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gm!! idk who’s left in the dying it fandom but i am writing a new multi-part reddie and stenbrough college au :) check it out if you want!!
#it#it chapter one#it chapter 1#it chapter two#it chapter 2#it 2017#it 2019#it fanfic#it fanfiction#it movie#reddie#reddie fanfic#reddie fic#stenbrough#stenbrough fanfic#stenbrough fic#losers club#losers club fanfic#losers club fic
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This Could Be Paradise
~ omggg it’s finally here! chapter 1 of my stozier fic that i’ve been teasing at for so so long! i am completely beyond exhilarated! i hope you all enjoy and happy pride month!! <3 much love to you all, my people <3
tw: none, modern day au
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Ten minutes. Ten minutes before the school bell rings. Stan’s shoes shuffle across the carpet as he rushes in, sitting in his usual spot, which is at the back, to the left corner of the room. He likes these times to himself, early mornings with no one to answer to. Just himself. Just him in an empty classroom with adoring silence.
Now, Stanley doesn’t go to any public school or anything along those lines. He switched to an alternative school his sophomore year of high school. The others he’s been to, never really worked out in his favor. Nothing bad ever happened at those schools, he just needed to focus more on something - a change of something. A change of seeing things differently. A change of perception. Anything. Everything.
Stan pulls out his notebook and textbook, placing them neatly on the desk as he gets a head start on all the homework for the coming week. Catching up and being ahead also helps ease Stan on the inside. Being ahead means he’s safe, falling behind is dangerous because that means he’s not only disappointing himself, but also disappointing his father. And that’s never a good thing. Ever.
He’s lost in his own mind and written words when the bell rings, surprising him out of his focus. He casts his eyes upwards, recognizing the eight people in his class, however… there is an unknown ninth person entering the room causing Stan to tilt his head in confusion.
He’s another boy, making that, now, twenty-eight boys and sixteen girls in the entire school. Stan finds this a bit peculiar, as no one has transferred to his school for over the last two years. His eyes scan the new boy up and down, taking in every sight of him.
He’s slightly tall, slender, his thick and dark hair is the perfect mix between messy and sharply neat. His style is definitely… distinctive. Ripped black jeans that land above his ankles with mismatched, brightly colored socks. His shirt is also crazed with bright patterns. Stan now focuses on the other’s glasses, they’re slightly too big for his face and he notices how many times he’s had to adjust them in just the few short moments he’s been in the room. It was quite adorable.
‘What?’
Stan shakes his head slightly, trying to rid his thoughts. No, no. He just admires the way the other can pull off large glasses and a funky style when he can’t. ‘Yeah. That’s what it is’, Stan tries to rationalize in his mind. He’s got a style that he’s never really seen before, and there’s no way it’ll look good on himself, but on him? It’s cu-
“Alright,” the teacher claps her hands, disrupting Stan’s thoughts once more. “As you can see, we have a new student. Make him feel welcome as he introduces himself.”
“Umm,” the new boy’s voice speaks a bit awkwardly. His voice is a pleasant mixture of softness with a drop of depth. “I’m Richie,” he gives a small, breathy laugh. “I came from Maine, which is pretty far...” Stan raises his brows in amusement. This boy already seems interesting enough, he’s awkward, like him. He wouldn’t mind getting to know Richie more.
Stan’s eyes shift back down to his textbook when he realizes that the only empty seat is next to him. Butterflies start to swarm in his stomach, breath hitching in his throat. ‘Why? Act normal. Don’t be weird’, Stan repeats in his head, like a stuck song.
“Hey,” Richie chimes as he sits down in the empty seat.
“Hi,” Stan glances at Richie for a second then back down at his paper, heart racing. ‘Stop it’.
“What’s your name?” Richie’s tone is bubbly as he starts piling materials on his desk.
“I-it’s Stan,” he starts writing more, which is more like nervous scribbles than words. ‘Why?’ That’s a constant question running in his head. ‘Why am I so nervous?’
“Stan,” Richie repeats with a nod. “I like it!” he flashes a cheesy grin. “Is that short for… like, Staniel… or something?”
“What?” a burst of laughter escapes Stan’s mouth as he turns to properly face Richie. “Staniel? Really?” he giggles some more, covering his mouth shyly.
“Yeah,” Richie laughs along. “What else would it be?” he shrugs his slim shoulders.
“Stan…ley,” he corrects with a sheepish grin he wishes he can hide.
“Oh,” Richie says softly, giving a now nervous laugh. “Riiiiight,”
“And what’s yours short for?” Stan hums. “Richard?”
“How’d you know?” surprise strings at Richie’s expressions.
“Easy guess,” Stan furrows his brows in amusement as he focuses back on the teacher giving the lesson.
As he reads and writes, he can’t help but glance at Richie from the corner of his eye. Richie’s different, that’s for sure, but not in the bad way. In a way that’s similar to trying a new piece of candy you’re unsure of, only for it to end up being one of your favorites.
Richie glances around the room, eyes darting from posters on the wall, shitty drawings on the whiteboard, the cracked and poorly hung analog clock, and all the way to the back to Stan and his notebook. That’s when Richie recognizes a sticker, a logo, if you will. One he recognizes all too well.
“I love ‘CORPSE HUSBAND’,” Richie whispers to Stan, pointing out the sticker he has on his notebook as he scoots closer to him.
“Really?” Stan whispers back, his face completely lighting up like lights during the holidays.
“Yeah,” Richie smiles, one that reciprocates Stan’s. “I love his Youtube videos and music.”
“What’s your favorite song of his?”
“Agoraphobic is probably my favorite. I also love Never Satisfied, and of course E-Girls Are Ruining My Life is just a total classic.” Richie’s grin widens.
“I love those too,” a light pink lands itself against Stan’s cheeks as he unknowingly bats his eyes. “I also really love Miss You.”
“You are already so interesting, Staniel! I can’t wait to learn more about you.”
Stan’s face is glowing red at this point, so much that he has to turn his attention back to the teacher to hide his face. His heart is racing, racing so much he can feel the beat in his ears. He tries his best to focus on the lesson, focus on his writing, only for it to be nearly unreadable words.
Before they know it, the bell rings, signaling class is over and it’s time for the next. Stan packs his things slowly and carefully, he’s usually the first to leave, but not today. He watches Richie from his peripheral still, making sure to zip up his backpack in sync with the other.
“Do you mind showing me where my next class is?” Richie asks as he hands the wrinkled, printed out schedule to Stan. Stan looks it over, heart sinking even deeper; not knowing that was even possible.
“It looks like we have the next class together as well,” Stan smiles, trying to play it cool as he hands the schedule back to Richie, their fingers brushing gently together during the trade back. ‘Shit. Why does it feel like electricity? Why did it feel so comforting? Why does it feel right?’
“Oh!” Richie’s features are pleasantly surprised, snapping Stan back to reality. Again. “Lucky me, eh?” a playful smirk lands on Richie’s lips now.
“Lucky?” Stan chuckles as they exit the room, making their way down the hall. “I don’t know if I’d say that, I’m nothing that special.”
“Oh don’t be ridiculous, Staniel! I’ve known you for an hour and I can already tell you and I are gonna be attached at the hip.”
“Are you sure about that?” Stan chuckles along as they round the corner.
“Rootin’ tootin’ positive!” Richie chimes.
“I wish you luck,” Stan gives a terrible evil laugh.
“With?” Richie tilts his head.
“You’ll see,” Stan smirks now as Richie locks eyes with him, accepting the challenge.
#stozier#stan uris#stanley uris#richie tozier#the losers club#losers club#it stephen king#stozier fic#stan x richie#losers club fanfic#it fanfic
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Sometimes I’ll just read the most profound, heart-wrenching piece of literature, and then remember that I’m on AO3 and it’s an It fanfiction published in 2017 with an author’s note saying “wrote this last night because I was bored lol”
#Stenbrough authors you all have my heart#it 2017#losers club#bill denbrough#stan uris#richie tozier#eddie kasprak#mike wheeler#ben hanscom#beverly marsh#Stenbrough#reddie#benverly#ao3#fanfiction#fanfic
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sick day
- just you dicking around with txt college!au besties
warnings: cursing, tsunderes ahead, I USED A MANIP😭, jujutsu kaisen spoiler at the end, txt being clingy
tags: txtxreader (platonic), non-idol!au, college!au, txt, lag, tomorrowxtogether, lesserafim, hansohee, drabble fics!, bulletpoint fics!
notes: was this a lil self indulgent since i am also sick in bed? maybe. but at least yall got content from it!
ALSO? why are 4th gen manips so good?? i dont ship idols, but i was just searching on pinterest for fun and figured i could use one for this post (as you can see), but was flabbergasted by the results?? i remember 3rd gen manips were SO BAD, but these 4th gen ones are actually kinda believable?? im so scared of yall😭
⚤ masterlist
when you get sick
these guys really try to act like they don't care
but god, do they care :(
they will drag you to hell and back in the gc for just existing
but they will also show up at your doorstep with soup, crackers, and your favorite ice cream to cheer you up
as well as yeonjun's netflix and disney+ passwords to watch your favorite shows and movies
expect to be pampered with the most love while they complain and act like you inconvenience them SO MUCH
the guys nursed you back to health in no time
all while making fun of your sick voice and calling you lisa zemo
“isn’t that that one canadian kids show that all the child actors were secretly hooking up with each other the whole time?”
“moze had more bodies than me”
“that’s not saying much, beomgyu”
“neither’s gojo, soobin. eat a bag of dicks”
“you bitch”
#txt#tomorrow x tomorrow#choi soobin#choi yeonjun#choi beomgyu#kang taehyun#huening kai#txt fluff#txt crack#tubatu#txt smau#txt imagines#txt scenarios#txt x reader#txt x you#txt fanfic#the losers club#soobin x reader#yeonjun x reader#beomgyu x reader#taehyun x reader#hueningkai x reader
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👻🎃HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!🎃👻
unfortunately i wasn’t able to finish my halloween fic in time for this year….. as you can probably tell from my absence i’ve been quite busy, but hopefully i’ll be able to get it done this week! so in the meantime, feel free to enjoy the other spooky fics that i’ve written :3
to build a home 👻🖤
Eddie wasn’t sure what he was expecting when his mother told him they were going to be moving to a small town in Maine- but he certainly was not expecting to form his first real friendship with a dead boy.
trick or treat! 🎃🍬
A sequel to “to build a home”, where Eddie convinces his new friends to join him on a Halloween tradition.
can you stake my heart 🧛🦇
Mike took a deep breath, preparing to launch into his story. “Over the past two weeks, five people have gone missing,” he said. “I couldn’t figure it out at first, there was no pattern to the disappearances. All of the victims were from different parts of town, different ages, both men and women, no connection to each other except for the fact that they all lived in Derry. I was starting to think that there was no connection at all, that maybe this wasn’t my kind of thing… until the first three bodies turned up- both of them completely drained of blood.” Mike didn’t have to explain any further. “Vampires,” Richie finished.
hope you enjoy these spooky fics for now!!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!! 👻🎃🧛🧟☠️🦇
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REDDIE SHIPPERS IF UR STILL OUT THERE I HAVE RECS FOR U!!!
i present to u: my favorite reddie fics that i've accumulated over the years
hey there demons (its me, ya boy) - dharmainitiative its a buzzfeed unsolved au and its so silly
any fic by dumpsterbeagle but specifically "im talking head first heavy baby, cellar dive" bcs its sooooo good it makes me twirl my hair and kick my legs
hello, stranger - trashmouthrobin as it was the first reddie fic i ever read and it holds a special place in my heart <3
richie tozier versus the flu - loserchildhotpants bcs sick fics r cute
we don't talk about it (we don't have the time) - theletter_a its quite possibly my all time favorite reddie fic (enemies to lovers waterpolo au??? so random but SO GOOD)
i was born a believer, i believe in the way you call me - stormysirens my other fav reddie fic its just so cute and so well written
literally ANY FIC by Car on ao3 every ove ive read so far slaps 🙏😭 two i read recently were Pants On Fire and Cooking Up Trouble but there are so many more
these r all the SFW ones but if u guys want NSFW recs i can do those too :P
#fun fact dumpsterbeagle's name autosuggets in my phone#bcs of how many of their fics i read last summer (every single ine multiple times)#dumspterbeagle if u have tumblr IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN#i have problems#reddie#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#fanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction recommendation#fanfiction rec list#reddie fanfic#it#it 2017#it fanfiction#the losers club
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Watching and listening to your pining friend Eddies scratchy voice, dedicate and sing Creep by Radio Head at the Hideout to you
Expressing how much of a fuckin insecure weirdo, jerk off he is and how much better you are than him
How much he wishes he could have you..
But you.. you’re standing right in the middle of the bar floor, swaying; staring up at him singing the words back to him, expressing how much of a freak you are too through your glassy eyes..
How much you wanna be freaks together.
Creeps together.
Lonely together, sad together. In love.. together.
#reblogs appreciated#freak!eddie munson x freak! reader#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson#eddie munson headshot#radio head#losers club#friends to lovers#strangers to friends#strangers to lovers#despressing#perv!eddie#yandere!eddie#stranger things#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson x male reader#eddie munson x gn!reader
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AAAA okay so, im gonna kinda rant a bit ☠️
i've been in a reddie fanfic reading slump lately and i thought that "perhaps i should go to tumblr for fic recommendations!!!" so here i am, looking for reddie fic recommendations 😭
i will literally read anything that isn't completely smut-centered, as i prefer to not read smut but if it's mostly plot i will give it a try! (i have no specific criteria for these, when i say "i will literally read anything" i mean it!! you can recommend heart-wrenching prose, or your average crackfic-chatfic and i WILL read them)
#tl;dr: I NEED REDDIE FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS AND I WILL LITERALLY READ ANY TROPE AS LONG AS IT'S NOT SMUT-CENTERED#AND EVEN IF IT HAS SMUT ILL READ IT IF IT'S MOSTLY PLOT (sorry for the capslock jumpscare im just desperate ☠️😭)#reddie#reddie fic#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#it 2017#it 2019#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh#or just losers club fics too#man#im just desperate#LMAOAO
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Patrick Hockstetter x Fem!Reader
Words : 4,264
Fandom : IT (2019)
Y/N stared quietly at her cream colored and plain walls. She ignored the cold and numbness that was slowly spreading from her toes up to her legs. She trembled as she cursed her mother for her reckless spending, leaving their apartment cold and unheated. Despite the heat outside the cold still covered her body and feet as she stood. The pale colored wood floors creaking under the shift of weight.
A sudden film of black covered her vision as she got wobbly. Firmly placing her hand in her end table to support her weight she set the other in her head.
"Ugh, too fast."
Once the unsteadiness subsided she quietly walked outside her fairly empty room into the blue tinted bathroom. She stood quietly in front of the mirror, both hands holding onto the sides of the sink as she leaned slightly forward to view the dark bags under her eyes. The multiple nights of petrifying nightmares beginning to take a toll on her body. Turning the chilling metal knobs, she placed her hands under the faucet, allowing for the cool water to rush and pool into her hands. Letting out a deep breathe she quickly splashed the water over her face, a quick shiver running down her body.
Grabbing a red wash rag from the shelf she patted her face free of any left over water. Soon after pulling a makeup remover wipe from its blue bag and running the cloth over her eyes cheeks. Leaving black and red colors mixed together on the white cloth. Y/N balled up the freshly dirtied cloth and tossed it into the small trash can sitting next to the toilet. Using her foot she quietly closed the door, immediately locking it and preparing to take a bath.
Putting her hand under the faucet she quietly waited for the water to become warm. After the waters temperature making no different within a couple minutes she turned the knob to turn off the water.
"No hot water either. How amazing, just great." She groaned.
After a roll of her eyes she stood and wiped her hands on a rag before wandering into the kitchen. Opening the freezer and pulling out a box of toaster strudels she began the open the box as she headed towards the toaster. The freezer door making a puff noise as it closed on its own. Popping a strudel into the obviously old toaster she tossed the now empty box into the overflowing trash can, groaning as it simply slid off the pile and onto the floor. Taking a glimpse at the red bars on the inside of the toaster she crouched down and grabbed the box.
Folding the flimsy cardboard a couple times she pushed in and the pile of trash further down into the trash bag. The feeling of something moist touching her finger made her gag and rush to the rusty sink, running her hands under the cool water. After turning off the water she flicked her hands around, water drops landing on the overhead window. After letting out a deep sigh and wiping the rest of the water off on her pajama pants she headed back down the hall to her room. Taking a glimpse at her bedside clock to notice it saying 6:15 AM she took her time reaching her closet.
Pulling it open, followed by a loud creak that the downstairs neighbors definitely heard, she began to browse through her shirts. Deciding on a black long sleeve turtle neck with lace at the end of the sleeves and neck. Grabbing a pair of light ripped jeans to go along with the shirt she began to quickly get dressed as a ding rung through the small apartment. After tossing her clothes on she grabbed a hold of her white vans and rushed downstairs. The sounds of plates clinking echoed through the apartment as she grabbed a plate and set it on the counter.
She hesitated a bit before quickly grabbing the strudel and tossing the pastry onto the black saucer, then quickly retracting her fingers from the hot food. She tapped her fingers on the counter as she blew on the breakfast, attempting to quicken its cooling down. Within a minute she began to eat the breakfast, staring at the small TV across the room in the living room. Once she finished the the food she stacked the plate atop the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink. After stretching and popping her back she walked over and sat next to the front door.
Slipping on her shoes and tying them she stood and grabbed her lanyard from the key rack. She unlocked the front door and walked out, turning back towards the door and locking it with her key. After the sound of the lock clicking she wandered down the red carpeted halls, heading towards the steps. She quickly walked down them, hopping down the last three, stumbling as she nearly lost her footing. After balancing herself she headed towards the glass double doors, pulling them open and beginning to head towards the place she despised oh so much.
"Y/N!"
Turning her head to the side she was greeted with the sight of a familiar red head rushing over to her.
"When did you cut your hair?" Y/N tilted her head.
"Oh," she let out an awkward laugh, her hand resting on the back of her neck, "I cut it last night, felt like I wanted something new ya know?"
She gave a goofy smile to Y/N, getting a nod and smile in return as she looked forward again, continuing to walk, only this time a companion walking beside her.
Within a half hour the two took their separate ways and went to their respected places. Beverly went to join the Losers club while Y/N continued on her own, heading towards her locker. Crouching down and quickly putting in the combination she pulled open the red door, taking a few seconds to view a few Polaroids varying from her friend and pets, to photos of lily of the valleys that she used to grow in the backyard of her old house. She quietly put her books onto the shelf of the locker, grabbing her thin science book and a few pieces of crumpled up papers sitting on the floor.
Making her way to stand she was roughly pushed back down by a hand on her should. She grimaced and looked up to see the bowers gang. Patrick, most likely the one who pushed her, as the other three stood around him. Except for Henry who stood next to the much taller boy. Y/N felt her heart drop to her stomach when Patrick crouched to her figure, now sitting on her hind end after being pushed.
Noticing the out of place group surrounding her, other student froze and stared on at the interaction taking place. Mumbles and whispers filling her head, everything else becoming blurry.
She was unsure if the blurry was was from the tears welling up in her eyes from fear, either from the bowers gang or everyone staring at her during an embarrassing moment. Or if it was her brain blocking everything so she could pay attention to what people were saying.
"Oh my god."
"I hope something happens, they've been quiet a couple of days."
"I hope she's okay."
"Someone get a teacher oh my god."
Before the gang could open their mouths her fight and flight instincts kicked in, and she kicked Patrick in the gut. Sending him onto his rear as she quickly stood, jumping over him, barely managing to dodge his hand that reached to grab her ankle. With missing, Patrick slammed his fist on the floor in reaction and quickly stood.
Belch laughed at the stumbling boy only to receive a swift punch to his punch from Henry, making him couch and put a hand to his chest as he attempt to regain his breathe.
"You numb nuts follow him!"
Henry yelled before rushing after the pyromaniac, soon followed by Victor and a still wheezing Belch.
Y/N skidded into the girls bathroom, locking the bathroom door. After turning she was greeted by a Greta and her lesser friends. The slamming of the door made the three turn their heads towards her, earning Y/N a scowl and snicker from Greta.
"The sow's here, how fitting! I was just talking about how I absolutely hate pork!" Laughs followed up Gretas statement from the two girls standing next to her.
A loud banging on the bathroom door caught everyone's attention from the inside.
"Ohhhh~ the sow is running? Did goody shoes get in trouble? Fufu how embarrassing it must be to get caught in the bathroom."
Greta walked to the door, roughly pushing the smaller girl out of the way of the graffitied door and pulled it open quickly after unlocking it. Y/N wasted no time in running and locking one of the stalls as Greta opened the door, surprised to find a seething Patrick on the other side.
"Move whore!" The Blackette pushed her to the side as he began to push open each stall door in search of Y/N. Noticing Henry Greta smiles and strutted over to the boy. She put her hand on his shoulder, followed by her head as she stared up at him as he side eyed her.
"Henry, why didn't you call me last night? You said you would!" She pouted up at the mullet wearing boy.
He scoffed and quickly shrugged her off of him, wandering into the he girls bathroom, following after Patrick. Victor and Belch stood outside the door, victor stood quietly, watching the two in the inside while belch looked at Greta and winked at her and her friends. Greta let out a groan and turned on her heel walking off down the hall followed by her also unresponsive friends.
As one of the stall doors didn't budge when Patrick pushed on it he chuckled.
"I found you~"
Y/N let out a yelp as he banged his fist on the door harshly, leaving her to wonder how the door didn't fall off it's already weak and rusty hinges.
On the other side of the door Henry jerked his head for victor to come over. As victor hesitantly enter the girls bathroom and walked his way to his leader Henry roughly grabbed his shoulder and leaned towards his ear.
"Crawl under the next stall and grab her leg. Try to drag her out enough we can also grab her. Since your weak ass probably couldn't handle pulling a struggling women all the way 2 feet."
Victor nodded, staring at the ground. He let out a breathe, preparing to get kicked in the nose as he got on his stomach and pulled himself towards Y/N. Once he was close enough he grabbed her ankle with one hand, receiving a quick yell as he yanked and pulled her to the floor and onto her side. The sudden impact knocked the breathe out of her chest as she wheezed and began to weakly kick her legs towards the blonde at her feet. She managed a hit to his right cheek, making him close his eyes in pain and groan.
Yet his grip didn't falter as she tilted his face down towards the floor as he moved in order to not get kicked once more. Once his whole body was out from under the stalls Patrick crouched and grabbed both her ankles after smacking away Victor. Roughly yanking her legs she slid the rest of the way out of under the bathroom stall. Patrick put his hands under her arms and lifted her up, grinning at her.
"Glad you could join me! I've been meaning to talk to you!" Henry glanced at Y/N, but with a death glare from Patrick he quickly jerked his head away to stare at the old tiles on the floor.
Patrick set the girl down on her feet before wrapping his hand around her upper arm. He drug her along with him as he left the girls room as soon as the school security began to round the corner to check out what was happening in the girls bathroom. Once Patrick exited, the other three boys followed behind him like loyal dogs, the fear Patrick induced in the other three obvious. Y/N darted her head around as she looked at the other classmates who stared at her being dragged by the bully. Within the crowd she saw several people she had classed with, and as they all hid their faces immediately after making eye contact with her made her hopes of someone helping her diminish.
With all failed attempts of wriggling her arm out of his strong grip she simply gave up on the struggle.
Within a few seconds of walking they finally reached the heavy doors at the front of the school. Patrick pushed open the door with his shoulder and quickly went down the stairs, leaving her to nearly fall at his quick pace. He finally drug her to the side of the school and tossed her against the wall. She smacked her head and immediately leaned down and held the back of her head, which was luckily not bleeding, but a headache did begin to form.
"Oh shit my bad!" Pure concern spread across his face but quickly disappeared as he forced himself to simply stand there.
"What do you want from me!?" Her voice was slightly lowered due to her focusing on the pain in her head.
Patrick turned towards the other three and gestured for them to all go away, which they obeyed and headed back into the school as the bell rang, able to be heard from the outside. Once they left he bent his pointer and put it under her chin, tilting her head up in order to make direct eye contact as he gave her a slanted smile.
"I wanted to ask you on a date. Ya know, just us, maybe the arcade, something like that."
Without meaning too Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh before sapping his hand away from her face. Not knowing where all this confidence was coming from all of the sudden but she went with it, not like he was a pyromaniac who burns living animals or anything.
"The audacity you have to assume I would just drop all that, that you did! and to go on a date!? With you!? I've managed this long to go unnoticed by the school! By your dumb fucking gang! And you think I'd abandon all that progress for you!" She let out a groaned groan and quickly rushed off before he could grab her again.
Knowing she'd be late either way she took her time getting back to class, but didn't dally to long that Patrick could just come and drag her away once more.
I cant believe the audacity of that boy. He embarrasses me in front of the whole school, then thinks ill forget it all, just because he wants to take me on a date. She thought.
Oh my god Patrick wanted me to go on a date.. And I rejected him, god I hope he doesn't get butt hurt and sought to burn me like a frog for it..
Without realizing she had reached her classroom she looked up to be face to face with the plain wood and windowless door with a metal plate labeling "Human Resources." Perfect, an easy class to lead to an easy day.
She opened the door to see an unfamiliar face, a substitute. When questioned she simply said she was at the nurses office before sitting at her seat. Leaning back and beginning to mindlessly stare out the window across the room as a movie played on the projector.
Within what felt like minutes but was actually an hour the bell rang for the next class, and jerking Y/N out of her trance. The sound of complaining classmates and rustling clouded her mind as shoved her pencil into her book before heading out the door alongside the crowd of other students. Only to join another crowd of rowdy teens as they all went to their lockers and towards their next classes. Y/N mentally groaned realizing her next class was Gym, the feeling of dread building up in her stomach, nauseating her.
Once entering the large and cold room she noticed the group of students sitting in the bleachers, within that group being Patrick who was harassing a freshman. Tossing his bag above his head to only catch it moments before it reached his face. He chuckled darkly each moment he noticed the sudden face of fear covering the freshman's face as he thinks the bag is about to hit him. Y/N brought her hand to her face, shielding it as an attempt to hide her face enough that she wouldn't be noticed by the said boy. Luckily for her the coach called for everyone to go get changed before she managed to reach the bleachers, allowing her to sneak off to the girl lockers rooms that were opposite of the boys, where Patrick was going.
She entered the equally cold locker room before the rest of the girls and began to get changed. Replacing her jeans and turtleneck with black sport shorts and a white short sleeve shirt. After putting away her books in her assigned locker she joined the rest of the class on the gym floor, only to discover it was a free day.
Almost immediately Y/N and her "gym buddy" Brittney grouped up and began to kick a soccer ball back and forth to each other while others played basketball or simply walked around the gym.
"So, what about you and the bowers gang now?" Brittney glanced up casually at her after returning from retrieving the ball after Y/N overshot.
"Ugh don't even mention that. Literally tortured me so Patrick could try and get his dick wet."
Brittney chuckled as she kicked the ball, which whizzed right past her partners face and slammed into the wall 10 feet away.
"Maybe asking someone on the soccer team to play kick was a bad idea."
Said person laughed as Y/N turned and began to walk to get the ball. Without a moment to react a sudden pain spread through her eyes and nose and she crouched, soon after sitting as she felt her face as a throbbing pain spread through it.
Brittney quickly ran over and crouched down, putting her hand on her friends shoulder.
"You okay there? I know those frisbees don't feel to good when they get the face."
Y/N removed her hands, a familiar red liquid covering her hands, some dripping down to the floor. The dark red a large contrast against the pale brown wood floor. Looking over she could see one of the schools white frisbees sitting right next to her.
Not a moment after a guy rushed over and grabbed the frisbee. He didn't stay long as after he muttered a "sorry" he returned to his unbothered friends.
"What a dick!" Brittney furrowed her brows and helped Y/N up, but before she could begin walking her to the nurse Patrick appeared seemingly out of nowhere and wrapped his arm under Y/N's.
"Shoo soccer rat, I'll take her." he scowled at her, getting one in return before Brittney left, too scared to do anything against the pyro.
To pained to worry about who took her to the nurse she simply wrapped her arm up and around his torso as she couldn't reach his neck. Once they left the gym and into the empty and silent halls Patrick began to speak.
"Rough day huh? At least you took that frisbee to the face like a champ." He chuckled.
"No no, I've just been hit so hard I forgot how to cry.."
The rest of the walk was full of awkward silence. Once he dropped Y/N off on of of the beds in the nurses office and told her of Y/N being there he left.
The nurse after caring for her left her to sleep off the rest of the pain. Which she slept the rest of the five hours of the school day, only waking when the nurse woke her up when the final bell rang. With a still blurry mind Y/N went to her locker and went to put away her books only to realize she left them in the locker room. She shrugged it off, deciding to let the janitor just throw it away. Not like shes going to be using it during the summer time.
She lagged behind all the rushing student, all excited to leave the school and start their 3 month vacation. As she sluggishly walked behind the group she was joined by Beverly, who attempted conversation.
"So, I heard about the frisbee. Is your nose okay?"
Y/N gave her a look that said it all, as her nose had a purplish hue as the bruise was forming.
"I just want to go home and sleep. Maybe eat some ice cream, and maybe share it with somebody." She nudged Beverly's arms with her elbow as she lightly laughed, getting one in return from the red head.
"I'll see if i could sneak in your window. But it all depends on when dad gets home early."
Y/N nodded and finally got outside, looking over in time to see Henry run his saliva covered hand across Bill's face, making her scrunch up her nose, immediately regretting it as a burning pain filled her nose bridge.
Beverly and Y/N continued on their way to their apartment building and went their separate ways after reaching it. Bev headed up the fire escape to get to her bedroom window and Y/N headed inside and up the stairs to her floor. After going to unlock the door and for it to simply lock instead made her perk up. Re-unlocking the door and entering to see her mother standing at the counter, wearing an apron she had got her years ago as a child and a towel sitting on her shoulder. Hearing the entrance of her daughter the older and tired looking woman turned towards Y/N and grinned.
"Welcome home! Come help me finish decorating these cupcakes would you?"
Y/N rolled her eyes and slipped off her shoes, leaving them on the shoe rack next to the door before joining her mother in covering the baked treats in butter cream frosting.
The very uncommon reunion of Y/N and her mother didn't last long, as after only decorating 2 cupcakes she left the rest to Y/N and fell asleep on the couch. The cooking channel long gone and now played a re-run of some antique auctions. Y/N set the treats into the fridge for tomorrow and kissed her mother on the forehead before tossing an old guilt over her sleeping figure.
Didn't even ask about why my nose was bruised, or why my eyes were red and swollen. Even accusing me of smoking weed would've felt better than her saying nothing at all..
Y/N quickly changed into some plaid pajama pants and a long shirt before sitting on her bed. she rubbing her head as she let out a deep sigh. Laying back in bed after turning off her lap she held a large brown stuffed bunny in her arms. Just as she about to fall into darkness there was a knock on her window, sending her heartbeat crazy. Seeing enough horror movies she stood out of view of her covered window and while pulling back the curtains while out of view she peeked at the other side from the side of the curtain.
Instead of a murderous killer there was a Patrick, equally terrifying but not as bad. The look of confusion was replaced by joy as she moved in front of her window and opened it.
"What do you want?"
"Oh don't act like that, its only 8 PM."
Before she could protect the tall boy climbed into her room and sat criss cross on her bed. Leaving her dumb founded in front of him.
"I came over for our date!"
"I never agreed to that!" She whisper yelled.
"Well, you didn't decline either. How about we just watch a movie, I won't do anything, pinky promise, drown my lighter if I lie." He held up his hand, pinky extended.
Without thinking Y/N rolled her eyes and giggled before wrapping her pinky around his.
"Fine then."
She hopped next to him on the bed, turning on the TV that sat on her dresser opposite of her bed. Turning to a channel that was currently halfway through some old black and white horror movie, she leaned back to lean against her wall, soon after joined by Patrick, who grabbed the rabbit she was cuddling moments ago and held it in his lap, eyes glued to the screen.
By the end of the movie Patrick broke his promise, his hand resting lightly on Y/N's knee as he slept. His head leaned back on the wall. But she wasn't upset by his lie, as she scooted loser and rested her head on his arm, closing her eyes and falling in a comfortable sleep.
#patrick hocksetter x reader#patrick hocksetter imagine#patrick hockstetter#it 2019#x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#fem!reader#imagine#pennywise#henry bowers#victor criss#losers club
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Stop flirting with yourself in the mirror, Reggie + any (Flynn? Carrie? Anyone? I can't choose)
Reggie wasn't quite sure why he was invited to girls night when all the other guys - even Alex, who liked pink and pop music and dancing - were banned. Maybe because he had Serious Opinions in the Team Jess versus Team Dean versus Team Logan debate. Maybe because he was basically Julie's unofficial brother and Ray's favourite child and he was always over at the Molina house anyway. Maybe because he liked butterflies and glitter.
What started as sleepovers and movie nights as teenagers evolved into clubbing once they hit their twenties. (And then sleepovers and movies later. Romcoms were way better when you were three fruity cocktails in and had stopped to grab greasy take out on the way home.)
Also, he loved playing Fake Boyfriend for all the girls. It meant they could dance more freely, without guys bothering them, and sometimes it meant that people thought he had three girlfriends at once which was hilariously good for his ego. Even though Julie was like, kind of his sister, which, you know, gross.
"What do you think?" Julie asked, coming out of the bedroom where the girls were getting ready. She was wearing a pretty dress, all shiny sequins, and a pair of black sneakers with white doodles that would light up perfectly under the black light.
"I think Tía would have a heart attack if she saw you wear that," he said, shooting her some finger guns. "You look like a sparkly disco ball in the best way. Those sneakers are going to pop. "
Flynn was out next, and he gave an enthusiastic attempt at beatboxing so she could walk down the catwalk to show off her outfit, some tight faux-leather pants and an eye-popping neon crop top over a mesh body suit. He applauded at her flourish and pose at the end. "You look like a fashion model!" he said, and she grinned. "We're not going to even get to the club before you're swarmed by fashion bloggers! They're going to crown you their queen."
"You look..." she eyed him. "The same."
"Hey!" Reggie pouted. "I spent like forty-five minutes on my hair!" Okay, so he was just in his usual ripped jeans and black tank top, but like, the clubs got hot. He wanted to get his groove on with the girls, so the leather jacket was out. He was still debating if he should wrap his flannel around his waist or not. Even though chances were if he did, one of the girls would be wearing it home because he was a gentleman.
"And it looks perfect, babygirl," Flynn said, and he didn't care if there was a sarcastic undertone to it, he beamed. "But you are not Club Ready. Hold on, let me grab some eye-liner."
And it was only because of many, many Girls Nights that Reggie had perfected sitting perfectly still without flinching while people poked sharp things near his eyes.
But when Flynn was done, well, he looked Good. Like, good good. Like sexy brooding punk who had a secret soft side good. He completely missed Carrie's grand entrance, he was so busy making faces at himself in the mirror.
"Stop flirting with yourself in the mirror, Reginald," Carrie said, impatiently tapping her foot so he could turn around and give her her deserved accolades.
So he did, turning around and beaming. Carrie was, of course, in all pink, a tight dress and heels that Reggie had no idea how she could dance in, and the perfect amount of highlighter on her face. Her lips were all wet and shiny looking from her sparkly lipgloss, and Reggie tried not to think about how kissable they looked.
"You look really pretty," he blurted out, which wasn't anywhere close to his usual over the top cheer squad pep-talks.
Except Carrie didn't seem put out at all. Instead she was staring at his eyes, his eyeliner. "You do too."
Behind him, he heard Flynn and Julie high five, and he couldn't even be mad about it. Maybe if tonight went well, he wouldn't have to play fake boyfriend to Carrie anymore.
#julie and the phantoms#carriexreggie#make reggie a molina 2kalways#fanfic#flynn taylor#julie molina#reggie peters#carrie wilson#I wrote a thing#reggie does indeed get to go to girls night because he has opinions on Gilmore Girls and the others do not#also can you imagine Reggie to some loser at the club like: yeah I'm dating all three of them#and Flynn just shouts: HE HAS A HUGE DICK AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT#(and once Carrie is dating Reggie Flynn is like: okay but spill does he have a big dick and know how to use it)#(while Julie goes LALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU)
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does anyone still like group chat fics bc i’m thinking about doing a multi-part gc fic for stranger things x it. there is nothing that makes me swoon quite like a good gc fic
#group chat fic#stranger things#st4#stranger things 4#stranger things fanfic#it#it 2017#it 2019#losers club#losers club fanfic#losers club group chat#stranger things group chat#it x stranger things#losers club au#losers club fic#stranger things au#stranger things fic#the party
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so i just published on ao3???
i guess i should be advertising this a little more confidently, but this is kind of a strange experience for me so there you go.
i wrote a 2.7k losers club fic as a method of procrastinating nanowrimo, and now it’s actually out there in the world so,,, check it out!!
it features all of the losers, it’s based almost entirely upon the book as opposed to the miniseries/films, and it’s pretty much just me filling in the gaps (episodically and emotionally) between them fighting it and leaving derry ⤵️
#sorry i sound so confused by my own choice to publish it#lmao anyway#the losers club#stephen king’s it#it 1986#it 1990#it 2017#it 2019#it#stephen king#it stephen king#reddie#losers club fic#derry maine#fanfic#ao3#first fanfic
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It's been quite a while since my last message on this blog (and fandom), but I think I might finally have the inspiration to write again, after my previous aborted attempts.
The core of this fanfic will be "what if Pennywise was just a regular serial killer and the Losers actually killed him to defend themselves when they were teenagers?", and the repercussions of that action into their adulthood.
It will take place 27 years later, on the anniversary of Pennywise's death, and the Losers, who kinda drifted away from each other, will reunite again, after Richie's attempt (and failure) to perform a whole skit about their childhood trauma.
So, it's all about "how those dysfunctional grown-ups cope with the fact that they actually killed someone, and how it impacts each of them".
I'm going to take the time to think about it all a bit more, before writing it, so that I won't get stuck on the first few chapters.
But if you have any opinion about it all, don't hesitate to let me know!
#reddie#it stephen king#it movies#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#bill denbrough#mike hanlon#beverly marsh#ben hanscom#the losers club#fanfic#fanfiction#will eddie be autistic in this story#probably since I always write him that way#but it's not like the focus of the story at all
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Hit a low point again so y’all know what that means……🎈
#pennywise fluff#pennywise x reader#pennywise 2017#pennywise fanfic#it 2017#it 2019#actually mentally ill#menatlly ill#mental health#loser club
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HENRY BOWERS
Well guys... I read 'It' and... this happened. I just don't know if all of you know how good the description of Henry Bowers is and how great a villain. I loved It. Loved It. So here you go, a fanart of Henry from the book by Stephen King.
I think im gonna do more. The issuesssss
DO NOT COPY OR POST TO OTHER WEBSITES
#fanart#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#it movie#henry bowers#the losers club#stephen king#pennywise#booktok#bookart#villain#he is sick#i love it#victor criss#belch huggins#patrick hockstetter#ben hanscom#bill denbrough#beverly marsh#richie tozier#richie trashmouth#mike hanlon#stanley uris#eddie kaspbrak#scene from the book
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I'm writing an IT fanfic - what should I do?
In this fanfic they're 15-16, it's set up in the 90's, and Pennywise is around - now I'm thinking about whether to get any of the kids to die, or should I rather keep it canon-ish and have them all stay alive to fight It again (aka what happens in IT Chapter 2)?
#🎈📊} fanfic#losers club#it 2017 fanfic#it fanfiction#it 2017#it movie#it stephen king#ben hanscom#beverly marsh#eddie kaspbrak#bill denbrough#richie tozier#stanley uris#pennywise#it fandom#it chapter one#poll#tumblr polls#my polls#fanfic poll#ao3 writer#writeblr#fanfiction
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