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Bill: just put in precious things in this box.
Eddie : Mike ???
Bill: not people—
Richie : can we put Mike in?
Bill : i said-
Ben & Beverly : Mike ???
Bill : nobody is putting Mike in the box
Stan : Mike ???
Bill: NO—
Mike, already in the box: ???
The Losers Club as BTS songs
Bill : The Truth Untold
Stan: Butterfly
Mike: Dimple
Richie : Anpanman
Eddie : Spring Day
Beverly : Trivia 轉 : Seesaw
Ben : Euphoria
Beverly : how's the most handsome man in the world doing?
Ben : *blushing furiously*
Bill, from across the room: Mike is doing just fine, thanks.
happy birthday to richie trashmouth tozier
richie: oh come on you know you love me!
stan:
Eddie: *doing his homework* ugh why is this so hard?
Richie: you know what else is hard?
Eddie: this chair wich I'm about to beat you with
So This Is Love? Inspired fanart.
My heart has wings And I can fly I'll touch every star in the sky
I don’t really like the way richie turned out but meh whatever
bill: we made an oath
stan: you can call me Jaime Lannister
Help-
I was inspired again
the losers club as things i saw, heard, or said in the past week
bill: what do you want to be in twenty years
ben: a library
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all seven, in unison: *chanting “kill it!” repeatedly with absolutely no explanation as to why*
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richie: i just *clenches fist in front of face dramatically* don’t want to
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eddie: i mean… that sounds pretty gay
richie: you sound pretty gay
mike: literally both of you are gay
eddie: wow we get it you’re straight
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stan: *drops pencil and stares at it* i fucking hate existing
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mike: *crying over a picture of a chicken wearing a hat*
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beverly, in response to the co-chairman of the committee calling her his assistant: we both know i’m in charge here, fuckin’ pussy
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bill: *makes eye contact with richie across the classroom*
richie, with no emotion on his face: *starts sliding his phone into his mouth*
bill, under his breath: what the fuck is wrong with you
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ben: i woke up in the middle of the night panicking about my sixteenth birthday
ben: it took fifteen minutes before i remembered that i’m already eighteen
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bill: i’m a lover, not a fighter
beverly: you punched me in the tit this morning
bill: well you shouldn’t have fucking touched my muffin
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eddie: good news, after some help from the teacher, i figured out how to solve the problem on my quiz
eddie: bad news, i needed help because i was so tired that i forgot how division works
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richie: does anything make you happy
stan: sometimes i think about going to your funeral
stan: never fails to make me smile
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mike: *starts playing flappy bird in class*
richie: WHAT THE FUCK IT’S 2018
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beverly: *shows up twenty minutes late wearing a panda onesie and holding a milkshake*
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all seven: *telling weird stories about their families*
mike: my dad wrestled a shark once
stan: explain
mike: he was on a boat
stan: that doesn’t help
the losers club as things i saw, heard, or said in the past week, part two
ben: i thought everyone in this town was poor
richie: no, we all have crippling depression but some of us have jobs
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mike: i’m a supportive friend
stan: you said you would murder me if i didn’t study for my test
mike: …aggressively supportive
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beverly: i’m not saying i’m a god
beverly: i’m saying i’m a goddess
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bill: you ate an egg
richie: yes
bill: was it a cooked egg
richie: no
bill: was it out of the shell
richie: no
bill: how are you a living human being
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eddie, in tears: i forgot my bagel
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ben: did you know—
richie: probably not
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stan: so i was in algebra, right?
stan: and my teacher told us about imaginary numbers
stan: and if school is allowed to make us do math with FAKE NUMBERS
stan: then i should be allowed to murder them
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richie: hello my fellow heteros
eddie, holding his hand: stop doing that
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stan, at the school store: can i have two cookies and a reason to live
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ben: my mom asked me if i had any missing work and i panicked and said pretzel
ben: so now i’m grounded
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eddie, going through his backpack: i have three textbooks, pens, pencils, highlighters, erasers, extra paper, flash cards, my phone charger, and money for lunch
richie: i have a tub of chocolate frosting and a spoon
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bill: did you study for the test
mike: i was going to
mike: but then i found a compilation of dog vines so i never got around to it
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eddie: do you need a hug
beverly, wearing high heels with her sweatpants: don’t fucking talk to me
I don't think anyone did that yet soooo
Pennywise: I know your secret, your dirty little secret.
Richie: how the fuck do you know my secret?!
Pennywise: well, takes one to know one, am I right or am I right?
Pennywise be like: Yes, I'm gay. And yes, I'm homophobic. This kind of people exist.
Hypochondriac : Part 02
warnings: mentions of bullying, slow burn, not much :)
summary: returning to Derry was terrifying enough, but when Eddie finds himself forced to deal with painful truths, he second guesses everything he thought he knew. Peggy returns to her childhood home and decides that being a sacrifice isn’t so bad, as long as the ones she loves make it out alive. And she lets herself wonder what could have been when she finds out the fate of her first love.
a/n: this is my first attempt at writing for IT, and feedback is always appreciated!
PART ONE HERE
1985
The plane ride from JFK to Bangor, Maine didn’t sit well with Peggy for more reasons than a hellish storm and dangerous turbulence. Something felt off- even more off than the sound of Mike Hanlon’s voice as he told her that IT returned. She squeezed her eyes shut and marked the page in the book she’d given up on reading.
Unlike Bill Denbrough, who Peggy knew had a movie star wife and a highly successful writing career, and Ben Hanscom, who was internationally famous for his architectural designs, Peggy felt as if she had little to leave behind in her New York City apartment. These days, SoHo lacked the shine and love Peggy first fell in love with. She had never felt more alone after everything that happened with Nick, and that apartment still had his scent ingrained into each and every piece of furniture.
Peggy Turner and Nick Wilson fell in love hard and fast as naive college students, and they’d been so in love they never left the city: even after graduation. The lovebirds married by 25 and soon enough they had a decent apartment and the lives they’d always wanted. Peggy had a gallery in Brooklyn and Nick finally got that spot on the NYPD he’d always dreamt of. For a long time, they were really, truly, blissfully happy.
Until the summer of 1984.
Looking back, Peggy felt as if she should have known it was only the beginning of the end for her. As things usually happened for Peggy Turner, good things turned sour fairly quickly. And the summer of ‘84 was pretty high up on her list of bad memories.
Eyes still closed and fluttering softly, Peggy grasped around her memory for images of her husband. She could see him only fleetingly, in flashes of unruly hair and dimpled smiles. Just as quickly as his memory appeared, it morphed into someone else; someone Peggy had nearly forgotten. Nearly. Her heart thudded at the thought.
She had loved him so long ago, as if in another life entirely. Their relationship was sweet and innocent and pure, but when he moved away her young heart was shattered. If she didn’t think they were too young at the time, Peggy might have called him her first love.
And through her painful memories of last summer, Peggy found herself smiling like a fool on a crowded airplane. She didn’t know where Stanley Uris ended up or what he was up to, but she really hoped he was doing well.
For a moment- a brief, selfish moment- Peggy felt nearly excited to return to Derry if it meant seeing him again. She couldn’t have been more wrong about what Derry had in store for her.
1958
The pair walked in an uncomfortable silence, with Peggy carefully pulling at her cardigan in shame, and Eddie fiddling with the aspirator in his hand. She glanced sideways at him, mouth agape with half-spoken words.
“Eddie,” she said. “Am I loser?”
The boy nearly dropped his inhaler at this, taken aback. Sure, that word was no stranger to Eddie Kaspbrak, and to many of his friends, but it was not a term he would think to pin on a girl like Peggy Turner.
“Where did you get that idea?”
Peggy shrugged her shoulders, suddenly feeling very shy.
“That’s what they’ve been calling me,” she paused.
For a moment, he wanted to smile, maybe even laugh, and jokingly welcome her to the club. He and his friends were forever branded as losers. That much at least made sense to him. To their peers, Eddie Kaspbrak was a hypochondriac with a crazy mother, Bill Denbrough had a terrible stutter and a missing brother, Stanley Uris was Jewish and a neat-freak, and Richie Tozier’s glasses were too big and he never kept his TrashMouth shut.
Eddie glanced at her with furrowed eyebrows. He caught the tail end of her fiasco with Greta Bowie earlier that day, and thought about chasing after her, but Peggy ducked into the girls’ restroom before he could get to her.
It was common knowledge that Greta was a bully. She had a nasty tendency to harass anyone who stood out or who didn’t have as much money as her parents did. If Henry Bowers and his gang weren’t already doing it, she might give a go at Eddie and his friends from time to time. But Peggy? No one had seen that coming.
He thought for a moment that there must have been a reason Greta ruined Peggy’s pride and her clothing in one swift motion. What, though, he simply couldn’t work out.
As far as Eddie was concerned, Peggy was a walking daydream. She oozed kindness on cloudy days and always made sure her neighbor was okay, even if they weren’t exactly friends anymore. Apart from maybe Bill, Eddie admired Peggy the most in the world. He had never heard her say a bad word towards anyone, and seeing her with tear-stained cheeks and that defeated demeanor cracked his heart.
“I don’t think so,” he told her. “You’re not a loser to me.”
Eddie wasn’t sure how helpful he had been, but she smiled at him and he couldn’t help but to return the gesture. When Peggy pulled him into a side-hug, he tried to wriggle away, but she simply laughed and skipped ahead of him.
The girl turned on her heel to face her old friend and brushed her wild hair from her face. She started to ask where they were meeting him, but the words caught in her throat at the sight of Stan himself across the road. He stood on a park bench, focused on a book and oblivious to his approaching friends; Peggy thought he looked marvelous.
Eddie pretended not to notice the way she looked at him as he pulled her across the street.
“Stan likes to watch birds,” he explained.
“Birds?”
Eddie shrugged. Peggy smiled faintly.
Eddie had trouble matching her pace as she went to greet Stan.
“I hope you don’t mind that I crashed your afternoon,” she said sheepishly.
But Stan simply smiled at her, glancing at Eddie who stood behind her. Eddie silently pleaded with him not to say anything stupid, afraid it might offend her if he stared at her dirtied clothing.
“You’re not,” Stan said, blushing a faint pink.
Peggy tentatively sat down on the bench beside him, smoothing out her skirt, which left Eddie to stand or sit on the bare ground. He remained standing.
Stan clutched his book a little tighter in his lap as he caught a glimpse of the dirty state of Peggy’s clothing. He never liked unclean things. But this was Peggy and he had watched it happen.
She seemed oblivious to his gaze, as she remained silent for a moment.
“So,” Peggy glanced between the boys. “What’re you reading?”
She gently pushed his hands to close the book, smiling at the title. Stan parted his lips, embarrassed, and started to brush it off. She beat him to it.
“Cool,” she said.
He grinned back at her, surprised by her kind reaction.
The three of them spent the better half of the afternoon strolling around the park, with Stan pointing out some Bluebirds and Eddie trailing a few inches behind them. Stan noted that his book claimed Bluebirds could symbolize transition, but kept this to himself. He never cared much for things like that.
They eventually collapsed on the grass- Stan testing the grass for dirt before sitting cross-legged beside Eddie, who Peggy had dragged down with her. Peggy laid back in the grass, dark hair fanning behind her head. She smiled to herself and watched the sky, occasionally laughing at something Eddie said.
Stan squinted at Peggy through the afternoon sun and grinned. He looked on with soft adoration as she deciphered shapes in the clouds; for the first time, he thought he could watch her all afternoon.
Masterlist
STRANGER THINGS
✧ - contains smut
❧ - my personal favorites
EDDIE MUNSON
blurbs
show me (x AFAB!reader) ✧ ❧
the one where you find out why eddie munson keeps handcuffs in his bedroom and what those stains on his mattress really are.
STEVE HARRINGTON
chaptered fics
send her my love 2 (x AFAB!reader)
the one where steve breaks the reader’s heart with one word: nancy, and everything that comes after
tidal waves (x AFAB!reader)
the one where steve and y/n are forced to spend a summer together in a beach house
blurbs
falling for you (x AFAB!oc)
the one where steve makes a big splash at carol’s lake party in an attempt to defend beth’s honor
kings and queens (x AFAB!oc)
the one where beth puts billy back in his place after he tries to weasel his way into her relationship
cheerleader (x AFAB!oc) ❧
the one where steve feels unloved by his parents but his girlfriend is always there to cheer him up.
back to risky business (x AFAB!oc)
the one where steve’s plans for halloween sound a little too familiar for bethany’s liking
for old time’s sake (xAFAB!reader) or (x AFAB!oc) ✧ ❧
the one where steve and heather’s high school reunion becomes much more than that (female!oc version)
double trouble (x hagan twin!reader) ✧ ❧
the one where all of steve’s wildest dreams come true
IT
Stanley Uris:
chaptered fics
hypochondriac 2 (x AFAB!oc, reddie)
the one where the losers return to derry to find themselves one member short, and peggy loses a whole lot more than that. eddie slowly remembers why he wanted to stop thinking about richie tozier.
IT MASTERLIST
𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝔃𝓲𝓮𝓻
𝓫𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓱
𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓴𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓴
𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓼
𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓵𝓸𝓷
𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱
Theorhticall speaking, pennywise could just eat animals instead for humans, they scare just as if not more easily.
But
Penny's preferred meat is
Long pig