god damn it i was such a loser

The Losers As Things @queer-losers-club Has Said:

Richie: shit what tje fuck im so smitten whst tj e fucc

Stan: DAMN OK it really is hitting. catch me sitting here holding back tears like a fucking loser

Ben: hey @ my stomach: cut it out with the butterflies id rather fucking die

Bill: @ god: can i get a uh………. boyfriend with curly long hair who loves me? thanks

Eddie: bro ive never fought in my life but i would do it to defend my friends tbh

Mike: @my friends: cuddle with me you cowards

Bev: damn i already like it and idk what it is

Bonus:

Pennywise: its spoopy time

Y’all. I’m really in love?? Like a bitch finally let someone in and I’m so head over heels in love with this man. Like, sometimes it feels like I could burst because how did I get this lucky?
I didn’t think I would ever get lucky in love again after dating so many losers but like…god I’m so fucking happy!!!!

I don’t share my personal life on here any more but like damn. I’m so happy and I can’t believe it. The first time I deleted this blog was because I was going through a very bad heart break. I had just lost my first love and i was going through the motions and i deleted my blog and here we are over 5 years later and I’ve fallen in love again and I feel so happy and so care free.

Like…I got blessed with a man who listens and takes care of me and is always making sure I’m comfortable especially when it comes to my anxiety and I truly don’t understand…HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY 😭😭😭

Ok I’m done. A bitch is truly in love and I just wanted y’all to know. I wish happiness and so much more for all of you.

Hamilton Characters As Things I’ve Said/Done
  • Hamilton : “Hey, you never know. I could be gay and only dating you so people thought otherwise.”
  • Lafayette : “I can rap faster than I can offend someone.”
  • Hercules : *wears gown, tiara, and sparkly heels out to the park when it’s 100 degrees out*
  • Laurens : “I wake up at three A.M. in cold sweat to jot down how much I love my dogs.”
  • Jefferson : “Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought ‘damn.’”
  • Madison : “Oh, cough cough, bitch.”
  • Eliza : “You can’t break up with me! I quit!”
  • Angelica : “Free for all, losers! He’s mine!”
  • Peggy : “My arms are practically bulging with muscles from combing my hair.”
  • Maria : “Heterosexuality? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
  • Seabury : “Oh, my god! She’s verbally attacking me!”
  • Washington : “I’d lie and say I’d be the mom of this group but everyone knows I’d be the hammered aunt.”
  • Burr : *shows report card to friends* “You don’t understand! I’m an Asian, not a Dsian.”
Another kinky wager

Summary: As he previously promised, Bucky helps you work out all those irritating little kinks in your pool game.
Characters: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Absolutely NSFW. It’s all sex and pool tables folks, please walk away unless you’re over 18.  

A/N: Decided to write a follow-up to ‘Pool balls and underpants’, because I just couldn’t move on without a smutty sequel. This can read as a stand-alone story, but it will make more sense why Bucky’s wearing Steve’s underwear if you read the first part. And besides, who doesn’t love reading sassy sexual innuendos from Bucky Barnes?

Also, I meant this to be short, and once again my imagination spiralled out of control, and here we are. I regret nothing.

Pool balls and underpants 
MASTERLIST


He’s startled for a moment, before a sly smile stretches across his face, and he whips around to follow, white socks slipping and sliding on the smooth tiles as he chases after you.

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you’ve heard of losers club high school hcs, now get ready for

losers club shitty british secondary school hcs

oh boy here we go

- the losers club on a duke of edinburgh expedition. that is all
- the uniforms. dear god the uniforms. richie and bev are constantly in detention for breaking the dress code and it’s how they became best friends. bev customised hers with badges and embroidery and rolls her skirt up way past the knees to defy sexist uniform codes. she’s always stopped in the hall by the pedantic deputy head who seems to be employed for the sole purpose of telling girls off for having short skirts. richie wears his tie way too short and always has his shirt untucked and his top two buttons undone. his blazer is also mysteriously at home 24/7
- stan and ben have this really intense, passive-aggressive war to become head boy. stan eventually gets the role and ben has to deal with being deputy
- whenever someone does something stupid in lessons the whole classroom erupts with ‘waaaaayyyy!’ this is usually led by richie.
- the school is in a really crappy part of town and at lunchtime the losers go to tesco to get food and sit in the park affectionately known as ‘druggy park’
- in year 8 they tried to fit eddie into a locker and that’s how he broke his arm
-they all refer to each other as their surnames, and the teachers as their first names
-richie once drew a dick on the board in his form room with permanent marker by accident so mike turned it into a tree
-eddie’s always in the nurse’s office, to the point where they’re so close she sometimes gives him lifts to and from school
- mike’s a really talented photographer and wins all the local competitions. his pieces are on display boards all over the school
- in terms of clubs, richie runs the school radio and is into drama, bev runs textiles support sessions for the younger years with a few of her classmates and is also on the debate team with stan and ben, eddie is a peer mentor for students struggling with mental health issues and is also involved with art club, bill is on the rugby team as well as writing articles and short stories for the school newsletter, stan is friends with the headteacher bc he attends chess club which the headteacher runs and he also helps the younger years with maths, ben is a student library assistant and mike goes to gardening club. he’s really proud of the carrots they’re growing behind the science block.
-stan and bill get the same bus. there was nowhere else for stan to sit on the first day of year 7 and that’s how he and bill became best friends
- the school has wild parties in the name of charity. at one, richie got so drunk and gave eddie so many hickeys he had to be taken to the er by his mum as she thought he had a skin disease. it didn’t help that he was super hungover either so he looked like death warmed up. needless to say it’s ‘the story’ of the night and the talk of the whole school (including teachers- they join in with the students’ conversations about the parties in class) for like a month
- they have a sleepover at mike’s and he unashamedly owns ‘angus, thongs and perfect snogging’. they all agree it’s a british classic
-eddie went through a sherlock phase in year 10 that threatened to become a superwholock phase. it was a dark time for everyone. 
-the whole squad get a cheeky nando’s
-richie and eddie make out in the common room and stan’s head boy office during frees. richie’s given eddie hickeys in there too. stan is disgusted when he finds out. there’s also a hidden path next to the train tracks that they go to if either of those places are occupied
-bill is hailed as a god by the younger students. they say ‘yes then big bill’ and high five him when they walk past him
- richie is known as the archbishop of banterbury throughout the school. what an icon
- on the last day of sixth form they all hit the local ‘spoons and make the most of the 2 for £12 pitchers by buying like 10
-mike’s dark secret is that he was on an episode of ‘dick and dom in da bungalow’ once. he’s vowed to take it to the grave. richie broadcasts this to the whole school via the radio as soon as he finds out.


bonus round for things that actually happened during my experience in secondary school:

- there’s a weed scandal in like year 9. somehow a wildly untrue rumour about stan hiding weed in his locker is being spread round the school
- beverly hides the clocks in her form room in the ceiling. her tutor buys a new clock. it goes in the ceiling. her tutor buys another clock. into the ceiling it goes. you get the idea. soon staplers and whiteboard pens start making their way up there
- richie and eddie make a meme gallery. it’s taken down in time for open day but some of the teachers genuinely think it brightens up theirs and the students’ days
- the losers are in the same teaching group in year 7. their pe class has to do chair dancing to hey big spender (it’s best not to ask) and it becomes a recurring joke for them throughout the years
-richie had a house party where stan got drunk for the first time and ended up chundering in his sink the next morning


add more if you like!

  • Draco: This is terrible!
  • Hermione: But Draco-
  • Draco: I can't go on living like this!
  • Hermione: If you just-
  • Draco: WHY must bad things happen to good people?!
  • Harry: Oh for the love of- Draco it was one game of Monopoly! God damn, get over it already!
  • Draco: Mama didn't raise a loser!
  • Hermione: *under her breath* She didn't raise a sane person either.

bill: so we should-

richie: god damn it! why are you always in charge? why can I never be the big leader and tell all you shits what to do?

bill: okay, go ahead

richie:

ben: well…?

richie: i don’t know, i didn’t think I’d get this far.

Patrick Hockstetter || Guilt

A/N: I say this a lot, but I mean it on this one, this was hard to try to come up with. I tried to hold true to Bower’s Gang as much as I could but I wanted to also humanize them more I guess. I hope this turned out well and everyone enjoys!

“Listen, I wouldn’t have came to you loser’s in the first place if I didn’t need the help.” Patrick’s voice was raspy, he growled out the words with his eyes hard on Bill, Stan, Richie, and Eddie, who stood in front of him while Henry, Belch, and Victor stood behind him. Patrick’s face was scratched up, his body bloodied and bruised from his narrow escape from that god damned clown. When he got back and found that you had been missing as well, something in him… broke.

When Patrick first started dating you, his violent and sinister nature eased as he began regularly taking his medication, with a little convincing from you. It took nearly six months, six long strenuous months, but he slowly warmed up to treating you and others decently. It was a lot of work for you, but despite the sexual gestures and the harsh words he would give you and others, you saw the glimmer of good in him. Patrick slowly became more affectionate and loving than just possessive and obsessive over you, he treated you more like his girlfriend than just his personal toy. He treated you like you were real, as terrifying as that was for him. He grew to love you in how own special way.

Patrick shot a glare behind him at his friends, who looked away in shame, his gaze turned back to the losers, “I would’ve thought that they would’ve kept an eye out for Y/N, but obviously not.”

“Listen, man-“ Belch was cut off with another glare from Patrick. Y/N, his girl, was taken when the others clearly should have been with her.

“Wow, what does that make you assholes if you’re asking us losers for help? Huh?” Patrick gave a warning growl, “R-Richie, n-not the t-time.” Bill stuttered out, he looked over at Patrick, despite the constant bullying Patrick and his friends did to the loser’s, Bill understood the desperation Patrick felt to find Y/N. Hoping she was alive.

“W-we’ll help.” Bill’s words cut the tension, Patrick’s eyes moved from Richie to Bill, “on-n one con-condition, st-stop the b-bullying.”

Henry scoffed, “Patrick, let’s just-“

Patrick turned on Henry, his finger pointed directly in Henry’s face, “you don’t get to speak.” Oddly enough, Henry shut his mouth in a tight line, “deal.”

“Woah-“ Richie began to speak, “shut it trashmouth.” Patrick stepped forward threateningly, “go get the other losers and let’s go.” The boys nodded and scurried off, “meet at Neibolt in an hour!” His yell was loud enough to reach the four boys riding off on their bikes, arguing over what was happening, he turned on his friends, “we aren’t upholding that deal.” Henry’s arms crossed over his chest, Patrick closed the distance between them, “oh, we are upholding it. You fuckers got us in the situation in the first fucking place. I had to fight way way out of that god damn sewer just to find out you idiots didn’t even give a damn about watching over Y/N or making sure she was ok. I was missing!” His words were becoming increasingly angrier, the last sentence he yelled aggressively in Henry’s face.

“And if you don’t hold up the deal, that’s fucking fine by me, don’t even fucking come. If she-“ his voice almost broke, he cleared his throat and kicked his chapped lips, “if she’s dead, I’ll kill you all myself.” Patrick stepped back from the boy, stomping in the direction of the Neibolt house, he could hear a scuffling behind him as the others caught up to him in silence.


The stood outside of Neibolt, waiting for the losers, well, the others to show up. They showed up after forty minutes, Patrick shot them the closest look he could give for being grateful they came, it almost looked like a pained grimace with a hint of a genuine smile. He was working on it and it did not help as an unfamiliar feeling washed over him, his stomach churned and he looked away in shame. Guilt.

“Let’s go.” Patrick marched into the house without a second thought, his head set on finding you, alive.

Patrick marched through the house, leading the ten behind him as he came across the well. The rope that he climbed out of still hanging there. He gave it a strong tug, “I’ll go down first.” He muttered as he latched onto the rope, “there is an opening about halfway down, we’ll go from there.”

One by one, they slowly climbed down the rope until they were all huddled together in an awkward silence, “this way.” The light from the loser’s flashlights surrounded Patrick as he lead the way, his lighter lit in front of his face. His eyes were darting around, clearly on edge about being back in the sewers, “you ok?” Patrick shot a glance over to Victor before he gave almost a barely noticeable nod, but no answer.

The sewers opened up, they stepped out of the pipe, their eyes immediately drawn to the mountain of… stuff. All eyes slowly trailed up to see floating kids, “t-the m-missing k-kids.” Bill whispered, his frantic eyes searching for Georgie as Patrick looked for Y/N.

“Y/N!” Patrick’s voice was loud, his tongue swept across his lips as his eyes landed on your body in the air. Your head was leaned back, your hair falling freely, your arms hung loosely at your sides, blood trickled down the side of your face as you stared blankly at the ceiling.

“She’s too high for me to reach her, someone help me get her down!” Patrick turned his rage onto the boys as Victor and Belch moved and helped Patrick up, despite the height they came to, she was still too high. His eyes landed on Richie, knowing he weighed the least, “Tozier, come here.”

Richie stood frozen, eyes wide. Patrick let out a calm huff to tone down his anger and fear, “please help me get her down.”

Richie moved and Ben and Mike helped Richie up, holding him up to Patrick who grabbed him and lifted him to grab Y/N. Slowly, the four boys began to pull Richie, Patrick, and Y/N down with Henry catching Y/N as she fell forward.

“Is… is she breathing?” Patrick had to catch himself from his voice breaking.

Henry laid her down and Mike pressed his head against her chest, “I hear her heartbeat and she’s breathing. It’s faint, but she’s alive.” Patrick’s face strained as he fell to his knees, his hands grasped her face, “Y/N.” His gave her a light shake, “Y/N, you have to wake up.”

A bone chilling laughter echoed off the walls, it sounded like it could have came from anywhere in the room. Heads turned wildly before Beverly’s voice called, “to the right!”

All heads snapped in that direction, It stood a few feet from them, it’s eyes stared at each one in hunger, drool pooled on the concrete below him, “ah, the one that slipped away.” It’s voice growled at Patrick, who stood up defensively in front of Y/N’s body, blocking it from its view, “well, you aren’t as dumb as you seemed.” It hummed as a twisted grin rose on its face, “the loser’s and the asshole’s: what a crowd, what a meal.”

Bill caught it off guard, slamming a metal rod against the back of its head. All ten kids piled on it as that time and began their merciless beating.

“It’s not real.” Bill’s words echoed throughout and a smirk rose to Patrick’s lips, he jumped forward and tackled the clown, sending him down to the floor and he repeatedly punched the clown in the face. With a harsh shove, Patrick flew off of him and landed near Y/N, her eyes still stared blankly at the ceiling, “what the hell did Hockstetter do to it?” His head turned back to the group huddled around the frantic and panicked clown, who stared horrified at Patrick, “I don’t believe he’s real. That’s how I got away the first time.”

“What the fuck?” It was a quiet whisper, almost unheard. Simply not believing in It is all it took?

“Solipsism,” Henry’s voice was rough as he stood threateningly behind the clown so he could not escape, “he doesn’t believe anything is real… other than himself.”

Patrick gave a shrug as the losers looked at him with wide eyes, “I knew he was crazy.” Richie whispered quietly.

“You took my girl.” Patrick stood up and walked in front of the clown, “real or not, I’m going to kill you.” Patrick took his foot and kicked it into It’s face, smashing it between Patrick’s foot and the edge of the well. He repeatedly brought his foot down on him before Henry pulled him off, “Ok… It’s dead man.”

Patrick pushed his black hair out of his face and wiped his face with the back of his hand, all anger he had left disappeared when he faced Y/N once more, still unconscious. Eddie was next to her, shaking her. To Patrick, it felt like the world stopped when Eddie began doing chest compressions, “She’s not breathing! Patrick, come here!”

Patrick walked forward and fell to his knees, “what do I do?” His eyes began to water as he looked down at Y/N, “tilt her head back to open her airway, when I tell you to, pinch her nose and blow two breaths into her mouth…. now.”

Patrick did as instructed, his lips met hers and he blew two deep breaths into her, “C’mon, Y/N, c’mon.”

“Now.”

Patrick repeated his steps as he did before, this time after the two breadths, he placed a kiss on her lips, “Please, Y/N.” Tears began to run down his face as Patrick cried for the first time since he was a baby. The ones that were standing around, observing, looked away. Ben and Beverly had tears in their eyes.

“I got a pulse!” Mike called, Patrick did not even realize he moved over to them. Patrick wiped away a tear that fell on your cheek with his thumb, “Y/N, wake up.”

With a raspy cough, Y/N’s eyes returned back to their bright iris instead of the dull white, her eyes met Patrick’s wet ones, “Pat-“ his arms pulled her up to his chest and held her close, “you… you were… Patrick, you were missing, what the hell?!”

You pulled back and took in his bruised and scratched face, his nose was broken but reset, his lip split open. His hands came to your face, her eyes swelled with tears, “This is real, right?” You ask through a sob as you took in your surroundings, the ‘losers’ and Patrick’s friend’s stood around you. The first genuine laugh you had ever received from Patrick broke through his throat as he held you close, “I’m normally the one who asks that.” You note that whatever happened to him since you both went missing possibly changed him, he was showing emotions.

“You’re safe.” He whispered into your hair as he held you close, your eyes sending a grateful look to the others behind you. Patrick was safe and you were safe, to him, that was all that mattered.

since I got so many notes on this… :)

•eddie is a small ballerina that does not take any shit from anyone + can totally kick your ass with his god damn feet pointed and not a strand of hair out of place

•he is the best dancer in his class and knows it

•he makes richie massage his feet every night when richie sneaks in through his bedroom window (bc richie’s a lil punk rebel)

•bc his feet hurt after hours + hours of rehearsal + can you imagine richie being so soft w/his bf??? cUTE

•eddie sometimes wears richie’s leather jacket to rehearsal and it completely devours him, the sleeves are way too long and it looks more like a dress on him, yet he wears it all the time anyway bc it reminds him of his lil punk bf

•he flips off anyone who looks @ him weird bc of it

•eddie used to think richie was just a wannabe punk loser bc his friends from ballet would say “you’re too good for him, do you sEE the way he dresses? what a freak” (sk8ter boi vibes lol) then one day richie got punched in the face standing up to bullies who were teasing eddie + eddie was like “wtf I had this under control until you messed everything up dumbass” as he’s cleaning up richie with the supplies from his dance bag & richies looking at him with total heart eyes <3

•richie leaves little notes for eddie in his locker that fall into his dance bag + cheer him up after a long grueling day of practice

•richie goes to every performance eddie is in and cheers obnoxiously loud whenever eddie is on stage no matter what the scene actually entails

•"you do realize I was supposed to be dying in that scene, right?“ “I’m sorry all I saw was my cute little eds shinning like a star” “don’t call me that.”

•richie drives eddie to rehearsal on his motorcycle some days if eddie is running late (he bought eddie a pale pink helmet & has a black one for himself)

•eddie listens to richie’s band & carries around a drumstick richie gave me that has a tiny E+R on it (richie is a drummer in this and has a matching drumstick to the one he gave eddie)




this was really long & probably awful but whatever :)

Proposition

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen tries to convince the reader to be his pretend girlfriend.

Prompt: "You’ve given up being sexy a long time ago haven’t you?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @starswirlblitz


Work today was fucking torture. It was too long, too boring and filled with too many morons. You can only fake being nice for so long, it’s exhausting.

Trying to get into a more relaxed head space, you decide to pamper yourself a bit. You down a much needed glass of wine then take a soothing bubble bath. Soon after you throw on a black mud mask that clarifies, it’s weird looking but it works awesome.

Deciding to give yourself a pedicure, you pick out a dark red nail polish and get yourself settled on the couch. Finally feeling a little more relaxed, you breathe a happy sigh for the peace and quiet.

“Y/N!”

Son of a bitch.

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anonymous asked:

(that was amazing. your ideas are lit. personally I have multiple fidgets but no spinners) Ok picture this: Richie, to preface his radio dj carrier, does the morning announcements at school. no one knows how he hasn't been kicked off yet. He usually calls out his friends like "last night stan was a cHEATER AT MONOPOLY" or rambles on about eddie.

- oh this is where Richie really shines

- he actually goes to school early in order to start announcing the boring stuff early and then get to the ‘good stuff’

- “okay ladies and gents, today’s word of the day is ‘abibliophobia’, the fear of running out of good reading material, speaking of which, shout out to Ben Hanscom! Hope the library hasn’t gotten too boring now you’ve read through it four times bud!”

- the principal would try and censor him but he’d always manage to work his way round it

- “holy shots, it’s prom next week!”

- “good hecking god Eddie Kaspbrak looked cute today”

- and speaking of Eddie…

- he hated Richie’s new job more than anybody at school because Richie had his own special “Eddie’s minute” in the morning where he’d talk pointless crap about stuff he likes about him or that embarrass him just to make Eddie blush in front of everyone

- “Derry high school, did you know that Eddie Kaspbrak puked all over his mother because your dear host fed him a few too many pop tarts? Bet ya didn’t!”

- “listeners! I once gave Edward K a tennis ball sized hickey and his mother threatened to take him to hospital for a rash!”

- eddie forgets Richie isn’t in the room with him and usually ends up shouting at the intercom for him to shut up

- Richie watches the security cameras when the losers club walk down the halls and plays ‘bust a move’ by young dmc as they walk to class to make them feel and look cool

- “I should be a director, cos damn I’m good”

- Richie waits for Stanley to walk into school one day before aggressively hissing into the microphone: “Stanley Uris! This is god speaking, you will be smited down where you stand if you do not apologise to Richard Tozier for your traumatic actions last Saturday evening whilst playing a rather competitive game of TWISTER!”

- Stan just flips off the security camera

- “you cheATED AND YOU KNOW IT YOU LITTLE SHI-“ the principal finally got the mic off of him for a little while after that

anonymous asked:

am I the only one that thinks Richie without his glasses is like Velma without hers? like if his glasses were knocked off, I feel like he wouldn’t see anything. DO YOU SEE HOW THICK HIS PRESCRIPTION IS?? THIS BOYS EYES DOULBE IN SIZE!!

ok but one time, Henry broke Richie’s glasses on purpose and the next day, Richie had to go to school without his glasses for the first time
when the other Losers first saw him they were like “wow richie you look damn cool, did you put eye contacts or something??” and Richie would be like “who…. who is talking to me…. who is there for god’s sake

he would also make flirty comments to their math teacher (a horrible grumpy old lady) thinking it’s their pretty english teacher, but also high-fiving Henry because he thought it was Bill, just after he insulted his mother

also:

Eddie: Richie. You have your hand on my butt.

Richie: uM?? whO IS TalKing??? i canT SEE anything IM SORRY SIr

Cats and Dogs

Originally posted by hellosarang

Note: Originally was just a college au but I incorporated the animal hybrid element because why not.  Also, I’m sorry if this is disjointed but I was literally working on this from 5 different angles.  I’ll be better next time hunnies.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Rating: NC17
Warnings: hybrid!au, frottage, masturbation, voyeurism, slight name-calling/insulting (not in a sexual way though)
Genre: Smut
Word count: 4723

[Mini-Masterlist]

Summary:  When you skip your yearly heat, it causes a different kind of friction between you and that perpetual, thorn-in-your-side mutt named Kim Taehyung. (cat!girl/dog!boy au)

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You should have never engaged Kim Taehyung while you are going through physical difficulties, but he is an expert at egging you on.  The dog hybrid might be a slacker in class, but he’s absolutely conscientious when it comes to pissing you off.  It also doesn’t help that this is the first time in years where you’re late for your heat by a whole month.  Usually you are on-the-dot regular, but with graduation looming and the overwhelming fact that you’ll have to go out into the Real World soon, you’re on edge, and not a little bit stressed out.  

Even Jimin and Jungkook, your two best friends who have been with you from the cradle to adulthood, have taken pains not to be around you too much because you’ve taken to being a little…extreme with your words and actions as of late.  (Read: You were being a Bitch.)  

But Taehyung just doesn’t know when to stop irking you.  

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TMNT x Reader!

Imagine ending an unhappy relationship to be with your favorite turtle. You end up moving into the lair and spend the next few months in happy bliss…until, that us, your ex is targeted by one of the turtles enemies and you end up bringing him to the lair.
Imagine your ex talking bad about you in front of the turtles, thinking that Casey is…

“Leonard. Or something like that. Anyway, I haven’t seen her since we broke up.” Ex said, rolling his eyes as he watched Casey.
Leonardo is pretty much ignoring him.
You had told him enough about the relationship to make him understand that this guy was a total jackass. A jackass he has little to none interest in.
He instead focuses on his katanas, calmly sharpening them as Adam continued.
“I mean, I’m better off without her anyway, probably would have ended up dumping her anyway.”
Sure you would, kid. Leo simply smiled as he inspected his blades carefully.
“She was a slut anyway.”
He wasn’t smiling anymore. Anger flooded his veins as he attempted to compose himself as best he could.
“What did you just call her?” he hissed.
His voice was low and deadly, something his brothers would pick up on any day. This idiot however, did not.
“What’s it matter? It’s not like you’re-”
“Leonardo. My name is Leonardo.”
He was looking over the ex now, his blue eyes glinting with anger.
“And you will NOT speak about her like that.”
“Wait…she left me for a God damn turtle?!”
“No. She left you for a man.”

“I dunno, some loser. Went on and on about how she was sick of me and wanted someone better.”
Raph couldn’t care less about this loser.
He might of been, if he hadn’t of known how freaking awful this guy had been to you. Sleeping around, breaking your heart, and always blaming you for it.
Fucking asshole.
“And I’m just like, good luck with that! I mean seriously…” He said, eyeing Casey with disdain.
Doesn’t this guy ever shut up?
“Who’d want a bitch like her?”
Oh, hell no.
Raphael is standing over him in a second, his hulking form looming over the ex.
“Me.” He growled, his fist slamming into the wall just about Ex’s head.
It took him a minute, but once he made the connection, he turned ghost white on the spot, trembling just a little. He couldn’t even speak.
Good. Someone needed to shut him up.
“Don’t ya ever, EVER, call her that agian, ya understand me? Ya ain’t fit to even look at her, ya little punk.”

“Donald or Doyle, I don’t know! I just know she fucking walked out on me.”
Donatello is done.
This guy was the “worst mistake of your entire life” (your words, not his) and yet, here he was, acting like you owed him something.
He’s trying to stay calm, he really is. But right now?
He was mad enough to make Raphael look like a little kitten. And that was saying something.
“I don’t care really, she can do what she wants.”
Yes she can, now please shut up.
“But she could have at least put out once. God knows she opened up her legs fast enough for Dewey.”
Donatello stops. And stands up, slowly turning around to face him.
“I’ve noticed a few flaws in your argument here, maybe you need my help. First off, don’t act like you were innocent in the relationship, you know damn well that you weren’t treating her right. You deserve to be walked out on. Secondly, you most certainly do care, because otherwise you wouldn’t be complaining to ME about it. And thirdly, she didn’t owe you sex or anyone else for that matter, it’s HER choice. And…”
He was standing tall know, proudly looking down on the man who had caused you so much pain, staff in hand. Ex, at this point, was frozen in fear and probably regretting every choice in his life that had led up to this moment.
“The name is Donatello.”

“I have no clue. I just come home one day, her shit is gone and she’s like, bye. Three years down the drain, just like that.”
And who’s fault was that?
The one who lied and cheated and went around his girl’s back with her best friend? Or the the one who tried to make it work, tried to fix things?
Michelangelo is fuming inside, trying to keep control. He can’t stand that this guy is spewing shit like this about HIS girl but he doesn’t know what to do.
It’s your ex, your battle, right?
“I mean, if she was so desperate, she could have just asked me, I would have taken care of it.” Ex said, putting out his cigarette.
Considering what you told Mikey about this jerk’s skill, not freaking likely.
“Just can’t wait to watch this guy fuck her and leave her-”
It was the straw that broke the turtle’s back.
“Like Hell I will!”
Mikey lept over the couch, storming over to the guy, fists clenched and itching to take those nunchucks and slap some sense into him. But he held back.
By some miracle, he didn’t kick Ex’s ass all the way to Mars.
“Lemme tell you something, buddy. Y/N is smart, sexy, and a million times better than you! She was too good for your stupid self and you fucking know it.”
He pushed the guy back onto ass, which only served to freak him out even more.
“So why don’t YOU do us all a favor and shut the hell up?”

Beauty Behind Madness

Request: “HMYGOSH since I am a Pennywise trash (yeah, sorry, I’m a weird human being) I LOVE YOUR PENNY IMAGINES SO, SO, SO MUCH! Could you write something like… The reader is really unstable, she doesn’t want to exist anymore in this town, she wants to watch Derry burn, although she’s weak. Suddenly she stumbles upon Pennywise. After a pep talk she clearly sees that It understands her. I don’t know… like… fluff… (I know normally you watch out for a creepy clowns, but… LeT’s Be ClEaR hErE)”

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

A/N: This is kind of lengthy but hopefully you all still love it

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, abusive alcoholic father and suicide attempt

Originally posted by nimrodcustard

Originally posted by 6luh

The bell rung, the school day had finally come to an end and boy were you happy. Let’s just say you were pretty popular at school, every girl wanted to be you and every guy wanted to have you. You finished putting your homework and books in your backpack when your group of four friends approached you.

“Hey Y/N you coming to the party later?” Your friend asked.

“Yeah but if anything changes I’ll let you all know.” You replied with a smile.

“Okay we’ll see you later!” Another friend said happily.

“Bye Y/N.” They all waved.

“Bye girls.” You said waving at your four friends before exiting the school.

You had only made it down the block when you noticed Henry Bowers and his group, “The Bowers Gang” messing with the Losers’ Club their rivals. You thought it was stupid. Why couldn’t Henry just leave them alone? They’re just kids for God sakes.

“Henry!” You shouted.

You caught his attention right away just like everybody else’s.

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