#ben hansom x reader

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

cursing

summary: i can’t think of a plot so maybe something like the reader first joining the group and she’s rlly shy and innocent so all the losers don’t want her near richie but one day he tries talking to her alone but they get detention somehow bc of him so her and richie have to do work like cleaning up classes and he rubs off on her and she picks up his sayings so the losers freak out?

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me this long to write it, I hope you still enjoy though 

Richie Tozier is characterized by his crude remarks. Friends, peers, teachers and parent alike know that if they want their respective students, friends or children to behave and remain innocent, they best separate them by a mile from Richie himself. New kids are warned to scoot if Richie tries to approach them, and if you’re seen talking to him, it’ll come as no surprise to anyone that curse words will become your second nature.

The losers club, aka Richie’s friends, accept this about him - except for Stan, who maintains his near perfect grammar despite being Richie’s oldest companion- and would never try to withhold him from getting to know new people and forming a friendship, but that doesn’t mean they try to shelter said person on occasion.

The first day you arrived at Derry high, eyes casted downwards as to not initiate eye contact with anyone out of shyness, the losers knew that they had to keep Richie’s crude words and humor away from you. They approached you, and just like any descend peer and classmate would do, took you under their wings. It wasn’t a secret that you were a shy person, riddled with social anxiety and the apprehensiveness to stand up for yourself, but the losers had tricks up their sleeve to help you overcome that fear. They do after all have a lot of experience in that department.

Your calmness contradicts everything that Richie claims to stand for -he’d never openly admit to his softer, more well-spoken side-, and though there is nothing wrong with either, the losers still maintained that you had to be eased into getting introduced to Richie’s abrasive persona.

Richie still hung out with you plenty, in fact it seemed as if you and Richie developed the closest friendship out of all of them, but as soon as the first syllables of an explicate would be formed, the other losers would loudly cuff of gently nudge Richie to let him know to stop talking.

For the most part, at least in the beginning, Richie stuck to his promise he had made with the losers. He tried his best to not let any lewd langue’s slip around you, with the exertion of mom jokes - the losers couldn’t convince him to forgo those – and with a few misshapes not counted in, they rarely happened.

But then, unexpectedly and unfitting for you, both Richie and you get detention. Richie has gotten detention before, a lot in fact, but never had their timid, newest addition of the losers club been in any kind of trouble. It frustrated even Bev and Ben, and Richie of course, when Eddie, Stan and you ganged up on them to be the voice of caution, refusing to do anything remotely illegal or dangerous. So you getting detention was not something any of them ever saw happening.

It came as no surprise to find out Richie had pulled you into trouble with him, by babbling away in class and trying to get you to respond to his hyper antics in the middle of the class with the teacher every student feared most, Miss Michez. He would throw props of paper your way, write stuff on it and beg for you to respond to it, yell out random things until you caved in and laughed so hard you nearly snorted. Miss Michez, never one to allow any descriptiveness in her class, hurried to give Richie detention, and by default you, to find any reason to chase him out of her classroom.

It didn’t matter to her that today was the first day of the year that the sun actually warmed up the surface, and that a bunch of test were impending and the losers had hoped for one last day of relaxing. All she thought of was punishing her students.

The losers, already planning on hanging out that day, decided to wait for the two of you outside of the school, even knowing that you and Richie were likely to be stuck there for at least an hour after everyone else was dismissed.

They were waiting in a state of uncertainty. They’d never seen you upset, or sad before, and you might not be now either, but they had no idea what to expect. They didn’t know if you were the type of person to freak out over getting in trouble with elders, or if you didn’t care. Assuming you would be upset, the losers collectively bundle their pocket money and got to the store around the corner of the school and bought heaps of comfort food.

When they were done shopping, they made sure to loiter around the front of the school. A part of them was hopeful that Richie managed to keep you bright and happy and smiley, but they know that detention isn’t a joke so prepare for the worst.

At the hour and a half mark, the usual duration of detention on a Wednesday, Richie lanky body flew out the door, the door sweeping open and shut behind him. He had his arm tucked over your shoulders, and he laughed as he led you away from the - what he described as - grounds of hell.

‘G-g-uys, are y-y-you okay?’ Bill asks as soon as you and Richie are within reach. There’s no visible upset on your face, not as far as he can tell, but you might have just been covering it up very well.

‘What? Oh yeah we’re fine, the old hag couldn’t wait to get rid of us’, Richie laughs as he leads you closer to the group.

‘Yeah, I don’t think she realized she was setting herself up for more time with Richie’, you say as you duck under his arm. ‘Whatever, the bitch deserved it.’

Ben chokes on his own spit, while Beverly cackles so loud it’s surprising miss Michez doesn’t storm down the stairs to shush them.

‘Did you just curse?’ Stan grounds out, wide eyes looking at you like it’s the first time he has ever seen you.

‘Some people deserve it’, you answer, that same shyness the losers are so used of you coming back slowly. Apparently, the moment of brave boldness has come and gone. ‘Kind of like Eddie’s mom.’

Bev roars louder, holding herself up by a beam so she doesn’t fall over laughing. Eddie’s face turns white, and his gaze slowly, almost imperceptibly, shifts to Richie’s face. Then he states calmly; ‘I’m going to fucking kill you.’

Richie is granted three seconds to run.

[dedeimagines]

It (2017) Masterlist

It (2017)

The Losers Club:

1. Being in the Losers Club Would Include…

2. Being Irish and part of the Losers Club Would Include…

3. Swimming

4. Panic

5. Replaced

6. Being Filipino and Part of the Losers Club Would Include…

7. Floating

8. Unexpected Haircut

9. Coming Out as FTM to The Loser’s Club Would Include…

10. A Date

11. Being Argentinian and Part of The Losers Club Would Include…

12. Best Friends

13. Nothing

14. Welcome

15. Being A Short Mexican Badass And Part Of The Losers Club Would Include…

16. Being The Shortest Member Of The Losers Club Would Include…

17. Being The Tallest Member Of The Losers Club Would Include…

18. Coming Out As Bisexual To The Losers Club Would Include…

19. Experiencing Snow For The First Time With The Losers Club Would Include…

20. The Losers Club Reacting To Your New Piercings Would Include…

21. A Girl?

22. The Losers Club Reacting To You Having A Panic Attack Would Include...

23. Having Social Anxiety and Being Apart Of The Losers Club Would Include...

Beverly Marsh:

1. Dating Beverly Marsh Would Include…

2. Being Beverly’s Sibling Would Include…

3. Bloody Knuckles

4. Being Shy and Dating Beverly Would Include…

5. True Love

6. Chicken

7. Perfect Shot

8. Secrets

9. Just In Case

10. With You

11. Girls Night

12. Listening to Music with Beverly Would Include...

13. School Party

14. Forever Single

15. Let Me Know

Bill Denbrough:

1. Dating Bill Denbrough Would Include…

2. Prom

3. Stutter

4. Guilt

5. Leader

6. Dumb

7. It

8. Not You

9. Sunsets

10. Paranoid

11. Miss You

12. A Little Get Away

13. Not So Private Kiss

14. No One

15. Always Welcome

16. Phone Call part 2

17. Being British and Dating Bill Would Include...

18. Couple Contest

19. It’s Been A Long, Long Time

20. The Idea’s In His Mind

Ben Hanscom:

1. Dating Ben Hanscom Would Include…

2. NKOTB

3. Books

4. Cuddling With Ben Would Include...

Eddie Kaspbrak:

1. Dating Eddie Kaspbrak Would Include…

2. Don’t Die

3. In Love

4. Lies

5. Germs

6. Big Brother

7. Hospital Visits

8. Crowds

9. Skater

10. I Can Fix This

11. Shoulder To Cry On

12. Dating Eddie and Being Taller Then Him Would Include…

13. No Sleep

14. Make It Better

15. The Night We Met

16. Interrupting Mom

Mike Hanlon:

1. Dating Mike Hanlon Would Include…

2. Hold You

3. 1 am Cuddles

4. Milkshakes and Star Gazing

5. Breakup

6. You’re Okay

7. Bullies

8. Why?

9. Surprises

10. Bikes

11. Naked

12. I Wouldn’t Mind

Richie Tozier:

1. Dating Richie Tozier Would Include…

2. Korean Reader x Richie Headcanon

3. Eye Rolls

4. Just Friends?

5. For Science

6. Chapstick

7. A Chance

8. Cute

9. Shopping

10. What You Want

11. Help

12. Missing Cat

13. Backwards

14. Don’t Run Away

15. Deserve Better

16. Being Richie Tozier’s Younger Sister Would Include…

17. Partners part two

18. Calm

19. Quiet

20. Shut Up

21. 3 Years

22. Finally Over

23. Bad Timing

24. Runaways

25. Alibi

26. Making Out

27. Something You Love

28. Music

29. So Much More

30. Pathetic

31. Lights

32. Rick Astley

33. Drive-in

34. Stupid Fights

35. Cold

36. Stars In Your Eyes

37. Don’t Leave

38. Opposites

39. Chill Out

40. Want Me?

41. Impressions

42. Family Party

43. Being A Cheerleader and Dating Richie Would Include…

44. Blushing

45. Im Better With You

46. A Real Kiss

47. Ruin Everything

48. Pranks

49. Tired Rambles

50. Hold Your Breath

51. Non Friendly Way

52. Being Fascinated By Supernatural Things and Dating Richie Would Include…

53. Missing Sandman

54. Soulmate AU HC

55. No Filter

56. All I Ask

57. Drunken Flirting

58. Broken

59. Being Australian and Dating Richie Would Include...

60. Ruiner

61. Accidental

62. Weezer

63. Dating Richie and Being Taller than Him Would Include...

64. Being Richie’s Twin and Being Completely Opposite to Him Would Include...

65. Doing Face Masks with Richie Would Include...

66. Directions

67. Let Me Think

68. What Are You Waiting For?

69. Richie Falling in Love with Someone who’s Afraid of Falling in Love Would Include...

70. Company

71. Thanks Asshole

72. Being Eddie’s twin and Dating Richie Would Include...

73. Damn That Accent

74. Shines Brighter

75. Drunken Aftermath

76. A Replacement 

77. Dating Bad Boy Richie Would Include...

78. Richie Being Super Whipped While You're Dating Would Include...

79. Don’t Even Think About It

80. Coming Out As Lesbian to Richie Would Include...

81. Nobody’s Here

82. I Remember

83. Disapproving Parents

84. Being Best Friends With Richie Would Include...

85. Movie Night With Stan and Richie Would Include...

86. Headache

87. Boyfriend Material

Stan Uris:

1. Dating Stan Uris Would Include…

2. Bird Books

3. Plus Size Reader x Stan Headcanon

4. Crushes

5. Don’t Lie

6. Love

7. Bad Dreams

8. A Flirt

9. The Future

10. Bird Watching

11. Angel

12. Perfect

13. Paintings

14. Feelings

15. Holiday Party

16. Comfort

17. You Left Me

18. A Bet

19. Too Loud

20. All-Nighter

21. Love You

22. School Dance

23. Being Popular And Dating Stan Would Include…

24. Twister

25. Stan Uris Dating A Short Biracial Person Would Include…

26. Wanna What?

27. Bed Sharing

28. How Stan Would Tell You He Likes You HC

29. Exam

30. To Forget

31. Stood Up

32. Leaving On A Jet Plane

33. First Encounters

34. Drunk Phone Calls

35. Gentlemanly Acts

36. Bad Day

37. Isolation

38: Romantic Escapades

39. Movie Night With Stan and Richie Would Include...

Stozier:

1. What Do You Hate?

2. The Floor is Lava

3. Same

4. Stozier as Parents Would Include…

5. Cant Sleep

6. Order

7. Say It Again

8. Richie’s Birthday

9. Don’t Sweat It

Reddie:

1. Reddie as Parents Would Include…

2. Hoodie

3. Why?

Beverie:

1. Relationships

Bichie:

1. Hot

2. Voices

3. Missing Shirt

Benverly:

1. Flowers

Stenbrough:

1. Just Talk to Me

Series:

1. Into The Woods

[philophxbicrxmantic]

Shut Eye

Chapter One: Curiosity of The Cat

Word count: 2797

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader

Summary: A divorce, a leg, and a blooming on fire relationship with four eyes over there.  

Warnings: Divorce, argument, swearing, cheating(?), and gore

Author’s note: Please help me point out any mistakes or message me about something you didn’t quite get! Richie Tozier will be in the next chapter.

Dour clouds blanket the sky and the hint of asphalt is in the air. The streets was barely kissed by the minuscule amount of rain before the downpour, and a cyclist or two pass by her house before the rain envelops the sad sack of a town, Derry. A black lab was goggling at the grey, depressing clouds with his curious, black eyes. He swiped his nose with his pink tongue before a drop of water tapped the edge of his nose. Oz howled and barked from the dehydrated backyard as he ran along the fences. The local pups echoed his call of warning. Ozzie was part of the neighborhood choir of canines that occasionally sang when the sky inhabits a metallic odor. The black lab let his tongue unroll itself from his mouth as he was panting. He sat himself down before he pointed his snout into the sky. 

“Oz!”

Ozzie snapped his head towards the door. He shuffled his front paws, unsure if his owner called his name. She called his name again sweetly. Oz bounced out of his position, and pranced his way up the porch’s three-step stairs. A little jingle came from his collar as he slipped his furry body through the hole. As he bounced his way to his owner, the peeling, mahogany leather collar rubbed against him. The piece of duct tape on the edge glided against his neck as he ruffled out his fur with a shimmy. He sauntered over to nurse Thomas with his tail wagging happily behind before setting himself onto the cold tile floor. His chin rested on the front of his paws, and the nurse stroked his head lovingly before setting it back on the table, folded.

“(Y/N),” Nurse Thomas sternly called out to her daughter. Andy Thomas clicked her fingernails against the table. Her eyes were cold with irritation and displeasure with two eyebrow squished together. Anger poked her left eye making it twitch.  Andy’s jaw clenched while she exhaled through her nose. (Y/N) could see the steam shotgun right through her nose. Curiosity was to blame for this stupid fucking outcome. She couldn’t keep her inquisitive, slimy fingers off of the spine of her mother’s college textbooks. Before the meeting at the dinner table, (Y/N) toppled down a broad book from the closet shelf and the “CIA worthy” folder peeled itself from its juicy insides. The divorce papers were splayed across the floor, right next to the textbook, and mom already has steam curling out of her ears and a pair of canines ready to rip off her wandering fingers.

The pre-teen studied the cold, lifeless manila folder, which was squashed down by a saucer and a chill cup of tea from thirty minutes ago. A sliver of text from Maine’s divorce papers was presented out of its holder. The young girl’s stolid eyes constantly read, “-PLAINT FOR DIVORCE (with children)”. The words fizzle out of her head. She re-reads and it fizzles again. Again and again and again. This.. This should not exist. This should be some cruel joke that someone decided to pull out of their ass because that is the only hole they can communicate their humor from. She yells to the version of herself that inhabits her mind.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t some odd and eyebrow-raising joke Richie Tozier would sling shout of his trash-can-mouth at the back of the sixth grade classroom. Something that skimmed around: (Y/N)’s real name Problematic-Accident junior! She was named after her shitty mother!  “Kill two birds with one stone!”, her daddy said to himself and scrambled to a jug of big tits in New Orleans! He’d gawk towards his poor friends. But, it wasn’t. God, she would beg onto her knees, suck any fucking dick off, and eat shit for this just to disintegrate.  

It was just the blade of reality, mugging you from all of your riches and joys of life. Cold, sharp reality. She was always hit by this cold, malicious thing when her curiosity was possessed like Marian Rolf- a fictional figure from the movie, Burn Offering, from the 70s. Curiosity never really did kill the cat. It murdered and devoured up innocence and childhood with its claws and teeth, and ended up regurgitating bones of cold adulthood and maturity. (Y/N) scraped the side of her cup with the nail of her index finger. The chilled cup of tea weighted down the paper with its saucer. Her eyes unhinged themselves from the papers, and glared towards her steam-shooting mother. She could see her jaw grinding back and forth constantly. The wrinkle in between her eyebrows is doubtlessly, permanently tattooed to her face.  Her daughter of thirteen silently observed the amber liquid stewing with the cold, rainy air.

Slam! The porcelain saucer chattered against the paper after Andy impact her palm against the clothed table, which had little diamond designs her father adored. She noticed stains from the last dinner her family had together. Tomato.. No wonder her mother cooked that night.. Andy had always kept in mind to stay away from tomato because of her husband’s horrible relationship to it the red fruit. Normally, she would be the one to sit down doing paperwork while her daughter cooked up something everyone said they enjoyed. Knowing how her mother lied, her culinary dream was slightly crushed by the possible faux compliments gifted to her. (Y/N) squeezed her shoulders inwards while her head slightly ducked down in fear. Her frightened eyes shooting back at her mother’s.

“(Y/N) Harwell,” she called out aggressively.”You’re fucking tuning me out and soon enough I’ll start tuning you out my life, you hear?” A slight country accent, she had from when she was a girl, snuck into her vexed warning. The heel of her white tennese shoes angrily bouncing up and down. Andy Thomas let her slender finger snatch up the rim of the cup while her other hand slid under the saucer. She placed it beside her. The manila folder was the next victim, “Now tell me where the hell did you find this?” she growled with an angry passion. The folder right next to her face as the white fire in her eyes enlarged. Silence overwhelmed the impatient beast of the mother.

“Answer me!”

“In your old college books!”

“Don’t you dare fucking yell at me!” She scolded . Andy Thomas shook her head and chuckled in disbelief,”What did I tell you not to do?”

“You told me not to go through your bo-.”

“Yet, you did exactly that! I told you not to go through my books, but you didn’t listen to me!” She sneered at her. “Why didn’t you listen to me?”

She could perceive the angry hormones and adrenaline tickle and swirl around her spine. (Y/N) could feel the regret already inject the pit of her stomach, it was like an unknown source of blood pouring out at the bottom of your knee from a picked scab. It was there, but you couldn’t feel it until you see the damage.

“My dad left!” She sobbed out unintentionally. The water works just bursting out of her.

“and you-you di-di-di-didn’t you tell me! Why didn’t you fucking tell me that my dad went a-w-wuh-wuh-wol?” (Y/N) yelled. Her face felt hot and the air felt swollen as she tried to stop her hiccups. She could feel her throat rubbing out raw.“I thought he was rotting six feet under!” (Y/N) lips felt like they were being pulled down by weights. She could try to form her lips into a straight line, but she would always end up like a fucking pouty baby. A fucking pouty crybaby. Andy swiftly got up, the chair has been thrown back by her sudden irritated movements. A hollow echo erupted from inside the chair. The table viced in between her angry claws. A apoplectic snort came from her nostrils. Her eyes jumping back and forth; you could tell that she scheming out a punishment for her pest of a daughter. (Y/N) did not like the way she looked when she was nailing things together that involved her daughter’s suffering. What’s going to be now? The couch? The basement? The shed? The regret was already filling the insides of her stomach. It felt like slime was slurping at the meat of her stomach’s walls. The slime release from its suction cup hold, and reveals a special bruise of anxiety.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The watch alarmed both of them. 

The slime seems to settle inside her stomach.  

It’s time for her shift.

“I have to go.” She sighed, exhausted. “ When I get back I expect a dog that will stop tugging on my pants for a walk, and while you’re walking Ozzy I want to think about what you just did.” She angrily said. “If you don’t, I’m locking you in the basement tonight.” She warned. Basement was the winner tonight, she thought.  (Y/N) didn’t say a word. Afraid that any syllable or vowel will upset her. She didn’t even want to mention about how mud would be imprinted on the carpet- knowing it would leave the nurse into Satan’s pregnant mother.  

Nurse Thomas slid the keys off of the counter and swung a handbag onto her shoulder.

As the car rolled away, emotions overwhelmed and drowned her in stress. (Y/N) rested her crossed arms on the cold table, and nestled her face into the pit of it- avoiding the tea filled cup. Her fingers thread her hair, and sighed. Funny how the nurse scares the life out of her kid. She joked internally.

She would lock herself in the basement if she knew what was coming. The street had a charming silence. The only thing you could hear the soft taps of the rain collide with her cotton hoodie and the slippery concrete she peered at. The dog tag from her dog jingled as Oz excitedly take in the smell and scenery. Her shoulders felt padded with a cold, wet sensation and her shoes were filled with frozen toes. Other than being wet, she enjoyed the rain. It was calming and the neutral sky gifts you with a serene spirit. The rain bounced back slightly every time it impacted the streets. She watched the heavy droplets bounce as she contemplated the conflict between her mother. (Y/N) tried to understand her mother’s side, but it just didn’t work out. Andy had so many damn chances to tell her what was going on, but she just kept her mouth glued. Her mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Ozzie halted to a stop. His snout rubbing against the weed and dandelions planted right next to the opening of the sewer. His paws getting soaked from the dirt-water.

“Oz.” (Y/N) called sternly as she coiled the frayed leash around her wrist. She tugged,”Come on, Oz. Mom is going to kill me if you have your damn feet in shit water.” She quietly muttered. The leaves slightly rattle as the wind began to pick up its pace. The cold air sifted through her hoodie and pants, she shivered. (Y/N) quickly zipped up her jacket and roughly caressed her arms up and down. The black lab growled then proceeded to bark. “Oz!” she hissed impatiently. (Y/N) tugged on his leash tighter. Oz was slightly tugged from his spot, but he remained in the same spot. He snarled.

“What the hell-”

Meow. Jingle. A cat cried out from the sewer. (Y/N)’s grip began to soften as she stepped off of the safety of the cement sidewalk. That cat cried out again, but with more volume. The girl’s teeth chattered as she crossed her arms. She bent forward to see soft baby blue eyes begging for safety. It yowled at her. She stepped closer. The young, oblivious girl folded her pants up and knelt down. She could feel her knees mold against the rough concrete floor. She slightly hissed in pain. “What the hell are you doing down there buddy?” She questioned the poor creature. Pity sets in her heart and scooted closely to the sewers. The eyes of the cat reminded of her older(and now passed) cat she had gotten for her fourth birthday. Two years after that, it promised the world’s reputation of “Curiosity killed the cat” when strayed outside of the border of her backyard. This gave a sad and aching pain towards her and her father, but her mother was satisfied. Satisfied that the house didn’t smell like sour piss. She’s always had the love for the cold yet loving and curious felines. Maybe that’s why she had always been so curious. Her love of felines had influence her nose for adventure- or rather being at the wrong place at the right time. Ozzy growled and yapped towards the cat. “Oz, stop it!” She pushed the dog’s nose away from the sewer. “You’re going to scare the poor thing away!” A loud jingle erupted from the sewer came. As (Y/N) got closer to the sewer she could smell the leaves and shit from the darkness. The soft patter of the water and the constant jingling from the kitty. She placed her hand on the edge of the cement and moved closer to the small opening. The bells were more rapid and constant now. She squinted her eyes. A shadow of a human head materializes through the shadows. The blue eyes were human. A gasp of air quickly shoots down her throat in shock.

A white gloved hand snatches her ankle, and yanks her down. The girl screeched as her leg was caught in the opening of the sewers. The sides pelvis hitting the mouth of the sewers. The cold water running down her legs. Her being shot with a new kind of fear she never thought she would experience. A fear that made you feel like life was more valuable than you thought it was.

“Help me!” She cried out. “Dear god, help!” She begged. Tear bursted out of her eyes without warning, and this time she didn’t fucking cared about looking like a pouty baby.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out.

GET OUT OF THE DAMN FUCKING SEWER.

A white sharp pain was introduce to her shock. Razor blade teeth sunk underneath the cap of her knee. Oz yapped and growled towards the vicious creature. She wrapped her arms around the neck of her dog. (Y/N)’s could heard her bone pop off and the hear the tearing of her skin. The young girl sobbed out in pain. Her breath was quick and shallow. Her barking dog walked back as she wiggles her leg out of the sewer. The rain soaking up the sweat making it into this sickening texture that stuck on her body. (Y/N)’s stomach had been clawed by the pebbles and odd texture on the floor, but she couldn’t feel the small amount of blood exiting from the small cut lines. Blood oozes out of her leg and the bone of her leg was dyed with red. Her throat felt enclosed as she tried not to throw up. (Y/N) gagged instead, and looked away.  First thing on her mind is survival as a white glove stretches out. She lets go of Oz and flips on her back. Her leg pushes her backwards as a viscous, pale clown grimly smile at her. She swore she could hear taunting lyricals of children. She swore his eyes had turned into a vicious yellow. She definitely swore that she is going to get out of this alive. She screeched for help as Ozzy yaps and bark. Adrenaline boosted her to kick her farther away from that terrifying clown.

“Get away from me!”

She was out of breath and her head felt like it was being pumped with air. Every time she blinked her eyelids were getting heavier, her hearing was beginning to sound like static on a radio channel that still had the host’s voice, and her body was sore and cold against the wet pavement. Her face was inflamed and her heart… felt as if it was no longer there. As if it had fell out of her chest and a small tempo was their. The thirteen year old girl’s body twitch; It was as if God (if there is one) decided to send in a shock wave to see if the body would react. (Y/N)’s wet head slammed against the slick pavement. The last thing she saw was headlights, the last thing she heard was a loud jingle, and the last thing she felts was the nuzzle of her dog underneath her hand and the rain at the tip of her nose.

Reblog if you want the next chapter! Please let me know what you think about this chapter!

[sejanusbaby]

The Losers + Trick 𝗈𝗋 Treating

A/N: Happy Halloween, everyone! This is with a gender-neutral reader.

Anonymous asked: hii! could you do a headcannon of trick or treating with the losers? thank you!

Warnings: None, this is 100% adorable.

Let’s be honest, the first thing you’d have to do is convince Eddie’s mom to let him join in on the Halloween fun.

Once you got passed that, you all made plans to meet up at Bill’s place, 6:30 PM, sharp.

All of the Losers are super chaotic, so you probably all went last minute costume shopping together.

Eddie, of course, resorted to dressing as a nurse. He was probably in fear of what his mother would say about a scary costume.

Then we have Richie, who probably didn’t go the extra mile and settled with a cheap, but spooky halloween mask and a fake weapon of some sort.

Bill and Stan probably matched up their costumes because they are just that way.

Bev definitely went the extra mile, fake blood, terrifying makeup and costume, and everything.

Ben literally goes crazy and dresses like a hippy, 100% all the way.

And finally, our baby Mike probably did something really dumb, like picking out a suit and going as a bottle of ketchup.

You would all have to fight your parents to let you go out so late, especially with the strange amount of children disappearing recently.

Eventually your parents would all give it an okay.

You all stick together like glue the entire time, kind of terrified of something bad happening, but also like, having a good time.

Lots and lots of candy that you all dump into one pile together and just go absolutely mad.

It’s probably the best time everyone has had in awhile due to everything that was going on.

You all walk each other home until it’s just two of you left.

Since you live next to our sweet Bill. It works out perfect.

Everyone gets home totally safe and you end up all calling one another, gushing over how much fun you had and how you dreaded school the following day.

You and your friends were inseparable. It was a good Halloween.

[dragqueen-eddie]

Our Last Summer (3)

Summary: The Losers club all recall their encounters with IT, and meet Mike Hanlon along the way;

AN: This took so long fuck sorry Happy new year! This is really long oh dear.

(Part 1) (Part 2)

It was just after dinner win the phone began ringing. Your mother was repairing some old clothes at the kitchen table and your father was busy working in his office, Y/N walked over to the phone and picked it up, not expecting the voice on the other end.

“Y/N?” spoke an upset voice, it was obvious that they had been crying.

“Bev is that you? What’s up?” Y/N’s voice was laced with concern, there was a pause before Beverly spoke again.

“C-Can you come over? I need your help.”

“Sure, I’ll be right there. Is your dad there?” 

“No... He’s gone to the pub, he won’t be back until the morning. Can you please hurry?” Her voice was breaking, you’d never heard her sound so upset.

“Yeah, sure I’ll be there asap. Just, stay there OK?” You put the phone back on the hook and slid her shoes on. Her mother looked up from her place and cocked a brow

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Bev called, she sounded really upset, I’m going to go check on her.” Was all you said as you walked out the back door and got onto her bike, peddling as fast as you could to Bev’s house.

You dumped your bike by the fire escape and ran up the steel stairs. You opened the door to Bev’s flat and rushed in.

“Bev? Bev where are you?” you called as you looked around the small space.

“Bathroom.” She shouted, her voice cracking. You rushed into the bathroom and gasped when she set her eyes on her friend. Her hair was cut short and uneven, hair covered the sink.

“Bevvie...” You went in to hug her “What happened?” 

“It was impulsive... Can you help me even it out?” She spoke softly, calmer know that Y/N was here.

“Of course...” was all you said as you grabbed the scissors and began to cut away at the strands, evening them out as you went. It took an hour but soon enough, you were done.

“What do you think?” you asked timidly

Bev turned to the mirror and ran her hands through her hair

“I love it. Thank you Y/N.” Bev smiled, and they hugged once more, before Y/N left.

The next day, You and Bev met up and rode down the the quarry together. Once the two of you had reached the quarry, you saw the group of boys already stripped and at the edge.

“W-Who wants to go first?” Bill asked

“I’ll go.” Bev piped up from her place beside Y/N, She quickly took off her dress and ran to the edge, jumping over. You began to laugh at the others reactions, doing the same, you jumped in as well.

The 7 of you spent the entire day playing and swimming in the quarry. It was some of the most fun that Y/N had ever had. You all swam, raced, Y/N even sat on Richie’s shoulders and wrestled Bev. It was the type of day you’d wish would never end.

After a while, all of you got out of the water and sat on some near by rocks. Somebody had brought a boom box, which was blasting some Young MC song while you and Bev sunbathed. 

“News flash Ben! Schools out for summer!” Richie said in a stupid voice, which made you laugh. You sat up to see what they were doing and saw Richie  digging through Ben’s backpack, you briefly saw a post card but Ben snatched it out of Richie’s hand and put it back in his bag. Richie then pulled out a folder and began to flip through it.

“Whats with the History project?” Richie asked before passing the folder to Bill

“I didn’t have anyone to hang out when I first moved here so I spent a lot of time at the Library.” Ben replied bashfully.

“You went to the library? On purpose?” 

“I wanna see.” Bev stood up and sat next to Bill, who stared at her.

“Y-Y-Your hair.” Bill began, but stopped.

“Your hair is beautiful, Beverly.” Ben interrupted, making Bev blush lightly. You gave her a small smile. 

“Thanks.” She smiled to the two boys.

You stood up and sat next to Richie on the rocks, looking at the folder.

“Why’s it all murders and missing kids?” Richie asked, passing it to Stan

“Derry’s not like any other town I've ever been in. Did you know that people go missing here twice the national average?” Ben watched as everyone passed around his folder, reading the pages with fascination.

“Is that true?” You asked

“That’s just adults... Kids are worse. I’ve got more stuff if you want to see it?” Ben asked and before you knew it, you were all on your bikes, on your way to Ben’s house.

Once everyone had dumped their bikes outside of Ben’s house, everyone filed in after him. Once all of you had reached Ben’s room, you were speechless. All sorts of old public records, newspaper clippings, and old drawings littered the wall. You were astonished.

“Cool, right?” Ben asked with a slight enthusiasm, you could tell he really enjoyed all of the History here in Derry.

“No... No not cool.” Richie began a sarcastic rant, which you ignored. You looked at the various drawings but one caught your eye. One with a clown. The same clown you saw in the woods. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your stomach sink. 

“Y/N?” A voice said beside you, You jumped slightly. You turned to see Stan looking at you with slight concern. “Are you OK?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, just not feeling to well.” You made up an excuse, you didn't want to tell anyone about the clown, not yet anyway. They’d think you were crazy.

After you had all looked around Ben’s room, you all left. One by one, going home for dinner.

The next day you had gotten another phone call from Bev, she sounded equally as distressed as the last time. You barely had time to talk before she hung up. 

“Get the boys and come to my house. Now.” Was all she said, before you heard the dial tone. Once again, you rushed out the back door, jumped onto your bike and rode over to Beverly’s, picking up the boys on your way.

“What did she say, Y/N?” One of them asked

“She didn’t say anything, just that we had to come over.” You groaned as you stopped your bike and jumped. You saw Bev running down the stairs and she gave you a hug

“You made it! I-I need to show you something.”

“What is it?”

“More than we saw at the quarry?” Richie joked

“Shut up! Just shut up Richie!” Shouted Eddie

“My dad’ll kill me if he founds out if i had boys in the apartment...” Bev continued, glancing at you.

“Then w-we’ll leave a l-look out. Richie s-stay here.” Bill said as he got off his bike, the others did the same and ran up the stairs while Richie complained.

“What do i do if he comes back?!” He shouted.

“Start talking!” You called.

The group of you all walked in to the small flat. You followed Beverly and raised a brow.

“In there.” She said nervously.

“The bathroom?” you asked

“What is it?” Stan said from beside you.

“You’ll see.” Was all Bev said as you began to walk towards the green door.

“The bathroom? Did you know that 89% of injuries in the home happen in the bathroom...” Eddie began to spout out different statistics about injuries caused at home. He soon stopped when Bill pushed open the bathroom door. Your stomach sank.

There was blood everywhere. The crimson colour painted the floors, ceilings, windows and walls. All light that shone in from the window was blocked, and instead filtered in ominous red light. 

“Holy shit...” You muttered

“You can see it?” She asked us all hopefully

“What happened in here?” Stan asked

“My dad couldn’t see it... I thought i might be crazy.”

“We can’t leave it like this. We have to clean it up.” You said and began to walk to the cleaning supplies.

The group spent what felt like hours, scrubbing and rinsing the bathroom. It was disgusting. 

After you’d finished cleaning, the group found themselves walking along the street. Richie was riding his bike in circles around all of you, moaning about how bored he was being left alone outside while you had scrubbed the floors.

“Beep beep Richie.” You said quietly

“Oh I’m sorry I wasn’t scrubbing imaginary blood that came out of the sink. Probably looked like Eddie’s mums vaginas on Halloween.”

“She d-didn’t imagine it... I-I saw s-something too.” Bill said. We all stopped in our path and turned to him.

“More blood?” Stan asked. Bill shook his head.

“Not blood... I saw Georgie. It seemed so real, It seemed l-like him, but i s-saw this-” 

“Clown?” Eddie interupte, his voice shook slightly. You stared at the ground, It couldn’t be real. Other people had seen It too?

“I saw it too.” He continued. The other losers nodded in agreement, as did you.

“I didn’t want to say anything, in case you thought I was crazy but, on my way home from school, on the very last day of term... I saw this clown. He looked like Betty Ripsom at first... But then he turned into a clown. I tried to run but the trees branches turned into... Hands I suppose. My upper arms got scratched from it all....” You rolled up your sleeves and showed the scratches briefly to the Losers, who gave you a look of sympathy. 

“Wait can only Virgins see this stuff? Is that why i haven’t seen anything?” Richie piped up, the losers gave him a scowl. Before anyone could tell say anything, shouting could be heard from the woods next to the road.

“Shit that’s Belch Huggins car. We should go.” Eddie said while he climbed onto his bike.

“Wait isn’t that the home schooled kids bike?” Bill pointed to a bike, the basket on the front had packages spilling out of it, as if it had been thrown hastily.

“Yeah that’s Mikes...” You furrowed your brows, You had met Mike before. He was sweet, but didn’t talk much.

“We have to go and help him.” Bev said firmly

“We should?” 

“Yes.” You agreed with Bev, the two of you immediately dropped your bikes and ran off into the clearing. The group soon in toe. Quickly, you had all gathered across the stream and saw the Bowers gang, They were pushing Mikes face down into raw meat. The sight of it made your stomach churn, Those Bastards. The next thing you knew, Henry had Mike pinned and he held a rock over him, Threatening to hit make with it. You and Bev picked up a rock each and launched it at Henry, Who paused and turned to look at you both with anger.

“Nice throw...”

The rest of the losers soon joined you and followed suit, picking up a rock each, as Mike crawled across the stream. You helped him sit up and turned your attention to Bowers.

“You losers are putting in way to much effort. They’ll do you, maybe at the same time. You just gotta ask nicely. Like I did.” Henry smirked and did an obscene gesture towards you and Bev. You scowled at him, but sadness could be seen in your eyes. It wasn't true of course, but nobody ever believed that. Ben let out a roar and launched his rock at Henry, hitting him square in the face. The losers followed, all throwing their rocks at the Bowers gang. 

“Rock war!” Richie shouted just before being hit in the face, It was The Bowers gang Verses the Losers. Everyone of you threw the rocks as hard as you could, fighting a winning battle against bowers and his goons. Eventually, the Bowers gang gave up, and ran away.

The eight of you walked along to a meadow nearby. 

“Guys that was nice an all,  but you really shouldn't have have done that. He’ll be after you too now.” Mike sighed 

“Oh no Bowers is always after us. It’s fine.” Eddie shrugged, Mutters of agreement could be heard through the group.

“Yeah home school, welcome to the losers club.”

Tag list: @sound-board-controls @staned @its-called-being-spontaneous @veryweirdintrovert @heartless--girls @aritzapandr @holycoldcoffee @michi-bruh @funelatra

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

water rippling

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, please let me know what you think! 

Summary: could you do a young losers x reader where the reader can’t swim but richie convinced her to come w them to the quarry bc he’ll teach her. but while he is pennywise comes underwater and tries to drown her so they have to save her

warnings: this whole chapter is basically about drowning and the fear of it so please don’t read it if that triggers you. 

‘I’m not getting in.’

‘If you don’t get in than I can’t teach you anything either. Fuck, just get in already.’

‘I told you I didn’t want to go swimming Richie, this is all your stupid idea so at the very least be fucking patient with me’, you bite as you dip in foot into the water, then lift it up higher again so the water can’t reach you. The scowl on your face deepens.

You never understood why people swim as a hobby. You’d get why everyone has to learn how to swim - even if you didn’t and never learned-, but actually enjoying swimming? No, those people must be out of their minds.

Richie laughs, mocking you, but all in good fun. ‘Start with one step. Just until the water reaches your ancles. You can’t drown from that Y/N.’

‘I could trip and drown.’

‘Literally how? I’m right here, the losers are further up keeping an eye on us, and all you would have to do is stand up. It’s not deep here.’

You sigh, but know that ultimately, Richie has a point.

Most people don’t automatically back away from water as soon as they catch a glimpse of it, but people hadn’t had a trauma related to it either.

Swimming always reminds you of the day you nearly drowned. It was on vacation, in the same resort your parents took you every year, and then left you in the Mini club while they went off and had a relaxing day. The animators who were supposed to be watching you, spoke a language you, at that time, hadn’t been able to disaffirm, and that’s where an almost deadly mistake was made.

The leaders lured you away from the club house, and you, like every other little kid present, followed them along unfearingly. They were older, and you trusted that they would keep you safe. Until one of them picked you up near a pool, and threw you in without any warning.

At the time, you hadn’t been able to swim by yourself without help, and so the second your feet left solid ground, you panicked. It didn’t seem to matter how many times you tried to wave your arms for help, none of the animators were glancing your way.

You can’t figure out how you somehow managed to reach the edge of the pool, but you did, only to get thrown right back in after by the animator, who thought you were having the time of your live.

Of course, you didn’t blame them. It’s not like you could tell them you couldn’t swim, so they had no way of knowing that, but it still scared the life out of you. For the rest of the trip, and after, you refused to go anywhere near the water. Not even your parents trying to persuade you with promises of ice cream and candy if you were brave, made you take another change in the thing that nearly killed you.

You never tried to swim again, and that meant you had no knowledge of how to do it. It was embarrassing, to decline going to swim during P.E and being forced to explain why. Your peers often ridiculed you for it, and it made you feel like a losers for being such a coward.

 But, cowardness is easy, especially when compared to facing your fears, and you never tried to learn how to swim, even after all the mockery. Only your new best friends hang out in the quarry all the time now, and you’re sick of being the one who has to watch from the shore as the others have fun.

Nothing bad has occurred to them in the water, -you’ve seen them go in about six times in three weeks now, and no one has come close to trouble - and Eddie, who is the most cautious person you’ve ever met, told you that statistically, there’s very little chance of you drowning. At your wits end, the only person you can think of asking for help, is Richie.

Richie might be an add choice, but he’s the only one who wouldn’t turn the lessons entirely boring and practical, like the others might. Richie jokes around a lot, brings humor into any situation, and you need that. You can’t get in your hard about the rippling water, or you’ll back out again.

‘Fine, I’ll go in, I’ll even sit down, but if I freak out and want to get out you’ll let me okay?’

‘Yeah I’m not gonna force you to stay. I’m not Eddie’s mom.’

Maybe you’ll be embarrassed by the motion later, but in the moment, you reach for Richie’s wrist, just to have some sort of support. Richie doesn’t mention it, just careful takes the same steps you do and lets you pick the pace at which you’re going.

It goes slow, but not at any point does Richie try to speed the process along. He does drop down in the water, on his ass, choosing a spot that just covers both of your torsos but is close to the shore.

You copy his every move, breathe deeply when you feel the water ripple around you and adjust to the new intrusion, until your closely packed to Richie’s side, in the water.

It takes a second to set in, that you’re sitting in the water and nothing is happening, but then you let out a breath of disbelief.

‘See, told you you could fucking do it. Repeat after me, you’re a woman who don’t need no man.’

‘You’ve been watching to many soap operas rich’, you tell him when you feel like you’re not on the verge of panicking anymore.

Inside the water, something pokes your leg, but you try to ignore it. You focus on breathing through the initial panic, remembering that nothing bad had happened to the losers despite being in the lake for a long time, and that pretty much ensures nothing would happen to you either.

‘Oh gross’, you utter as your try to force the slimy thing away from your feet. ‘You didn’t tell me there would be fish in here.’

Richie snorts, rolling his eyes as he grabs a handful of water and aims it at your face. He misses -Richie’s aim is always horrible whether you’re playing dodgeball or he’s trying to pass something on-, but he doesn’t care.

‘This is your fear Y/N/N, don’t try to scare me now. Besides, I’m not afraid of fish, Eddie’s mom vagina’s smells like a few died down there.’

You can’t focus on how disgustingly distasteful that joke is, because all you concentrate on is the slimy sensation, slowly sliding up your leg higher and higher.

‘Richie’, you beg, your voice reduced to that of a scared toddler. ‘Then what the fuck is touching me right now?’

A louder, slightly strained chuckle is produced by Richie, like he too is getting worried but is trying hard to convince himself everything is alright.

‘Stop fucking with me Y/N.’

Richie pushes the boundaries a lot, keeps going until somebody gets really annoyed and about ready to shut him up for a longer time, but the sincerity in his vox is so present that you’re instantly convinced he’s not messing around now.

‘I’m not fucking with you’, you raise your voice to a shrilled scream, so loud that the other losers, engaged in a game of chicken in the middle of quarry, also become aware of the situation. ‘Something is down there.’

It’s too late for them to help. The slimy blob, muddled by the water but visually a hand, tightens around your ancle, and snatches, hard.

Richie’s scrawny arms can’t resist against the strong haul, but he tries to hold on for as long as possible. His nails dig into your flesh, and the more you get pulled inside the water, the more marks his nails dig as you slide forward.

You shriek, arms flailing around now that the water is still too shallow for you to not be able to touch the bottom.

Plunges of water drip onto your face, both from your doing and Richie’s, and the others are advancing rapidly to come too your aid. Unfortunately nothing else can be done. Richie has no other options but to let you go, and the hand drags you to the middle of the lake.

Once you’re far enough away that you can’t touch the bottom with your feet anymore, the hand lets go, and you’re left to flounder on your own. Your legs slap around, trying with all your might to stay afloat and give the losers an opportunity to save you. A haunting chuckle breezes over the shell of your ear, and then the hand returns, satisfied with watching you struggle and panic for a while, but now ready to increase the terror.

You get one more chance to scream and suck in a handful of fresh air, and then your sinking down, under the surface.

The water douses your ears, muffles your ability to hear and see, and suffocates you with her insistence. You open your mouth, but it can’t produce a scream anymore, and you realize that you are completely as utterly doomed.

The hand has yet to free you, and it continues to pull you down. With each second that ticks by the fire in your chest spreads, and is unable to be ignored. After barely a few seconds, your movements turn sluggish, and you stop fighting against the hand. It’s at that time that it finally loosens his hold, but the fire has dilated up so much you can’t focus on anything other than the pain. Without ever learning how to swim, you wouldn’t be able to make it to shore anyway.

You read somewhere once that as soon as you swallow in water and it fills your lungs, you’ll die, and the pain will stop.

Your life plan hadn’t included dying this young in your life, but if you must go, you’d rather have it be quick. Losing the strength to hold out any longer, you open your mouth, and feel two separate pair of hands unclasps around your arms. The anxiety inside of you spikes, but you lack the energy to struggle against the grip, so you allow yourself to be guided. It’s not until your head breaks up from the water, and o2 greets you in plenty, that you see that the hands have brought you back up, instead of down.

You gasp, coughing up water, feeling as any minute you could pass out on the spot.

‘Jesus Y/N, stop struggling. We’re going to get you out.’

The two pairs of hands that saved you from drowning turn out to be Mike and Bill, and the float with you to the side of quarry where Eddie is gearing up to perform cpr if needed. If you had some breath back in your body, you would laugh at the sight.

Bev and Richie help drag you onto the dry rocks, away from the water, but still too close for your liking.

‘Get away’, you retches, crawling back in your arms. Eddie, who has been checking you over, tuts, but you don’t let it stop you.

‘It grabbed me. It fucking grabbed me. Get away from the water.’ You think you begin to cry, out of relief and alarm, but you can’t disentangle the water with your fluid.

‘There was nothing out there Y/N’, Ben tries to sooth, approaching you like a frightened animal. Eddie is less cautious, and stamps towards your with a frown on his face. He turns you on your side, his instruction not too brazen but still firm.

‘There was though guys. I swear on Eddie’s mom that something pulled her away.’

‘I saw it too,’ Eddie conforms, not looking away from your body, checking for any permanent damage.

‘Guys,’ Bev interject with a head shake. Her eyes gesture to you, shivering with wet clothes and crying hysterically. ‘Not now.’

‘Yeah. We’ll t-t-talk about it l-l-later.’

It’s Bev that gently ushers Eddie’s prodding hands away, as she opens her arms and awaits to see you reaction. You, once you pick up on what’s happening, accept gratefully, your tears subsiding only slightly once your wrapped up. The others join the cuddle pile soon enough, until there’s a shield of people protecting you and obstructing your view of the water.

‘Promise me we won’t ever go in there again. Not any of you. Please,’ you beg, afraid not solely for your life but for theirs as well.

‘Okay, okay Y/N. We promise.’

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Masterlist

Reddie 

Unspoken love 

how could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs

Reddie celebrating Christmas with the losers hc

married at first sight part one

married at first sight part two 

married at first sight part three

married at first sight part four 

It’s not scary when it’s you

meeting the parents 

just scared and confused

lost letters

Pain

never thought twice

Nightmares keep me up at night

stressful 

babysit side effects

a little jealous 

too much said

I will search the world, I will face it’s harms

walk in the woods

okay when I’m with you

night coughs

I’m gonna love you like I’ve never been hurt before 

goodbye for now 

ashamed 

sleep my darling 

and he said, I hope you know how to swim 

You pulled me on and said I was your favorite

The proclivity for danger 

you messed with my heart too long 

I can’t keep my eyes of off you 

sleep short 

Reddie x daughter

It’s been a long long time

grieve together 

hauntings part one

hauntings part two

shadows in the dark

insecure butterfly

broken arm

I don’t care

This is awkward 

family meeting

I know him

telekinesis 

Halloween scares 

Schooling

sleepwalking 

cheating hc’s 

family baking time 

Richie x daughter

first show

I’ll never let you down 

Richie being a single dad 

Reddie x son

secret son part one

secret son part two

secret son part three

superhero part one 

superhero part two 

superhero part three 

No more 

Richie x son 

arcade

arcade part two 

Richie x reader 

ready for the truth 

don’t stop turn it up 

Reddie x reader 

nothing like her part one 

nothing like her part two

Loved forever 

lucky charm 

stenbroughzier

park troubles hc

not complete until there’s three

not your fault part one 

not your fault part two

skateboard kid hc

fall hc

pool date hc 

Bill Denbrough x reader 

Bill denbrough daughter hc

deja vu 

Stanley Uris 

routine (depicts a suicide, not graphic)

Stanley Uris x daughter 

meet me in the past part one

meet me in the past part two

meet me in the past part three

meet me in the past part four

meet me in the past part five

meet me in the past part six

meet me in the past part seven

reunion 

Stenbrough 

I’m not brave

Stenbrough x reader

color explosion

spending Christmas and Hanukkah with Bill and Stan

Stozier

New Years kiss

Ben Hanscom x reader

we fell in love in October 

Mike Hanlon x daughter 

always 

The losers club x reader

in the afterlife

in the afterlife part two 

birthday 

cursing 

water rippling 

scars 

Halloween 

misjudgment 

depressive hc’s  

losers x hurt kid hc’s 

[dedeimagines]

Dede’s Masterlist

It (2017)

Stranger Things

Maze Runner/ Marvel

Riverdale

Teen Wolf

The 100

Mitch Rapp

Ready Player One

Criminal Minds

Detroit: Become Human

Sherlock BBC

Voltron

[dedeimagines]

Being part of the Losers club would include...

-Meeting Beverly during the summer

-She likes you instantly and you guys hang out for a while

-Bev taking you to meet the others

-You being awkward and shy at first

-But they’re all nice and funny so you feel comfortable

-Richie coming up with a nickname for you that you hate

-It ends up being what all the losers call you

-Bike rides around the town

-Bird watching with Stan

-Poetry readings with Ben

-Defending your friends from the Bowers gang

-Cursing at the Bowers gang

-“ILL RIP YOUR FUCKING LUNGS OUT IF YOU CALL THEM THAT ONE MORE TIME!”

-Promptly running away together

-Painting your nails together with Beverly

-Dancing to the footloose soundtrack with eddie

-Because come on he definitely knows all the words to every song

-Spending the holidays together

-Pressing flowers in books and taking pictures of everyone with mike

-Reading Bill’s stories and giving your input on them

-Singing Buddy Holly and Toto with Richie

-“Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you!!!!”

-Having sleepovers and watching stupid movies

-You and Richie making fun of the dumb parts

-Them being the best friends you could ask for

@justauthoring I hope you don't mind that i tagged you!

[dedeimagines]

Hello everyone!

Im going to start writing imagines and stuff for some fandoms I'm in because i have a lot of free time lmao. Ill write for...

It (2017): ill only be writing for the losers club

Stranger Things: Ill write for pretty much anyone from this show

If there is something else you want, just send me an ask or message me and ill tell you if ill write for them!