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prose-for-hire · 3 years

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UC Sunnyhell: Part Two

Hell is a place on Earth

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Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: College AU where Spike is the campus bad boy who secretly is a softie that writes poems and reader is the new transfer who just moved into Spike's apartment since it was the only available room on campus (no one wants to willingly live with Spike). Spike constantly having one night stands over, reader always trying to study. Things appear to go from bad to worse.

Originally requested by: @sunflower-stan

Other tag: @fictionalhoomanofnowhere

Warning: Sex references. Swearing.

The first semester had been and gone by this point. You were settling into life at UC Sunnydale, found your friendship group in Buffy and the others. But one thing you still weren’t accustomed to, was living with Spike. He was hard to get along with at the best of times but living with him was a whole different thing.

He appeared to stay up most of the night and sleep well into the afternoon. He played loud punk music almost every waking hour and he smoked like a chimney. He never appeared to listen to a word you said and he pretty much did the opposite from whatever you said or thought anyway.

It was becoming really hard to live with him. Especially when he seemed to do everything he could to make you want to move out. He found it easier to live alone. To hide in the depths of what he knew than

Because of your current living situation you had started to branch out and pursue some of your interests. It beat staying in all the time and you really wanted to find someone that you could relate to.

You were a fan of musicals and the theatre. Poetry and literature. You liked reading and the way a writer could weave such intricate feelings. Scenes and spoken word able to explain your own feelings better than you ever could.

Your new friends didn’t really share your enthusiasm – even Willow was more into science and computers. Although your friend group were kind enough to listen to the way you spoke about your interests. They certainly didn’t make you feel bad about expressing your passions. But they just didn’t share your love and so you began to try to search out people that you could connect with. On some kind of deeper level.

You had been frequenting different bars that held open mic nights. Watching plays and listening to monologues. Letting the intricate wordplay wash over you. It could make you feel so many emotions. So many feelings were conjured.

Your favourite were the open mic nights. You pretty much never got up yourself, you usually would just listen. You were working yourself up to performing something of your own. You wrote things too it was just a matter of working on your performing skills. You were thinking of joining the clubs, maybe to improve your confidence in your writing. In your performing.

You walked back home from a play you had watched (and cried at) to find Spike sat there scribbling something. It was the first time you had ever seen him actually writing or appearing to do any work.

You were about to make a snide comment about it and then he noticed your presence. He almost jumped five feet in the air in surprise. He then hid the notebook behind his back and immediately got up to leave now you had returned. He left muttering something about you being a nosy bitch.

Spike had taken the opportunity, while he finally had time where he felt comfortable since you had actually left the house for once to write. This was something he didn’t like people knowing about. He wiped his eye as he stormed away. Hoping to God you hadn’t seen that. He couldn’t bear you knowing him that way. Laughing.

It was Friday evening and you had some friends over. There was a sudden knock at the front door. Spike had taken a baseball bat from his room and held it up as if he was ready to swing it.

Willow and Buffy’s eyes bulged at the object in his hand as they peaked from your bedroom doorway. Buffy was pleased they had convinced you to come to self-defence class now.

He walked slowly to the door, meeting you in the hallway skipping happily past him. He grabbed you back looking at you as if you were mad. He was expecting debt collectors. Again.

“Spike, it’s the pizza guy” You moved your shoulder from him before carrying on back to the door with the dollars in your hand, “What is wrong with you?” you muttered.

He scowled, jaw tensing as Buffy and Willow giggled at the way he had been so tense and he stormed away smacking the edge of the bat against the wall in his frustration. Leaving a small hole there.

You brought the pizzas back into your room (so you didn’t have to face spike again) and shared them out with your friends.

After you finished your meal and managed to calm yourselves down from whatever had just happened, talk of course turned back to Spike.

“So how is it… y’know…” Willow asked before mouthing “with Spike”. You hadn’t realised how much built up rage you had inside until you launched into your conversation.

“Well, I can tell you that Hell really is a place on Earth”

“That bad?”

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with him – if I even breath in his direction he has a problem with it!”

“Yeah, he’s always been a complete pig. Some people are just born evil” Buffy shrugged.

“Buffy! He’s not evil! He’s just… mean spirited”

“In the most evil way” Buffy added. She had never liked Spike. He was cruel and treated her as if she was dumb just because she was in a sorority and enjoyed cheerleading.

What you and the two girls didn’t realise, was that Spike was eavesdropping. You had all been laughing really loud and he was about to take his chance to kick Buffy and her little loser friend out. Until he found he was interested to hear what you all had to say about him.

You groaned, thinking about the way things had been. You needed to vent. So, you took the chance while you were in the company of your now closest friends.

“He’s inconsiderate and rude and also I’m pretty sure he never washes his clothes... but he always smells good. Weird”

“Totally weird”

“Well, we did like, warn you”

“And oh my God! He walks around naked all the time! There’s always some stranger he’s brought home and they are always so loud! He never studies and the plates are always piled high in the kitchen! It’s disgusting – he’s disgusting!”

“He’s always been so arrogant and gross”

“Hey, don’t wig, next year we can find a place. The four of us – right Buffy?” Willow offered, including her girlfriend. She comforted you as you caught your breath from your outburst. Willow rested her hand on your shoulder to reassure you.

“Really?” You asked with a smile as Buffy nodded. She was going to move out from her sorority so she wasn’t distracted for her last year she had already decided.

“Don’t worry, y/n. We’ll keep you sane” Buffy insisted.

Spike scoffed. The way Buffy acted as if she was saving you from him. As if he was a fate worse than death. You angered him. The way you had determined his character over a few fleeting conversations. The gossip your silly little friends told you.

You became enemy number one. Even more so than you had been before. He hated gossip and the way people would laugh behind his back. You reminded him of this every time he looked at you now, not that you knew this.

The annoyance for the other just kept growing. Yours had originally been fuelled by your friends rumours, but his actions were now getting worse. Spike was seething at your dismissive tone against your character. He didn’t even want a roommate, he only agreed the landlord to put the room up so he didn’t put up the rent again.

So he decided to try and make you leave. Properly this time. He didn’t care anymore, you reminded him of everyone out there. Everyone that he hid himself away from. Distanced himself from.

The tension rose uncomfortably. He was more rude. More gross. And he made sure to do everything he knew that he could to annoy you. It was petty, he knew it, but he knew it would get a rise out of you.

One afternoon, you had been scraping off some congealed red liquid that you had been concerned was blood. He hung out with a weird crowd, you only hoped some poor thing hadn’t been exploded in there. Although, upon further inspection it appeared to be tomato soup. But you would probably embellish the story a little to your friends.

You washed your hands and scowled at him. He had moved to lean against the doorway and just watch you clean.

“God, Spike, you’re so lazy”

“’Scuse me?”

“You don’t clean, you don’t study – what exactly do you do with your life?”

He was affronted by this. By the way you spoke to him. How he felt like you acted like you were better than him. In your frustration you didn’t care what he thought. He just didn’t care. You were trying to live your life.

He could hear Buffy or even Angel’s voice through your own. The way they had always berated him.

“And what? I should be like you? You’re not exactly making a proper go of it are you? Haven’t seen you do much of anything ‘cept follow them brainless bints around the shop. When you’re not doing that you sit in your room as life passes you by, livin’ through your little Musical shows rather than living in the real world - You’re boring. You’ll live your pathetic little life, stuck in your lame little ways until you die”

“Spike-”

“You’re all the same! You and your preppy little band of misfits looking down your noses at everyone and yet you can’t see the obvious, can you? You’re so bored with your pathetic, frigid little lives that you have to make it my bloody problem!”

You decided, seeing as that’s how he viewed you that you would treat him exactly like that. Like he treated you. Things got worse.

He started to invite people over all the time. You would call it a party but there was nothing celebratory about it. You were confined to your room most of the time as they all laughed and screamed along to their music. They were always drinking and playing music no matter what time of the day you saw them.

You usually avoided them, locking your door, but you had needed to slip out of your room for a moment.

“Who’s this?” One of the guests pointed you out as you tried to make it to the bathroom without anybody noticing you. Now everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Oh don’t mind them, they’re just for show hasn’t had an original thought their entire life” Spike shrugged.

“Aw, no, Spike. Another mindless automaton” One of his friends spoke up and he laughed. It was a cold laugh, there was no humour in it.

“Do you, like, want to-”

“Don’t, love. They’re nobody” Spike stopped the blonde girl from speaking to you more kindly than the rest. They all laughed at this and began to tease you.

You left, slamming the door and you heard them laughing, jeering at you for your reaction. It made tears sting the back of your eyes. You collected yourself, shrugging on your jacket. You walked to a place you knew you would be welcome.

You knew that you weren’t going to get on. But this was getting out of hand. You hated him. Hated the way he treated you. The way he judged you, despite him knowing exactly how that feels.

As you thought this, he appeared to be thinking the same thing. Which made Spike scoff and frown. Was he really better than any of the people he hated? He shook that thought away. Downing his beer and looking for another rather than reflect.

You had called Buffy on your way over and she had been quick to contact the entire group to tell them there had been a major incident. Everyone piled around to her dorm room so that they could support you. You had sounded upset on the phone.

You explained everything that had happened and they all comforted you the best that they could. Xander then showed you the stack of films he had brought to try to cheer you up. He had even found some Musicals just for you.

Buffy explained that she had called Angel but he says he’s sorry but he’s busy right now. Buffy appeared disappointed and when you asked her about it she explained. They used to date when they were seniors in college but they had broken up despite still both having feelings for each other.

She explained it had seemed the right thing to do at the time, but now she wished they were back together. You insisted that you would make it your mission to help them get back together which made Buffy grin at you. She really did value your friendship.

As the night wore on your friends began to discuss the idea of you taking your revenge on Spike. It had made you laugh as they suggested ridiculous pranks and ideas that wouldn’t bother him at all. But then they began to take it more seriously. Insisting that you should get even.

You said you weren’t sure. And left it at that. But they thought you had better do something or he wouldn’t stop.

You eventually went back to a trashed house after staying for the weekend with Buffy. You stared at the mess. Maybe you would have to do something.

It had been unusually quiet the few days prior and you should have known better than to hope he had stopped. You had heard a girl, one of Spike’s partners that came around more than most (Harmony but her sex noises were nothing close to harmonious). She explained that if they were to have a threesome it would have to be boy-boy-girl. Apparently, neither of them had been able to swing Charlize Theron.

You had overheard this conversation over breakfast one morning on. A rare occasion they were both awake (they hadn’t gone to sleep yet). You had immediately spat out your food in disgust of their blunt discussion.

It had been perhaps in slight exaggeration but you felt like you were allowed. You were fine with people having sex and having fun but you really didn’t want to have to hear about it over your breakfast. They could have at least let you rub the sleep from your eyes first.

He had scoffed at you at the time and now he had set this up seemingly just to rub you up the wrong way. As opposed to the right ways he was rubbing his partners.

He tried to push the thought down that this had been solely planned because of you. With you in mind. To get a reaction from you. Because that would start him questioning his intentions. His actions. How you made him so angry it was now near obsessive.

So, it appeared they had finally agreed on the logistics of it. And were now giving you a live audio performance. On some random Thursday afternoon just as you had settled down to study.

You swore they were doing it on purpose. Being as loud as possible just to get a rise out of you.

You pounded on the door. You could smell sex from where you were stood out on the landing. He opened the door and stale cigarette smoke appeared to pour out of the room with him. He had opened the door almost immediately. As if he had been waiting.

“Spike!”

“Problem, pet?”

“I don’t care that you’re having sex, the walls are just so thin – I have an exam coming up can you just be quiet? Or go to one of your, uh, friends’ houses…”

“Mm, someone’s jealous”

“I’m not-”

“Just ‘cause you’re not bloody gettin’ any” He prodded before he thought about it a moment, changing tac, “Oh no. I know what this is… You want me, you need me…” He teased, knowing it would make you flustered.

“I just- I just want to-”

“If you wanted a taste all you had to do was ask” He smirked, moving his hips slightly and moving his head smugly along with his words. Drawing your attention to his naked form. The people in his bed were calling him back and you were just staring at each other. All he was wearing was a single silver chain around his neck. He was attractive, you couldn’t deny this and he knew it too.

You were both furious at each other. Silently trying to gain the upper hand.

“You’re a pig, Spike!” You suddenly screamed, stepping towards him angrily. Which made him smile and just close the door in your face. That was what he had wanted. To get such a big emotional response from you.

You were so angry you threw one of your precious book at his now slammed shut door. He winced at the name you had used, one often used against him by people like Buffy. She even managed to get to him in his own home. You angered him. You angered him.

But he turned back and the noises started up again and you knew for sure that they were doing it on purpose now. It was getting louder and louder. He couldn’t be that fucking good, you were sure of it.

You ran into your room and rummaged through the stack of CDs you had brought with you, selecting the perfect accompaniment. The soundtrack from your favourite musical. You turned the volume up fully and let the entire score play out.

You never wanted to see his stupid smug face again.

#UC sunnyhell #Spike btvs #Spike x reader #Spike imagine #Spike x you #btvs #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #btvs x you #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #gender neutral #gn #college au

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just-jordie-things · 4 years

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I’ll Go With You - Richie Tozier

word count: 13,705 warnings: swearing, death/ptsd summary: Since the day she’s met him, Richie Tozier has been a flirt. And since she babysits Georgie Denbrough every day, she gets used to seeing him around. until eventually they’re hanging out on their own, and he becomes her backbone for support when something terrible happens to the little boy. (In other words: Richie’s been in love with (y/n) since he’s met her, but the timing is never right) ___

[ you’re facing down a dark hall, i’ll grab my light, and go with you // i’ll go with you ]

(y/n) was very close to the Denbrough family. She had been since she’d met Bill in the third grade. But if you were to ask her, she’d tell you that she had a stronger relationship with Georgie than with Bill himself, even though she went to school with him every day.

Georgie was just a toddler when (y/n) was first introduced to him, but no one could deny the instant pull that the little boy had for the girl. Bill had invited her over to play games on a rainy afternoon, and it was all downhill from there.

As always, George wanted to do what his big brother was doing. So he’d waddled his way into the living room where Bill (y/n) were playing Candyland, and begged to play as well.

“Georgie, n-no, go back to-”

“That’s alright,” (y/n’s) soft voice cut Bill off before he could send his brother away.

Georgie locked eyes on the stranger, afraid of her for only a moment, before feeling comfort in her kind eyes and bright smile.

“I don’t mind, why don’t you come play with us?” She offered, reaching her hand out towards the little boy standing there.

Georgie hollered with glee as he made his way over to her, taking her hand and letting her pull him to sit right next to her.

“He d-doesn’t even know how to p-play” Bill argued, a pout on his face, but (y/n) just shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, then we’ll teach him,” She said simply, and let Georgie pick which color piece he wanted to be. “How does that sound?” She asked, looking down at the younger Denbrough.

“Good!”

Georgie wasn’t great at following all of the rules, but he was able to pick his cards and move his character to the different colored spaces, and (y/n) did her best to help him and congratulate him when he did well.

By the end of the rather long game of Candyland, the child had plopped himself into her lap, finding comfort in her arms. She’d made a friend in him in just twenty minutes, and ever since he was inseparable from her.

Every day Billy came home from school he would ask if they could call (y/n) over, and how could he say no to that face?

This went on for three years, until eventually, Bill didn’t have to call anymore. She would just ride her bike home with him after school. Sometimes, she didn’t even hang out with Bill, and was dragged off by Georgie as soon as she walked in the door.

Of course, her being around the Denbrough household so much, she grew accustomed to seeing the Losers Club. Mostly Stan and Eddie, whom she’d known for as long as she’d known Bill. But as of lately, he’s been bringing Richie Tozier around more and more.

She’d known Richie since middle school. The trashmouth had made quite a name for himself, not that he was all that popular by any means, but everyone knew who he was.

She was setting up a movie in the garage for her and Georgie to watch the afternoon she actually met Richie, and had only come inside for blankets and snacks.

There was Bill, and Eddie, and this lanky boy with curly hair and the largest pair of glasses she’d ever seen, they were grouped around the TV in the living room playing video games. She’d politely said hello as she gathered the things Georgie had requested.

“Holy shit Bill, you didn’t tell me you live with a babe” Richie had said, making (y/n) laugh and Bill roll his eyes.

“Th-that’s (y/n). She d-doesn’t live here,” Bill said. “Sh-she’s here for G-Georgie”

“Nice to meet you” The girl said, sticking her hand out, only for Richie to shake it for an excessive amount of time.

“What, you that kid’s girlfriend or something?” He asked, still holding her hand.

She giggled again, and shook her head.

“No,” She said through her laughter, rather adorably. “I kinda just come over to babysit him, I guess” She says.

Richie turns to Bill and Eddie, and in full volume, says, “She’s single?”

(y/n) shakes her head at him, still laughing as she pulls her hand out of his and finally heads off to retrieve blankets.

“You look even better walking away, babe!” He calls, and can hear her snort from the other room.

Bill and Eddie roll their eyes.

“D-don’t hit on (y/n)” Bill mutters.

“What, you fancy her?” He replies in his British Guy voice.

“N-no, sh-she’s like a sister,” Bill answers. “It’s j-just weird”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “That was fucking gross”

“I dunno,” Richie shrugged, looking back at where (y/n) was collecting snacks from the kitchen. “I thought she maybe kinda liked me”

“Richie Tozier wants a girlfriend?” Eddie asks with a bark of a laugh. “Yeah right. Come on, let’s go back to the game I was just about to beat your ass”

Richie doesn’t say anything else as he goes back to playing video games. But he can’t help but be aware of every time (y/n) comes back into the house for something.

The fifth time he hears the door open, he makes an excuse that he needs a glass of water, and goes to bump into her in the kitchen.

“Hi” She smiles at him, filling her glass at the sink.

“Hey,” He replies, and awkwardly stands by her, just staring. It isn’t until she’s filled her cup with water that she gives him a weird look. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you keep coming in here to look at me”

“Oh?” She asks, already trying to suppress laughter.

This boy was weird, but… she found it endearing. And cute as hell.

“Yeah” He confirms with a nod of his head, and shoves his hands into his pockets.

“Did you think maybe I just wanted to get a glass of water because I oversalted the popcorn?” She asked playfully.

Richie hums, and pretends to think about it while eyeing the ceiling. But finally he shakes his head.

“Nope, you were definitely looking for some of this” He answered, gesturing to herself.

She bursts out laughing, in a way that almost makes him embarrassed, but then she gives him the biggest smile and shrugs her shoulders.

“Bill has some idiot friends,” She says to him, and takes a drink of her laughter. “But congratulations, you’re my favorite”

“Well of course I am babe I’m the hot one”

She’s giggling when the door to the garage swings open, revealing little Georgie who’s pouting, and crossing his arms.

“(y/n),” He whines, marching up to her and pulling on her hand. “You’re gonna catch cooties, come on I wanna finish Scooby Doo”

She giggles, pulling her hand out of his to ruffle his hair.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming” She tells him, and gives a short wave to Richie while Georgie drags her back to the garage.

“Why did he call you ‘babe’?” Richie hears Georgie ask before the door shuts. (y/n’s) laughing again, and it quickly becomes his favorite sound.

“I don’t know, honey” She answers, but they all know it’s a lie.

Richie just smiles proudly to himself, and finally goes back to playing video games with his friends.

All year (y/n) found herself bumping into Richie more and more. They don’t have classes together, but he makes it his mission to find her in the halls and pretend it’s an accident- when they both know it’s not. And in the afternoons, when she’s meant to be at the Denbrough’s to watch George while Bill goes out with his friends, Richie’s there more often than he used to be.

Bill was almost getting sick of his company. Richie was the kind of person that wears you out when you’re around him enough- and Bill was exhausted.

One afternoon, (y/n) is helping Georgie with his Valentine’s Day cards for his class, cutting out hearts and helping him write the names of his classmates neatly on them. Richie and Bill were supposed to go to the quarry, but as soon as Richie realized that (y/n) was already here, he changed his mind and said he’d rather play video games.

Bill, who had been playing video games for the past week straight, rolled his eyes.

“R-really? Again?”

“What?” Richie shrugged innocently.

“Y-you’ve done this a-all week,” Bill groaned. “You s-say you w-want to h-hang out, and th-then we just stay h-here so y-you can make goo goo eyes a-at (y/n)”

“Who’s making goo goo eyes at me?” (y/n) asked with a knowing smile, and Richie jumped about ten feet in the air as he turned to see her behind him.

“When the hell did you get here?” He shrieked, and Bill laughed at his friend.

“I’ve been here since school let out,” She answered. “Also, there’s leftover candy from Georgie’s valentines” She adds, and then goes back to the kitchen table to help Georgie with the finishing touches.

“Why are you giving away my candy?” The six year old complained when (y/n) sat back down with him.

“Because,” She hummed. “Valentine’s Day is about giving,” She told him. “But you can still eat some of it” She added in a quieter voice, and Georgie grinned as he opened up a Hershey Kiss.

“I can’t wait to give these out” He said, while carefully tracing letters on a pink heart.

“Anyone special you’re giving these to, kiddo?” (y/n) asked in a teasing voice.

“What!?”” Georgie squealed. “No!”

But the smile on his face and his rosy cheeks told her otherwise.

“Are you sure?” She drawled. “There’s not some cutie in your class that you have a crush on?”

“(y/n)! Gross!” Georgie continued to shriek at her insinuation.

“You’re lying,” (y/n) teased. “But that’s alright. You don’t have to tell me who you have a crush on,” Georgie shook his head in denial, and she stuck her tongue out at him. “I already know it’s that cute little girl… what’s her name… Jane…?”

“(y/n)!” George screamed at the top of his lungs in embarrassment, while she just laughed and looked through his assortment of valentines.

“Here it is!” She declared, finding the much prettier-looking card he’d made addressed to her. “Georgie, aw, this is beautiful,” She told him, admiring the cute way he’d drawn more hearts on the inside of the paper surrounding Jane’s name. “She’s going to love it”

Georgie took the card out of (y/n’s) hand delicately, looking at it before putting it back in the pile.

“You think so?”

“I know so honey,” (y/n) said sweetly. “Every girl wants a valentine from a cute boy,” She told him, and then poked his nose playfully. “And you are the cutest”

He giggled bashfully, shaking his head.

From the living room, Richie swore a lightbulb went off over his head, and he turned to Bill with a grin.

“Can you distract (y/n) for me?” He asked.

Bill’s brow furrowed.

“S-sure, f-for how l-long?” ___

(y/n) ended up hanging out at Bill’s house so much and became so familiar with his friends that she was one of them now, and she liked it a lot. She enjoyed cliff jumping at the quarry, and playing games at the arcade, and sneaking out for ice cream in the middle of the night.

She got to know Stan, and that he’s a really nice person under all his eye rolls and sarcastic comments.

And Eddie, the sweet hypochondriac that was afraid of anything and everything that moved.

And then there was Richie, who she came to know so well that you could ask her anything about him and she’d give you the answer. He was a trashmouth with a soft spot, who loved Street Fighter, and being with his friends. He called her pet names, and flirted with her to no end, and he always just seemed to appear around her. And she grew to love his company.

Her phone rang one night, around eleven o’clock. Late enough that she was lucky to pick it up before her parents could hear and ask who was ringing at such a late hour.

“Hello?” She whispered into the phone, holding it close to her ear.

“What’re you doing up so late, babe?” The familiar voice of Richie Tozier questioned, and she chuckled.

“Well, I could ask you the same thing,” She murmured back. “What’re you doing calling so late?”

“To see if you want to go out” He replied nonchalantly.

“Go on…” (y/n) mused.

“Well, I have quite the fucking hankering for milkshakes, so I thought I’d phone up my best girl to see if she’d join me”

She giggled into the phone, nodding her head, even though he couldn’t see her.

“Alright, I’ll meet you at the diner in half an-”

“No fucking way, I’ll come pick you up,” Richie declared. “You’re not gonna walk two miles in the middle of the night looking as good as you do. You’ll get plucked off just like all the other kids in this town”

She smiled and bit back a giggle at his short rant.

“Fine, when you get here just um… throw a pebble at my window or something”

“How romantic-”

“And I mean a pebble, Richie, if you break my window-”

“No worries babe, see you in a bit” He replied before hanging up.

He picked her up twenty minutes later and then they were off to the diner they’d been to a hundred times with the others. But never just the two of them.

Actually, they never did anything just the two of them.

“So this is like our first date, huh?” Richie asked after they’d ordered their milkshakes.

“Right,” She monotoned sarcastically. “Sure”

“It absolutely is, little miss attitude”

“Richie,” She spoke affectionately, but her brows crinkled. He looked at her, waiting for her to continue, but she gave up on trying to find the right words, and leaned over the table to pluck the cherry from the top of his milkshake. “I’m taking your cherry” She announced at the same time, and popped it in her mouth.

“You’re a dork, no wonder you’re friends with Bill” Richie snorted, and she flicked the stem at his face.

“You’re friends with him too” She argued.

“Well you were friends with him first,” Richie retorted, the both of them laughing. “Guess that makes me a dork too then”

She nodded in agreement.

“You absolutely are” She said, almost lovingly, before taking a drink of her milkshake.

Richie smiled back at her, their eyes locked as they sat in silence for a moment.

He’d never really like anyone this way before. The crushes he’d had growing up were fleeting and pointless. He’d never wanted to actually be with someone, not in the way he wants to be with (y/n). His friends teased him relentlessly for actually falling for someone, but Richie paid them no mind.

(y/n) was different. She was kind, and sweet, and beautiful inside and out- she was all of these lovely things wrapped up in a package with a bow on it. There wasn’t a single thing about her that Richie didn’t love.

The diner kicked them out at half past midnight, since they had closed at midnight, and were tired of these kids sticking around.

So Richie and (y/n) leisurely made their way back to her house, Richie walking her home without question.

He was quiet for a while, and it wasn’t until (y/n) realized she’d been talking the whole time that she caught on.

She looked over at him, catching his eyes on her, and her brow furrowed.

“You’re quiet, are you alright?” She asked. “Do you feel sick? Is it a fever? Are you going to die?” She began to tease him, poking his side and making him laugh.

“No- n-no, just th-thinking” He stammered back.

“You sound like Bill now, what’re you thinking about?” She asked.

He looked nervous, his eyes could barely meet hers, and he was fidgeting with his hands.

“I- uh…” He cleared his throat. “I want to- um- holdyourhand”

Richie spoke so fast she almost didn’t catch it, but a smile broke across her face and she reached her hand out towards his, her fingers gently skimming over his.

“You didn’t have to ask” She said softly, and when Richie looked down at her there was a blush adorning her cheeks.

He smiled back, in an anxious sort of way, and linked his fingers through hers.

They talked the rest of the way home, their conjoined hands swinging between them. The walk was longer than it needed to be, not that either were complaining. They were both stalling, and finding ‘shortcuts’ that would add a few extra minutes to their trip.

It was closer to two am by the time they’d wandered back into (y/n’s) yard for her to climb back into her room.

“Thanks for calling, Richie,” She told him. “I had a fun night with you”

He grinned back at her.

“Of course you did babe, I’m delightful”

She chuckled, and didn’t want to inflate his ego anymore than she already had tonight. But she agreed with him anyways.

“Goodnight” She whispered with a sweet smile.

“Night” He replied, and watched to make sure she climbed back through her window safely.

She gave him a wave as she shut off her lights and closed her window. Richie waved back, and took off towards his own house. He already wanted to do it all over again. ___

For such a dreaded occasion, you look beautiful, Richie thinks.

She’s standing in the middle of the Denbrough’s living room, wearing a black dress that falls nicely to her knees. Her hair falls naturally around her face, her poor, grief stricken face.

She’d come over long before any of Bill’s other friends, but the family wasn’t surprised to see her at their doorstep, bright and early for the wake.

When her eyes land on his, she walks over to him right away.

“Richie-“ Her voice failed her as she reached him, and he gave her a sad smile.

“Hey, babe,” He murmured to her. “How're you holding up?”

He knew the answer, but he asked anyways because he cared about her.

“Oh,” She mumbled, and cleared her throat of the tears. “You know, uh, terribly”

He reached his hands out to her, about to step forward and hug her, but he was denied the chance before he could.

“(y/n),” Bill walked over to her, and hugged her right away. “Th-thanks for c-coming this morning” He said through his tears.

(y/n) might have been crying all day, but Bill hasn’t stopped sobbing since he heard the news.

“Of course” She said softly, patting his back before pulling away.

“W-we’re gonna head o-out soon,” Bill said to the two of them. “Shouldn’t b-be too much l-longer”

“Okay,” (y/n) said softly. “You should go be with your parents, I’ll be alright”

“You s-sure?”

“Yeah, Richie will keep me company” She said, and Richie nodded, stepping forward to be by her side.

“Alright, I-I’ll see you g-guys later”

Bill went back to join his parents, while (y/n) and Richie waited around until the wake was finished so they could go to the funeral service.

They didn’t talk much, but Richie didn’t leave her side once, which she was more grateful for than he’d ever know.

When they did go to the service, she asked him to sit with her, which he immediately obliged.

There was quite some time before the service started, where the guests were getting settled, and during this time it took (y/n) everything in her power to breathe normally, and not start crying again.

When the ceremony started, so did the tearflow.

She had to cover her mouth with her hand so that she didn’t make any noise and disrupt the scene, but Richie still caught it.

He looked over at her, a frown on his face at how torn apart she was by this. He was hurting too, he’d loved Georgie and couldn’t believe what had happened, but (y/n) was falling apart at the seams right in front of him.

She turned to him, having caught his stare.

Her hand fell from her mouth, and she wiped at the tears under her eyes.

“Richie?” She whispered quietly as not to disrupt the service.

“Yeah?” He leaned closer to be more private.

“Will you hold my hand?”

Her voice cracked, with her tears in her throat it was hard to whisper and still be audible. But she knew Richie heard her, because he nodded, and took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers and squeezing it gently.

“You didn’t have to ask” He told her softly, and then wrapped his other hand around hers as well, clasping it safely.

He had no idea that he was absolutely grounding her to reality right now. Even if it was a shitty reality.

She was still crying, but the tears fell silently, and her breathing had evened out.

It was hard to watch Bill deliver his eulogy. Harder than watching his parents speak. He was a mess, crying and blubbering, stuttering far more than he usually did. (y/n) wanted to run up and hug him and help him- but she settled on leaning closer to Richie, and squeezing his hands a little tighter.

Richie lifted her hand and pressed his lips to the back of her knuckles, before dropping it back to his lap and running the pad of his thumb over them, a rhythmic, soothing feeling.

Once the service was over, and the guests were standing to either sneak out or pay their respects to the Denbroughs, (y/n) stayed seated.

Richie sat with her, patiently waiting for her to say something, do something. The state she was in was starting to scare him, with her glossy eyes trained ahead of her, and her body unmoving.

“(y/n)?” He murmured, finally gaining her attention, and she looked at him, with the most fear he’d ever seen in her eyes. “Do you, um, want to stay here awhile?” He asked her, “I’ll stay with you, if you do. Unless you want me to go, th-that’s fine too”

“No,” She said quickly, shaking her head. “Please, um, stay, we can go” She said, smoothing out her dress as she stood from her seat.

“Do you want to go outside?” He asked quietly, standing with her.

The grave was already dug and refilled, seeing as there wasn’t much to put there, besides an empty coffin. Other guests had already passed through and paid their respects, many of them bored of the occasion. Children died every day in Derry, the loss of Georgie Denbrough was hardly shocking.

(y/n) nodded, and Richie’s hand laid on the small of her back as they walked out of the funeral home together. She walked so closely next to him that her shoulder kept on knocking into his. After the fourth time she stopped apologizing for it, because he’d assured her he didn’t mind.

Their steps began to slow down as they approached the cemetery, and a part of her wanted to dig her heels into the ground before she could see it. To turn around and run away until she was far enough that she forgot completely.

But she wrapped her own arm around Richie’s middle, and kept moving forward.

There were only a few people left at the grave, and she stopped just a few feet in front of it. The earth fresh on top of it, dirt and grass tousled underneath the pile of flowers and teddy bears.

Her chest began to heave again, and she wrapped both arms around Richie’s torso without thinking about it, clinging onto him tightly. He couldn’t have pushed her off even if he wanted to.

And he didn’t. He held her close, tucking her head against his chest and rubbing her back in circles while her tears dampened the material of his suit jacket.

Bill was sat next to the grave, knees pulled close to his chest. He looked to be all out of tears, and was left to just stare at the marble stone in the ground. It was heartbreaking.

The adults that were left, maybe six or seven of them, were void of emotion. No tears, no whimpers, and the frowns they wore seemed to be unamused rather than saddened. It was heartbreaking as well, but mostly just sparked a rage in (y/n) that she’d never felt before.

“There’s not even a body,” her voice came out in a whimper. “How can there be a grave if there’s no body-”

Richie hugged her impossibly tighter, and rested his cheek against the top of her head as she buried her face into his shirt. She couldn’t bear to look at the sight any longer.

“I know, honey” He murmured into her hair.

“It’s not fair” She wept.

“I know,” Richie said again. “I know it’s not”

He wished he had the magic words that made her feel better, or at least get her to stop crying. But he knew there were no such thing, and that the hurt she felt would linger inside her for the rest of her life. Maybe it’s presence would weaken over time, and she would be able to go about her life, but she’d never forget this pain.

They stood there for maybe another twenty minutes, while (y/n) reflected on every minute she’d ever spent with Georgie, and Richie comforted her quietly in his arms. And when she was ready to go, he draped the jacket of his suit over the girl’s shoulders and walked her home, hand in hand.

She hugged him again at her doorstep, catching him right before he could turn away to leave. It caught him by surprise, she’d grabbed him so fast, but he reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close again.

He wanted to hold her all the time.

“Thank you” She mumbled into his shoulder.

“For what?” He asked, pulling away to look at her.

“Just for- for being there, today, with me,” She answered, a watery smile on her lips. “It meant a lot” She added in a smaller voice.

He nodded his head, returning the smile.

“Call me if you need anything okay? Anything,” He told her, and she nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you later, babe”

With that, he pressed a lingering kiss on her forehead, and headed off. ___

It took a while for (y/n) to open up to her usual self. The rest of the school year was difficult, especially as more and more children started to go missing, and presumed dead. But by the time summer vacation rolled around, she’d grown used to it, and Richie could tell she was starting to move on.

They’d decided to go to the Barrens, Bill decided anyways. And no one was about to tell him there was no use.

So here she was, taking off her shoes and socks to walk through the shitty water with Bill and Richie. Stan and Eddie had decided against going into the sewers, finding it repulsive, which was understandable.

But Bill was hellbent on getting to the bottom of all the crazy shit going on, and (y/n) needed answers as well.

Richie only went because he goes where (y/n) goes. And if she wanted to walk through sewer water then… so be it, he was there right by her side.

“That’s greywater!” Eddie hissed.

“What the fuck is greywater?” Richie retorted, picking up a large stick floating in the water.

“It’s basically piss and shit- I’m just saying!”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to Eds” (y/n) told the anxious boy while Richie threw god-knows-what towards him.

(y/n) gave the boy a look at the action, since Eddie had screamed and was still freaking out as the item splashed in front of him.

“What?” Richie asked her innocently.

“Come on,” She said, reaching out and grabbing his hand before he could bother their friends anymore. “We gotta get going-”

Before they could continue their trek into the sewers, there was a loud scream, and then a splash.

Everyone whipped around, making their way towards the commotion in the cleaner water.

“Holy shit,” Richie called out, seeing a boy there, bleeding out. “What the fuck happened to you?”

(y/n) let go of Richie’s hand to run up to him, helping him out of the water.

“You’re Ben, right?” She asked. “We had algebra together?”

He nodded, unable to form any real words as his hand clutched over his stomach. He seemed to be bleeding profusely.

“We have to help him” (y/n) cast Bill an apologetic glance.

“W-we’ll take him t-to t-town” Bill said, forgetting about searching the Barrens for now.

Richie and (y/n) helped the new boy back to their bikes.

“Thank you, (y/n)” Ben said to the girl, which made Richie scoff, and narrow his eyes a bit.

Before he could make some dumb comment, (y/n) tugged on his shirt and pulled him away.

“I helped too” He muttered, and she giggled as she got on the back of his bike.

“I know” She replied while everyone made their way back into town.

“The fuck does he think he is-”

“Calm down,” She laughed, setting her chin on his shoulder. “He’s a nice guy that needs our help”

He muttered the rest of the ride anyways, which didn’t surprise (y/n) even a little bit.

They decided that Ben would wait outside in an alley while Bill, Stan, Eddie, and (y/n) went into the Keene’s corner store to get supplies to help fix him up.

Leaving Richie and Ben outside.

“Glad to meet you before you died,” Richie said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say to him.

Ben looked up at him with a confused face, unsure what to make of this guy he just met.

“Better not be fucking hitting on (y/n/n) though” He added.

“What?” Ben asked, only getting more perplexed with every minute spent with Richie.

“I saw you two,” Richie mumbled, picking at his fingers while Ben stared at him. “Real chummy-”

“You think I have a crush on (y/n)?” Ben asked with a chuckle. “I barely know her-”

“I’m just fucking saying”

Ben rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue it anymore.

A few minutes later, (y/n), Stan, and Eddie rounded the corner, running full speed with their hands full of medical supplies. Gauze, sticky wrap, bandaids, rubbing alcohol, along with a lot of other useless items.

“Where the hell is Bill?” Richie asked while (y/n) and Eddie got to work on patching up Ben.

“He’s talking to Beverly, she helped us get this stuff” (y/n) said, using almost an entire roll of paper towels to clean up all the blood.

“She bought all this?” Richie asked, taking the roll from her so he could unwrap some at a time.

“No…” Stan trailed off.

“She distracted Mr Keene while we stole it,” Eddie said, putting on a pair of rubber gloves before grabbing the bottle of rubbing alcohol. “I didn’t want to, but Bill said-”

“Yeah, yeah,” (y/n) waved a dismissive hand. “We didn’t have any other choice”

“Damn, you’re a shoplifter now?” Richie asked, smirking down at (y/n) while she was holding up Ben’s shirt to make it easier for Eddie. “That’s hot-”

“Beep beep, Richie” Stan groaned.

“We had to,” (y/n) shrugged. “It’s not like we really wanted to”

Bill walked up a few minutes later, Beverly Marsh at his side, which seemed to make Ben brighten a little.

“Hey, new kid,” She greeted him with a smirk on her lips. “You sure they got the right stuff to fix you up?”

Ben just laughed and bashfully looked away from her.

“Alright alright, let’s get a move on. Come on Dr K, fix him up!”

“Richie, I can’t do shit when you’re distracting me with your voices-”

“Suck the wound! Get in there” Richie said, kneeling right down into the boy’s face.

“Okay, give them some space,” (y/n) said, standing up and pulling Richie back out of the way. “Doctor Eds is gonna fix him up”

“Don’t call me Eds” Eddie muttered while taping a patch of gauze over Ben’s stomach.

“It was Henry, wasn’t it?” (y/n) asked, and Ben nodded.

“Yeah, I was just walking home and they found me on the bridge…”

“Well, you’re one of us now,” Stan chuckled. “All it takes is having Bowers beat the shit out of you”

“W-welcome to the Loser’s Club” Bill said. ___

“I think that Ben has a crush on Beverly” (y/n) said quietly.

She sat next to Richie on a rock at the quarry.

They were all hanging out, with their new friends Ben and Beverly too. Beverly was sunbathing, and (y/n) couldn’t help but notice the boys’ eyes all on her.

Except when she turned to whisper to Richie, his gaze was already on her, and it made her cheeks turn pink.

“What makes you say that?”

“Look at him” She gestured to where Ben sat.

He was staring at Beverly too, but he head his head in his hands, and a lazy smile on his face.

“He’s got heart eyes,” (y/n) giggled, before looking back at Richie. “Don’t you see it?”

He let out an airy laugh, before nodding his head.

“Yeah, heart eyes” He agreed.

It made a weight lift off of Richie’s chest however. To know that Ben really hadn’t been crushing on (y/n) like he’d thought, and actually liked Beverly.

When the day came to an end, and the sun was starting to set, Ben mentioned something about the unusual disappearances in Derry, and that he’d been researching it since he’d moved here.

Richie could feel (y/n) stiffen next to him, her full attention on him as he began to explain the amount of deaths in Derry compared to the national average.

He passed out the few newspaper clippings that he’d had in his backpack.

“Do you have more of these?” (y/n) asked.

“Yeah, I have lots of stuff back at my place” Ben said.

“Can I see?” She asked again quickly.

“Y-yeah, me t-too” Bill agreed.

Next thing they knew, they were putting their clothes back on, and heading to Ben’s pace. Richie wasn’t so sure about this idea, but if (y/n) wanted to know more then he would go with her.

Ben had so much research about Derry that it was taped on his walls. Newspaper articles, pages from books, photographs, anything that had to do with the mysterious vanishings of children, Ben had it.

“Derry used to be known for it’s beaver trapping-”

“Still is, am I right boys?” Richie grinned, holding his hand up for a high five, only for Stan and Eddie to roll their eyes.

He turned to (y/n) with that goofy smile of his, and she shook her head, pulling his hand down.

“Beep beep, Richie” She said quietly, and looked back to Ben’s walls.

He could still see a smile on her lips though.

Ben went on to explain his research while (y/n) was reading. Richie was half-listening, mostly just lingering by (y/n) until she realized this was pointless and they could go.

“Look at this,” She whispered to him, pulling down a particular clipping that she recognized. It was the article that came out when the Denbroughs told the police that their son was missing. “It’s Georgie’s”

She had the same clipping tucked safely in her desk drawer at home.

Richie sighed, taking the paper from her hands, and sticking it back on the wall.

“You’ve read that a million times” He told her carefully, as not to strike a nerve.

She looked up at him, about to protest, but the look in his eyes told her not to. He was only trying to look out for her, to keep her from going through the same torture again.

“You’re right” She mumbled. ___

(y/n) was walking the streets late one night, clearing her head, and enjoying the nice summer weather. It had been a while where she had a clear mind, and it was nice that the only thoughts that crossed her mind were good ones. About her excitement for her classes next year, about her new friends, about Richie, it was nice.

“(y/n)?” A small, familiar sweet voice called.

She stopped in her tracks, looking around in the dark for the owner of the voice.

“Yeah?” She called, trying to follow the sound. “Georgie?” She called in a softer voice.

“(y/n), help me!” His voice shouted now, a panicked sound that made her heart beat out of control in her chest.

“I- I’m coming! Where are you?”

She ran as fast as she could towards his voice.

“Georgie! George where are you?” She called.

But the streets were empty, and she could hardly see a thing.

She screamed his name nonetheless, desperate to find him, wherever he is.

“(y/n)!” He pleaded. “(y/n) please! He’s got me!”

It wasn’t fair, the faster she ran, the further away she felt from him. His screams beginning to sound like echos.

“Georgie where are you!? Georgie!”

“Right here”

She spun around as the voice seemed to whisper in her ear, but he wasn’t there. There was nothing there.

“Hello?” She whispered, her panic for George morphing into a fear of whatever it was that was doing this to her. “What is this? What’s going-”

“Are you afraid, little girl?” It spoke again, but it didn’t sound like Georgie anymore. This new voice was high pitched, and gravelly.

“N-no-”

“Boo!”

Suddenly a clown lept in front of her, which was terrifying enough on it’s own. What made it truly scare her, was the arm that hung from it’s shark-like teeth. A little body connected to it, clad in a bloodied raincoat, and a paper boat in his hands. The arm was beginning to sever, as the clown chomped rather harshly, separating it completely from the little boy’s body.

“Georgie!” (y/n) screamed as his limp body fell at her feet.

(y/n) shot up in bed with a scream, heaving in a cold sweat as the image replayed in her head, on a traumatizing loop.

She was quick to scramble out of bed, and pick up the phone on her bedside table. Her hands were shaking so bad that she almost couldn’t punch in the only number she knew by memory.

But it rang, and a few seconds later, Richie picked up.

“Hello?” He sounded tired, and his voice had that low scratchy sound it always had when he was tired.

“R-Richie- I- I-” Her voice was wobbling and stuttering so much he couldn’t hardly make out what she was saying, just that she was scared, and crying.

“(y/n)?” He spoke, “What happened? Are you okay?”

“N-n-no th-there was- a clown- and his arm- and Georgie-”

“I’m coming over”

“B-but my parents-”

“Babe, I can hardly hear you, I’m coming over”

“Okay” She whimpered, the first word that wasn’t choppy.

“I’ll see you in a little bit, okay?”

“Okay” She said again.

She sat on the floor, between her bed and window, with her lamp turned on so she wasn’t surrounded by darkness. And waited.

Richie showed up in record time- nine minutes- and didn’t even have to knock on her window before she was shooting up from the floor and unlocking it.

“Hey, Juliet-”

He’d barely spoken before she was yanking him inside, wrapping herself around him so completely and fell to the ground.

Her arms were wound around his neck as she was sat between his legs on the floor, her own legs wrapped around his hips, and her face buried into her neck.

“Look babe, I’m used to girls throwing themselves at me, but I can’t breathe” He joked.

She let go of him, still sat on the floor between his legs, and he could see now that whatever happened, had really shaken her up.

“What was it?” He asked, brushing her tangles of hair out of her face. “A nightmare?”

Her eyes fell shut as she nodded her head.

“It- it was so bad,” She said softly, voice cracking. “It- it had Georgie-”

“Who had him?” Richie asked, his brow furrowing.

“The clown,” She told him seriously. “It was a clown, and he- he- he ate him” She whimpered.

Richie was still confused by her bad dream, but he knew that it freaked out, so he continued to pet her hair.

“It’s alright,” He hummed. “It was just a bad dream, (y/n)” He told her, staring at her seriously.

“But- but it was so real,” She cried softly. “I could feel it breathing down my neck, Richie-”

“It’s not real” He whispered. “It’s not real, it can’t hurt you, okay?” One of his hands laid on her cheek, his thumb gently stroking over her cheekbone. “Do you understand me? It can’t hurt you,”

She sniffled, and nodded her head shakily.

“I promise,” He said, leaning in closer. “I know it was scary, but it’s gone now”

“But what if it comes back?” She mewled.

Richie looked at her for a moment, before letting out a soft sigh as he realized she wasn’t going to bounce back from this anytime soon.

“Then I’ll be right here,” He said. “I’ll stay with you, if you want that is”

“You’d do that?” She asked breathlessly, hope sparking in her chest.

“Yeah, of course” He answered with a small laugh.

(y/n) smiled before wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly again.

“Thank you,” She whispered as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. “Thank you so much”

“Don’t mention it, babe” He said, rubbing a hand over her back comfortingly.

The girl stayed wrapped around his body like an octopus, and Richie chuckled as he realized she wasn’t going to get up without a push.

“Alright then,” He let out a groan as he picked her up, her arms and legs still clinging onto him. “Come on, time to go back to bed”

She didn’t say anything as he shut and locked her window, and then carefully placed her back in bed, unwrapping her limbs from him.

“Do you want me to turn the light off, or leave it on?” He asked.

“You can turn it off” She mumbled out, and he did so, before crawling under the covers with her.

She stared at him for a moment while he got settled, and it wasn’t until he’d gotten comfortable under the blankets that he caught her. Her cheeks warmed up as their eyes met, and Richie seemed to study her for a moment, trying to figure out what that look on her face meant.

“Are you feeling any better?” He whispered. He was so close she could feel his warm breath on her nose.

“Yeah,” She whispered back. “A little”

“Good” He answered.

It was quiet for a minute as they laid there, staring at each other.

“Rich, can I ask you something?” (y/n) said, shifting nervously under the covers.

“Yeah” He hummed back.

“Do you think that, um... do you think we’ll go missing?”

He sighed, and reached his hand out to grab onto hers.

“No,” He said, squeezing it reassuringly. “We won’t, neither of us- or the others,” He said. “You’re not really worried about that are you?”

“I don’t know,” She murmured. “With everything happening I just can’t help but wonder if it’s bound to happen, you know?”

Richie frowned at her.

“What?” (y/n) asked softly. “I think it’s a pretty understandable fear, seeing as pretty much every other kid in this town-”

“It’s not gonna happen,” Richie said, tone low with seriousness. “Okay? I’m not letting that happen”

She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She didn’t know what to say, so instead she just moved forwards and wrapped an arm around him, laying her head against his chest.

“Okay” She mumbled back into his chest.

It was quiet again, and she thought maybe Richie had fallen asleep. It was three in the morning, and the rise and fall of his chest was slow and rhythmic, but he spoke up again.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’d do if I lost you,” He said. He almost sounded scared, and it made her heart drop to her stomach. “I’d go fucking batshit I can’t- I just can’t, alright?”

She looked up at him, nodding her head.

“You too” She whispered, a weak smile tugging on her lips.

He barely smiled back at her before she tucked herself back against him.

“Thanks for staying, Richie”

He kisses the top of your head with a featherlight touch, before cradling her close.

She doesn’t have another nightmare that night. ___

The next morning they wake up and head straight for Bill’s. Apparently the clown hadn’t only appeared in (y/n’s) nightmares, and had been torturing the other Losers too. Everyone had seen It, except for Richie, who wasn’t so sure that It existed.

They’d made a new friend, Mike Hanlon, who (y/n) was very fond of, especially when he’d said he worked on his grandfather’s farm. Richie got along with him fine, but he was tired of meeting hot guys that (y/n) could potentially grow more attached to than him. Not that he was jealous or anything...

They were piled into Bill’s garage, while he placed a map of Derry over the projector.

“N-Neibolt,” He explained. “Th-that’s where It lives”

“That’s where I saw It” Eddie mumbled.

“We have to go,” Beverly chirped in. “We have to go kill it, before it takes any other children”

“I’m in” (y/n) nodded.

“What? No fucking way,” Richie chimed in. “We’re not going to a fucking crackhouse, Bill”

Eddie agreed, profusely shaking his head, before taking a hit of his inhaler.

“W-we have t-to-”

“No, we fucking don’t,” He said with annoyed narrowed eyes. “There’s no way that you putting us through this shit-”

Before he could finish, the photos in Bill’s projector began to flicker, all on their own.

“Um, Bill?” (y/n) mumbled, standing up from her seat on the sofa. “Can you stop with the pictures?” She knew deep down that he wasn’t controlling it, but a part of her wanted him to just shut it off.

“I- I’m not-”

The boy’s eyes widened as he watched as the projection zoomed in on a picture of his mother, with her face replaced with the face of the clown that almost all of them had seen before.

“Turn it off!” (y/n) screamed at him now. “Bill! Turn it off!”

The others were watching in horror as the picture grew closer even faster. Eddie jumped up into Stan’s arms, while Beverly, Ben, and Mike were huddled in a corner. No one could tear their eyes away from the image.

“Turn it off!” (y/n) continued to yell, her own fear consumed her. “Turn it off, turn it off turn it off!”

But Bill was just standing there, in front of the picture, almost in a trance as he stared at it.

It was almost moving like a movie now, and the clown was grinning sickeningly at them, his mouth and teeth bloody.

(y/n) was tugged by her arms into a chest, before she was spun around and only had a second to catch a glimpse of Richie before he was pushing her face into his chest, keeping her so that she couldn’t see what was going on.

But she seemed to sense that the demon had leapt out of the wall, because she jumped, and Richie held her tighter, and was whispering into her ear while the others scattered and screamed.

“It’s not real,” He said, over and over, like a mantra. She wasn’t sure if it was to console her or himself. “It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real”

And suddenly there was a bright light, and the commotion and noise halted.

She was slow to pull herself away from Richie, but even when she did, his hands cupped her face, eyes scanning over her body, checking for any sort of wound or bruise.

“You okay?” He mumbled.

She pushed his glasses up the slope of his nose before they could fall off his face completely. Then she nodded her head.

“Yeah, I think so,” She breathed out. “You?”

He nodded back.

“Yeah, I think so” He repeated.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Eddie spoke up, and the pair broke apart, both of their faces equally red.

“We have to go,” Beverly spoke up before either of them could come up with something to say. “Now, while It’s not there. The kids they- they could be there now”

“How do we know It’s not there?” Mike asked.

“W-we don’t” Bill said, picking up his bike and walking it down the driveway.

No one argued, and simply followed on their own bikes. ___

“I knew this was a bad idea, I fucking told you this was a bad idea” Richie was muttering nonstop as he walked next to (y/n) into the Neibolt house.

She had been holding his hand ever since they’d gotten off his bike, and at this point he thought she might have been glued to him. She’d barely spoken a word.

The chaos happened all at once, it seemed. It was a blur.

Richie’s missing poster, Eddie falling through the first story into the basement- it felt like she was trapped in a nightmare.

Richie was right, this was a very, very bad idea.

And suddenly she was knocked to the ground by a strong swinging force, which she didn’t realize until she opened her eyes that was It’s massive arm. She couldn’t get herself to stand, so she weakly crawled backwards away from it as it menacingly walked towards her.

It wasn’t moving fast, it didn’t have the intention to kill her instantly, no. It wanted to scare her first, it wanted to make her feel like she might have the chance to get away, when they both knew she didn’t.

“(y/n)!” Richie shrieked, leaving Eddie’s side to race towards her.

Beverly got there first, screaming at the top of her lungs as she impaled a fireplace poker through it’s face.

(y/n) gasped at the sight above her, blood and black matter dripping both onto her, and floating into the air.

She didn’t know how long she was stunned, until eventually Richie and Bev were helping her up, and rushing everyone out of the house.

She must not have been moving fast enough, because Richie stopped suddenly, sweeping his arm under her legs and carrying her much hastier outside. Once they were on the lawn, waiting for Eddie’s mom to come get him, he’d set her back down.

When Ms K came for Eddie, she went on a whole spiel about how he’s not allowed to hang out with them anymore, before speeding off with him.

Just when (y/n) thought things couldn’t get any worse, Bill and Richie got into a fight.

Mike and Stan pulled Richie away before Richie could swing at Bill, who was still yelling at Richie while Ben held him back.

“Richie- Richie come on,” (y/n) said, trying to get him to calm down. “Just stop, please-”

“We can’t leave, we have to stay together, It can’t defeat us when we’re together” Beverly pleaded.

But Bill had already gotten on his bike.

“F-forget it,” He said. “N-none of you care. None of y-you c-care about G-Georgie”

“Fuck you!”

The others wildly turned to (y/n), who was the last person they expected to lash you like that. For a moment, Richie had even thought it was him. But there stood (y/n), with her middle finger pointed at her oldest friend, and a scowl on her face, and tears in her eyes that she was trying her damn hardest not to let drop.

“I loved Georgie,” She said, still shouting, but it was clear that she was choking up. “I loved him so goddamn much he- he was my brother too!”

Richie reached out to her, but she hit his hands away, eyes still angrily locked on Bill.

“It’s been six months, and ten days,” She told him. “And every. Fucking. Day. I wish it could have been me. I’d give anything to have him back a-and you kn-know it!”

Her tears began to fall, and her friends were silent as she caught her breath.

“I’m here for the same reasons as you,” She whimpered out, no longer caring if she cried. “I’ve followed every clue, searched every fucking inch of this town, and nearly gotten murdered by a clown,” She reminded him. “So fuck you for thinking I don’t care”

She finally begins to cry, and shakes her head.

“I’m going home” She mumbles, walking off down the street.

“(y/n) let me take you-”

“No thanks,” The girl declines Richie, for probably the first time ever. “I just want to be by myself for a while”

He doesn’t argue with her, because he knows better, and he knows this is a different kind of grief. But at the same time, he wants to punch Bill right in the fucking face.

And when she’s gone, he nearly does. But Mike and Stan hold him back again before he gets the chance. ___

A week went by of (y/n) doing nothing. She didn’t reach out to her friends, she barely even left her room. All she could do was sit and think about Georgie, and It, and it was suffocating. It had truly started to feel like she would die if she spent another minute trapped in her own thoughts.

And while it was clear that she was re-cycling through the stages of grief, but her parents were oblivious to the extremities of her sadness. But (y/n) had to admit she was a bit grateful, because there was nothing they could do to lift her spirits. They’d never been good at that part of the job.

The hardest part was not calling Richie.

But finally, after the week passed, he showed up.

(y/n) didn’t want to get the door, but she was the only one home, and whoever was there kept knocking, and at this point she just wanted to kick them off the property.

So you can imagine her surprise when she opened the door to reveal Richie Tozier standing there.

“Richie-”

“Before you say no, we’re going to the arcade,” He spoke so fast that his words slurred together a bit, nervous that she was going to turn him away. “Um- if- if you want to, anyways”

She was stunned for a moment, staring at him in silence, unsure of what to say.

While on the inside, her heart was bursting with joy. She’d never been so happy to see him.

“Okay,” She agreed with a shaky nod of her head. “Let me just go get dressed and get my quarters”

They walked to the arcade together, pockets full of change, and not really knowing what to say to one another. Richie had been rambling for a while now about coming close to beating his own high score on Street Fighter, but eventually he shut himself up and tried not to mention it again.

“You know I… um…” He shoved his hands into his pockets, fingers jangling around the coins to distract him from his own awkwardness. “I know it’s only been a week but I uh, I missed you, babe”

(y/n) looked up at him, even though he was too shy, and could barely tear his eyes away from his shoes. If he had looked over, maybe he’d see the first smile on her face in a while.

“I missed you too,” She told him honestly. “Got too used to seeing your dumb face everyday” She added teasingly, and gently elbowed him in the side.

He chuckled, pushing her back.

“Fuck off you love my dumb face” He retorted.

She didn’t say anything back, just continued to shove him as they walked along the street.

When they got to the arcade, she played a few rounds of Street Fighter with him, before taking a seat and just admiring him while he played. Richie always looked so focused when he played his game, his lip between his teeth and his glasses often slipping down his face from how vigorously he’d move about the joystick. It used to make (y/n) laugh, but now the sight was almost comforting.

When Richie ran out of quarters, he sat with her, drinking slushies and getting used to that warm feeling in his chest that he always got when he was around her. It had been so weird not seeing her for a week. Not talking to (y/n) was probably the toughest thing he’d ever gone through, and that was saying something, seeing as he was almost murdered a couple days ago.

He wanted to tell her that he was fairly certain he was in love with her. That there was no logical explanation for the magnetic pull he felt towards her, and that it was much stronger than just a crush. He’d used to think that she was just his first crush, and that it was okay, because she was pretty and smart and witty and she laughed at his jokes- but after a year and a half of being by her side, he knew it was so astronomically more than that. It just had to be love that he felt.

But while he was building up the courage to confess these thoughts, Bill had walked into the arcade, and interrupted the moment.

“H-hey g-guys,” He stuttered.

He was greeted with two pairs of unamused eyes. Neither (y/n) or Richie were all too excited about his surprise visit, having not made amends from the last time they saw each other.

“Look, uh, It g-got B-Beverly,” Bill said. “I-I know you’re m-mad b-but-”

“We’re coming,” (y/n) told him, already getting up. “Come on” She hissed to Richie, who was still sat at the table.

“What-!?”

“We’re going” She said in monotone, and the boy shot right up and followed them out of the arcade. ___

“Do you think we’ll need that?” (y/n) asked, walking up to Mike.

She’d been staring at the nail gun strapped to his waist for the past half an hour. She knew she was walking towards certain death- but she just couldn’t focus on anything other than that gun.

Somehow it looked very fitting and out of place in Mike’s position at the same time, and that made it all the more unsettling.

“I don’t know,” He answers, eyeing the weapon with the same amount of discomfort as she had been. “I hope not”

(y/n) can only nod her head, and turned back to see Richie wandering behind the rest of the group. It was almost like he was waiting for her to come and walk with him, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a flashlight that shone everywhere but right in front of him.

If he was waiting for her, it worked, because she walked right back to him, and stuck to his side for the rest of their venture through the sewers. He finally used the flashlight properly when she joined him.

“Are you scared?” (y/n) asked, in a quiet enough voice that no one else could hear her.

“No,” Richie shook his head, and she couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. “Are you?”

“No” She mumbled back.

And then slipped her hand into his and held on tight.

Richie squeezed it back.

It felt like a long time to get to Beverly, when the elapsed time couldn’t have been more than an hour. Despite everyone’s objections, Bill had wandered off on his own search for the girl.

Now that they were separated, (y/n) wished she’d gone with them, and her fear only grew the more she thought about him, and Bev too, being out here all alone.

“I- I should’ve apologized,” She was muttering nonstop into Richie’s ear, her hand trembling in his. “I should’ve told him I was sorry I- I didn’t mean it- I didn’t mean to hurt him and now he- he’s-”

“Alright babe, that’s enough, you gotta calm down,”

Richie stopped her by her shoulders, and nodded to the others to keep heading forward so they could have a moment of privacy.

“Bill’s a tough motherfucker, he almost broke my nose,” He told her, his eyes focused on her sincerely. “And he’s got that gun. So even if there was trouble, he can fight back, okay?”

“But-”

“No, no more buts. He’s fine. We’re all fine, and we’re all going to be fine,” He said. “Don’t beat yourself up anymore. It’s almost over”

She nods, and thanks him quietly as he takes her hand again and they hastily make their way towards the others.

“Beverly?”

Ben saw her first, floating in the air, her eyes a terrifying milky white, and (y/n) just about lost it again. Richie must’ve been able to tell, because he squeezed her hand again, and rubbed his thumb over hers.

Mike and Stan helped Ben get her down, but even when they’d brought her to the ground she was still in an unconscious state. But she couldn’t be dead, right? She still had a pulse, she was still upright, there was no way she was dead.

“Beverly, Beverly!” Ben shook the girl’s shoulders desperately, and his voice was strained in a way (y/n) had never heard from him before.

In fact, she’d never seen such emotion from him, not even the day she’d met him, half carved up and bleeding out. It broke her heart to see him hurting so much over Bev’s current state.

She opened her mouth to say something, to assure him that she would be okay and they’d find out how to fix her, but she had no idea what to tell him, and snapped her mouth shut again.

And then, Ben leaned forward, and he kissed Beverly. Right on the lips

Eddie, Stan, and Mike all winced, staring at the boy like he’d just lost his mind and done the most vile thing imaginable.

(y/n), however, watched hopefully, something inside her saying yes Ben, this will work.

She glanced up at Richie, who was too busy staring at the scene to feel her gaze on him. That spark inside her warming up, and spreading across her whole self as she looked at him now.

His brows were furrowed, and his lips were parted, completely confused as to why Ben would just kiss Bev like that. It was random, and weird, and-

- well, it worked, actually.

And that worried look on his face disappeared and was quickly replaced with relief, as he turned to mutter a thank god to (y/n), who was already staring at him. A very different kind of stare. There was a look in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place, but he knew he’d seen it there before.

The night that she’d called him over because of her nightmare. She’d looked at him like that.

He smiled softly down at her, that look making him a little nervous, and yet… like he was back at home, safe and sound.

“January embers” Beverly said, confusing everyone, except Ben apparently.

“My heart burns there too”

“There’s still a fucking clown out there guys can we maybe hurry the fuck along?” Richie just about shouted, earning himself a nudge in the ribs from (y/n).

Bill came around a few minutes later, and the relief that spread through her was that of a tidal wave. She ran towards him quickly, not bothering to see that the nail gun in his hand was no longer loaded.

“Thank god you’re okay,” She breathed out, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing the life out of him. “I’m sorry Bill- I’m so sorry about what I said, I didn’t mean it-”

“I-It’s okay (y/n),” Bill wheezed. “I-I know you d-didn’t. B-but I c-can’t b-breathe”

She let go of him, bashfully smiling while he pretended to heave.

“A-are you a-all okay?” He asked her, gesturing to the rest of the gang that was still a ways behind her. “Are y-you and R-Richie okay?”

“Yeah, we’re all fine, everything’s fine now. We got Bev back, she seems alright too. And don’t worry about Richie and I, it’s… complicated, you know”

“H-he almost s-swung at m-me. I w-would be d-dead if M-Mike hadn’t s-stepped in”

(y/n’s) brows crinkled, before saying, “Good thing you left as soon as you did”

“N-no,” Bill shook his head. “Th-the s-second time. A-after you left”

“After I left?” She repeated in a mumble.

“Y-yeah. He w-was p-pretty p-pissed since I m-made you s-so upset”

“He tried to fight you again?”

“K-key word tr-tried” Bill joked back.

(y/n) blinked, flattered and flustered all at once by this new information. She wanted to ask Bill more about it, but their friends had caught up to them, and she didn’t want to say anything in front of Richie.

“Dude, did you shoot something?” Eddie asked right away. “You shot something! You fucking shot something-!”

“Y-yeah it wasI-It” Bill said.

As if on cue, Pennywise appeared, and failed at it’s attempt to take Bill. It had thought it’d had the Losers at checkmate, but they weren’t about to let it take their dearest leader of a friend, not without a fight, at least.

RIchie’s swinging around a bat, Bill is trying to aim properly with Mike’s nail gun, Ben and Eddie have resorted to using their fists, while Stan, Beverly, and (y/n) were using items forgotten that had collected in the sewers.

Just as (y/n) raced towards it, an old metal pipe in hand, about to take a swing right at his head.

But her deafening cry was cut short when the clown took a different form. And there in front of her stood a small and dainty little boy in a bright yellow raincoat, with a missing arm.

“(y/n)!” The boy cried. “(y/n) please help me, Billy shot me- he tried to kill me”

“Georgie?” She mumbled, lowering her weapon.

“Babe- that’s not Georgie!”

Richie almost didn’t catch her in time, shoving her out of the way as It shed Georgie’s skin and lunged towards the girl with it’s razor sharp teeth bared. Richie shoved her with all the strength he could muster, before throwing his bat over his head, and smashing it down against the clown’s skull.

It stalled the demon for only a moment, but long enough that Richie could help (y/n) back to her feet and out of the way before it could attack her again.

“Are you okay? You’re alright?” He asked, hands grasping her shoulders, and then her arms, and then her hands. He was panicked, the reality of their situation, and his fear, settling in.

“Ahh,”

Pennywise was practically cooing, and with a simple swing of his arm, he flung Ben out of his sight, and grabbing (y/n) as though she was just a ragdoll.

“Gotcha!” The demon squealed with delight, shaking (y/n) in both hands proudly. “This is the thing that scares you most! This is it, this is it!”

“Let her go- let her fucking go!”

“I’m going to keep her,” It taunted, and began to stroke her head, despite her thrashing and screaming. “She’ll be my special pet, a treat, during my long rest”

“No fucking way!” Richie said, raising his bat threateningly.

(y/n) pushed and shoved, trying to free herself from Pennywise’s grasp.

She couldn’t see what happened, she didn’t even notice Bill raising the gun, but she heard it. The crack of the impact, the splintering of bones. She’d never heard an eight inch nail hit skull before, but somehow as the sound resonated, she knew exactly what had happened.

Before she could brace herself, she was thrown outwards, and landed roughly against the pile of sewer trash. She couldn’t hear what It was saying, her ears ringing too much.

And her head hurt, and she couldn’t move.

“(y/n), (y/n/n), hey,” Richie’s voice reached your ears in a panicked whisper. “Fuck, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” She said with a sharp wince. “I will be”

With a little help from Richie she was able to sit up, just in time to see the demon of her nightmares crawling into a pit, and disappearing.

“We did it?” Someone, Stan she thought, muttered.

“Is It gone?”

“It’s dead…”

“I can’t believe it worked”

(y/n’s) eyes darted up to Richie’s, who was still crouched next to her. A wide grin spread across her lips.

“Holy shit”

It was about the only thing she could think to say in the moment. Followed by her suddenly surging upwards, planting her lips on his in a surprising and far-too-quick kiss, before wrapping her arms around his neck and embracing him tightly. Her face buried into the crook of his neck, and the weight of her body almost pulling him down to the ground. He kept one hand on the cement, keeping them upright, while his other arm was wrapped securely around her waist, holding her against him for as long as they possibly could.

Even when Bill suggests they all go back to his place for the night, Richie only holds her tighter the whole way home.

His arm didn’t release her waist, and she glued herself to his side, her hand a fist in his now tattered and dirty hawaiian shirt.

Relief and comfort merged together as they left, and the further they walked, the hazier the image of the demon clown became. ___

Back at Bill’s everyone’s settled their sleeping bags around Bill’s garage, a film projected on one of the walls, which has been mostly forgotten, as almost everyone had either passed out, or trying to remember all of the events of the afternoon.

(y/n) had been resting next to Beverly, asking about what she remembered from her unconscious state, and how the deadlights had trapped her. She shared what little pieces she remembered. She’d even seen them in the future, older, and facing the same monster. But they’d promised they would come back to defeat him.

Beverly had fallen asleep, leaving (y/n) to lie awake and wonder if she will have to face it again.

After a few minutes, she slipped out of her sleeping bag, and carried it and her pillow across the room.

Richie was lying in his own sleeping bag with his eyes closed, but she knew he was still awake because his fingers were tapping rapidly against the floor. (y/n) was quiet as she crept up next to him, and laid out her sleeping bag.

The boy smiled as he opened his eyes to see her settling down at his side.

“Hey,” She whispered, sliding back into the warmth of her sleeping bag. “Can I stay with you?”

Richie nods, and tucks the edge of the bag over her shoulder to keep her warm.

“Yeah, of course,” He answered, and gave her a sweet smile. “Everything alright, babe?”

She nods back at him and carefully takes the hand that was resting on her sleeping bag. He had gauze wrapped around it, from where Bill had sliced open his palm earlier today.

“Does it still hurt?” She mumbled out, eyeing her own wrapped hand.

“No,” Richie shook his head. “You?”

“No” She repeated.

That seemed to give him some relief, as he let out a short sigh and smiled again.

“Good,” He whispered. “Everything’s going to go back to normal now”

(y/n) thought about the last year and a half. The time she’s spent having known Richie. Having been a part of the Losers Club, having met Beverly, and Ben, and Mike, and befriending them as well. Georgie’s death, his funeral, how long it took her to recover, and how Richie was at her side, for all of it. Holding her hand, telling her just what she needed to hear. She’d barely survived a week without him, she didn’t know what she’d do had she lost him to Pennywise like she’d lost Georgie.

“Yeah,” She mumbled, leaning off her pillow to rest her head on his chest, and then squeezed his hand a little tighter. “Normal”

They laid that way for a few moments, in silence, while Richie’s free hand would pet her hair, and she was about to fall asleep to the calming movement of his chest, and his steady heart beat against her cheek.

“Fuck friendship bracelets” Richie muttered, and (y/n) tilted her head back to look at him.

Her brows were furrowed, wondering what the hell he was talking about. And then his scarred hand rested overtop of hers, and she chuckled under her breath.

“You’re dumb” She whispered back, before yawning and resting against him again.

“You still love me though” He retorted.

She just smiled as she fell asleep.

“Um, hey (y/n)?” Richie spoke in an even quieter whisper, and his eyes wandered around the garage, just making sure everyone else was asleep. “Look after you, uh, kissed me- earlier- um-” His stammering was worse than Bill’s, and he had to pause so that he could form coherent words. “Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that I liked it ad I- I like you, a lot, actually”

She hadn’t said anything, and for a second, Richie thought he just made the biggest mistake of his life, and ruined what was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“(y/n)?” He called, looking down at her now, just to find that she was sound asleep.

For a moment he was embarrassed to had admitted something so important only for it to fall on deaf ears. But he took one look at her and decided that he’d tell her another time. He could wait.

She looked so calm, like finally, after six months, she was able to rest peacefully. And it was here, with him.

So he could wait.

He wrapped his arm around her a little tighter, and she made a small hum as her face nuzzled into him cozily. ___

The next day, (y/n) had decided it was time to organize through her desk drawer. The Georgie one. In it she’d shoved newspaper clippings, multiple missing posters, photographs, drawings he’d given her, there were things that had been crammed in there so long ago that she didn’t even remember putting them there. It had gotten so bad to the point that anything Georgie related went into the drawer.

She’d told herself that it was to preserve them, to preserve her memory of him, but looking through it all now, she realized she’d been shoving the memories deep down, and had avoided coping altogether.

As she separated the things she no longer held an attachment to (the missing posters, a few of the articles that had only briefly mentioned him) from the things that she couldn’t part with just yet (a drawing he’d made of her and Bill’s friends and himself, a few polaroids she’d taken of them, and a small teddy bear plushie with a santa hat that he’d given her for christmas) the tears began to fall again.

These weren’t the same tears that she’d been crying for the boy, though. These were happy tears, relief tears. She felt that she’d finally avenged his early death, and did the right thing. By killing It, she’d gained the closure she’d been chasing. And finally, finally, she could begin moving on in a healthy process.

As she held the teddy bear close to her heart, there was a knocking on the window. The sound made her jump, but it was no surprise to see Richie on the other side. She hastily wiped her eyes as she got up to unlock it and let him in.

“Hey, Juliet,” He greeted his usual greeting when he met her like this, a bit out of breath from having scaled up the side of her house. “Have you been crying?”

“Oh,” (y/n) laughed nervously and wiped at her eyes again. “Just a little, but it’s alright, nothing bad,” She tried to assure him, but he looked unconvinced. “I’m uh… going through Georgie’s old things,” She explained softly. “Trying to figure out what I need and what I’m pointlessly holding onto, you know?”

Richie nods, eyeing the pile of papers and things on her bed.

“If you’re sure” He says with a sigh.

“So what’re you doing here?” (y/n) asks, tidying up her messy organization process. “Want to get your ass kicked at Street Fighter?” She asks with a giggle, remembering the last time they’d played.

“No, actually, um..” He shuffled around for a bit, earning a strange look from (y/n), because Richie Tozier was never rendered speechless.

But here he was. Standing in the middle of her room, unable to form words, or look her in the eye for that matter.

“Rich?” She hummed, stepping towards him. “You alright?”

As she takes a good look at him, his hands are shaking, and suddenly she’s very worried that something’s wrong. Even though things just started to feel normal again. But in an instant, she’s reaching out and taking his hands, making him look her in the eyes, and relieving any nerves he may have.

“What is it?” She asks gently. “Did something happen?”

“No- no,” He shook his head, and let go of her hands, only to reach into his pocket. “I actually have one more pointless thing for you to add to your pile”

Her brows stitch together, but she waits patiently for him to retrieve the item.

He produces a small heart, cut out of pink construction paper, and written on in handwriting that wasn’t his, but she still recognized it.

It was one of the valentine’s day cards that she’d helped Georgie make months ago. Seeing one now felt like someone had a hold on her heart, and was beginning to clench their hand.

“Oh my god,” She mumbled, reaching out to take this. “Where’d you get this?”

When her eyes met his, his face went pink, and her confusion grew tenfold.

“Well I… I made it” He told her.

“You did?” She murmured, and looked back down to read it.

“Well it was from a while ago,” He added quickly, and his hand reached behind him to nervously rub the back of his neck. “So if it’s really fucking bad, you know…”

(y/n)- i’ll give you mine if you give me yours, be mine? - Richie (and Georgie)

She giggled at the cheesy line, but her heart swelled at the sight of George’s name scribbled on there, in his messy handwriting.

Tears welled in her eyes as she read it over again, and then again, and then a third time, just to be sure that she was seeing it right.

“I love it,” She almost whimpered out, before sniffling and wiping her eyes.

She looks up at him, with a watery smile and glossy but starstruck eyes.

“I love you” She says, even softer, and he practically has to read her lips to really catch it.

“Really?” Richie asks, completely surprised, and she laughs as she nods her head. “You do? It’s not lame?”

“No, it’s not lame,” (y/n) says, and her hands reach up to cup his face, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones. “It’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever given me” She murmurs before leaning up on the tips of her toes and pressing her lips against his.

The kiss was soft, but still displayed every last drop of love that she’d grown to have for him over the last year and a half. Richie didn’t waste his time this time, as he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her close, and kiss her deeply.

His glasses slid down his nose and bumped into her forehead, and the giggle that she let out broke their kiss.

She tilts her head back, before pushing the coke bottle lenses back up the slope of his nose and into place.

“I love you too” He told her, and she laughed again.

“I know, Richie,” She says teasingly, and shakes her head when he gives her a puzzled look. “I’ve always known. I just didn’t think I’d have to be the one to make a move”

“Fuck off” He muttered, before leaning down to capture her lips again.

She smiles against his mouth, her hands clasping around his wrists as she lets her lips linger against his until she can’t possibly hold her breath a second longer.

“You want to go drink milkshakes until we get kicked out again?” She asks hopefully, and the grin on Richie’s face is answer enough.

“Sounds delightful, my love” He tells her in his British Guy voice, which never fails to make her laugh.

They jump out her window, and walk hand in hand into town. At last, feeling safe, and free, and in love, and among other wonderful reasons for them to smile as they head off together.

[ stay with me, no, you don’t run // stay with me, my blood ]

___

xoxo ~ jordie

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KakaSaku Fic Rec | Readers’ Favourites

This took forever. Mainly because I had to retrieve the links myself, but it’s finally here! I present to you the KakaSaku fanfiction recommended by this fandom through comments, messages and asks per my request. Thank you to everyone who sent in their recs and to those who recommended some of my writings. Happy reading! Find 50 fics under the cut. I added a (*) next to my personal absolute favourites if you’re interested ;) Although I should point out I haven’t read everything on this list yet!

A Study In Movement by @ila-moon-beam | Ongoing | M

Sakura juggles taking care of her 12- year- old, working as a nurse technician and exotic dancer. It's not an easy life, but it's the best she can do given what she has. What she isn't prepared for is Sarada's handsome teacher who she meets at the parent/teacher conference, as well as his surprise appearance at the strip club she preforms at one night with his friends.

Private Practice by @alienwritesstuff | Ongoing | M

When nineteen year old Kakashi is injured during a mission, it's Sakura's job to see that he is healed properly. But, Kakashi is interested in a bit more than the healing she can give him. [Age Swap AU]

Nama-Stay Away From Me by @the-copy-mistress | Ongoing | M

When Sakura’s impeccable schedule keeps getting thrown by her gym’s ever tardy yoga teacher, she decides to give him a piece of her mind. Things do not go as she predicted. Modern AU.

Moment You Loved Her (back) by LindtLuirae | Completed | T

Some things are just worth breaking for. KakaSaku AU.

Hungry Hearts by @ila-moon-beam | Ongoing | M

Sakura is a single mom who works tirelessly to finish her bachelor's degree. She does what many other single moms her age do; they go to school, they work, they take care of their children. Except, things are different for Sakura in her last semester of her college career. Her daughter, Sarada, will be staying with her grandfather, she will be TAing for this mysterious new Professor at her university, and she will soon find a familiar face coming back to haunt her; determined to reconcile their family.

Everyone Goes to Tsunade’s by @mrssakurahatake | Ongoing | M

1920s AU, After their long term business partner forces them out, Tsunade and Jiraiya decide to open their own New Orleans speakeasy. Business isn't going well, can a new house band help them turn things around?

Into Darkness by @lady-otori | Ongoing | M

For Sakura, being the granddaughter of the head of the largest Yakuza clan in Shikkotsu wasn't easy. For Kakashi, being forced to consider marriage with the Fire Country's most spoiled Yakuza princess was worse. When the wolf and the dragon of the criminal underworld go head to head, bystanders had better look for cover. [KakaSaku] [Yakuza AU] [Arranged Marriage]

The Beginning, the Middle, and the Coda by @lady-otori | Complete | M

The beginning, the middle, and the coda to Kakashi and Sakura's relationship, in which it all begins when he expresses the most important thing in the most awkward way possible. A three-part series of interconnected oneshots, exploring three different stages of their love. [KakaSaku] [Fluff] [Smut]

Reciprocity by @sparkswithyou | Complete | M

On a mission gone wrong, one thing goes right.

Insatiable by @somnificsheep | Complete | M

Sakura tugs the covers back to reveal dark, pleading eyes looking up at her. “If you don’t mind it in the shower,” she says. “Some of us--” she leans down to nuzzle his forehead-- “have work to get to.”

“Maa, Sakura, anyone else might think you’re calling me lazy,” he drawls. “I’m simply taking advantage of having some time off, is all.”

House of Crows by SilverShine | Complete | M *

KakaSaku. War is coming to Konoha and Sakura is far from home, uncertain of her future. But one thing is for sure, Sakura will protect her unborn child at all costs, whether it be from Konoha's enemies... or from its own father.

Crowns Of Blood And Bone by @raendown | Complete | T

He hates and hates and hates until he loves her, slowly and in small pieces.

Daughter of Fire by JulietteDeschemps | Ongoing | M

Sakura got up and didn’t bother brushing the dirt from her dress. She had a feeling she was about to get even dirtier.

She looked at the memorial stone one last time, memorizing the characters without even realizing she was doing it. It would serve from that moment on as a reminder of her determination. She wouldn’t let Naruto and Sasuke join the names carved on that stone.

That was her nindo.

you'll never leave me behind by PersephoneHemingway | Completed | M

Sakura went ANBU and Kakashi hasn't seen her in a while. They face certain truths.

Masks by madstoryteller999 | Ongoing | T

When Sakura walks home after sending Naruto and the Sasuke Retrieval Squad off, the last thing she expects is to be attacked. What she could have never anticipated is that evening changing...everything.

In which: Sakura's Inner is far more diabolical than anyone ever expected, crows demonstrate themselves to be cruel mentors, the complications of selfdom in ANBU are realized, and Sakura learns exactly how much she hates Kakashi (and how alike they are in the most terrible of ways)

Pink Clouds by CharredCitadel | Ongoing | M

Konoha has fallen to Danzo, and Sakura has fled far away...right into the arms of the Akatsuki. Who would have thought that life as a missing nin could be so liberating?

Wish I Knew You by LindtLuirae | Ongoing | T

A lost bet and a forced dare brings two lonely losers together. Sakura never thought something as absurd-sounding as the 'No More Lonely Losers' program would land none other than Konoha's hottest bachelor and her long-time crush in her lap. KakaSaku. Rating might be upped later.

Mariposa by WhiskeyBlair | Ongoing | M

It wasn’t until he found himself getting a face full of skull fragments and brain matter that he even realized he was being rescued

To Grow A Garden by Wolfy Tales | Complete | T *

"So what do you think about having a kid with me, Sakura?" - A family focused one-shot [KakaSaku]

Follow Your Nose by @tipsyraconteur | Complete | M

Sakura decides to find her signature scent. Kakashi "helps". Things get out of hand. (Kakasaku. One-shot.)

In Case of Blue Scroll by Leola Majora | Complete | M *

In Case of Blue Scroll the Hokage must lock himself in his office and pull his hair out as what he thought were memories of a long lost love turn out to be the memories of a mission he was about to assign his former student, Sakura Haruno.

Konoha Files by @mummapaintstheblues | Ongoing | M

Exactly one year since his partner's untimely murder, Detective Kakashi Hatake is forced back into active duty.

He is paired with up and coming Detective Sakura Haruno.

Through their work together, not only do they catch a killer, but Kakashi begins to see a fresh new hope to the dismal world around him. But is this new partnership enough for him to abandon the darkness altogether?

Kakashi Candyman by @xoxoendoh | Complete | M

"Just how much did you drink before coming down here?"

"Sakura," Kakashi murmured darkly, trailing his hands down her thighs as he knelt at her feet, "I'm still thirsty."

Kakashi notices that his wife could use a little 'de-stressing' before hosting the Halloween Benefit Gala…. —Swalloween2018, KakaSaku, NC17—

Adaline by @nikkigrand | Ongoing | T *

I would choose you in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I would find you and I would choose you.

I pecan U by merrrcurius | Ongoing | M

It all started with a twig and a razor. The pecans didn't count because they didn't work.

Kakashi's just doing his duty as Captain.

It takes them places.

Discoveries in Oil by @nikkigrand | Complete | G *

Kakashi always knew that he would always be there for Sakura, even when she belonged to someone else. Birth AU

The Fletcher's Heart Paradox by @Moonlady9 | Completed | M

They are familiar yet total strangers. She knew their names but not the kind of people they were in this moment in time, she knows who they are from her moment in time. 28 years is a long time for people to change, but how much will Sakura change? How long will her heart stay steadfast, now in this new time. Time changes people, and their hearts.

House Calls by Spoiled Sweet | Complete | M *

Always the Team Mom, Sakura opens up her home as a clinic for the hospital-phobic ninja of Konoha. At the same time, her relationship with Kakashi begins to evolve in a way she never expected. M for swearing and later content.

make it holy by faeritell | Complete | T

Neither Kakashi nor Sakura welcomed the names on their skin.

Duty Before Honor by SilverShine | Complete | M *

[KakaSaku] Sakura knew why Tsunade didn’t want a virgin on this mission. Things might get out of hand. Acts might be carried out too far. She was glad Kakashi was accompanying her, but right then she wouldn’t have minded the entire population of Konoha.

The Cabinet Door by @itslulu42 | Complete | M

It says something about her, she thinks, that the only thing tying her to sanity is a talking dog.

Everything But The Kitchen Sink by @itslulu42 | Ongoing | M

Kakashi must have angered a god in a previous life. Why else would his soulmate be such a walking cliché? A Kakasaku Variety Pack of Modern Day AUs!

Omega Erased by @ila-moon-beam | Ongoing | M

A shift in equality caused a change in the dynamic between Alphas and Omegas. With the emergence of Alpha woman, the hierarchy reflected as such. Alphas began to mate with Alphas, simply using Omegas for their respective heats and ruts.

They were seen as play things. As a means to an end. As anything but equal to an Alpha. It had been this way for the past hundred years, society punishing Omegas for bringing out the worst in Alphas.

It was an Alpha world, and Sakura was just living in it.

A dystopian omegaverse.

Double Edged by nimblnymph | Complete | M *

Seduction is like a double-edged sword. You never know when you'll go from being the seducer to being the seduced.

your most important person by @fineillsignup | Complete | M

Some people got their soulmarks on their arms or faces or some other place that was more difficult to hide. He remembered how Minato-sensei’s hair would sometimes be lifted by the wind enough to reveal “Uzumaki Kushina dattebane!” written boldly across the back of his neck in crimson. His teacher had sometimes laughed in his gentle way about it, saying that fate was determined to make things easy for him.

Your Most Important Person

Or, Kakashi tries to fight fate and fate fights back.

Or, how many ways can a soulmark screw you over?

Or, sometimes you just have to take what you can get.

the malady of solitude by moonvalentine | Complete | T

A few years after the war, they're still trying to regain their footing.

Friendship by Numbers series by Oroburos69 | Ongoing | M

Sakura's too young, Kakashi's too...different, and neither knows what to do with a real, live friend. Clueless and incompetent, they stumble down the path of friendship, accidentally getting naked and engaged along the way. Seriously.

Take my past and take my sins by @thekatthatbarks | Complete | M

Sakura narrowed her eyes at him, not wanting him to play it off like he always did. Her hands came up to his face. “You look like you haven’t slept in months, Kakashi.” Before he could respond, her hands went down to his waist and she tugged at the hem of his pants. Unsurprisingly, there was slack. “And you’ve lost weight.”

“Sakura –“ Kakashi started, grabbing the hand that was at his pants.

A thought crossed her mind, making her blood go cold as she realized. She cut him off with a glare, “You picked up the mask again, didn’t you?”

A Poor Imitation by leafygirl | Complete | M

Sakura is injured on a mission, forgetting everything she knew of life in Konoha.

The Samurai and the Oni Girl by selberias | Complete | T

AU KakaSaku set in Edo-period Japan. Sakura is the descendant of a red-haired foreigner as well as a merchant's daughter. Kakashi is a local samurai who has fallen on hard times, a man whose pride has been broken down to this point. Love comes after.

It's Something Unpredictable (But in the End is Right) by BasicallyAnIdiot | Completed | G

The problem was not that Sakura broke into his apartment.

It was that she had opinions about his defences.

Scar Tissue by @TipsyRacounteur | Complete | M

She comes to him on the type of day that he has way too often—the type of day that almost breaks a man—and she asks him to let her take care of him. And just like that, he starts to let her in, without ever even meaning to. (For KakaSaku Month 2018 Healing Prompt.)

Better Man by Kakashisgf | Complete | M

Sakura and Sasuke have been married for over a decade, but things are far from perfect, and Sakura's beginning to realize that maybe she deserves better. KakaSaku

Say it Again by @nyxako | Ongoing | M

A story in which Kakashi loses his hearing during a mission, only to later realize that the only thing he can hear anymore is the sound of Sakura's voice. [KakaSaku]

The Taste Of Fire by @alienwritesstuff | Ongoing | M *

**Hogwarts AU** Like a moth to the flame, Kakashi couldn't seem to stay away from her. He knows it's wrong, knows it's too dangerous. But, he's drawn to the fire. And fires like these tear the whole world apart.

Aposematism by @youngjusticewriter | Ongoing | T

Pretty things were dangerous more often than not. They had to be.

Don’t you know that the world has a tendency of yanking beautiful things up and leaving them to slowly die wherever they were taken to?

Dear fellow traveler by youngjusticewriter | Ongoing | M

“You’re thinking too much. Let me make you stop,” Sukea offered and, yes, his voice was different but Sakura liked it even if something about it made her mind inch.

“Okay,” she agreed before closing her eyes. She didn’t want to (see the world, she just wanted to wake up to find out the mission had been a bad dream) see Sukea and think on the things that she kept picking up on from him. All Sakura wanted was to be Chinami who was just a traveler just like Sukea was. A traveler who didn’t have people’s lives slip through her hands because she wasn’t good enough.

Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time by youngjusticewriter | Ongoing | T

“Another one?” Mrs. Takahashi asked, “You’re going to burn yourself out.”

(You’re not good enough to keep working; you can’t endure like others do. You’re too young. You’re supposed to just wait around until your teammates get back because those who abandon their teammates are worst than scum.

And Sakura wanted to laugh despite the loneliness that had dug itself into her skin, and had made her bleed, so not to be shaken off.

They left - they left and now it was just her so why should she wait until they got back? She wasn’t a piece of cake that could be discarded.

Sakura had wanted Sasuke and now she wanted to be better in serving her village. Her crush, her teammate, refuting her didn’t stop her chasing after him even though she should have respected his choice. What was their opinions, strangers opinions, compared to that?)

Then I burn, were the words Sakura wanted to spill out from her tongue, to spew out as though they were poison she studied and used, and I get up from my ashes.

Don’t slam the door, Sakura thought as paws pressed into her hand as though to hold it. It (having to pay for another door) wouldn’t be worth it.

(Don't) lay me to sleep by youngjusticewriter | Ongoing | G

Sakura doesn’t need defending though.

Sakura smiled at the girl, because that’s what Ami is and what Sakura hasn’t been since her dreams started, with tired eyes (with eyes too old because that’s what happens when your soulmate is a jonin with a pretty painted mask).

You got to choose before the choice is pulled from you by youngjusticewriter | Complete | G

Kakashi didn’t greet her with an apology, a lie, or even with a hello. (He wasn’t too for gone that he had neglected himself to point he couldn’t sense her coming.)

That’s okay because Sakura doesn’t smile up at him, she doesn’t (lie) promise everything is going to be okay, nor does she greet her husband like she would have this morning if he wasn’t already out of the house. Sakura didn’t even take one of Kakashi’s hands into her own and give it a small squeeze in comfort, in a subtle way to remind him she was still here. No, instead Sakura exhaled the breath she had been holding in and it doesn’t remove the heaviness she feels in her chest.

“You need to come home.” Sakura doesn’t ask for him to do it for her even though Sakura had too lost their child. (We’re not dead, Sakura wanted to yell, and if you continue to keep your company with them, with the dead, then one day when you do come home we might just have become the company you prefer to keep. We might just become the dead you idolize because you were too late in life to realize how much your loved ones meant to you.)

Ceremonial by youngjusticewriter | Complete | T

With bloodied lips and sharp canines Kakashi smiles at the sight - it’s only for a night after all. In the past he had tried to shove it down, had never voiced that sin unlike the others (so many others) to the tombstones of his fallen comrades, but he’s dying now. He can have it just for a little bit. The air is hard to breath in, its too cold or maybe he’s too out of breath, and there’s clothe from his destroyed mask in his bloodied mouth but that’s okay. It’ll be over soon.

Twisted fingers - Kakashi could actually see a bone poking out of one - reach up to touch but it’s too late.

come through (like the sweetener you are) by exarite | Complete | M

Kakashi was not Sakura's sugar daddy.

(Or was he?)

It Wasn't Even Us In The End by tedthedead | Complete | M

How many years?

How many years had he been lovesick, a yearning child needy for her comforting touch, a desperate man aching for the soft silk of her skin?

#kakasaku #fic rec #fan fiction #romance #angst #family #hurt/comfort #smut #drama #one shot #multichaptered #kakashi hatake #sakura haruno #naruto

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MKP Series | Ladybug and Wolf

Chapter III: This isn't a Story.

Oh Sehun was quite the interesting character for a teenager. Quiet, calculating the objectives laid before him and taking haste action. Perhaps his actions are a little too immediate for understanding, but his intelligent excuses makes up for irrational decisions. His thoughts aren't too immature, at least he thinks so himself, and new talents keeps appearing whenever he learns a new subject. He’s smart, naturally attractive (although he could improve his skin tone…) and carry silent charm that woos both students and teachers.

Yeah, he’s everything losers want to be. So what? Like he gives a shit. Girls love him, boys want to be his posers and teachers ready to place him in honors class. It’s the sweet life, right? Perhaps. He doesn't consider it as sweet, but it’s a hell lot better than dealing with this shit.

This was an incredible case of stupidity.

Yes, he admit that he made a terrible decision. It’s burning his ass every single day whenever snobs laughs at his failures. People assume he’s some quiet moron sulking through humiliation, hah! They don't know a genius when they see one…

“We meet again tomorrow at four. In the meantime, maintain the training and we’ll overview your new diet plan.” Diet plan. Cut this, remove that, reduce this amount and add more repulsive garbage to his digestive system. Four months in and Sehun is ready to succumb to his bubble tea cravings. It's horrible having sugar withdrawals and being restricted from eating bungeoppang, it’s living hell. Wanna know what else is horrible? Everyone treating him like some stranger.

He’s not a stranger.

Sehun left the studio with no one to accompany him. Oddly, this pang sat within his chest for days now. This feeling of deep loneliness, although it’s something he’ll never speak of publicly. Unfortunate to say, but he missed those ugly boys fawning over him, the girls constantly annoying him with cellphone requests. Sehun had to transfer to another school in order to reach distance between the dormitory and that cursed entertainment building.

Those bastards.

But it was him alone who signed the final line. Your fault. His mind whispers, and Sehun realized that he probably deserved it. He didn't know anyone, and it seems that nobody's interested in knowing him either. Maybe they all joined for one purpose, and that’s attaining SM’s official status as celebrity.

Sehun walked briskly into the midnight hour. He didn’t want to be bothered with anyone, let alone deal with the summer heat radiating against his skin. He knew signing the contract would lead to rigorous training and mental stability, but he vowed he could do it. He can do anything if he just believed, right? If only his current actions would reflect the hopeful notion that he’ll succeed. But it really doesn’t matter, anyway.

The teen stood at the stop light waiting for the electric sign to flash green. Sehun preoccupied himself by scrolling naver on mobile ((slow internet due to pissy coverage)) and played some hip hop music. The moment the light flashed green, Sehun pushed past the crowd. However, what Sehun didn’t realize he legitimately pushed someone, particularly an old man, onto the ground. Sehun froze in surprise, “I’m sorry sir. Are you okay?” He felt embarrassed and somewhat guilty to for not paying attention. Sehun bend his knees to help the old man, and then notice how short the elder was. The old man simply chuckled as he carefully grabbed his cane. “I’m quite fine,” he said, “Getting rather old for these late travels... Thank you young man for helping me. What’s your name, child?”

“Uh, Sehun. Oh Sehun.” It felt strange talking to an old man in the middle of the street. “Well then, Oh Sehun, would you like to attain a gift far superior than physical needs?”

Uh…

Sehun stared blankly at the old man. What the hell is this guy talking about? “Um, not really-“

“I understand your hurting deeply. Your depression outweighs your confidence, and sometimes it is hard concealing sorrowful emotions.” Sehun immediately lunged on defense. How dare this ignorant old goon tell him that he’s depressed! He is not depressed! In fact, he’s doing a hell lot better than normal! This ridiculous pruned nutbag. “Excuse me, but I need to leave-“

“If you had the opportunity to become a hero, would you accept?”

“Sure, yeah, whatever. I gotta go now. Bye.” Ugh, this man is giving him the creeps. Sehun raced across the street before the light turned red. He couldn't help but to shudder at the strange circumstance. What was that all about? Talk about weird. When he finally made it to the moderately fair dormitory, Sehun could feel his insides churn in distress. After abandoning his friends for his current lifestyle, he haven't met anyone rather interesting. No one bothers to talk to him, and his previous friends are too preoccupied with school clubs and other friends.

Okay, it hurts. It’s nobody's fault but his own. Sehun released a dreary sigh before punching in the codes to the entrance. Better take a shower and go to sleep…

He made it up the stairs and unlocked the door. It’s considered a small officetel to some, and thankfully he doesn’t have to deal with crooks stealing his stuff. Darkness swallowed Sehun whole, yet he felt emptier than ever before. He trekked through the living room and into the bathroom, took a hot shower, changed into his pajamas and returned to the tiny space for a kitchen. He then ate a small bowl of whole wheat cereal and slices of an apple. Oh, how he missed sugar cereal…

Sehun walked to his bed and prepared to sleep when he found a box resting idly against his pillow. Huh? He doesn't recall a box. The teenager snatched it, opened the box and found an intricate metal watch inside. Hm, looks very nice. He pulled the watch out the box and inspected it. Tiny white paw marks trailed the edges of watch. In the center there was a symbolic white wolf with the hand formed as a silver paw. Behind the wolf was a full moon, and Sehun found it rather unusual for a watch, but nonetheless liked the design.

Looks cool. Sehun slipped his wrist between the hooks and grinned. Wondered who would give him this? It fits his wrists perfectly…

There was a small click, and then a flash of bright light.

Sehun winced when the light began to fade. Like, what the heck just happened? The teen shook his head, and noticed something rather… Different. Different in what way? Well, there’s something floating in front of him.

. . .

… What the absolute fuc-

“Excuse me, but if you’re planning to swear, please reconsider it.” That thing said. Holy hell, did it just spoke? What the hell is this? Sehun immediately back away in horror. He blinked, and blinked again. Hell, he even rubbed his eyes to ensure he wasn't seeing things. However, that floating thing was still there! “What the hell are you?!” Fear drowned out his senses as he continued moving away from the thing. Hair stood above Sehun’s neck when the thing flew towards him.

“Don’t hurt me!" Sehun covered himself in case the thing decided to possess him.

Nothing.

Sehun peeked to find the thing directly facing him. By its expression it seemed unamused, and its arms folded in a rather irritable fashion. “Cut the hogwash. You are the new miraculous holder, and I’m your guardian. The name is Apollo, by the way.” H-huh? Sehun looked at the thing in confusion. Wait. Thing isn't the correct word, but rather wolf.

Is he, Oh Sehun, listening to a floating bobbleheaded wolf? “I must be crazy.” He whispered.

“Crazy? Hm, perhaps. But this situation is nowhere near insane. I am very much real, and your conscious is simply denying my presence, but don't worry, it’ll become accustomed very quickly.” “Apollo” said.

No, no, this not real… It can't be! “Oh child, don't you know it’ll only make the circumstances more difficult? Just accept things as they are.”

“I… But…- you’re not real!”

Apollo tilted its (his?) head, “Oh?” Its voice was deep for a tiny creature. “You are responding to me, so this only proves my statement. This is reality now, and your brain can easily process the situation if you only accept it.”

“What the hell are you?” Sehun sneered at the creature. Grey fur covered its entire body, leaving silver tufts by the edge of his jagged ears. Bright topaz for eyes, Apollo gazed at him, “I am a kwami. Specifically speaking, I am a seven thousand year old god inhibiting the body of a Eurasian canis lupis. Or wolf, if that would be simpler for you.”

“Why-“

“I’m assuming you're inquiring why I am here? Well, I honestly have no opinion. Fate destined us, and since I’m your new guardian I must teach you the ways of being an efficient miraculous holder. I am the god of protection, mobility and wisdom. I am the Alpha and the Omega, and I will guide you for where you need to be.”

Sehun grew confused, “What?” He didn’t understand any of this. A wolf god mention about destiny and guardian junk, none of it makes sense! “Miraculous holders are people inheriting a magical jewelry piece. We kwamis fuel the jewelry piece with our powers which gives the miraculous holders their own special abilities.” Abilities you say? A spark of interest captured Sehun. He didn’t understand the process whatsoever, but having special powers brought out the inner fantasy child within him. “So, if I accept you, then you’ll train me to become a skilled superhero?” Just imagine not only being a professional dancer, but an attractive badass superhero fighting crime with girls wetting their underwear every damn second.

… Omit the underwear part.

“Hm, exactly.”

“Okay, deal.” This is so… So freaking amazing. “So, uh, what now?” He already accepted this errm, kwami wolf, so it does it mean he already have magical powers? “If possible, may we properly discuss this over some tea?”

… Tea? “You drink tea?” Sehun asked in bewilderment.

“Oh yes, and I would gladly consume a bowl of tofu.” Tofu? When did a carnivorous mammal ever desire tea and tofu? “Okay… I don't have any tofu, but I do have tea. Is green tea fine?”

Apollo smiled, “Perfectly.”

And so, here Sehun sat at the table with a tiny wolf creature sipping away at some tea. “This watch is considered a miraculous, right?”

“Exactly. It represents the abilities of wolves, and might alter your own perception. You see, previous miraculous holders happened to release their inner “wolf” when paired with me. Not only does your physical appearance change, but your mental state as well.”

Sehun narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What do you by mental state?” He doesn’t want to become a literal werewolf pissing and shitting all over people. Apollo held up a paw, “No need to worry, it’s nothing of what you would perceive. Your regular human senses would be heightened by the third cubed. I suggest when transforming to practice managing the senses before anything else, afterwards I'll train how to conduct yourself when fighting.”

“Do I defeat bad guys?”

“With this brewing evil I detect, you'll be battling more than akumas alone...” Apollo then lapped up some more green tea. Sehun had many questions to ask the kwami starting with these quote, “akumas”. What where they exactly? “To simplify your questions, an evil human decided to manipulate and abuse one of the kwamis. Keeping this in mind, the miraculous holder is abusing the butterfly kwami who can bestow any human being supernatural abilities. Since it’s manipulated into negative energy, these powered beings are titled akumas.” Akuma, huh? Sounds interesting to fight. “What powers do I get? Do I become awesome with badass weapons? Or like, I have psychic abilities and-“

“Relax yourself Sehun,”

Wait.

How do this wolf know his name? He doesn't recall giving out personal information. “Yes Sehun, when I awoke from my slumber I already knew my wielder’s name. It’s the first step to creating an intimate bond.”

… Oh.

Sehun slumped in the chair. Thousands of thoughts attacked his mind relentlessly, and it begged the question. Why him? What does he have to offer? Looks? “Why am I chosen? I mean, like, it’s not like I wanted to deliberately help people. I’m not exactly superhero material…” More likely anti-hero because it’s sound way more cooler. Apollo looked at Sehun with a sarcastic, “are you serious?” Look. “I honestly have no conclusion. But you’re selected to become a miraculous wielder. Regardless, would you like to try out your abilities for testing?”

“Hell yeah! " Sehun shouted, then he quickly resolved himself. “I mean, sure, I’ll try.” Guess he can miss a night of sleep for this. “You have to state my name, then the term, “howl shift,” and-“

“Apollo, howl shift!”

“Wait! I’m not finished-!“ Apollo couldn’t complete his sentence for he was sucked into the watch.

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