelings more than the events themselves -fear, confusion, the gnawing of hunger. You were missing for three months -from September to November- and strangest of all, no one remembers anything from that time. Not even your parents. They struggle to recall anything from that period, as if the whole town forgot you were ever gone.

But you remember. You remember him. And you remember how -against all odds- you formed an unlikely connection with the murderous clown. It's the strangest thing to admit... that you and Pennywise became friends. Or something close to it. There's no clear beginning or end. You knew he was dangerous. You even had dreams of his encounters with other kids, past victims taken without hesitation... and you assumed you'd eventually share their fate.

And yet… for some reason, he kept you alive.

You don't know what made you different in his eyes, but you remember trying everything you could to survive, using all the desperate, unconventional tactics you could think of.

Most of your time was spent in that single room on the upper floor. Leaving it was unthinkable -even going near the door to see if it was locked was off-limits. You can never forget the horrors he put you through, the tricks he used just to draw out your fear. He fed on it, drank it down like a drug. By the time you figured out how to 'speak his language', he was already intoxicated by your terror.

The room would plunge into darkness and you'd hear the sickening rustle of insects in the walls, crawling through the floorboards. Once, a cockroach the size of a cat came skittering toward you, its legs scraping against the floor as it moved and you had nowhere to run, no escape whatsoever. That fear... it's still as clear as if it happened yesterday and not five years ago. The kind of fear that makes you want to vanish, to just stop existing altogether, if it meant escaping the dread. Maybe that was why he kept you alive, letting you drown in despair just to savor the depths of your fear.

One night, you felt the darkness creeping in again, wrapping around the room. By then, even the hint of that darkness was enough to make your heart pound, your throat tighten with a scream. But this time, something inside you resisted. Out of nowhere you spoke, surprising even yourself. You kept your voice steady, holding on to the last scraps of courage you had left.

"Let' play a game for a change."

That sentence... Not only did it save your life... It did more than just that... In the silence that followed, you could feel a shift, as if Pennywise was startled, intrigued. And for the first time, you weren't just his prey. You'd given him a challenge, a reason to hesitate.

You can't pinpoint exactly when and how the game began, but somehow, it turned into a routine between you and him, something to break the silence and stop the nightmares he forced on you. Games of endurance, little moments that made you feel as though you had found a way to speak his twisted language. You never felt safe, but you found moments of calm within the storm -a fragile bond, even if it was born out of fear and survival.

And somehow, through the darkness, you learned how to play along.

At first, the games were simple -things he thought would amuse him, or confuse you. He'd ask you riddles with no answer or have you sit perfectly still in the darkness while he circled around you, close enough that you could feel the cold presence of him, of IT. You'd sit there barely breathing, trying not to flinch as his sniffing nose brushed against your skin. Other times, he'd vanish for hours, leaving you alone with nothing but the fear he'd return at any moment. And sometimes, he'd appear suddenly, his face inches from yours, his glowing eyes watching your every reaction.

But as time went on, you learned how to keep yourself steady. You refused to cry, no matter how badly you wanted to. Instead, you'd lock eyes with him, hiding the tremors running through your body. Slowly, you began to play back. You'd smile when he tried to scare you, a shaky but also defiant smile that told him you weren't giving in. The more you resisted, the more intrigued the monster seemed.

It was another night, his darkness enveloping the room as always, when you spoke up once more -this time a little bolder.

"If I win this game" you whispered "I get to ask a question."

The idea of bargaining with Pennywise felt more than reckless, but you genuinely believed it would pique his childish curiosity. Luckily, you were right. He cocked his enormous head to the side, eyes gleaming with a dangerous interest... and then, he agreed. So, the next time he asked you a riddle, you tried your hardest to solve it. When you finally managed an answer that made him pause, he leaned in close, his smile both pleased and intimidating.

"What do you want to know?" he asked, voice dripping with mockery.

And in that moment, with your heart racing, you asked something simple... "Why me?"

For a split second his expression faltered, his smug smile wavering. But then he regained himself, his grin as sharp as a blade with all the rows of teeth on display... -a predator reasserting dominance. "Because you're more fun than the others!"

And even though it wasn't a real answer, it told you something: he'd chosen you. He decided to keep you with him -in that forsaken house- because you had made yourself valuable to him.

As days turned into weeks, you found more ways to play, more ways to survive. You began to notice things, minor details -how your captor's mood would shift depending on your reactions, how his games became stranger and more complex, almost as if he was testing you, pushing you to find out how much you could take. And though you were still terrified, you also found an odd, unsettling familiarity and comfort in the routine.

In a way, you became his entertainment. But in that game, through the exchange of fear and defiance, you began to feel something else... a quiet sense of control. You were no longer just a victim, you would become something more than just his prey.

You were his game -his fixation- the one he couldn't bear to let go.

There was a childishness to that fixation, a kind of possessiveness that was both stubborn and petulant, like a child refusing to share their toy. Its ageless wisdom knew you were only human -fleeting and fragile- ...but the clown within -with all its childish impulses- clung to you fiercely, not out of love but a selfish and consuming need. You were his and he would not let you go.

1984 Derry, Maine

Lately, when you wake up, you aren't sure if it was a dream or something else. You think you've heard his laugh somewhere, drifting through your bedroom window, or that you've caught a glimpse of that red balloon floating just beyond your line of sight...

It's as if he's still there, waiting for the right moment to step back into your life.

You can't even go about your business without any unpleasant reminders, not when the house on Neibolt Street looms so ominously just by the side of road... The very place you were a prisoner in, not so long ago. Its once-vibrant paint is now peeling. Weeds overrun the pathway leading to the front door and the windows, shrouded in dust and grime, seem to watch you with a knowing gaze. A crooked picket fence surrounds the property, each slap splintered and rough. The house stands as a relic of the past, a place where laughter has long since faded, replaced by sinister whispers.

The only reminder that your time there was real -and not just another vivid dream- are the now withered sunflowers in the abandoned house's backyard, with petals curling inward like they're guarding some secret. You can still picture them the way they once were, bright and strangely out of place amidst all the rot and ruin. A strange gift It had given you that is now an odd echo of something lost and almost tender.

But without you, they couldn't survive. And since the day you parted ways -you can't recall it clearly, but It can- each dry stem and each papery petal became a reminder of how the time you spent together is now just a blurry childhood memory.

Even though it's the beginning of June, the sky today hangs low and gray with the promise of rain, but none of you minded. You've all been through worse than a little weather, than a little summer rain.

Bev is telling a story -something about a dog chasing her on her way home yesterday. She's animated and her voice is alive with mischief, making the boys laugh. You glance over at Bill, who smiles too, though his eyes seem distant. Since Georgie his laughter has become softer, but he is still here carrying on as best he can.

Eddie is walking a little faster than usual, in order to avoid any puddles on the ground, muttering complaints about germs and mud. Richie -in typical fashion- is making a point of splashing through the puddles, a grin plastered on his face while he aims for the ones closest to Eddie.

"Real mature, trashmouth..." Eddie huffs, leaping out of the way as Richie drenches him anyway. Richie just cackles, throwing an arm around Eddie's shoulders.

Ben stays behind, as always, watching everyone with that gentle smile of his. Every so often, he looks over at you and gives a nod, like you both share a silent understanding. Then there is Stan, walking right beside you, his eyes flicking toward the shadows cast by the trees and the buildings. The faintest hint of concern is lingering in his gaze. And just behind you, Mike walks with his usual calm, carrying a worn backpack over one shoulder. He's glancing around too, as if he's looking out for all of you. There's a maturity in Mike's presence, something that makes you feel a little more secure.

It feels good, being with them. Safe even. But something darker is hiding under your steady demeanor.

As the group turns to a corner, you feel your footsteps falter for just a moment. Your mind drifts back to five years ago, to coming home from your third day of school, to how it was raining, to the chilling grip of that white-gloved hand and that knowing, too-wide smile.

Despite the uncomfortable memories you already carry, you feel like there's even more to those three months and it troubles you so much that you can't remember! Still, you snap out off quickly, giving a forced smile to match the others.

But Bev notices.

She nudges you with a playful grin. "Hey, where'd you go just now?"

"Oh, nowhere" you reply lightly. "Just zoned out..."

She looks at you for a second -smart eyes searching- but then she lets it go. You see her pull her jacket tighter around herself as the wind picks up.

Bill also shoots a suspicious glance your way.

You are experiencing a strange mix of nostalgia and resolve these days. Watching as your friends scatter about, laughing and bumping into each other, makes you almost forget... almost.

You hate how, when you are on your own, you catch yourself thinking about him -not in the way you did when you were twelve though, when he was both a fear and a strange comfort. You're seventeen now, too old for childhood monsters.

As you look at your friends, you make a silent promise -to keep growing up, to keep moving forward. But you also know that somewhere deep down, you're still holding on... just in case...

Pennywise's POV 🎈

Somewhere deep within Derry, It stirs. Time doesn't flow the same for the entity... It's all an endless, pulsing hunger.

Pennywise drifts in a half-sleep. His mind slips in and out of dreams of hunger, of playthings. But every so often, his thoughts linger on a small, stubborn memory -you.

The clown hasn't forgotten the girl from all those years ago, the one who looked him in the eye and dared to challenge him. There's a bitter edge to the memory, a childish irritation mixed with a twisted sort of pride. He senses you, a spark amongst all the dull lights that always come and go. The spark has dimmed though, grown older.

That tiny defiant light... It's flickering from somewhere far above. His fingers twitch as if reaching for something that isn't there, something just out of grasp. In the silence, he feels an ache he can't quite name, a hollow that shouldn't exist.

He wakes up.

Pennywise tells himself you're only another meal he's waiting to finish. But something feels different this time, something that gnaws at him. He almost wants to see you again -not just stalk you from afar.

His amber glare is sharp as he considers something. You may try to move on and to forget, but he's patient. He always has been.

Still, you should remember everything. He had taken you, kept you, woven fear into you, put himself into your nightmares. But that delicate and defiant part of you that he once held so close... has faded. Your memories have blurred as you've grown older -and continue doing so!

You are drifting away from the child he once played with.

He doesn't understand why it bothers him. He's supposed to haunt and consume. However, this strange sadness, this fading connection... feels like a loss he can't name.

The memory of you -so small but refusing to cry when he loomed over you- is slipping away like sand between his fingers.

It lets out a low growl, feeling like a child being denied his favorite toy. You're growing up, moving past the games he had made just for you. And worst of all, you have started to forget.

It's as if his laughter and tricks were no more than passing dreams to you, fading away each time you turn your gaze toward the sun.

With an almost petulant tilt of his head, Pennywise glares into the empty dark, like a creature yearning to reclaim what he thinks of as his.

The world feels empty without you here.

He wants you to remember every little thing -to keep him alive in the corners of your mind, not let him drift away like some silly story.

The thought twists something deep in his core, his sharp teeth baring as a low, frustrated whine escapes him.

How could you forget him, when he remembers you so clearly?

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[fictional-characters-simp]

What if we have a yandere x reader story mixing it and the chucky movies.

Im thinking that chucky and Tiffany would be platonic yanderes while the bowers gang and losers club are romantic yanderes.

Yn moves to derry with chucky and tiffany. They register her in the school the it characters are at to not be suspicious. Yn meets them either when she's walking around town or on her first day of school. Due to how yn is different and unusual, she attracts their attention.

Im not sure what exactly happens but there'll be a part when the characters meet eachother.

[melody-writer777]

Heyyy I recently came across your blog and saw you write for IT characters. So I was wondering if you could write something on being the reader being Richies older sibling?

Like how would the reader and Richie would be together? And like how would it be if the reader got involved with the losers club to protect Richie?

Older sibling and Richie head cannons

Summary: Head cannons as what it would be like as Richies older sibling

Dynamic: Older sibling reader and Younger siblings Richie

Warning: none I can think of

The sibling would be like 2-3 years older, so it’s not crazy weird when people see you hanging out with them

Once you hear about Georgie you started to worry for Richie

So that’s when you started hanging out with them more often, to keep an eye on Richie and to help Bill find peace basically

Life outside of hanging out with the club could go a couple of ways

One being you guys argue (as siblings do)

Or you guys go out and just hang at the arcade or get food together

At one point, in both situations Richie will recommend going to hang out with at least one of other members

After pennywise was defeated (for the first time) you and Richie were much closer than before.

So close he came out to you, and soon told you about his crush on Eddie and all that

The next time you hang out with Eddie, with the rest or not, you drop very subtle hints to tease Richie, but ofc you never tell Eddie

When it’s “the final battle” and your face to face with pennywise, your eyes never leave Richie, in fear of anything happening to him and you not noticing

When Richies the first one to start fighting pennywise your very quick to follow, if anything Richie learned how to be offense and defense from growing up with you

When pennywise crawls away you and Richie don’t really hug (I can’t see him as that kind of person) but for the next hour or three, you can tell there’s a change in how he acts

But after pennywise is gone and before you leave Derry you and the losers are great friend and you’ll never find a closer friend group

I’m so sorry I didn’t write for the longest time 😭😭 I really couldn’t find motivation, let alone time, to write. But when I came back and started writing it was all a breeze. I can’t apologize enough for taking more than I week to write this. I promise the next request I get will be done in three days absolute max.

- Melody

[fandomnerd103]

Writing Prompt that I have…(I guess)

Lowkey want to write/read(if anyone wants to write this pls tag me) a reader insert with Richie Toizer that is 100% platonic. The reader can be either female or nonbinary but passes as a cis female for this to work. Basically she(they) ends up fake dating Richie to either a) get the media off his back if it takes place in It ch. 2 or b) get the bullies off his back if it’s in ch. 1

The reader is basically someone that also needs a fake bf because they are not straight either (it can be either them being bi, gay/lesbian, pan, or ace) as their just not really into guys much for whatever reason maybe their crush at the time is another girl but they’re too afraid to come out for one reason or another. So they get together and end up being close friends which helps it look real and freaking Eddie (yes I ship Reddie) is pissed. This tiny man issss jealous. (Tbh maybe you are crushing on his wife Myra I dunno) he’s pissed and does not like you while the other losers get along with you. Eventually through some communication Reddie finally happens. Eddie Will obviously forgive you once he realizes your not interested in Richie but are helping him. If this is in Ch 1 you might still “be dating” Richie just so they can date in secret and still be safe. This might end up with you joining the losers in their fight with It and making sure if it’s in Ch 2 that Stan and Eddie survive. As you can see this is basically it ch. 2 for this reader insert but yeah that’s all I have 4 now

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor and reader's wedding? What did her dress look like? How did Al react to her wallking down the isle?? PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW

I always cry at weddings 😭 😭 😭

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Possessive Alastor, FEELINGS

Description: ☝️⬆️

If you two got married when you were alive, then I imagine it was a very small and intimate ceremony

You and Alastor did a lot of the decorating yourselves, even making your own wedding cake because Alastor can BAKE

You two had a blast doing it too, turning everything into a little game and making deals over who could set things up the fastest/nicest

Winner gets a kiss from the loser

You two would likely only invite your closest friends and relatives(if you were close with your family that is)

If Alastor's mother was still alive by the time you guys got engaged then she 110% would be there(I genuinely don't remember when she died soooooo)

She would absolutely be his best man because who else would be worthy of such a position??

Happy tears from her the entire time

This woman will walk you down the aisle if she has to, she won't let you walk alone on your big day

Not Alastor holding back tears at the sight of his mother and soon to be wife walking towards him

Mimzy would also have been there, and she would've fought for her right as maid of honor, like physically fought off her competitors

You're haunted by the memory of it, actually

Absolutely sticks her nose in everything but only because she wants it to be perfect for you two

She will tear up anyone who throws a wrench in the ceremony and will run it better than she did her own club

"These floors better be SPOTLESS! If I see a single speck of dust on that dress-"

She probably insisted on paying for the wedding too

Alastor would probably have a last minute freak out at the thought that this is actually happening, he's getting married

But he wouldn't be nervous about you leaving him at the altar or anything like that, just normal wedding jitters

But he's resolute in the fact that he wants this, he wants to be your husband and share his life with you

And he definitely doesn't want anyone else thinking there's a chance they can take you from him

Alastor is positively radiating warmth and pride by the time you're walking down the aisle, blown away by how stunning you look

Whether the dress is unique, traditional or not even a wedding dress-he's amazed by just how good you look in it

It makes his mouth water

He's lowkey preening for you the entire time

It just makes everything seem more real to him, immediately reaching out to take your hands in order to keep himself grounded in reality

He actually is at a loss for words for once...

"You look really handsome..."

The sight of your happy blush brings him back, and he's pressing his forehead to yours

"And you look nearly as good as I do, my dear~"

Ass

The slight quiver in his smile, glassy eyes and tight grip on your hands gives him away though, you know what he really means

You look heavenly to him

Neither you or Alastor listen to a word the officiant says, too busy gazing lovingly at one another to pay them any mind

And you're definitely not getting distracted at the feeling of his thumbs gently caressing over your hands

When it comes to the vows, Alastor definitely puts his heart and soul into trying to make you cry at words

He's putting on a show for you but you love it ❤️

He looks smug as hell when he finishes

His gaze becomes softer as you say your own vows, smile becoming a little more gooey as you make his heart race

"And if anyone is opposed to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Not Alastor and Mimzy giving death glares to anyone who would even dare saying anything

As if you two even invited anybody who would fucking try

"You may now kiss-"

Alastor doesn't even wait for him to finish, tugging you close and kissing you deeply

And once your arms wrap around his neck then maybe the kiss gets a little too intimate

Mimzy is whistling and cheering while Alastor's mother is politely looking away from you two

You two barely pull away to breathe before he kisses you again, seemingly unable to stop

He just can't believe he's kissing his wife

That he's your husband and everyone is going to know that you're not on the market anymore

Not that you ever were before

It's an embarrassingly long time before you two stop, and you're left panting, rosy-cheeked, and weak in the knees

Alastor doesn't move his arm from your waist for the rest of the night, wanting to keep you close

The only time he does let you go is when he goes to dance with his mother or when it's your turn to dance with his mother

Not her giving you both embarrassing advice about the honeymoon and early married couple life

She wants grandkids dammit

When you two are cutting the cake, he does NOT slam a slice into your face but he does put a bit of frosting on your nose

Only to lick it off a moment later

🥵 BOI

If you do it back to him then he will be properly flustered because he was banking on the fact that you would be too shocked to react

He doesn't care about wedding gifts or anything like that but his mother's blessing means everything to him

So her approval of your marriage and you as her daughter in law just solidified how important you'll always be to him

But don't worry because Mimzy definitely made sure to hook you two up with gifts

Alastor literally can't stop kissing you afterwards, your hands, your cheeks, your forehead, your neck, ect

If you return even a smidgen of that affection back to him then it'll only make him more excited for your future together

He's not even thinking of the honeymoon, he's just overwhelmed with the urge to give you affection

He just thinks about how he'll never be tired of being your husband and having you as his wife

Waking up to you, going to bed with you, cooking with you, messing with you, hell even fighting with you sounds appealing because then he can make up with you

Alastor never really thought of himself as the type to get married but you came and completely changed that with your love

Even though he was difficult and fought falling in love with you with everything he had

You fought back harder to love him

Now that he's here with you, looking at the wedding band on your finger, the loving look on your face

Your hand on his cheek gently guiding him to look into your eyes as you lean in towards him

Feeling your lips on his own as you whisper loving things against them before kissing him

He's happy you won that fight

This one was a lot of fun!! I was originally going to do two versions of this! One wedding before you two died and one for after you both were dead but then I included his mom and-

I got very carried away

[ptolemaeacles]

omg!! ur litrally carrying the hazel x reader tag!! thank u babes saving me from watching ruby cruz edits and blushing!!

N e ways… I never see anyone says this buttt I think Hazel and her mum deff have a kinda close (but kinda fractured currently) friendship, where Hazel’s mum knows she’s into girls. And when reader comes around for the first time (even if platonically) Ms Callahan is all like “So,,, your Hazels ‘friend’?? *wink wink*” when she finds you in the kitchen alone.

Also, Hazel would def be so embarrassed at her Mums behavior until reader is laughing and saying how sweet it is… just thoughts. Erg I’m in love with losers…

wait i love this. her mom lowkey thinks that hazel can’t pull (ms callahan has good intentions i swear) so when hazel brings a girl home for a ‘study session’ for the first time, her mom is automatically in her business. popping into her room every now and then, asking if you guys were hungry or thirsty, etc.

the both of you head downstairs to take a break from studying and grab a snack. you and hazel were simply chatting in the kitchen, her laughing about a tiktok she saw and she goes back up to her room to grab her phone and show you the video.

and ms callahan, conveniently, enters the kitchen the moment hazel is out of sight. (she’s been waiting to get you alone, that woman is nosy as hell).

“oh hi sweetheart, i didn’t see you there,” ms. callahan entered the kitchen, exclaiming in a very obvious faux surprise, “where’d hazel go?”

“she went up to her room to grab her phone, ms. callahan!” you addressed her with a sweet tone. she already liked you.

“hm speaking of her room, what were you guys doing up there?…” she was not being slick at all, “you know, she doesn’t usually have people over besides those girls from her fight club so i’m curious.” she looked up at you through her eyelashes.

“oh ms. callahan, we were just studying for a calc-”

“you can tell me the truth, honey, i’d be glad actually if hazel finally got herself a girlfriend-”

“MOM!” your rather funny conversation with hazel’s mom came to a sudden halt.

“hey hazel, how was the studying going?” her mom spoke as if she wasn’t just interrogating you about your relationship with her daughter.

“we’re going back up to my room to continue studying.” hazel made an emphasis on the last word and grabbed your hand, practically dragging you out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“nice talking to you, ms. callahan!” you waved bye to her, wanting to be as polite as possible.

“you too, sweetheart, and if you guys do decide to do something other than studying, use protection!” ms. callahan yelled from kitchen.

“ugh mom that’s not even how that works and we are studying!” hazel groaned, pulling you into her room while you used your free hand to cover the bottom of your face, trying to hide your giggles.

[2kiran]

I read through your rules and i think my request should be fine but even so, please let me know if you don't wanna write it!

If you're still doing requests... can you write something for Price x male reader where Reader's a bit younger than him and he's never drank before ever. And he hides it to not seem like a loser or anything (lol) but when the team goes out drinking after a mission he gets served higher alcohol content bc they thought he'd be a heavy drinker?

No smut, just maybe hurt/comfort and fluff? Ignore this if you wouldn't like to <3

꒦⁺ DRUNK (NOT AGAIN) —— JOHN PRICE

modified 30.08.24 | HURT/COMFORT

content ˖ ࣪ ˖ affectionate price, male reader, may be read as platonic or romantic, reader is 2+ years younger, descriptions of injuries, mentioned violence, tf141 included, insecurity (love, towards r), drinking, tipsy reader, crying (r), kissing & hugging

The mission was successful. The medevac helicopter was arriving soon, allowing time for a small discussion. Only minutes prior, it was havoc, alerting all of you. The enemy had set a trap, causing a few fuck-ups on your side.

Soap clutched at his side with a cloth, “Aye cap, think we can go for some drinks ‘fter this?” He let out a pained grunt when he applied too much pressure.

Price sighed in response, opening a box in the deserted warehouse that had the necessary equipment for a few stitches. “As long as you don’t pass out right now.”

Gaz sent a wary glance at their way, dabbing a cotton that was soaked in antibiotic ointment on his slashes. Ghost, who stayed in his own corner, only had a few small cuts. Your own injuries were long forgotten as you registered their words.

The problem with their agreement was that you’ve never drank, not even one sip. Ever displaying a good image of yourself, you didn’t want to find out how you were when you’re drunk. Alcoholic beverages have never been one of your interests. Being aware of the fact that people who were younger than you spent their precious time clubbing and drinking away their problems without a care made it worse.

You didn’t want anyone to view you negatively for that, especially them. That included not telling a single soul and rejecting invitations to parties. You just didn’t want to be seen as a ‘kill joy’ when you tell them that you’ve never touched alcohol.

It also meant avoiding questions from drunkards and lying when they’re pestering you too much. The constant ‘what if’s of being just average ate away at your brain. You didn’t want your team to see you as a good-for-nothing loser that they could easily discard at any given time. Maybe if you left they—

“Hey.”

You didn’t respond.

“Hey.”

One, two, three, four seconds pass.

“Look at me.” You blinked.

Your vision refocused, blurry gaze dissipating. You had zoned out. Price stood in front of you, urging you to tilt your head to look up at him. The blinding lights hung on the ceiling, leaving prominent shadows across the room. The silhouette gracefully traced over his features.

The both of you were in the infirmary, all patched up and wounds cleaned. Left alone together, away from the others. “Sorry. You were saying?” You asked, embarrassed warmth spreading across your cheeks.

A ghost of a smile quirked from his cheeks, “Are you okay?” His voice was hoarse from exhaustion.

“Yeah, I’m good. Are you?” You slightly stumbled over your words as an ache from your side had you stilling. He nodded, eyes traveling over your form. His usual sharp eyes softened upon continuing his inspection of you as if you were made of extra fragile porcelain. The certain look in his eyes and how his attention lingers on you could be compared on how he stares at his precious hat for far too long.

“We’re going to a bar. You joining, love?” A tentative question, which makes you ponder on answering. You hum in agreement, not wanting to ruin the moment.

-

Maybe you should’ve rejected the offer like you always did.

The bar was dimly-lit, lights darting throughout the space, while slow, almost seductive music danced from the speakers. There were several people in the bar, including the bartenders. All harboring the same mysteriousness that you took for suspicion. It wasn’t quiet, booming laughter erupted from some, while the rest had their voice hushed in a whisper. Most of them were drunk, you noted.

“Finally.” Soap dramatically sighed, stretching his arms as he chooses a booth.

“It’s really been that long?” Gaz responded in a question to soap’s enthusiasm. Surprisingly, Ghost joined. He wasn’t going to drink for the sake of privacy, of course, the sergeants just managed to convince force him. The three sat close to each other while you and price were next to one another. It made you tingle in anticipation and fright.

A waiter approached, and they all responded with ‘something heavy’. You gulped nervously, telling the man the same thing.

Every minute that passed had you fidgeting, made you begin to bounce your leg up and down as you waited and waited and waited. You itched to tell them the truth, but you’ll only look like a coward. The others spoke about nonsense and such, while the captain’s attention was on you.

He was aware that something was wrong, but he couldn’t point his finger at what it could be. The impulsive side of his brain wanted to ask you directly, right here in front of the team. But he knew how closed off and irritable you could get in situations like these, so he rather keep his mouth shut.

The waiter arrived with your drinks on a tray, foam sizzling and a dented lemon on the rim of the glass. It whiffed of high worth, the house of the liquid appearing expensive itself. The stem was thinner than you originally thought it would be. It was appetizing, and you start to understand why people spend their time on drinking this. However, you’ve heard of people’s first times, most of them stating that it tasted bitter in the beginning.

The sergeants grabbed their drinks like starving animals, nearly spilling it on themselves. You examined their expression, their brows furrowed as they gulped down the first few sips before their face relaxed.

“Feeling drunk yet?” Soap questioned, gaze directed towards the captain. He began sipping away at his too, seemingly unbothered by all of the alcoholic content. He pulled away from his glass, “Could have this all day.”

“You gonna drink that?” His monotone voice suddenly placed its attention on you. Responding with a ‘right’ before gripping the glass, you copy the way they were holding it.

One taste couldn’t hurt, right?

Unknowingly, you did it a little too eagerly.

“Yeaaah! That’s the spirit.” Soap cheered on and Gaz let out a giggle at that. Ghost’s focus was on scanning the room for suspicious activity that could possibly harm all of you. Price thankfully wasn’t paying attention on you for once.

You could definitely get used to not having to tolerate him stupidly looking at you like you wronged him. They downed their drinks and you followed suit.

It was a rash decision, you soon learned, as your body began feeling warm. Even if it was the slightest of breathing, you could pick up on it. And is it just you or is the music a lot louder than before?

The reality crashed down on you, hitting you like a truck. You were always awfully attempting to please others, but you’ve never thought if that’s what you truly wanted. You feel like a loser. Drinking even though you knew you didn’t want to.

With you being painfully unaware in the state you were in, Price took notice in the change of behavior. Your eyes were watering and your lips were subtly trembling.

Everything felt too overwhelming, too loud, too bright. It was all too much for you. Barely mumbling a ‘I’m going to the restroom’ before you practically sprinted to the only place you could possibly find comfort. They didn’t seem to hear over their obnoxious argument about which weapon was superior and what sucked ass.

Price waited a few minutes, and then telling the group that he needed to use the toilet too. He noticed that you were stumbling in your footing, strange for someone who’s drank a lot more than this. You were only halfway through your drink before you seemed out of it. Maybe it was because of how long your missions lasted, making your tolerance become a little skimpy. It was even weirder to him how you left the door ajar.

Believing that you were alone, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your tears began streaming down your cheeks, lightly huffing in pained breaths. You despised this feeling.

Price carefully pushed the door open, exposing your vulnerability to your captain. Looking up at the mirror, you gasped. Quickly realizing your mistake in forgetting to lock the door, but it was too late.

“Love...” he began, eyes boring into yours in concern. Striding towards you, he hugged you from behind. A staring contest made from the mirror. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffed, trying to wipe away your tears but failing as more spilled, “I-I can’t—I’ve, I’ve never drank before and I-I wanted to impress you all.” He stopped himself from immediately speaking about how you would be always perfect despite something so little as not drinking, letting you continue, “I d-didn’t tell you be-because,” a hiccup, “I tho-thought you’d see me as a good-for-nothin’.” Sobs wrecked through your being shamefully as you slurred your words.

“Love.” He said firmly as you opened your mouth to apologize, preventing the words from escaping you. “The team and I would never belittle you.” He kisses your cheek, rubbing your sides to soothe you with his thumbs. “Nothin’ wrong with it, okay? It’s not your fault. Don’t apologize.” Another kiss, using his knuckle to wipe away stray tears, “don’t ever be afraid to speak up ‘bout somethin’ like this.”

You hiccuped more, guilt searing within. He doesn’t stop talking yet.

“Stop feeling guilty about it. There’s no shame in that, others who think otherwise are just little shits. You’re better than them.” He kissed your jaw, ever showering you with affection in any way he was able to. He grabbed your hand, holding it to intertwine his fingers with yours. He tilted his head back up to kiss the trail of wetness on your cheek, hushing your weak sobs gently.

“Let’s go order some food, yeah? And we should get some water too to help the tipsiness. Just let me know if you want to try drinking again so I can help you through it. C’mon, love.” A smile spreads across his lips when your eyes light up in appreciation. He was happy that he had you as much as you were happy to have him.

If soulmates existed, he was yours.

[yae-energy]

get in bitch, we’re going shopping

synopsis: my take on what it’s like going to the mall with saiki and friends

cast: kusuo saiki, shun kaidou, aren kuboyasu x shopaholic black fem reader (all platonic)

cw: theft (kuboyasu’s part) , cursing

a/n: this won the poll so come get y’all snacks ! this was also mega fun to write omg 😭😭😭

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saiki - doesn’t even wanna be there

- bro just wants to stay home ong 😭

- def keeps that germanium ring on him cause he is not trynna hear everybody’s nasty ass thoughts

- sticks close to you if you’re in a group cause you’re the only one who isn’t stressing him out

- also cause you tend to wander off when looking at display windows

- has to keep you from going into every store y’all come across but man is that an exhausting job

- like he don’t wanna be there all damn day

- but having to stop you from getting pouty cause they didn’t have the sneakers you want is worse

- will literally use his clairvoyance to find the shoes in another store and then swap it with a different pair of the same value so you can shut the hell up 😭 (love a supportive king !!)

“they dont have the shoes?? i literally waited all damn day for those and they don’t even- …. huh? since when did these get here?”

“must be magic, now let’s get the hell outta here PLEASE”

- food court enthusiast !!!

- without a doubt his favorite place in the mall

- buys you both lunch

- also buys you a key chain as a gift cause he saw you eyeing it in one of the windows, and puts it in one of your bags so you’ll see it when you get home

- will not tell you he bought it

- you rambling to him on the way to school the next day about how you must’ve gotten it by mistake is a reward in itself

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kaidou - shopaholic bestie

- just like you, kaido loves a good shopping spree !!!

- he’s gotta deck himself out so dark reunion knows who they messing with !!!

- they don’t call him the jet black wings for nothing 😤

- gives surprisingly good fashion advice

“this color brings out your skin tone you should get this”

“these shoes match that hat you should get these”

“gold accessories fit your skin perfectly”

- loves when you give him a fashion show if you’re trying on clothes

- will literally make you runway walk 💀

- hot topic king !!!!

- prob their biggest buyer tbh

- gets those corny graphic tees and you have to BEG him to not wear them in public

- like he genuinely thinks they’re cool and you’re like

“😬…lets not”

- goes straight to the bookstore to see if they have any new manga

- will be there for hours if you don’t pull him out

- like he dead read a whole book once while you were out looking for bags

- you bought it for him as a treat cause he carried all your bags for you

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kuboyasu - a thief in the night

- im sorry y’all but this man def steals (same tho/hj)

- and doesn’t give a fuck either

- but most of the time it’s not even on purpose fr

- like he’ll pick up something and be like

“damn this shit cool ash”

- then will forget he has it in his hand and walk out with it 😭

- is banned from 3 of your favorite stores for doing this so he just stands outside like a club bouncer and waits for you

- best believe if someone tries to get at you he’s there to keep em in check !!

- once a cashier tried to get your number and he was not having it

“nuh uh”

- like 🤷🏽‍♀️ sorry but if they look like a loser he’s not letting it happen

- people assume you guys are dating cause he does that but he’s just a little protective fr

- he ain’t letting no scrub try to take you out, tf he look like?

- steals you that expensive bag you wanted

- goes with you into the makeup stores and lets you swatch the lipsticks on him if you run out of room on your hand

- will be mad if they don’t have your shade in anything and curse out the employees

- gets banned

[gyunglitter]

the losers club ⚤ tomorrow x together (masterlist)

- just you dicking around with txt college!au besties

warnings: cursing, stupid tomfoolery, himbo!yeonjun, lowkey closet perv!soobin, band kid!kai, taehyun is the hottest man alive, beomgyu being an absolute MENACE, reader being the absolute rizzler without knowing (it’s what makes her rizzler🤪), ot5 chaos that can come only from ot5 chaos, ryujin is the faceclaim—feel free to ignore if need be, han sohee is your sister, yes that deserves a warning because you deserve time to mentally prepare for that kind of genetic being blessed to you, this is SUPPOSED to be unserious--please stop expecting greatness from me

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

notes: surprise yall! this was literally not supposed to spawn until after stupid cupid, but i couldn’t help it lol—i desperately need to write crack and unfunny jokes to stay sane fr

enjoy this drabble/bulletpoint fic that will be updated whenever i feel like it :) y’all can also send in requests for this if you’d like with different ideas too!!

⚤ intro + more

⚤ the links

⚤ sick day

[knyontop]

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My Masterlist ! ──★ ˙🩷 ̟ !!

Heres my masterlist for all the fandoms I write for, sense it might be a lil hard to find my posts I decided to make this so people can find my posts easier!! Now I would also like to say for my creepypasta posts the way I used to write them were not very canon but I promise my writing has improved a lot more! xD also please tell me if the links dont work.

Kny fandom ! ──★ ˙🎋 ̟ !!

Inosuke x zombie!reader

How the Hashira would say language

Mitsuri x Teen!Tsuguko!reader

Dom, sub, or switch?

Creepypasta fandom ! ──★ ˙🍮 ̟ !!

Ben drowned x sibling!reader

Creepypasta with a new proxy child reader

Creepypasta x mean!child!reader

There not a monster. (Child!reader)

Creepypasta x childish!teen!reader

Creepyasta x Gyutaro and Daki like child!readers

Platonic yandere creepypasta x shyish!teen!reader

Jeff the killer x fem!coquette!reader

Creepypasta x child!Lonely!reader

Creepypasta x bitchy!reader

Incorrect quote involving teen!reader

Creepypasta x dead!child!reader

Creepypasta comforting child!reader

How Creepyasta would say language

Creepypasta with a quiet reader who can stand up for themselves.

Dating jeff the killer moodboard

Yandere platonic ticci toby x shy!child!reader

Arcane fandom ! ──★ ˙🎀 ̟ !!

Nothing here yet :( request?

MHA fandom ! ──★ ˙🌸 ̟ !!

Big brother Touya.

Yandere Toga x zombie!reader

South park fandom ! ──★ ˙🍥 ̟ !!

Nothing here yet :( request?

Angels of death fandom ! ──★ ˙🌙 ̟ !!

Nothing here yet :( request?

Fnaf fandom ! ──★ ˙💟 ̟ !!

Nothing here yet :( request?

Descendants fandom ! ──★ ˙🍰 ̟ !!

Incorrect quote

Shameless fandom ! ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

Nothing here yet :( request?

Stranger things ! ──★ ˙🍡 ̟ !!

Nothing here yet :( request?

IT ! ──★ ˙💓 ̟ !!

Incorrect quote involving sibling!reader

Dating Henry bowers moodboard

Dating Patrick Hockstetter moodboard

Dating Victor Criss and Belch Huggins moodboards

Bowers gang hcs

Patrick stalking hcs

Let me explain…

Yandere bowers gang x Ballerina!reader moodboard

Incorrect quote

Toxic Henry hcs

Platonic yandere bowers gang with reader who prefers losers club

Nsfw bowers gang hcs

Ouat ! ──★ ˙🍙 ̟ !!

Being a little lost kid in neverland moodboard

The outsiders ! ──★ ˙💞 ̟ !!

Nothing here yet :( request?

The Supernatural ! ──★ ˙👻 ̟ !!

Nothing here yet :( request?

Invincible fandom ! ──★ ˙🍧 ̟ !!

Nothing here yet :( request?

Ocs ! ──★ ˙💕 ̟ !!

Mitsuri x Hanako and Aki (platonic)

Alexander Criss moodboard

Incorrect quotes involving Alex and Bethany

Incorrect quotes involving Alex and Bethany and Sawyer

Bethany x sawyer hcs

Derry halloween

Alex and Marilyn and Bethany passing notes (angst)

Alex and Mari hcs

Ellie jones moodboard

The death of Alexander Criss.

Mari and Fulton hcs

Rainy woods camper

Alexs carrd

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[greenandsorrow]

IF THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED NEVER HURT YOU, MAYBE IT WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOU. 🎈

Author's note; I used to have strange dreams as a kid. This story is heavily inspired by a series of dreams I had during my tween years.

Did you ever dream not of a scenario recurring, but continuing?

!!!!! The reader is a teenager. The relationships described in the fic are strictly platonic. My poor attempt at writing a threatening and scary environment is the only warning. And Pennywise is a warning himself I guess. This is a very weird, inner child, comfort thing for me... I apologise.

Dividers; @saradika-graphics, @cafekitsune, @strangergraphics

"Derry is a strange place. The fog settles low in the mornings, making the town look ghostly, almost unreal. The playgrounds are empty and quiet, swings moving slowly without any breeze. On foggy days, the whole town feels like a memory, faded and worn at the edges."

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4 (SOON)

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Taglist; @satubby @sketchist-art @urdeftonesgrrrl @vampirecrow38

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Heyy me again so about the creepypasta thing, I just wondered if you can do Ben drowned with a gen z reader platonically? It's okay if your uncomfortable doing it ><

Ben drowned x gen z!reader (platonic!)

not uncomfortable at all! love that im getting ben drowned requests since i enjoy him a lot and kind of want to write for him more; just strictly platonic ..which reminds me, i need to draw him again soon! gonna answer this then take a break and get back to requests yipe!

admin is still sold on the idea of ben being confined to electronics most of the time so i can easily see him gaining access to your devices so he can pester you whenever he wants; though this may get a little annoying since youre... well still alive! you have a life

whether or not the reader is a creepypasta themselves or is a normal person is up to you! i think both can work, though i must say the idea of the reader being just some random person is really funny. like can you imagine? you get some haunted virus but the ghost is chill an you guys become friends

i do think ben can only mess with devices, i dont think he can mess with like. any internet browser stuff.... which segways me to my next idea; the og creepypasta came out in 2010, majoras mask came out in 2000, so putting it in the middle lets say ben died in 2005.. bro has missed a lot. youre going to have to fill him in on a lot of stuff, and boy let me tell you hes going to be going nuts

tell him about the new legend of zelda games. i think he would be hyped. throwing admins hc of ben being sick and tired of LOZ due to being trapped in the game out the window, admin needs this boy to get joyous!

he probably pesters you and asks you about the dumbest shit, does it on purpose because he thinks its funny

sometimes you guys play video games together, bro is absolutely astounded by how far games have come since he passed away. i think he would go insane over five nights at freddys. fill him in on the lore

going back on the video game stuff and playing together, just know that hes going to break the game and cheat + hes a sore loser, soooooooo...

do you think sometimes he comes and tries to spend time with you more and more over time because hes been stuck for years and hasnt really had many people to talk to? like yeah hes an angry spirit, but even angry spirits deserve friends!!!

ponders

probably messes with you by messing with your recordings if youre trying to make a video/tiktok/reel/what have you

probably interjects his own texts into your posts, never really says anything harmful, just messes with spelling or adds dumb messages

honestly its not your SM account/blog, its yalls shared account/blog now/j

stuck with old 2000s humor but i think he would absolutely love present day humor and how unhinged its gotten, though quick warning hes going to start quoting stuff

definitely quotes the sticking out your gyatt thing, hes going to drive you insane with it and hes going to laugh at you

do not play roblox tycoons with him hes going to bully small children

you guys play a horror game together on roblox and you can hear him freaking out through the speakers (likely using an old device for him so youre not fighting for control over one device)

absolutely DEVASTED when you tell him club penguin shut down

just know hes punching the metaphorical wall

on the rare chance ben is able to pull himself into the real world for a brief period of time, you guys probably do the same stuff hes just physically there for a short time!

make him touch grass while hes out, bro hasnt touched grass in nearly 20 years. this isnt even a haha "hes chronically online" joke, he hasnt actually touched grass in years due to circumstances

closing this with a hit of angst that made me go :( but imagine that it starts out as you guys being around the same age (well... close enough, since ben doesnt age anymore due to being a ghost) but overtime, you obviously grow up and have less and less time for him and :(

like owie

"what happened to us? we used to be best friends?" audio but its you two SOBS AND CRIES

[angels-read-fanfiction-too]

Fanfiction Rules Time!!!

Please specify headcannons, drabble or story!

who i will write for (platonic or romantic)!!

Percy jackson and Heroes of Olympus (including octavian for those who likes freakazoids)

Harry potter (NO DRACO he makes me angry)

Homestuck! (only beta kids and beta trolls sorry i'm only on page almost 4000)

Garfield (Literally only john cuz i want him)

Ouran Highschool host club (no honey senpai unless platonic cuz that kinda freaky in the bad way)

Obey me (including side characters)

Mystic messenger

red dwarf

black books

Eltingville club

IT (2017) but only platonic cuz i'm too old for them :P sibling stuff would be cool!

Rtc post and pre accident!

(will update if i get into more fandoms!)

What i won't write!!

nsfw (my sister reads this blog and im catholic) but will do making out and stuff like that :P

anything with draco (i hate him SOOO much)

character x character sorry but i'm a chronic self shipper

any kind of intense violence or intense angst! only small amounts followed by fluff because i like my fanfiction happy.

Will probably write a lot!!

sick fics cuz they're some of my favourites

Homestuck!!! cuz i'm super focused on it right now lol

established relationship

dorky or like loser readers (sorry for the people who like the popular reader x unpopular character but i can't relate)

lots and lots and lots of cute fluffy stuff

i'm CRINGE! so just be aware of that

Requests are very happily open!!!