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m45wood · 10 months ago

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I could be dead by tomorrow

Ushijima Wakatoshi x FtM Reader

Summary: You, the schools stoner, find yourself having a crush on the ace of your schools volleyball team. WC: 3.6k

Warnings: Mentions of weed, Cussing, Reader is a self insert, Trans Reader, Neglectful Parents on Readers side, Smoking, Gay, Supportive Parents with Ushijima. A/N: Very based. My writing, as of now, has a pattern but trust i don’t write the same thing 20x🙏 Title based off of Sonder lyrics. [Too Fast] **NOT PROOFREAD**

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To be honest it had been such a simple crush. I mean who wouldn’t find the ace of your own schools volleyball team a little attractive. All the games you saw of them and he was always there scoring points. Unstoppable. A powerful force that should be reckoned with. But let’s be honest, what hope did you have?

You brushed it off and went on with your day. Usual stuff school and home. School and then home. school and then home. The usual schedule. You weren’t a very skilled individual. You weren’t a bad student but you just flew right through everyone’s radar. You smoked here and then but you never got caught. It was more to just help ease off stress or stop insomnia. No club. You didn’t want to have to do anything extra if you didn’t have to and you really stuck by that. You just wanted to graduate high school and then you’ll figure out what you want to do. Now you just want to finish your calculus homework and smoke a little bit of weed.

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The school day had just ended. [Y/N] is walking behind the school. He usually takes this path to his home because it’s quicker and leads straight to his bedroom window. There’s only one problem to the path. The back of the school is also where athletes do their practice at times so if he goes onto the path there is a small percentage of running into one of the athletes practice. [Y/N] took that chance. He always did. It was either that or sweating in his school uniform. And he was not about to start sweating in his school uniform. And just in his favor, not really, he was met face to face with one of their athletes.

“Face to face” wouldn’t be the term, rather ‘pec-to-face’. “I’m so sorry” [Y/N] starts profusely apologizing, bowing at an 45° angle. “It’s alright” the deep husky voice says. [Y/N] straightens his back out. He studies the males face. Brown hair, currently dripping in sweat. Lightly tinted skin, as of now covered in red with sweat. Almost as if he were a siren, [Y/N] is hypnotized by his features leaning towards him almost leaning in for a kiss. “Excuse me” the deep voice abruptly stops [Y/N] current actions. “I apologize once again” [Y/N] says bowing once again, this time out of embarrassment. He goes around the towering figure continuing on his path swiftly out of embarrassment. He finally gets to his bedroom window opens it and jumps in. “What the fuck” [Y/N] thinks to himself.

He had never ran so fast to his home. He was coughing so hard he almost regretted all the smoking he had done. “God damn” He leans against his dresser. His backpack was slammed against his door and he chucked his bag through the window. “Ma I’m home!” He yells from the ground.

“I heard you!” She says back. He chuckles to himself before throwing his shoes into his closet.

“What’s for dinner today?” He says walking towards the kitchenette.

“I’m not sure yet” His mom says cigarette in hand.

He stares at her figure. His mom had never been the best mom. She was here physically. Never emotionally or financially . She was sitting on the couch watching the television.

[Y/N] grabbed a cup of water and chugged it. “I’m going out” he grabs his jacket from his room before turning back around out of the house.

“Don’t forget to go stop by the convenience store” His mother yells at him before he slams the door shut.

Hood up on his jacket, [Y/N] walks with no destination in mind. He mostly just wanted to get out of the house for a smoke. Which he was doing. He had brought his slippers instead of shoes and he was regretting it because he usually dropped ash on his shoe, now it was hitting his bare foot. “Fuck,” He says as some of the ash he flicked off was still a bit lit hit his skin. “God damn it” He rubs off the ash with his sleeve dirtying it even more than it is now.

“You could just wash it off with water” A deep voice says catching [Y/N] off guard. It was the same athlete from earlier. It looked like he was just trying to buy a drink.

“Thanks” [Y/N] says eyeing the athlete. He was tall. 6’2. Brown hair. Brown-olive colored eyes. Muscular build. He definitely looked like an ace of a powerhouse school. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

“Why would I?”

He had a point. I doubt he even knew who i was before i ran into him. I bet he wouldn’t even have thought twice about me if i hadn’t ran into him almost cinematically. He finally grabs his drink from the machine and sits down on one of the benches. Sweat still lightly trickled down his face and neck. His towel still soaked from rigorous exercise hung on his bag drying. He switched between sipping out of the bottle to resting the bottle on his forehead. [Y/N] realized his staring and looked over to the concrete wall to his other side. Not very interesting to say the least. He sighs and just leans his head against the wall behind him closing his eyes.

“Name?”

“[Y/N]. I know who you are.”

“Hmm…Age?”

“Same as you”

“Sorry”

“It’s okay”

[Y/N] opens his eyes to see the athlete staring at his feet. [Y/N] gets up and wipes the sweat off of his face. “It bothered me” He unzips the jacket after realizing just how wet the sleeve would become. “Here you can use it yourself if that made you uncomfortable”

He nods.

“Okay”

[Y/N] lightly dried off the sweat from his head. He asked before moving towards his neck.

“If you need it any where else you can use it as well” He said just passing the jacket towards him.

“Thanks”

“No problem”

He sat next to him this time in the bench.

“[Y/N]…”

He turned to look at the other male.

“Do you like school?”

“Does anyone like school?”

“Some people do”

“I mean…I wouldn’t say I hate it”

“Then why do you smoke?”

That’s what this had been about. Just curiosity.

He was not into you that’s crazy to think about. That’s just crazy he would never. He would have never and i mean never ever looked my way.

[Y/N] shrugged.

“Takes the stress off of school and life”

“What kinds of stress?”

“Any”

“We have different definitions of stress. What stresses you out?”

“School work. Needing to do enough just to get by. Work. My mom does nothing and my dad left when I was young. Hiding my habits and concerning emails from teachers from my mom.”

“That’s way different to mine”

[Y/N] chuckles. It felt nice to laugh.

“Yeah I guess so. How about you?”

“Me? I just worry about nationals”

“Is it soon?”

He nods.

“We have to win one more match and then we’re guaranteed a spot”

“Don’t we make it every year?”

[Y/N] had never remembered their team losing. They always went to nationals. And won. So why would this stress him out?

“Yes. Still you never know what can happen on that court”

He looked serious. It was almost terrifying.

“Scaring me a bit there Ushi”

The silence was deafening.

“I’m so sorry”

“No it’s okay”

[Y/N] didn’t know why he was still even sitting there next to him. What if someone saw them? What would they think? He stomps out his cigarette before rubbing his hands against his pants.

“Okay well i’m going to go” Y/N says rocking on his feet.

“Hey wait”

[Y/N] turned around to face the male.

“You should come to our game.”

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[Y/N] was stunned to say the least. The ace of their volleyball team had asked him to go to their game. Who is he to say no? So now [Y/N] was stuck. Well not stuck. He could leave anytime he wants to. But he didn’t want to. He stayed. And watched. He was in up in the stadium. Ushijima looked up to search for [Y/N] during their little warm up. He spotted him in the back. He looked out of place but Ushijima felt his heart swell with happiness. He then focused back on the game at hand.

As the match Shiratorizawa vs Karasuno began more people became swarming in. Because of this [Y/N] had decided to move down to the court. He still wanted a good view but he hated the people surrounding him. He would rather a news reporter than a teenage girl. Trust him. Their screams were deadly. [Y/N] had also sobered up for the match. He wanted to be able to recall this game.

[Y/N] was mesmerized. He knew Ushijima was good. But he never knew just how good he was. And here he was showing off with all his glory. It had [Y/N] stomach do turns. If he hadn’t called before he definitely had now. It was hard not to. [Y/N] knew he was gay. He just didn’t know who else was gay. And he struggled with that profusely so he usually didn’t try with anyone. He especially knew, though, that Ushijima did not look like the gay type. [Y/N] left the game sad to say the least.

Well sad is a strong word. Upset. Mild distress. Empathetic. They had lost. Everyone was surprised. Even the winners. It was a big shocker to everyone. Even down to the announcers. [Y/N] met Ushijima’s eyes. He smiled. He had never seen him smile before. If he hadn’t needed to throw up earlier he sure did now.

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Great game out there”

“Thanks”

A red haired male came up to you. And i mean red. Bright red. Dyed red. He comes up to you wide-eyed looking between you and Ushijima.

“Are you going to introduce us?” Tendou asks turning to Ushijima.

“Tendou this is [Y/N] a friend. [Y/N] this is Tendou my teammate” Tendou glares at Ushijima before reaching his hand out.

“Nice to meet you [Y/N]”

“Nice to meet you too”

—

“When’s the wedding?” Tendou was known to tease the two of you. It didn’t help your case at all.

If it hadn’t been obvious you had a crush on Ushijima. Always had. You guys had been friends in elementary school. Then you transitioned. You don’t think he remembers. He hasn’t said anything about it. He also treats you like as if he doesn’t know you. You didn’t have the courage to tell him either. It was just odd. It didn’t feel like it was needed to be said and you were scared on how he might react.

Ushijima never seemed to catch on. In his defense he is a very forgetful person. Not that forgetful but he also doesn’t catch onto cues. Especially Tendous teasing. He just always explained how you two have a platonic relationship. Behind doors? When you weren’t there? He agreed. He liked you back. No matter how clueless you think he is he finds ways to surprise you. He was clueless in the sense he never caught on to your feelings. But he knew who you were. He always knew. He didn’t mind. Whatever mind he’s friend happy. He was a simple man. He was just finding the courage to finally confess to you because he hates having to hide this from you. He’s not one to hide things from you. He’s very upfront about everything. You keep having to remind him you politely don’t care/don’t need to know that.

Tendou fed up with your awkwardness and Ushijimas blatant idiocy, told on both of you. To each other.

“He likes you back”

Those simple words from Tendou mouth made you both want to punch yourself in the face. Tendou had told Ushijima this morning while he told you during lunch.

“What?”

“Yup”

“No”

“Yes”

Tendous cheshire like smile spread across his face making you second guess his words.

“You better not be playing with me”

“I would never”

You glare at him.

“Well fuck what do I do?”

“Confess. Kiss him. I don’t know”

You send him another glare that has him bugging off.

“[Y/N]? Can we have a moment?” Ushijima asks looking at Tendou to leave.

“Don’t have to tell me twice” He squeezes your shoulder. ‘Good luck’ he mouths.

“Hey”

He just eyes you.

You slowly get up from the bench.

“I like you”

“Straight to the point okay-“

He cuts you off. ”I’ve liked you since we were 5 years old playing in the sand box. And i still like you now even if we aren’t 5 years old playing in a sandbox or rather we are now surviving high schools awkward years. And i want to be able to say that i confessed to my crush. I want to at least leave high school knowing i haven’t been a coward hiding away from my feelings” He pulls out two smalls flowers from behind him. They look comically small in his hands.

“Ushi…You’re so stupid” He was sweating. What do you mean? He’s nervous. What is this? His chest is tightening. His eyes feel like they’re about to cry.

“You’re ,basically in my eyes, the best volleyball player ever. How could i not fall for you?” You say.

“Huh” He was shocked. Happy. But surprised. He was sure you were about to just reject him. He swears his heart just broke.

“I like you too”

He smiles. He giggles.

It was such a shock.

You giggle with him. He pulls you into a hug.

“Thank You”

“Thank You, Ushi”

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“Finally!” Tendou yells. You three were now walking to the locker rooms. “I swear if i hadn’t said anything nothing would’ve happened” Tendou says bragging opening the locker room’s door.

“I’ll wait in the gym” You say.

On certain days you would stay during practice. The team had come to know you with time. You being friends, now boyfriends but they’ll find out in time, with their captain who rarely has friends outside the team was a nice surprise. They all adored you. You sometimes hid other times blatantly walked in. Depending on which coach is training the athletes. Today [Y/N] was sneaking in. Which he usually did and was *not so* surprisingly good at. He leapt into the window. All the practice with his own window helped him out. He successfully made it in hidden by some nets. He got himself out of the nets and was now behind the bleachers. Out of breath from the climbing he had to do he laid on the floor. Dirty but he couldn’t care less.

“[Y/N], what are you doing?” Ushijima comes up to you and sees you laying.

“Oh hey sorry. Jumped through the window” You say sitting up pointing towards the window.

“You and jumping through windows i swear” He says. You smile at him. “Come” He gives you his hand.

“Thank you” You say teasing him slightly.

“Oi Ushijima!” Tendou yells at him from the other side of the gym finally seeing. “Oh [Y/N] here. Guys!”

“Tendou,” He nods towards the team. You glance at your boyfriend.

“We telling them?” You ask softly.

He hums.

Your grip on his hand loosens. He tightens it and smiles again you reassuringly.

You smile back up at him before a voice draws your attention.

“Just say it don’t do it” Tendou says with a grossed out face. The team confused look at him and then over to the two of you.

Holding hands. With such loving eyes.

“WHAT””HUH””AHHH””¥6000 less richer”

“Did you guys make bets?” You ask.

They all nod.

“Oh my…”

“Yes. We’re dating” Ushijima says.

They all look at him. He looks very tense.

“Loosen up” You say to him. He looks back at you.

He softly nods. He goes down to hug you. With no other option you hug him back hoping his teammates leave you two alone.

Before you know it they all surround you. Bombarding you two in questions.

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Before you told the team let alone Tendou you had gone a few dates.

They were awkward but sweet. Ushijima did not know when you were flirting with him. You finally realized that he wasn’t rude he was just very confused. It was endearing. He was always a gentlemen. Held the door for you. Refused to let you pay. His family was well off so it only made sense. He wasn’t controlling. He knew that if you didn’t want to be with him you would most likely leave. He knew you. You’re not the type to be with someone you don’t like. He likes that about you. He liked many things about you.

He was falling for you. Absolutely falling. Face first and everything. You think he’d be against your smoking and he was. But he understood at the same time. He didn’t like the fact you smoked but he didn’t mind the fact you smoked. You weren’t a heavy smoker. You never smoked around him. It’s the one thing that has been brought up many times. It was the one thing people thought you two would break up over.

To be honest it hasn’t been a problem in your relationship. It’s something that’s apart of you and he knows that. He loves you too. He was obsessed with everything about you. Being the son of such a prominent figure you think his parents would be mad at him dating a boy, a trans boy at that, who is seen as a ‘delinquent’ at school. They weren’t. They knew their son. So they gave you a chance. And they were happily surprised. You’re a well-mannered kid. You had flipped a switch on your cussing but nothing about you changed changed. You were still you. He liked that. So did his parents.

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You both had been through a lot. Graduated high school. Ushijima went pro. You?

You had first found yourself at college. What for? Nothing you just kind of explored. You found yourself in strange situations. House fire, mental institution, hotels, motels, random jazz bars. Then one of your friends called you with a job opportunity. You took it. You were barely getting by. You secured the position. Honestly you might’ve lied on your resume, you totally did, but you did good. It was a great job for you. You worked hard. You were a good worker if you tried. It’s just you rarely tried. Only when you wanted to. which was rarely. At least as a teen. Moving out of your teens your destined to have some sort of future. Ushijima did that.

Ushijima and you had gone long distance as you both figured out your fitting in the world. Ushijima was focusing on his volleyball career while you figured out what to do. Once you had gotten your position at your new Architect job. Architect makes it sound fancy but rather you helped out the architects. Within the years you found yourself going up the ranks swiftly.

You and Ushijima called regularly. “Ushi! Guess what?”

“Hmm”

“I got promoted!”

“That’s great!” He says as enthusiastically as he can.

“This means they’ll send me to go study! I’ll be getting my Architect degree with them finally” You said basically screaming at your phone.

“That’s amazing, my dear”

“How’s everything over there? Are you doing okay?” You ask noting his tired voice.

“Everything here is great. Tired is all. Lots of training.” He says.

“Tell me about you baby. I miss you” He says.

“Okay”

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Ushijima went pro. You became and Architect. To say you both were a model couple is an understatement. A volleyball player and an architect? You guys were the couple. You guys had gotten married after you graduated. It was a peaceful wedding. You both now lived together in your small apartment. You had your own business. Ushijima helped you with anything you needed. You did the same for him. Ushijima if he ever heard of a friend needing work on something he would recommend you. This man carried your business cards with him everywhere. He always seemed to have them. If you ever found a potential client at an event where you don’t have any cards on you just call your husband and he’ll hand them each a card at that.

He was so proud to be your husband. He forget he’s a famous volleyball player. While getting interviewed he will interrupt the host to ask them “You know my husband [Y/N]? You should have him come on here. Have you had him on here yet?”. Of course you do it back. Always posting links to his interviews, photo shoots, tickets to games, etc. Your social media was full of him. If someone were to know you just off of your persona online it’d be hard to ignore your boyfriend. He was everywhere.

You even found yourself tattooing his high school number onto you. You thought it was cute and had such a simple meaning yet it made Ushijima ball his eyes out. He loved it. You of course discussed this beforehand. You didn’t want to overwhelm with anything if it made him uncomfortable. He ended up getting your initials tattooed onto him. It’s on his chest. Small font. You trace it whenever you two are cuddling. It’s noticeable but he didn’t get into much trouble. It’s easy to hide.

A/N: This is part one! Idk what i’ll do with this but i want to see what i can do!! I’m excited to see what i do with this:) Also i played music and just wrote so sorry if it’s all messy.

#male reader #gay #ftm reader #trans male reader #anime x male reader #x male reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x male reader

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you-aint-gotta-pray-for-me · 5 months ago

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Hell on Earth: Chapter 1

words: 2.7k

pairing: Steve Harrington x ex-friend!Henderson!reader (eventually romantic- could be called a slow burn I guess, but they're not together right now, there's some bad blood, just read it man I suck at summarizing T_T)

summary: Things do not seem normal in simple, down-to-earth town Hawkins, Indiana. With Will Byers missing, tensions rise while the mystery claims another victim.

timeline: set in season one right after Will goes missing

warnings: language, bending of canon, fic from reader's pov (3rd person will be there as well, will warn before a pov change if there is one)

a/n: hey guys! so, I see you have found the first part of Hell on Earth :) This is a Steve x reader, yes, I promise we will get there and it'll be awesome when we do, but as much as it is a reader insert Steve slash fic, this is also an actual Stranger Things spin-off story that I'm writing, meaning there will be a lot of focus on the actual plot along with steve and reader's relationship. Also yes, reader is Dustin's older sister.

Reader POV

Will Byers was the kind of kid you wouldn't know was missing until you looked for him. He didn't bother anybody, just kept to himself and his little group doing whatever it is kids these days do, you know? He was a simple, soft-spoken kid, the last person you would wish danger upon. So when I heard that he'd gone missing, I was as confused as I was worried.

"And he was with you when you cycled back home?"

"Yes, Jesus Christ (Y/n), for the millionth time. Yes."

"Don't get annoyed you little shit, I'm trying to help you here."

"Oh, excuse me for getting worried because my best friend is freaking missing."

"Dustin! Don't talk to your sister like that!" I heard Mom scream at us from the living room, oblivious to any context. I mean, he was right to get annoyed with me. His exasperated look at Mom's comment told me he thought the same thing. I just shook my head in understanding. What more can I do?

"Listen, I know you want to go looking for him, I would too, but you can't go on your own. I need you to promise me you won't go on your own, okay? Wait after school, and we'll go together."

"You get off school like two hours after I do, what am I supposed to do, sit and scream his name from my room and hope he shows up? Come on, man. That's bullsh-"

"Dustin."

"What?"

I stared at him, hoping my disapproving-but-concerned-older-sister look told him what he needed to hear. It did.

"Fine. 2 hours. A minute late and I'm going off on my own."

"Deal," I said, knowing full well that I'd have to ditch Algebra II. I wasn't complaining, though. Staring at a newly painted wall and waiting for it to dry would be more interesting than Algebra II.

Later that day

I had exactly 5 minutes to bolt before Algebra II started. I went to my locker and hurriedly rammed all my shit inside when I noticed my locker neighbor Barbara coming towards hers. We'd make conversation when we're at our lockers and smile and wave when we saw each other in the hallway. Outside of that, I didn't really know her all too well.

"Algebra II?"

"Nah, I'm ditching. I promised my brother I'd help him with some stuff."

"Lucky," she sighed. "I can't believe I need to sit through Mr Treeger's bullshit for 2 hours."

"You are welcome to join me if you'd like," I offered with a grin. "Algebra II can be soul-sucking."

"Thank you, really, but I can't leave Nancy hanging. Besides, we've got this thing later as well and, yeah, it's a whole thing, don't bother," she explained.

"Suit yourself, Barb." I shut my locker and almost left before I heard her voice again.

"I mean, if you need notes or anything, I could- uh- I could take them for you? If you want?" she said, almost like she wasn't sure I would take her up on her offer.

"I would love that, actually. Where do you live?"

"Uh, I think I’ll be at Steve’s party later. At the Harrington's. You know the place?" She shifted her books like they suddenly weighed too much. Her expression said she wasn't entirely looking forward to this.

Hearing Steve's name threw me slightly on edge. When you grow up with somebody and you fall out with them, you don't exactly forget things about them. I practically spent half my life at his house. I practically spent half my life with him. So, yes. I definitely knew the place.

"Y-yeah. I do"

"Great, I'll have it ready, then."

"Barb, you are literally an angel." I hurriedly gave her an impromptu hug and rushed outside to get to my car, where I saw Jonathan Byers handing out missing posters. His shoulders sagged under the weight of the stack in his hands and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. I can only imagine what he and Mrs Byers were going through.

I hesitated for a second before walking up to him. I knew Jonathan from Dustin hanging out with Will. We weren't close friends or anything, but someone had to say something. His hands trembled slightly as he stapled one of the posters onto the community board near the lot, his eyes darting nervously like he was waiting for Will to suddenly appear and tell him it was all a joke.

"Hey, Jonathan."

He flinched at my voice, turning to me with an exhausted half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Hey," he mumbled.

I nodded at the posters in his hands. "Any updates? Are the cops, like… actually doing anything?"

"They found his cycle a few minutes from Mirkwood. So that's... yeah. That's it, I guess?"

"What are they thinking?"

He hesitated, glancing down at the posters like he thought they might hold some kind of answer. "They think he might’ve run away, but that’s not Will. He wouldn’t just… leave."

I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I don’t buy that either. Will’s not the type to just take off. He’s… dependable, you know?"

Jonathan looked at me for a moment, his expression softening just a little. "Thanks."

I shrugged, kicking at a loose rock on the ground. "For what? Telling the truth?"

"For… caring, I guess," he said, turning back to his work.

I watched him for a second longer, the weight of the whole situation sinking in deeper. "Let me know if you need help. With the posters or anything else."

Jonathan nodded, his focus back on the board. "Thanks," he said again, so quiet I almost missed it.

I didn’t know what else to say, so I just turned and walked back to my car, leaving him to keep stapling the same plea for help over and over.

I drove back home and Dustin was practically at the edge of his seat, looking like he was at the verge of explosion.

"What the hell took you so long?"

"Jesus Christ, I'm right on time. Give me a break."

He continued to yell at me about how time is of the essence. I held up a hand to calm him down. "Relax, I’m here now, aren’t I? Anyway, listen. They found some stuff near Mirkwood."

That got his attention. His eyes widened, his mouth snapping shut mid-rant. "What kind of stuff?"

I sat down across from him, leaning forward so Mom couldn’t overhear from the kitchen. "They found his bike. Just abandoned on the side of the road. No tracks, no clues, nothing else. It’s like he just… vanished."

Dustin’s face fell, his usual confident bravado cracking under the weight of what I’d just told him. "His bike?" he echoed, voice smaller now.

"Yeah. Cops are calling it ‘strange circumstances.’ I’m calling it suspicious as hell."

He nodded, jaw tightening as his brain started working overtime. "Okay. Okay, so that means he didn’t run away. Someone- or something- took him."

I flinched a little at how easily he jumped to "something." This was Hawkins. Strange wasn’t on the table.

"Dustin, don’t get carried away. Let’s stick to facts. We know where his bike was, and that’s it. But you promised me you wouldn’t do anything stupid, remember?"

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. "Fine. But we need to check it out. Together."

I sighed, knowing there was no talking him out of it. "Together. No sneaking off without me, got it?"

"Got it," he said, though I could tell from his tone he was already planning something.

A couple hours later

"So that was fucking useless."

"Dustin, come on. Don't be like that."

"We found nothing, (Y/n)! He's out there, probably being tortured for all we know, and we found literally nothing."

"Don't jump to conclusions. Yes, we don't know anything now. But we are not the only people looking. Okay?"

"I'm telling you. We should look for him right around when he went missing."

"No way I'm letting you go out there at 10 pm unsupervised. Mom would gut me."

"I won't be unsupervised if you're with me."

"Dustin," I sighed, slightly annoyed at how he wouldn't level with me at all. "Whatever happened to Will could be bigger than us. If it's something we can't handle, I don't want us to go all in with literally no information."

"Oh, come on! but-"

"No buts. Sit this one out. I am begging you. At least until we know something."

Even though he begrudgingly agreed, his words stuck with me. I hated the idea of him sneaking off on his own, but I also couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right. If there were answers out there, they wouldn’t come to us- we had to go to them. And if I knew Dustin at all, I knew exactly what that meant. He’d go anyway.

The only way for me to deal with this was to either find something before he did or supervise, just in case. And both those options required me to be out in the woods in the dead of the night. Perfect. I remembered that I had to stop by to see Barb so it won't all be for nothing.

The glow of streetlights flickered against the windshield as I pulled up to the Harringtons' house. The faint hum of music and muffled laughter carried through the warm night air, the telltale signs of a Steve Harrington classic. For a moment, I hesitated, fingers gripping the steering wheel. It had been a while since I’d set foot here, and it felt strange- nostalgic in a way that made my chest tight. I didn't like it.

I stepped out of the car and walked around the side of the house, avoiding the main door. I wasn’t here for the party, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood to exchange awkward hellos with people who probably didn’t even remember my name. Also, I might punch Tommy and Carol just because.

The backyard was bathed in the eerie blue glow of the pool lights. It was quieter here, the party sounds muffled by the distance. Sitting by the pool, her legs dangling lazily in the water, was Barb. She was hunched over slightly, fiddling with the strap of her watch, looking as out of place as I felt.

"Hey," I called softly, not wanting to startle her.

She looked up, her face lighting up with a small, relieved smile. "Oh, hey! You made it."

"Yeah," I said, walking over and sitting beside her on the cool concrete. "Figured I’d pick up those notes before your night gets too crazy," I said before I noticed her poorly bandaged hand bloody hand.

"Holy shit, you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's... nothing. I'm okay."

"Partied too hard?"

Barb scoffed, glancing over her shoulder at the house. "Yeah, not exactly my scene. Nancy’s inside with Steve. I’m just... taking a break."

I nodded, leaning back on my palms and staring at the pool. Nancy's inside with Steve. That didn't bother me at all. "Can’t say I blame you. These things get out of hand quickly," I said, slightly regretting my hand pun.

She laughed at my poorly timed joke and reached into her bag to pull out a neatly folded piece of paper. "Here you go. Sorry if it’s a little messy. Mr. Treeger was really on one today."

I took the notes with a grateful smile. "You’re the best, Barb. Seriously."

She waved it off like it was no big deal. "It’s nothing. So, what are you up to?"

I reached into my bag and pulled out a worn paperback with a cracked spine and dog-eared pages. "Actually, I thought you might need this more than I do right now," I said, handing Barb my copy of The Shining.

Her eyes lit up as she took it, carefully running her fingers over the cover. "No way. I’ve been wanting to read this forever."

"Well, now you’ve got no excuse. It’s a classic. Just don’t read it alone at night unless you want to start hearing creepy voices in your house."

Barb laughed, flipping through the pages. "Thanks, (Y/n). This is awesome. I’ll take good care of it, promise." She looked up at me, her expression softening. "This one your favorite? "

"It's my comfort book, honestly"

"The Shining is your comfort book?".

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it. Besides, no matter how bad my day is going, everyone in that book is having a much worse, more horrible day."

She laughed and looked at me with a smile extending far beyond her eyes. "But seriously, why do you always have the best recommendations? Like, do you just spend all your time reading?"

"I wouldn’t say all my time," I joked, leaning back and shrugging. "But books don’t talk back or ditch you for better plans. So they’ve got that going for them."

Barb chuckled, but her smile faltered slightly, and she hesitated before asking, "Speaking of people ditching... can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to."

I glanced at her, curious. "Shoot."

"What happened with you and Steve? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking. You two seemed really close back then"

I froze for a moment, caught off guard by the question. It wasn’t exactly something I loved to think about, let alone talk about. Barb’s expression wasn’t nosy or judgmental- just genuinely curious. I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to say anything. But Barb was easy to talk to, and I felt like I could trust her.

"It’s... complicated," I said, exhaling sharply. "Before his, you know, 'coronation', King Steve and I were best friends. We practically grew up together. You stick with someone throughout middle school and still want to hang out? That's true friendship, right there."

She nodded like she related to what I was saying. "High School came and he changed. He wanted to hang out less, which was fine with me, you know? People change and everything," I paused for a second.

"It got bad only after Tommy and Carol started hanging out with him. He became this mean jerk, this person I could barely recognize. And I never got along with Tommy or Carol from the beginning, he knew that from the million times I have told him that I hate their guts. Hell, I've directly said it to Tommy and Carol. I just... I guess you could say we both grew up and became distant or whatever, but the fact is, he's just a colossal asshole now.

Barb frowned, clutching the book tighter. "That sucks. I’m sorry."

I shrugged, trying to play it off. "It’s whatever. We’re not kids anymore, and I guess we just outgrew each other. Besides, I’m not exactly missing out on this." I gestured toward the house, where someone let out an ear-piercing whoop, followed by the unmistakable sound of something breaking.

Barb laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, I don’t think either of us belong here."

"Hey, misery loves company, right?" I teased, bumping her shoulder lightly.

She smiled, a little more at ease now, and held up the book. "Thanks for this. I mean it."

"Don’t mention it," I said, standing up and brushing off my jeans. "Enjoy the book- and maybe steer clear of the creepy twins in the hallway."

Barb laughed again as I started to head back to my car.

"You sure you don't need a lift? Your house isn't too far, I don't mind."

"Really, it's ok, (Y/n). I'll just go whenever Nancy leaves."

"It's almost midnight, Barb, you sure?"

"I am. I really am."

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Pest of the west

Toonjuice x reader

Warning cringe

Gender neutral pronouns, pregnancy is mentioned once, also reader is forced to wear a dress

A shameless episode rewrite, swapping lydia for y/n and making it into a reader insert, I can not stress this enough, I just rewrote the episode to fit what I wanted, If this goes over well i might do more episode rewrites

Toonjuice takes you to the old west to goof off, and shit gets bad when an out law named bully the crud falls in love with you

"Come to the netherworld he said, it'll be fun he said, we'll go to the old west, you could use a good time, god" you grumbled to yourself, here you were handcuffed, wearing the ugliest, largest wedding dress you've ever seen in your life, hell, the size of the dress was the second reason stopping you from running from this cruel fate, the first being the groom. Not only were you handcuffed, your soon to be husband had a vice grip on your arm, a giant bull of a monster, Bully the Crud, you had no idea why this bastard wanted you, or why beetlejuice, scared out of his wits, ditched you to fend for yourself, all you knew was that you were screwed.

...

Finally, friday, it's been a long, rough work week. Between overtime, unreliable coworkers, and your bastard of a boss using you as a punching bag, you were beat.

Home again, you kick off your shoes, toss your bag and coat on the couch, and make the mental note to tidy up later. More importantly, you make your way to your bedroom, eager for the best part of the work day, changing out of your work clothes.

Passing the full-length mirror in your room, out of the corner of your eye, you notice the reflection wasn't yours.

"Hey BJ" you say casually, not bothering to look his way as you dig around your dresser for something more comfortable.

"It's about time you finally came around, babes,"

"Yeah, overtime again," you sigh

"Gross"

"Tell me about mister 'I don't have a job.'" You laugh, turning to the mirror to see that beetlejuice was gone.

"Huh," you mumble, scooping up your change of clothes. "Guess he had things to do?" You mumble.

Just then, you jump as the television in your bedroom turns on, loud static noises buzz from the speakers before an image settles on screen.

"Beetlejuice?"

Your television lights up showing a desert like scenery, with cactus, wired fences, cow skulls, and there was beetlejuice, dressed in cowboy attire

"That's my name, and cow poking is my game,Are you tired of the same old same old boring modern breather lifestyle?"

"Yeah" you chuckle

"Are ya in desperate need for a change of pace? Then mosey on down to the netherworld's wild west rude ranch, conveniently located in tombstone scareizona"

"There's a wild west in the netherworld? Like cowboys and stuff?" The ghoul had your full attention now, maybe sometime goofing off in the netherworld could do you some good, and the wild west would seem like something new and fun.

"Cowboys, cowghouls, just spout those magic b words, and we'll be ghost town bound"

what's the worst that could happen?

"Beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice!" You shout in a hurry, and in a flash you were gone, your change of clothes now abandoned on the floor where you once stood.

...

And there you were in the scenery you saw on your television, sand, cactus, cow skulls, all the cliches of an old west movie. Your work clothes now replaced with more appropriate attire, a black cowboy hat, with a matching vest, a soft blue coloured puffy sleeved shirt, with a dusty blue neckerchief, black pants, with a big skull shaped belt, and of course some big black boots, you look liked you walked out of freddy pharkas frontier pharmacist, but appreciated the wardrobe change, it was always so fun when your clothes changed when beetlejuice dragged you into the netherworld, it was something you grew to look forward to with each trip. Your adoration for the new look was short-lived as you glanced around, unable to locate your friend.

"Beetlejuice?"

Did he ditch you?

"Oh bury me~ on the lone prairie~"

The ground next to you shakes before beetlejuice's head pops up from the dirt and unearths the rest of himself. "Welcome to the netherwest babes! I'm your ghost host with the most, should you have any questions, I'll be sure awnser them, as obscurely as possible" the ghoul proudly proclaims as he struts away from the grave he pulled himself out of.

"So this is the netherwest, it looks fun"

"Of course, babes, it has everything an old west motife should have, sun, sand, more cliches, then you can shake a stick at," the ghost hollers, shaking a stick at a cow skull

"Sounds great, beej," you chuckle, grabbing his arm, eager to see the sights, and get your mind off your work week.

"And dont you worry toots, if you're fretting on being bush wacked by bad guys, you're fretting for nothing"

"Oh? You some kind of old West hero?" You chucke, amused by his sudden confidence.

"You kidding, babes? Nobody messes with the pest of the west, I'll show ya what I mean later, " he cackles leading you into town

"Pest is right" you smile

...

The two of you were having a blast, beetlejuice eagerly showing you the sights, dragging you around town, you both were laughing and carrying on, you really needed this after such a shitty work week, you could always rely on beetlejuice to change your mood for the better.

It was all fun and games until your ghost, with the most, got kicked by a horse into a trough of dirty water. You were trying not to laugh at him as you helped him out.

"This has got to be the closest thing I've taken ta a bath in months," he grumbled

"It's surely an improvement." You laugh, hoisting your friend out of the water,

"Excuse me" an unfamiliar voice interrupts the two of you "allow me to introduce myself" standing in front of you was a man shaped like a dartboard and a tiny purple guy who's shirt was way too long for him.

"Howdy there stranger, The name's casualty, hop along casualty, I'm the mayor of this here tombstone and this is fester, we all in the market for a new sheriff, know anybody who'd be intrested in such a noble and HIGH paying job?"

"What-" was all you managed to get out before beetlejuice perked up

"DO I? Look no further, I am the slob for the job!" Beetlejuice lunges forward, eager to shake the mayor's hand before you pull him back

"Uh, beej? You a law man? Do you even know any laws?"

"Dont rob people"

"Oof, that's on me, I set the bar too low, but weren't we just here to have fun? And besides sheriff? Ya know, that's a lot of hard work, " the ghoul's one weakness. Maybe the mentioning of work would be enough for him to decline, and the two of you could go back to goofing off.

"WORK?! YUCK!" Beetlejuice shouts, you smile, there's the ghost you know and love more than you're willing to admit.

"Maybe the breather is right. Maybe the job would be too much for this tender foot to handle," casualty loudly proclaims as he and his sidekick walk away

"TENDER FOOT!?"

Great, now they had him. Beetlejuice was always a sucker for reverse psychology.

"Can a tender foot do this?" Beetlejuice proceeds to 'show off' his so-called slime shooting skills, loudly proclaiming he could shoot his hat before it touched the ground.

The hat went up into the air and beetlejuice went trigger happy, the ghost hit everything BUT the hat, you were smart enough to take cover, the ghost proved in a matter of seconds slime shooting was something he had to cross out on his resume, as he proceeded to cover the towns folk in slime.

But yet the mayor was still eager to hire him.

"Beetlejuice, come on, seriously? you're the worst guy for the job, you lie, cheat, steal, hell you're wanted in 5 different states, and 6 provinces, plus we just got here, why would anyone want you to be sheriff? There's obviously a catch, think about it, " you pleaded with him, your words fell of deaf ears, beetlejuice was too excited with all the glory that came with his new title.

"Beetlejuice, I wouldn't do this if I were you -" You try again only to be shoved aside by the mayor, who was more than ready to slap that star shaped badge on Beetlejuice's chest.

"Congratulations, son, you're exactly what we're looking for!"

"This is a joke, right?" You groaned with arm crossed annoyed over the whole situation.

The mayor dragged Beetlejuice to the group of townsfolk who gathered in the street to see what all the commotion was about.

"Attention, yall, I'd like ya to meet our new sheriff"

The crowd cheered, and Beetlejuice drank in all the attention and praise being showered upon him, while you just stood there trying to put two and two together.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, bully the crud will be here at high noon," the mayor starts

"And he's gonna do terrible, horrible things to you -" Fester continues

"Great," you grumble, there it was, so much for a fun time.

A bell gong rings through the town, and in a matter of seconds the towns folk were gone, leaving only you and Beetlejuice standing in the middle of the street, you pull your phone out of your pocket, though you had no service, it still worked like a clock, time in the netherworld worked differently, though it was evening when you left, it was day time when you arrived, your phone always acted accordingly, it was weird, and you didnt understand it, but you werent complaining.

"Noon," you say in a whisper, your stomach now turning with dread. What the hell did beetlejuice just sign up for?

The ground rumbles, you grab the ghoul's arm out of nervousness, and in a sandstorm cloud of dust a pig pulled carriage charges into tombstone, making a hasty hault in front of the two of you. The door swings open, and there stands what you can only assume is bully the crud, a big bull of a man, snarling and staring down the two of you.

"I'm looking for trouble," he growls

Beetlejuice snorts "never met 'em, you know anyone by that name babes?" The ghoul gives you a nudge. You shake your head

"That ain't what I ment, that was a figure of speech! Which one of the two of you are the sheriff?!"

You clamp your mouth shut, you werent gonna rat out your friend or take the blame. Beetlejuice did the same.

Bully huffs through his nose before grabbing you by your neckerchief

"You better spill -" in the rough movement of grabbing you, your hat got knocked off, your eyes no longer hidden in shadow.

"You better, better- why, arent you a pretty little thing" bully sets you down, and hands you your hat "why you ring my bell little meadow muffin, hows 'bout you give ol'bully a kiss" you cringe at his change in mood and utter out a "what?" More confused than anything else, not to mention disgusted.

Beetlejuice quickly pulls you away, a tad angry over how this overgrown hamburger was now hitting on you, HIS best friend.

"I'm the sheriff round these parts, and this here is my deputy." The ghoul snatches your hat from your hands and roughly puts it back on your head.

"I never agreed to that," you grumble, adjusting your hat.

"YOU'RE THE NEW SHERIFF?!" the bull bellowed, followed by a fit of laughter

"And who might you be?" Beetlejuice puffed out his chest, squaring up to the monster

"I'm bully the crud, the meanest ombre that ever licked a law man," he shouted

"Ya know you look a lot bigger than your eight by tens. Were you sick on picture day?" Beetlejuice laughs, pulling a photo from his pocket

"Enough small talk, I came to run you outta town, and that's what I aim ta do." The bully snorts

"Alright, bully, make your move," beetlejuice snorts reaching for his slime shooter

In a matter of second, the monster grabs beetlejuice with one hand, tightly wrapped about his gut, squeezing the afterlife out of him

"Nice move" beetlejuice croaks

"Wait!" You shout, dead or not, that's got to hurt

Bully drops Beetlejuice, his attention now on you

"Sweet little meadow muffin, ya change your tune about giving ol' bully that kiss?" He coos, quickly making his way in front of you and grabbing your hands. His voice was much less harsh when addressing you. It was nauseating.

"Ugh," you flinch. You'd prefer the same hostility he's shown towards beetlejuice over this 'sweet' side in a heartbeat.

As disgusted as you were, this little exchange, it was enough of a distraction to get beetlejuice back on his feet.

In a flash your ghost host with the most pulls you away from the Bull's grasp

"Back off bovine breath," he snorts, jabbing bully in his chest. "I hope you dont mind me asking, but what's your BEEF with this town anyway? Cuz we'd kinda like ya to just MOO-ve along" with each cow related joke beetlejuice pushed bully back away from you, you bit your tongue, trying not to laugh, despite Beetlejuice's confidence, you werent too sure how dangerous this guy really was, and besides, beej was doing enough laughing for the both of you.

You remained silent watching beetlejuice roll on the floor laughing at his own jokes, that is until Bully has had enough of the ghoul's shenanigans and snaps and screams.

"NOBODY MAKES A LAUGHING STOCK OUT OF BULLY THE CRUD!"

Beetlejuice hops back to his feet and laughs

"Beej, I think you should get serious here," you urge. Yes, you know beetlejuice was a powerful ghost, but he was also a dumbass.

He snorts, "Come on, babes, you worry too much. This over sized hamburger is all bark and no bite, ya know what I mean?" Beetlejuice gives you a half-hearted shrug, turning away from Bully.

Of course, Beetlejuice wasn't as freaked out as you were, he wasnt the one getting kissy faces from a cow.

"Relax, babes, remember what I told ya earlier? Nobody messes with the pest of the west-!?" Beetlejuice freezes. While he spent his time ignoring bully and flapping his gums at you, the bull took his opportunity and painted a large yellow stripe on Beetlejuice's back.

"THE SHERIFF GOT A YELLOW STREAK DOWN HIS BACK!" A voice screams

were the towns folk watching this whole mess?

"You calling me a chicken?!" Beetlejuice screams back

"Boo" bully leans into him and whispers in Beetlejuice's ear

And that was all it took to turn your friend into a giant yellow chicken

Beetlejuice scrambled and clucked away from bully, hopping on the nearest horse and riding out of town.

"Fuck" was all you could say watching your friend ride out of view, you were now screwed.

You were pulled from the spot and hoisted up into bully's arms

"Now that I ran sheriff stinko out of town, let's have us a wedding♡"

"...I just have one question for you"

"Well sure there honey"

"What's the capital on Thailand?"

"What?"

"Its Bangkok!" You shout slamming the heel of your boot into bully's crotch.

Bully drops you and screams. You quickly scramble away, thankful that stupid joke worked.

Your freedom was shortly lived, you didnt get far, no building would let you in, citizens too frightened to what Bully might do to them if they were caught harboring someone he wanted, which was fair in a sense.

Bully pulls you back into his arms and laughs. "You should be more careful there, my little meadow muffin, you dont wanna damage the family jewels, we're gonna need em"

Beetlejuice wherever you are please come back.

...

As you were being prepared/forced to marry a literal monster, Beetlejuice was in the middle of the desert not too worried about you, back to his old abnormal self, arguing with a horse.

"So your not gonna head back to tombstone? What about your friend?"

"Y/n? They're fine, they're the toughest living thing I've ever had the privilege to scare" he waves his horse off, despite all the teasing the ghoul gave you he held a very high opinion of you and just assumes you could take on bully no problem. "They could take on a whole herd of Bully the cruds, no sweat"

...

"Y/n's sure taking their sweet time, I'm beginning to worry" Beetlejuice sighs

"I told ya, bully the crud is one tough side of beef. Do you have any idea what's gonna happen to your little friend if you dont run him outta town?" The horse nags.

Beetlejuice snorts, "Yeah, like I can see the future -" in a flash, Beetlejuice's cowboy attire was replaced with to resemble swami, with a big crystal ball nestled in his lap.

The ghoul snorts out a laugh

"Now let's see if I can get a clear picture on this thing" beetlejuice focuses on the orb and what he sees makes his stomach turn, not only did you fail on rescuing yourself from his mess, you were forced into marriage with that monster, your living status was now gone, you were barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen, and all because of him.

"Y/N! SAY IT AIN'T SO! Y/N AND BULLY ARE GONNA GET HITCHED!"

...

So here you were, hand cuffed, now gagged, in the ugliest puffy dress you ever seen, standing before a minister with you future husband who had a vice grip on you and no way out, you were trapped, you couldnt run, you could barely speak, every objection from your mouth was quickly muffled by Bullys sweaty hands to the point the bull gagged you to make things easier for this mess of a ceremony, if you could manage a few words you would have said the B word 3 times before this got this far. Your time was running out, and your hopes of beetlejuice coming to save you were getting slimmer by the second.

"We are gathered here today to join these two in matrimony, be there any man, or beast" the father gesturing to the side of the church filled with what you could only assume is Bullys extended family. "Who feels that this here wedding should not take place, let them hold up their hand, or hove, or forever hold their cud," the minister laughs nervously

This was it. You were doomed, there was nothing you could do, you stood there staring forward, utterly lost in despair.

"GET ON WITH IT!" Bully bellows tugging you in closer. This had to be a nightmare, right? Any second your alarm would go off, right? Waking you from this disaster, right?

"That's it! The only thing left to say is, I now pronounce you cow and-!"

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE PARSON! I OBJECT!"

You whip your head around, knowing that voice anywhere, there he was, your knight in stinking armor, standing at the entrance of the hall, rushing towards you.

"This lil' thing is spoken for" beej spats before pulling you away from Bully, with a snap of the ghoul's fingers your restraints vanish, with your new found freedom you were quick to embrace him, silently thanking the stars he came back in the nic of time.

"How dare you try and marry MY fiance!"

"Your what?" You mumble

"Your fiance?! They ain't got a ring to prove that!"

"Oh?~" Beetlejuice grabs your wrist and shoves your hand in Bully's face, "then what's this?" Placed upon your middle finger was a very large, very tacky, bright green jewel on a black and white striped band, a ring that sure wasn't there 2 minutes ago.

"I-?!" The bully stutters

"You didn't notice? were you too busy forcing my little cockroach into this mess you couldnt be asked to see if they've been already spoken for, I bet you wouldnt listen to a word they said" each word the ghoul spoke he would jab the bull in the chest, he was really laying on the country twang, you couldnt help bit crack a smile knowing the danger of you being married to that monster was gone, not to mention Beetlejuice saying you were his fiance, it was cute and it made your heart skip a beat.

This mirth was short-lived, though, as Bully had had enough of Beetlejuice's shenanigans, with a snarl and a bellowing howl.

"NOBODY CUTS OFF MY NUPTIALS AND GETS AWAY WITH! IT'S TIME WE SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

"Yeah"

"AND THAT MEANS ONLY ONE THING"

"Name it"

"SLIMESHOOTERS AT 60 PACES"

"YOU GOT IT!"

Bully stomps out of the church to get ready for the dual

Beetlejuice quickly pulls you aside

"Alright babes, let's get out of here, just say those magic b words, and we can amscray," he whispers to you.

"We can't"

"right- WHAT?! WHY?! - I mean, why? Cat got your tongue? Suddenly, you lost your voice? Or, oh no, dont tell me ya changed your mind and ACTUALLY WANT TO MARRY THAT CHUMP??" The ghoul grabs you shoulders and shakes you as if to knock some sense into you.

You brush his hands away "no, Beetlejuice, we cant leave, if we leave Bully is gonna destroy this town and everyone in it, I can't live with that on my shoulders" despite the fact that you hung around with a professional con man, you yourself were honest and kind, and to be the cause of such misery, you could never forgive yourself.

"Like I'm gonna lose sleep over that-" he grumbles

"Please beetlejuice, I'm asking you as a friend, and after you ditching me, I think you owe me" you gesture to the awful dress you were forced in, not to mention how if he was seconds late you could have been hitched to a literal monster.

"Fine" he grumbles

"Besides you're dead, what do you have to lose?"

Beetlejuice groans

"Also, can I ask one more thing of you, Beej? Can you get me out of this dress?" You tug at the tooling. You could barely move, and the fabric was quite itchy.

"Y/n! In front of so many people, and in a church! Well, if you insist, " the ghoul gingerly reaches for the zipper on your dress before you swat his hand away, clearly embarrassed

"I ment with magic." You sigh, not really in the mood for games

"Right, I knew that, just messing with ya," he chuckles sheepishly. With another snap, you were back in your cowboy attire

"Thank you, now, now what about bully?" You sneer

"Sit tight, babes, Bully's got a date with the sheriff"

"No, we can beat him together." You give the ghoul a light punch in the arm, still a little sore he left you behind.

...

Like any other western movie cliche, beetlejuice and bully square off in the center of town

"Please, for the love of god cheat," you grumble, watching this soon to be mess from the sidelines.

"That would be ideal, your friend there couldn't hit the ground with his hat," the mayor buts in to your mutterings

"But I think I have something dumb enough it might just work -" you muse before running off.

"This is it bully. It's time to separate the men from the bulls. There's no tomorrow. It's now or never, the cheese stands alone!"

"Quit stalling and draw!" Bully sneers, absolutely fed up with Beetlejuice's nonsense.

"Draw? I'm a little rusty, but I'll give it a go. " Beetlejuice snorts swapping his cowboy hat for a beret, pulling a canvas and easel out of nowhere

"Now I'm gonna need ya to keep that pose for the next few hours -"

Bully screams in frustration, ripping the canvas away from Beej and slamming it over head

Beetlejuice unfazed snorts. "I really get into my work"

"I'm gonna give you one last chance to draw beetlejerk, or else I'm gonna start without ya, NOW DRAW!"

Beetlejuice swallows the lump in his throat "I guess this is it, theres no turning back now"

"Hold it!"

"Y/n!" Beetlejuice shouts, glad to see you

"Hey Bully I've change my mind about marrying you!" You shout

"WHAT!? Babes have you lost your mind?!"

"You have?! Oh honey I'd knew youd come around♡"

You run into the center of the action and with Bully distracted, you toss beetlejuice a different pistol

"Shoot!" You shout

"OH!" Beetlejuice fumbles with the gun before taking clear aim and firing, but instead of slime, a red sauce came out, covering bully, you let out a sigh you didnt know you were holding, the fact that beetlejuice ACTUALLY hit bully was nothing other than luck.

"Huh?! BARBEQUE SAUCE?! GET IT OFF OF ME" Bully screams

"I dont know about you, babes, but I could eat." beetlejuice growls, scraping a knife and fork together.

Bully scared for his afterlife screams and scrambles out of tombstone, off into the sunset and out of sight.

"Thank god" you sigh, absolutely physically and emotionally exhausted

"We did it, babes!" Beetlejuice pulls you into a side hug

"Yeah" you chuckle

"Sheriff, we can't thank you enough." The mayor shakes Beetlejuice's hand

"Yup, bully the crud won't be bothering this town anymore, so long as you keep plenty of barbeque sauce on hand, but alas, it's about time I hung up the old slimeshooters" beetlejuice sighs

"WHAT?!" The mayor of tombstone drops to the ground and hugs Beetlejuice's knees."NO! dont quit, is it because of me, because I got you to take the job with trickery, dishonesty, and deceit?"

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "heck no I like that in a guy, but no, I'm hanging up my guns for personal reasons, all this mud are ruining my boots"

The mayor sighs, "we lose a lot of them that way..."

"We should get going, Beej." You finally interrupt, desperate to get home and rest.

Beetlejuice perks up. "So babes, how's bout a thank you for your hero, huh?" Beetlejuice leans into you, wiggling his eyebrows

"A 'thank you' to the guy whose fault I almost married to cow?" You snort out a laugh

"I came back in the nic of time, didn't I? Come on, come on, come on~" the ghoul teases, nudging his elbow into your arm.

You yank beetlejuice by his neckerchief pulling him close to your level, that was enough to get him to shut his mouth, and in an instant, you give him a quick, soft kiss on his cheek.

Letting him go, he remains stunned. You give the ghoul a light punch in the arm

"Come on, beetlejuice, let's go home"

"...Right"

It was odd, everytime you've shown beej kindness or compassion, he would always go off saying it was 'gross' but this time that wasnt that case, he remained silent, which after the day you had, you were fine with that.

Bonus

To be honest, you were exhausted, between a rough work week and that whole emotional nearly married to a monster thing. You nearly passed out when you returned home.

But now all that was behind you and you were home again, safe and unwed.

In the netherworld, the ghoul who dragged you into the situation/ saved you was laying awake in his bed, hand gingerly placed upon the cheek you so quickly kissed.

Yes, beetlejuice has kissed you multiple times, but as a joke, sort of, but this? You kissing him? With genuine feeling?

"Gross" was all he could utter, hand still holding the spot where your lips met his cold face.

#beetlejuice x reader #toonjuice x reader #cartoon beetlejuice x reader

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zombiec4ke · 9 months ago

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Can't take my eyes off you....(Part 1)

eyefestation x hard of seeing reader... summary (I suck at making these): as you were charged of a crime that you didn't do you were sent to ###### high security prison on a death row, but you were given a chance to live free of charge if you retrieved a crystal. How was you supposed to know that it would be better to just die? warnings: some swears here and there nothing too bad...yet...

a/n: uhhh so yeah...I made it...yippe?

(Ps y/n is hard of seeing in this fic, not entirely blind they have glasses but without their glasses they're as good as blind, also gn pronouns)

##-##-20##.

you are an inmate of ###### high security prison..

your crimes are irrelevant.

whether or not you were falsely charged is irrelevant.

you have served 93 days of your # year sentence.

Today, three men from Urbanshade Corporation, being escorted by heavily armed guards, arrived at the prison.

They were searching for volunteers to help them retrieve a crystal of sorts, a highly important asset they were unable to secure during a major security breach in one of their facilities.

they stated the risk of death was high but whoever could retrieve the asset return to them would be pardoned release with cleared record and receive ##### in cash

many of your fellow inmates signed up....

you signed up as well

you are expendable....

You are not expected to return...

the submarine hummed softly in the depths, the sound echoing throughout its small surface area

you were the only inmate on the sub, the others....well, uh let's just say they couldn't make it.

So the sub was eerily quiet without the usual chatter and arguing from your cellmates. You leaned your head on the wall letting the cold metal cool the back of your head.

The sub began to ascend, and soon enough it came to a stop, and you heard the creak of a hatch opening, you lifted your head off the wall and headed to the open hatch

as you stepped onto the concrete (?) floor you heard a man from urbshade on a speaker talk about retrieving the crystal blah blah blah ect you didn't really care to listen to the low quality pre recorded message.

you crouched under some boxes and got a key card that goes to the first door and made your way to insert the key card, when a 'click' noise is heard the doors open and shows a room that is very plain besides a few drawers here and there. you walked across the room to door 2.

the next 10 doors nothing really happened...unless you count spending 10 minutes trying to find a damn key card then stuff happened.

door 12 opened to show a hallway like any other but what was different was that the lights started flickering...that confused you, at first you just thought it was electrical problems but then you heard a high pitch scream so you dove in a locker just in time before a...how do you even describe that horrible monster you saw go past from the crack of the locker....

After the coast was clear you walked out the locker and tried to steady your queasy legs that felt like they were going to give out any second...

"What the hell was that...?" you mumble to yourself even though there was no one there besides yourself and maybe 5 cameras pointed at you from all angles

the next 5 doors were the same as through the occasional flicker of lights, although you found the monster to be a bit easier to hide from the more you met it.

it felt weird calling it an 'it' but you didn't want to call it a he if it's actually a she but then again maybe it's nonbinary...do monsters even have genders?!...*cough* ok enough rambling...

*30 doors later ig; I'm already tired and I don't think you wanna hear me talking about going through more doors*

you stood in front of room 47...you felt tired and hungry...when was the last time you ate? slept?? (it's only been 7 hours)

if the monsters didn't kill you then the exhaustion sure will...you took in a deep breath and put the key card in waiting a bit before the door opened annnnddd..

Pitch. Fucking Black.

You sure are glad you found a lantern! Surely there are no monsters that hate light and will hurt you if you flash them with light!

so rather than trying you go through the door just straight through without needing a light you choose to use a your lantern, luck be told there was a damn Squiddle and it lunged at you knocking your glasses off your face

"fuck" you hissed under your breath as you took a step back not noticing you stepped on your glasses until you hear the crunch of glass

"goddammit..." you say as you try and see but the world is a blurry mess...also you're still in the dark-

well this is gonna be fun... a/n: sorry if it's not long I'm going to make a part 2 where stuff really happens so think of this as a prologue or smth like that

#eyefestation #eyefestation x reader #x reader #roblox pressure x reader #roblox pressure #roblox #gn reader #gn #Uhhh..#I really suck at tagging #part 1 #part 2 is coming ig #I'm tired #but Im always tired #Sooo...yeah :D #let me know if theres any mistakes #kill the sqiddles #I hate them sm

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thebowieconstricker · 11 months ago

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Head Over Heels - Chapter 2

(The Creature x Reader)

A Lisa Frankenstein (2024) fic

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Finally, an update! A lot of stuff goes down in this chapter but I’d like to say this: in this chapter, you go through the same experience that Lisa goes through in the movie. I’m not comfortable writing out that experience, so instead, there’s a time skip to after that event has taken place. I know that so far it seems a little self-insert-y, and it DEFINITELY is, but don’t worry, I’m gonna spice things up. Also, I’m cooking up a one shot! Enjoy!

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You looked over Micheal. You’d never had such a straightforward view of him before. He was always sitting in front of you or passing you in the hallway. Never talking to you.

His brown hair was straight and long, framing his very pretty face nicely. He had dark brown eyes and sharp eyebrows. His lips were in a smirk.

Why was he looking at you like that?

“(Y/N) McFadden.” He said.

WHY DID HE KNOW YOUR NAME???

“Micheal Trent.” You replied, trying to sound confident but definitely failing. “You… you know me?” You asked, very taken aback.

He chuckled. “Well, we’re both currently being educated in the same walls of asbestos.” You nodded and smiled at his comment. Micheal continued.

“Plus, you’ve submitted some really strong poems to The Grackle.”

Your eyes widened as you felt your face get hot with embarrassment. The Grackle was your school newspaper, and as soon as you heard about it, you were submitting your poems. In your last four years of school, you had even managed to get some published. But you didn’t think anyone actually paid attention to them.

“You like my poems?” You asked smiling, twisting the lid of the water bottle in your hand.

Micheal shrugged in a way that managed to be cute. “I wouldn’t have published them if I didn’t.”

Oh right, he’s the editor. HE’S THE EDITOR. HE’S READ MULTIPLE OF YOUR POEMS HOLY-

Suddenly, a girl walked over to Micheal, putting her hand on his shoulder. You recognized her immediately by her black lipstick and teased hair. Tamara White. The smile on your face fell.

“Hey Micheal, I found the keg. It’s Clydesdale piss, but, you know…” She was holding a solo cup in her other hand, not bothering to make eye contact with you. Or even look at you.

You cleared your throat. “Hey, Tamera.”

She then looked at you, her eyes narrowing. Dang, she has good eyeliner, you thought absentmindedly. She smiled a bit too wide to be genuine.

“Hi… sorry, do we know each other?”

You fought back the urge to roll your eyes. “Just a couple classes.” You said, gritting your teeth.

She cocked her head. “This year?”

You blinked. “This semester.”

Micheal looked down, fighting back a laugh.

You made him laugh? That wasn’t even funny-

Tamara coughed. “Bless. Anyways, do you want a sip?” She gestured her cup towards Micheal, the drink so full it nearly sloshed over the sides. Micheal took a look and grimaced. “Uh…”

And then, you did something extraordinarily stupid. For some reason, either the atmosphere of the party, or the fear of missing out taking over your body, or your desire to be seen as a well-adjusted individual, you decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to illegally drink for the first time in your life.

“I’ll take one.” You said, a bit too loudly. Micheal and Tamara both looked at you strangely. Micheal frowned, then looked at Tamara as if she was to blame for your sudden outburst.

Tamara smirked. “What? They’re allowed to party.” She outstretched her arm to give you the cup. Staring you down this time, she raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.

This is a challenge, you realized.

You took the cup gingerly and, after taking a breath, took a big gulp.

Immediate regret. The drink fizzed in your mouth and burned going down your throat, straight to your stomach where it immediately began to growl. You hated the smell of alcohol, it was artificial and gross and now it was all you could taste. Also, it tasted like there was something else in there, an extra layer of bubbling that made you lightheaded.

“What is this?” You asked, not noticing Tamara snickering to Micheal.

“You know, I’m not really sure.” She said, making Micheal push her shoulder slightly. Tamara stopped smiling. “I got it off, uh… Darren? I think his name is?” Micheal rolled his eyes.

“Come on. Poor kid just went from Pepsi Free to PCP.”

You were not a kid. You were 18, you could handle yourself. You thought, a little annoyed.

Tamara went back to laughing. “You’re being so dramatic.”

You staggered backwards, your head now swimming with sickness. Accidentally, your leg hit the cooler behind you, making a loud thump and gaining the attention of some of the teens around you.

Including Taffy.

She immediately rushed over to you, concern clear in her expression.

“Hey, (N/N), you okay?” She put a hand around your shoulder, the other going to take your drink. She sniffed it and her eyes widened.

“Did those darksiders give you something?!”

You wrinkled your nose. What kind of name was that? They were cool people, at least Micheal was-

It then occurred to you that you would’ve liked to be Tamara’s friend, actually. You liked her style and the way she carried herself. You recalled walking with her to class your freshman year.

Why did she act like this now?

Taffy poured your drink out in the grass and threw the cup down, then walked around in front of you to grab you by your shoulders.

“This is not what I expected from you! You have so much potential, (Y/N)!” You couldn’t look Taffy in the eyes, the world around her was too busy. You could only stare at the ground.

Taffy stood up straight, then turned to walk towards Micheal and Tamara.

“Hey, you! We need to talk!” She angrily shouted. You heard vague sounds of an argument in front of you, but there was a sudden ringing in your ears, only adding to your discomfort.

You walked awkwardly around the cooler, deciding that what you really needed was to sit down. Heading towards the house, you dodged drunk teen after drunk teen, all living their lives around you. It was like they were in bubbles, perfectly content in their own worlds, as you were completely shut out of theirs. The music around you was loud, the light and colors floating and swirling around you like the Starry Night painting.

Your stomach growled again as you walked past the glass doors shutting you out from the living room. You wanted to make it to the couch, but a pang of sharpness went through your head and you collapsed behind it instead.

How did this get so bad so fast? You thought, head bumping against the back of the couch. These were supposed to be the best years of your life. Instead, you felt like you were drowning.

You pulled your knees to your chest and held your head in your hands. Stomach churning, you realized that you were definitely gonna vomit tonight.

And then, without warning, a small figure walked towards you. Hearing the footsteps, you looked up and squinted, your vision blurry. Slowly, you recognized a face as it crouched down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He was sort of smiling, like he was catching you in an awkward situation.

You furrowed your brows, trying to remember his name.

He frowned at your reaction. “Are you okay?” He put a hand on your shoulder and you flinched, but it was a soft touch. The bright lights of the living room were blaring on his face, making it look like a kaleidoscope.

“Who are you?” You muttered, clear enough that he could hear you.

“Uh, it’s-“ He took a breath. “-it’s me, it’s Doug. Your lab partner?”

Oh, it’s Doug! Doug Ram was your lab partner! He was always pretty nice to you, even if you barely spoke a word in class. He was smart, too. You always got good grades when you worked with him.

You tried to nod, but your head just fell forward limply. Doug’s arm moved to go around your shoulders.

“Okay, um… let’s find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?”

He helped you to your feet and you leaned against him, despite the fact that he was a great deal smaller than you.

And then, he led you through the party. He rambled about something, maybe about wishing he was somewhere else, but you couldn’t really pay attention. The music was so loud.

As he talked, you wished you were at the cemetery. There, you had room to breathe. It was lush and green and natural. Your companion there wouldn’t be talking so much, and you would feel comfortable enough to drone on and on about whatever you wanted to.

You missed him, Mr. Unmarked. Though you didn’t call him that, you just said, “You,” when you read to him.

Walking with Doug, you walked past a few paintings on the walls, admiring how the paints would swirl and dance on the canvas.

Wait- where were you?

“Who’s your favorite director of all time?” Doug’s random question distracted you from your confusion.

You tried to clear your throat and said, “Pabst,” on instinct. Pandora’s Box was your personal favorite of his.

Doug laughed. “Oh, you’re just reading my beer can.”

You shook your head, somewhat annoyed. “No. He was…” You ran your fingers along the wallpaper as the figures on it twisted. “…a real director.”

Doug made a ‘hmm’ sound. “What kind of movies did he direct?” You turned to him, suddenly giggly. “Silents.” You answered, whispering.

Doug chuckled. “Okay, I’ll be quiet.” He whispered back.

What? No, that’s not what you meant-

And then, a crash of thunder from outside. You jumped, and in the moment, you gagged. Doug quickly realized what was happening and ushered you to a bathroom. You got on your knees over the toilet and started to puke. Thankfully, Doug was kind enough to hold back your hair.

“There ya go, kiddo. How many cans of White Rain you got in there?” He said.

Why was he calling you that? You’re not a child!

You continued to throw up until most of the sick was out of your system. You finally tilted your head back up and motioned to Doug that you were done. He nodded and helped you stand back up, now guiding you to one of the other rooms in the house. This one had a bed, which he sat you down on. Then, he left the room to get you a bottle of water.

You listened to the rain pounding on the roof, soothed by its ambiance. Another pang on thunder shook the house. You smiled to yourself, appreciating the kindness of your friend. At least he was on your side.

He entered the room with a bottle in hand. You took it and immediately uncapped it, then took a long sip. It was cold and crisp, making you feel better already.

“Thank you.” You said to him. He nodded and sat next to you on the bed.

Another roll of thunder. “Looks like the angels are bowling, as my mom used to say.” You chuckled and nodded.

Then… then something happened.

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You ran through the house, down the stairs, back out through the glass door of the living room, tears pouring down your face as you tried to catch your breath. The rain was picking up now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Doug was not kind. He was not your friend.

How could you be so stupid?

You stumbled through the crowd, faces blurring into a mass of cackling forms. Everything was too loud and too bright and you couldn’t do this.

You needed peace.

You needed nature.

You ran into the woods, which wasn’t too far from whoever’s house you had ended up at. With the rain, the usually soft ground was turning muddy, but you ran nonetheless. You could barely see the trees around you, but your body had walked this trail a million times, and it didn’t take you long to find your way to the bachelors cemetery. Here, the thick canopy of leaves above you blocked out some of the rain, though you could still hear thunder all around you.

You walked slowly now, careful not to trip over any of the graves around you. After looking over the forest floor, you finally, finally spotted the stoic bust of your companion.

You moved over to him, his grave standing tall amongst the other lower ones. You found yourself falling down, body leaning almost entirely on the base of his grave. You looked up to his face, still crying, as you whispered the only thing you could think of.

“I wish I was with you.”

And you meant it. Being in the ground, safe and away from everybody else, was all you wanted in that moment.

Your exhaustion overtook you, and you laid at the base of your friend’s grave. A true friend, although you had never spoken. Over the past four years, he had been the most consistent kindly force in your life. You knew that with him, here, at this sacred place, you were safe.

And then you fell asleep.

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I’m gonna start tagging people every time I update this story, so let me know if you’d like to be taken off the list or added! Thanks for reading! <333

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pepsiboyy · 1 year ago

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HEARTBEAT - part one

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: after moving to massachusetts from florida, y/n lives with her half brother, nathan doe, who is part of a small garage band. their sassy guitarist, chris sturniolo, can't help but get on her nerves. but there's something about him. warnings: use of y/n lol, mentions of drug abuse, cursing, angst a/n: NEW SERIES ugh i hope you guys LOVE IT SO HARD i have been wanting to start this one for so long i would be in class brainstorming it AND NOW IM DONE WITH IN-PERSON SCHOOL so yayy i hope you guys love it!!!!! sincerely, apollo <3

REWRITTEN : I REWROTE THIS HERE. feel free to read this one, the other part one has the same content with further elaboration and some stuff is moved around!!

"are you even listening?"

my eyes ripped from the window to my right.

"yeah, sorry." i mumbled.

massachusetts was so different from florida. it was so much cooler, and why is everything so close together?

i turned to my father, who i swear i only truly knew as a facebook post on my phone screen.

"i think your mom is gonna be so happy to hear that you-"

"she won't care." i chuckled softly as i took a deep breath and sighed, shrugging. "it's okay though. i'm trying to move past that."

as much as i loved my mother, i knew she was bad for me.

my mom was a major drug addict. i fearfully called the cops and child protective services upon finding her in a mental state i had never seen her in. after investigation and lots of court shit i didn't want to think about, i was sent to my father's. i never knew him personally. it was never anything toxic, we talked on social media. but he left shortly after i was born and had a son with a new woman.

my half brother, nathan doe, sat beside me scrolling on his phone.

i had never really spoken to him. he seemed like somebody i might get along with, but i had yet to interact with him.

i guess we would see how it goes.

terrible. it goes terrible. i sat in their guest bedroom for about fourty-five minutes, digging through all of my belongings to find my phone charger. i definitely forgot it.

with a deep sigh, i ran my fingers through my hair and stood to my feet quickly and made my way down the stairs and to the kitchen, where everyone was sitting. i blinked a few times.

"uhh.. hey?" i chuckled awkwardly, biting my lip before burying my hands into my hoodie's pockets. "so um.. i'm gonna run to that gas station we passed on the way here, i'll just walk, i need the fresh air." i breathed.

everyone seemed to exchange looks before they nodded and my dad stood up. "call me if you need anything."

i simply nodded and waved at everyone before heading out the door with a soft sigh, unknowingly slamming the door behind me.

the boston breeze really began to sting about halfway through the walk, even if it were only about three minutes i had really been walking. my headphones hugged my head and played loudly, blasting some of my favorite songs that i had on a playlist to calm down.

there was no reason i should have been so angry, but i think it's just the new environment truly getting to me.

i pulled open the door to the gas station and removed my hood, looking around. my eyes turned to the boy working at the counter, whose eyes were glued to his phone. i turned to look for a charger for my own phone, biting my lip in focus and frowning at the prices. "so expensive.. this is unfair." i scoffed to myself.

after grabbing the two boxes, one being a brick and the other being the cord, i let out a frustrated sigh and set them on the counter, a little harsher than i had anticipated to.

"woah there, i'm sensing some aggression. boyfriend start an argument or what?"

i turned to the boy working, my eyes wide. "excuse me?" i stared at him for a brief moment before scoffing and shaking my head. "none of your business, can you just ring me up please?" i stated firmly, getting out my card and inserting it into the reader.

after pressing a few buttons on the screen on his side, he threw his hands up in defense. "relax sweetheart, i'm just yanking your chain."

"what-?" i stared at him with an expression of disgust, pulling my card out and shoving it into my wallet angrily. i looked at his nametag and squinted slightly.

the boy set the two boxes into a bag and handed them to me, where i gripped the bag and stared at him. "i'm not your sweetheart, chris." i emphasized, quickly leaving and not turning around at the sound of him laughing to himself.

the knock at my door caused me to jump slightly, and i quickly sat up to make my way towards the sound. "what's up?"

i blinked when i saw nate looking at me, the hat on his head backwards and his sleeveless shirt loose on him.

"hey, so.." he blinked a few times as he looked away then back at me. "sorry, i know we haven't spoken much. but um. i'm part of a little band?" he mumbled, and i nodded and leaned against the doorframe as i listened closely. "i figured i should let you know, tuesdays and thursdays we play in the garage, we usually stop at about ten o'clock though, so.." he trailed off.

i looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows before looking at my phone, shrugging softly before setting it back in my pocket. i'm already forgetting the days of the week. couldn't have told anybody today was tuesday.

"that's okay with you, right?"

"yeah, of course. do your thing, man." i smiled reassuringly, and nate's entire expression visibly lit up a bit.

"'preciate it a lot, y/n. you're welcome to sit in and watch if you're interested."

i quickly shook my head and waved a hand. "no no, it's okay. i have some things to do anyway."

nate nodded and waved before he turned and headed down the stairs.

i shut the door and made my way back to my bed, yawning softly. nate seemed very sweet. i don't doubt we will get along in any way, i'm just awkward. and it seems like he is a bit too. pretty sure our dad is, too.

i sighed as i curled up in bed, watching youtube.

11:12pm. it was an hour and twelve minutes past the given time, and all i could hear was sound. just sound. below me.

i was growing frustrated with each second that went by.

fed up, i stood to my feet and stomped out of my room and down the stairs, allowing my arms to hug myself. i was wearing shorts and a baggy tee. the sound grew louder with each step that i took.

i swung open the garage door and looked at nate, slamming the drums, an unfamiliar figure strumming the bass, and-

"hey, y/n," nate stated as he stopped his movements and gave me a toothy smile.

i swear my face went pale.

"this is ben, and this is chris-"

"your name's y/n?" chris stated, his expression equally as shocked as he lowered his arms from his deep red guitar.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #matthew sturniolo #nathan doe #nate doe

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bardoftheshire · 20 days ago

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At Least I've Got You || C1

Richie Tozier x Reader

Next Part (you NEED to read it, it is nessasary.)>>

Notes; I used the whole movie script for this, I’m not even joking. It’s just the movie with the reader inserted. This shit took me so long and has so many words, I’ll be surprised if you read the whole damn thing. It’s also the 26th of March as I’m starting this, so it’s taken ages.

Warnings; *sigh…* Foul language, death, blood, mentions of abuse, sharp objects, smoking, violence, physical and vocal harassment, derogatory language, slurs, dirty innuendos, vomit, and that scary fuckass clown.

Word Count; 15,5032 (wow!)

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You lay in your bed and stare at the ceiling.

7:16 the clock on your nightstand read.

"Y/n, your friends are outside. It's time to go to school!" Your mom said, practically barging into the room.

"Alright, mom. I'll be out, just let me get my stuff." You sigh as you push yourself up and off the bed.

You grab your school bag and put on your shoes, telling your parents and sister goodbye before heading out the door.

"Jesus fucking christ, finally. What the fuck were you doing in there, having sex with Eddie's mom?" Richie says.

"Fuck off Richie. You think I would let her touch me, let alone that I would willingly touch her?" You say with a disgusted look on your face.

"You're seriously already pissing me off, guys. And it's only 7:30." Eddie scoffs.

You look at Richie and stare for a moment before bursting out into laughter.

"I fucking hate you guys, you know that?"

"I love you too, Eddie." You say as you lick your hand and ruffle his hair.

"Ew, what the fuck! Do you how much fucking germs and bacteria there is in your fucking saliva! You just put that shit all over me!" Eddie pushes you away and shivers in disgust.

"C-cut it out, g-g-guys. Let's go already." Bill stutters.

You snicker as you grab your bike and get on it, riding it down the road with the rest of the guys.

"You know, Eddie. I think my sister got me sick two days ago and I think I might still be kinda sick so that means you're probably going to get what me and my sister did. I just hope it's not pneumonia." You tease.

"Oh my god if you get me fucking sick I'll kill you!"

"Not if the pneumonia kills you first~" You laugh, riding next to Eddie and rubbing your hand on his arm before he slapped it away. "Why'd our parents even force us to go to school today, it's the last day. No one goes to school on the last day."

Scattered complaints and 'I don't know's' were heard from everyone.

In reality, you just didn't want to run into Bowers. He was starting to pick on you more often than before and it wasn't a simple teasing either. He'd pull your hair and call and tell you things that you don't even think the devil himself would come up with and say.

You felt like it was going to be a very long day.

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"...So there's this church full of Jews, right? And Stan has to take this super Jewy test," Richie starts.

You roll your eyes and shake your head, not even knowing what the hell is going to come out of his mouth this time.

"But how's it work?" Bill asks.

"They slice the tip of his dick off." Eddie simply explains.

"It's actually called-" You start before being quickly cut off by Richie.

"But then Stan will have nothing left!"

You slap him up the top of his head, earning a hiss from him. "Ow..!"

Eddie looks as if he was about to say something but quickly shuts his mouth before a word could come out of it as he looks at you.

"Wait up you guys!" Stanley runs to the group, standing behind Eddie and Bill.

"Hey, Stan, what happens at the Bar Mitzvah anyways? Ed says they slice the tip of your d-di-dick off." Bill asks.

If it weren't for Bill's nonchalant tone, you'd think he was teasing Stanley. Or maybe he was actually trying to understand. Honestly, you found it difficult to read any of the boys. But you were kind of glad for that at the same time. You didn't want to read them...

"Yeah, and I think the Rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say 'where's the beef?'" Richie exclaims.

You hit Richie once more but laugh.

"Dude!" He said, rubbing the back of his head.

"At the Bar Mitzvah, I read from the Torah, and then I make a speech, and suddenly, I become a man." Stanley explains.

"I could think of funner ways to become a man."

"More ‘fun' you mean." Stan corrects as you snicker at Richie's failure to understand proper grammar.

The laughter was unfortunately short lived when you looked ahead.

"Oh shit.."

Bowers.

"Let's hurry, yeah?" You say nervously, pushing Richie and Bill forward to move faster.

"Think they'll sign my yearbook? 'Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot, steaming dump in your backpack last March. Have a good summer.'" Richie says.

Gretta walks past us and bumps into Richie and me with her shoulder as she chewed her gum.

'Fucking bitch.'

"I remember that." You laugh as you recalled the memory. "Maybe you should go ask them. You think they'll take a dump on your yearbook, too?"

"That's just fucking disgusting." Eddie says.

You laugh again while the boys talk about their own thing.

You look at Richie as you walk down the halls to go outside.

'How thick is that prescription? How heavy are they?' You thought to yourself as you looked at his glasses.

"What?" Richie said as he stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at you.

You simply grab his glasses off of his face and hold them in your hands. They were a pretty hefty weight. No wonder why he was constantly having to push them back up his nose.

You inspect them and place them on your face after taking your own glasses off.

"What the fuck, dude, give them back! I can't see shit!" Richie shouts as he grabs at you, poorly trying to get his glasses back.

You laughed as you put your glasses back on and held his farther away from his reach, "You're gonna have to try harder than this, man."

Stan, Eddie, and Bill all watched from a few steps down at the interaction and whispered to each other.

"Bitch," Richie says under his breath as he puts his glasses back on. "You got the lenses dirty, asshole!"

You sigh and pull out a cloth from your pocket. You grab Richie's glasses back from his face and clean the lenses with it. "Here, all clean now." You smile.

He grumbles as he goes down the stairs, snatching them back from your hands.

You quickly walk down the stairs to Stan, Eddie, and Bill and follow next to them as they approach the trash cans and open up their bags. You do the same and toss all of your notebooks and papers in.

"No more getting up at 7 in the morning." You let out a sigh of relief.

"Best feeling ever." Stanley says.

"Yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time." Richie says.

Sometimes it felt impossible dealing with him and as to how you dealt with him the past 5 years is incredible. You should be rewarded for that.

"That's gross, Richie." You groan in disgust.

"Hey, what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?" Eddie asks, looking at everyone.

"I have to babysit my sister tomorrow." You sigh.

"I start my training." Richie says.

"Wait, what training?" Eddie asks.

"Street fighter."

"Is that how you want to spend your summer? Inside of an arcade?"

"Beats spending it inside of your mother, oh!" Richie says, putting his hand up for a high-five, though immediately getting turned down.

"What if we go to the quarry?" Stanley proposes.

"Guys, we have the Barrens." Bill argues.

"Right."

You turn and look at the Sheriff's that were parked in front of the school with Betty Ripsom's mom just a few feet away, waiting, seeming to look around through the crowd of kids for her missing daughter.

"Betty Ripsom's mom." You and Eddie both say.

"Is she really expecting to see her come out of that school?"

"I don't know. As if Betty Ripsom's been hiding in Home Ec for the last few weeks." Eddie shrugs.

"Right?" You say.

"You think they'll actually find her?"

"Yeah, in a ditch. All decomposed, covered in worms and maggots. Smelling like Eddie's mom's underwear."

"Shut up! That's freaking disgusting." Eddie grimaces.

"She's not dead. She's missing." Bill quickly says.

You look at Bill with sympathy, and back at Richie with a glare.

"Sorry, Bill. She's missing. You know the Barrens aren't that bad. Who doesn't love splashing around in shitty water?"

Patrick appears behind Richie and Henry pushes him into you and Stanley, all three of you falling to the floor.

Stanley's yarmulke falls off his head and Patrick picks it up. "Nice frisbee, flamer." He says.

"Give it back!" Stanley says, attempting to take it back from his hands and failing as Patrick throws it into a passing bus.

"Fucking losers!" Patrick laughs.

Belch burps in Eddie's face, making him gag.

Henry bumps into Bill and walks away with Patrick and Belch. "Loser."

Bill balls his fists up, struggling to even get what he was trying to say out of the anger that was very apparent, "Y-y-you s-suck, Bowers!"

"Shut up, Bill." Eddie says concerningly.

"Stop, you're gonna get us all fucking killed." You say, trying to pull Bill away.

Henry, Belch, and Patrick all turn around slowly.

"You s-s-s-say something, Bi-Bi-Bi-Billy?" Henry mocks Bill. "You got a free ride this year 'cause of your little brother. Rides' over, Denbrough." Henry looks past Bill at his father and back at Bill.

"This summer's gonna be a hurt train for you and your faggot friends," Henry turns to look at you, reaching his hand to your head and taking a fistful of your hair and holding you in place as you grunt in pain. "Including your whore-ass fuck toy." He let go and pushed you away, wiping his tongue on his hand he wiped it along Bill's cheek and walked away.

"I wish he'd go missing." Richie says.

"He's probably the one doing it." Eddie continues.

"I'm about to find a way to make him go missing myself." You sniffle with tears in your eyes.

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“Take everything but the Delicious deals, guys. My mom loves them.” Eddie says.

You groan. “But I love the Delicious Deals oatmeal creams, too, Richie. Can I have one? They’re practically begging to be eaten.”

“No. Leave them alone.” He says sternly.

“Limp dick.” You scoff as you take a box of Sugar Babies and toss it into Richie’s bag.

Richie opens the box of the oatmeal pies and hands you one and you thank him quietly.

“Hey! First you said the Barrens, and now you’re saying the sewer. I mean, what if we get caught?” Eddie says.

“We won’t, Eds. T-the sewers are public works. We’re the public, aren’t we?” Bill assures.

Richie walks to a seperate cabinet and opens it, revealing it to be holding dozens of pill bottles crammed into all three levels.

“Hey, Eddie, these your birth control pills?” Richie asks jokingly.

“Yeah, and I’m saving it for your sister. This is private stuff.” Eddie says sarcastically as he walks over to the cabinet and closes it.

“What do you have in there, though? Like, what is all of it for?” You ask as you walk out of the kitchen with them.

“My mom knows that, just drop it okay?”

The television was on and Ms. Kaspbrak was sitting in her seat watching it while she painted her nails.

“Eddie bear, where are you guys off too in such a rush?” She asked.

You all look at each other as you tried to find some sort of excuse. “Um… J-j-just my backyard, Ms. K.” Bill stuttered. “I got a new…” He stayed silent as he tried to think.

“A new croquet set. Jeez, spit it out, B-Bill.” Richie said. There were a million different things that it could’ve been and he went with a croquet set?

“Okay.” Ms. Kaspbrak says. “Oh, and sweetie, don’t go rolling around on the grass. Especially if it’s just been cut. You know how bad your allergies can get.”

“Yes, mom. Let’s go.” Eddie says before following you, Richie, and Bill out the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She reminds.

Eddie sighs and walks over to his mom and gives her a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes you wonder if she did and said these things just to embarrass Eddie. You did think it was sweet, though.

Richie laughs as Eddie comes back. “Do you want one from me too, Ms. K?”

Eddie huffs as he pushes you, Bill, and Richie all out the door. “Sorry, mommy.” He says right before closing the door.

“Mommy? You still call her ‘mommy’?” You giggle.

“Shut up and let’s go. We gotta pick up Stan.” Eddie mutters as he walks to his bike and gets on it.

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"That's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy. And that's poison ivy." Stanly says as he points out a few plants.

"No that isn't." You say, putting your hand down and tossing your bike on the floor.

You don't know if he was being seriously stupid or just trying to scare Eddie, but it was ticking Richie off.

"Where? Where's the poison ivy?" Eddie says with some fear prominent in his voice.

"Nowhere. Not every fucking plant is fucking poison ivy, Stanley." Richie says, annoyed.

"Okay, well I'm starting to get itchy now and I'm pretty sure this is not good for my-"

"Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?" Richie says.

'What's he gonna say this time?'

"Sometimes, yeah." Eddie responds, thinking this was a genuine question.

"Then you probably have crabs."

"That is so not funny."

"You don't have crabs, Eddie. But maybe Richie’s right and your mom does, not gonna lie." You roll your eyes with a smirk.

"Ha ha, very funny. You're just as pathetic as Richie sometimes." Eddie laughs sarcastically.

You, Bill, and Richie walk into the sewer together. Eddie and Stanley stayed behind and stood just outside of the entrance.

"Aren't you guys coming in?" Richie turns around.

"Uh-uh. It's greywater." Eddie points at the sewer water that you, Richie, and Bill were standing in.

You raise your eyebrow.

"The hell's 'greywater'?" Richie asks.

"You beat me to it." You say, turning to him.

Eddie sighs, "It's basically piss and shit. So I'm just telling you, you guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee. So..."

Richie picks up a stick that was in the water and sniffs it, basically sticking his whole hand in said 'water' to do so.

"Are you- Are you serious? What are you...?" Eddie says.

"Ew, dude- don't fucking touch that. Did you not hear what Eddie just said?" You step away from him and gag. You felt like you were about to throw up right where you stood. Maybe you would've done better if Eddie hadn't said anything.

"It doesn't smell like caca to me, Señor."

"Okay, I can smell it from here."

"It's probably just your breath wafting back into your face."

"Have you never heard of a staph infection?" Eddie scoffs.

You roll your eyes and walk away to follow Bill. Sometimes you questioned if they were even friends.

"Oh, I'll show you a staph infection."

"This is so unsanitary. You're literally... This is literally like swimming inside of a toilet bowl right now." Eddie says

You hear a big splash and scream from Eddie. You don't even bother to look and see what was going on anymore, there's so many things you don't even find surprising, especially from them.

"Are you- Are you retarded?"

Bill shines his flashlight at an object and picks it up. As he brings it closer to himself, your mouth hangs wide open in horror.

"Holy shit.. Holy fucking shit, dude, is that…" You were at a loss of words.

"You're the reason why we're in this position right now." Eddie tells Richie.

You shake Bill's shoulder, still looking at the shoe in shock. "S-show them. Show them the fucking shoe, Bill."

"Guys!" Bill turns around, calling everyone over to where the two of you stood.

When everyone else came over Bill showed the single shoe to them.

"Shit. Don't tell me that's..." Stanley says.

"No. Georgie wore galoshes."

There's a thick silence before it's broken by Eddie. "Who's sneaker is it?"

Stanley shines his flashlight on it and inspects it, finding the words 'B. Ripsom' on it.

"It's Betty Ripsom's." Richie says.

Your eyes go wide as you stare at the name. Was this really happening?

"Holy shit, holy fucking shit guys. What the fuck!" You shout, gripping at Bill's sleeves of his shirt.

"Oh, shit. Oh, God. Oh, fuck! I don't like this." Eddie panics.

"Clearly neither does Y/n. But how do you think Betty feels? Running around these tunnels with only one frickin' shoe?" Richie says, hopping in place on one foot.

This was clearly not the time to be joking and he quickly realized that with everyone's demeanor.

Stanly looks at Bill, "What if she's still here?"

Richie and Bill go further into the tunnel as you stay behind. You no longer wanted to get involved in this. You were scared shitless right now and frankly, you had to agree with Richie that she was probably already dead.

"You're not coming?" Richie says, turning around to look at you.

"Nuh-uh. I'm not going any farther with- with any of this s-shit! Dude, we just found a dead chick's sneaker! I'm fucking leaving." You flail your arms about.

"Yeah, I agree. My mom will have an aneurysm, okay? If she finds out we're playing down here. I'm serious, Bill." Eddie agrees with me.

Bill turns around to face you and Eddie, "If-If I was Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. Georgie too."

"What if I don't want to find them? I mean, no offense, Bill, but I don't want to end up like... I don't want to go missing, either."

"He has a point." Stanley says.

"I second that." You butt in.

"You too, Stanley?" Bill says with hurt in his voice.

"It's summer! We're supposed to be having fun! This isn't fun. This is scary and disgusting." Stanley makes an argument.

Suddenly a boy, one that everyone knew as 'the new kid' comes out of nowhere, splashing down into the water just outside of the tunnel.

You turn around and walk towards him with Stanley and Eddie following behind you. "Oh my god, are you okay?" You kneel down next to him.

"Holy shit, what happened to you?" Richie says as he leaves the tunnel.

You look up at everyone that stood around you and the new kid. "We gotta help him out, guys."

"I'm not taking him to the hospital, man."

"We don't have to. Eddie knows how to fix shit like this up pretty good." You say as you point at Eddie.

"Come on, man. No- this is- this is my shit. If my mom found out I used it up on someone else she'd go insane." Eddie groans.

"Then let's go to the drugstore." You say sternly, going to pick up your bike as everyone else did the same.

Bill sat the new kid up onto his bike and rode off with everyone else to go back into town.

"I think it's great that we're helping the new kid, but we also need to think of our own safety. I mean, he's bleeding all over and you guys do know that there's an AIDS epidemic happening right now as we speak, right? My mom's friend in New York City got it by touching a dirty pole on the subway. And a drop of AIDS blood got into his system through a hangnail. A hangnail! And you can amputate legs and arms. But how do you amputate a- How do you amputate a waist? You guys do know that alleys are known for dirty needles that have AIDS, right? You guys do know that?"

"We're not going to have to amputate his waist, dumbass. We’re just fucking fixing him up." You say, pulling into an alleyway with everyone else.

"We're screwed. Richie, Y/n, wait here. Come on." Bill says as he, Stanley, and Eddie go into the drugstore.

"Hey! Why me and Richie? What the fuck, man!" You shout at Bill as he walked away.

You sigh and rub your hands on your face in frustration. You look back down at the boy who was sat on a wooden box, clearly exhausted and in pain.

"I'm glad I got to meet you before you died." Richie says. The new kid looks at him with a blank face, clearly not amused by his antics.

"Shut up, Richie. Don't listen to him, he's an idiot. Do you want some water? I think I still have a bottle in my bag." You offer.

The boy shakes his head no and sits to attempt to make himself more comfortable but to no avail, as he hisses in pain and looks down at the floor.

"How long do you think they're going to take in there?" You ask.

"Fuck if I know." Richie replies. "This is boring. I'm gonna go piss somewhere."

"Stop being gross dude. At least in front of him." You say as you point to the new kid.

You sat on the ground while you waited. Eddie would've freaked if he found you sitting on the floor like this. You smiled to yourself.

Bill, Stanley, and Eddie return to the alley with an armful of pharmaceutical supplies. Eddie places them down and takes out a bandage.

"Just suck the wound." Richie says.

"Don't suck the fucking wound, Eddie. He'll get an infection from your fucking staph infection."

"I fucking know not to suck the wound now shut the fuck up, I need to focus." Eddie says, frustrated.

"You need to focus?" Richie says.

Eddie tries to put the bandage on the 'H' that was carved into the new kid's stomach. "Yeah, can you go get me something?" He asks. "Go get my bifocals, I hid 'em in my second fanny pack."

"Why the hell do you own bifocals?" You ask.

"Why do you have two fanny packs?" Stanley asks. Better question.

"I need to focus right now and it's a long story. I don't want to get into it." Eddie says.

"How the fuck is having two fanny packs a long story?"

"Oh my god, it just fucking is!"

You watch as Eddie frustratingly looks at the wound, trying to figure out what to do.

"Oh, god, he's bleeding. Oh my god!" Stanley panics.

"No shit, Stanley, an 'H' is carved into his fucking stomach. You would think that he would be bleeding." You say, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"You have to suck the wound before you apply band-aids. This is 101." Richie says.

"It's not 101, Richie shut the fuck up." You loved Richie, you really did, but this wasn't the time and hasn't been the time these past couple of hours. It was starting to really piss you off by now.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Richie."

A girl with long, red hair approaches you guys looking at the new kid. "Are you okay? That looks like it hurts."

"Oh. No, I'm good. I just.. fell." The new kid replies looking up at her.

"Yeah, right into Henry Bowers." Richie says.

You were beginning to get too irritated by now and you knew that if you listened to Richie any longer, you were going to lose it.

"I think I'm going to head out right now, guys. I'll see you tomorrow at the Quarry." You say, letting out a frustrated sigh as you get on your bike.

"Wait what? Why?" Richie asks.

You raise your eyebrow at him, indicating that his antics and everything he was saying was the reason why.

"Oh, okay. See you tomorrow." Richie says with a look of disappointment on his face.

"See you." You say before riding away.

"Fuck, now I have nothing to do." You sigh as you ride back to the block your house was on.

Looks like you'll have to figure out how to spend the next 4 hours by yourself.

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You, Ben, Stanley, Eddie, Richie, and Bill all stood at the edge of the cliff of the Quarry.

The boys were in their tighty whities while you stood out with a clean bra and pair of underwear on. In your opinion you looked far better than the rest of them.

They all hawked and spit a loogie into the water below.

Everyone's was awful including yours, but you don't think anyone could spit a loogie worse than Eddie as his immediately fell at his feet.

"Oh my God, that was terrible. I win." Richie says.

"What? How?" You say.

"You won?" Eddie says while everyone turns to look at Richie.

"Yeah."

"Did you see my loogie?"

"It's by distance." Ben says.

"Yeah. Whoever's goes the farthest is the better one." You agree with Ben.

For a kid you only fully met just yesterday, Ben was a pretty cool guy. He was real nice but not a total melvin.

"Mass. It's always been mass." Eddie disagrees.

"What the- what is mass?" Richie asks.

You look at Richie and furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "What the hell do you mean 'what is mass'? Don't you pay attention in math and science class?"

"Who cares how far it goes? It matters how cool it looks, like it's green or it's white, or juicy and fat."

"No way, dude. It's distance and always has been. That's just gross."

"All right, Eddie." Bill says, finally giving in and agreeing with Eddie.

"Thanks for that."

All of you look down at the lake below you. It probably looked way worse than it actually looked but no one bothered to jump off first.

"Who's first?" Bill says, looking at Richie and Stanley, only to be met with silence. You look at Richie and shake your head.

"I'll go."

All six of you turn around to see the girl from yesterday. Her once long hair was now cut above her neck, it looked good.

As she undressed she revealed a white bra and a pair of light blue underwear underneath.

'Woah.' You thought to yourself. You'd never think to yourself that you would find a girl so attractive

"Sissies." She says before getting a running start and jumping off the cliff into the pond.

"What the fuck?! Aw, holy shit! We just got showed up by a girl!" Richie exclaims.

"You're just about to be shown up by another." You jump off of the cliff from where you stood into the water.

The water was freezing but the adrenaline in your body was so high that it didn't even bother you.

You swim back up and slick your hair back, spitting the water that got into your mouth out.

"Hey, I don't think I ever got to say hi to you yesterday."

You turn around and see the girl from yesterday.

You didn't know her name or who she was. You only knew about the things that were said about her that you knew were rumors.

You felt bad for her. No one should have things such as those said about them. You would know.

"Yeah. Sorry about that, I had to leave earlier. I'm Y/n." You smile.

"Beverly." She does the same and looks up at the cliff to wave at Ben.

"Well, I like your hair. I think it looks nice short."

You hear shouts and splashes from behind you and turn around, once again, to see the boys coming up from the water.

You laugh and swim towards them. Eddie coughs and groans, spitting. "Gross! I think I just swallowed a bug on the way down."

"Should've kept your mouth closed." You tease.

"Shut up." Eddie says.

Richie splashes you, getting more water in your mouth.

"You trying to start a war, four eyes?"

"Says you. Do you think you'll win?" He smiles.

You swim towards him and push him down into the water then pull him back up.

"I'll keep doing this until you say 'uncle.'" You smirk.

"No way!" Richie says, trying to do the same to you.

You push him again, only to be brought down with him. You gasp as you and Richie come back up. Richie held you by your right shoulder and hand.

"Uncle!" You say, spitting with your eyes closed.

"You totally suck, Y/n!" Richie teases.

You scoff and push him off of you. "Fuck off." You jokingly say.

Richie swims off and you follow behind.

Ben rises up from under the water and puts Richie up on his shoulders while Bill does the same with Beverly.

You laugh as you watch the two play a game of chicken.

"I already won! We already won!" Richie said as he still sat on Ben's shoulders. He pushed off Beverly and she fell backwards into the water with a yelp. "They're down! Yes!"

Ben, Eddie, Richie, and Stanley all splashed around while you went to go talk to Beverley. She was next to Bill while they both watched the boys.

"Hey." You say, smiling.

"Hey, Y/n." Beverly replies with a wave.

She was so nice and laid back, so much cooler than you were. You wish you weren't so dorky sometimes, but then you wouldn't be friends with the boys.

As you were just about to say something to her, Richie exclaimed. "Aw, fuck! What was that?"

You look at the four that were formed in a circle, both Stanley and Richie freaking out about something.

"Something just touched my foot right here." Stanley said as he looked down.

Richie, Eddie, and Stanley look under the water and come back up after a few seconds. "That work?"

"Where are we looking?" Eddie asks.

"Right here, right here! Right here!"

Bill comes up from the water, "It's a turtle."

"Aw sick! Really?" You say excitedly as you go under to see it. A small turtle was it, really. Nothing to freak out about like they just did. You come back up, disappointed. "That thing's tiny, dude." You say with a frown on your face.

"Yeah, just like Eddie's dick." Richie snickers.

You roll your eyes and swim to the rocks, getting out of the water and sitting down on your towel.

Everyone else gets out of the water, the boys sat on a log next to you and Beverly laid on her towel and began to sunbathe while she played music on her cassette player.

You and the rest of the boys watched her. Creepy, kinda. Though there was a very high chance that she knew everyone watched. She knew she was pretty and she should.

Beverly turns to look at us and I look away down at the pond while the boys looked over somewhere else.

"News flash, Ben. School's out for summer!" Richie says as he fished a postcard out of Ben's bag and pulled it out, showing it to him.

"Oh, that? That's not school stuff." Ben said.

"What is it? Who sent you this?"

"No one. Give it. No one." Ben said as he snatched it from Richie's hands.

Richie continued to rummage around Ben's bag and pulled out a book with newspaper articles.

"Put it back, Richie. That's not your stuff." You say.

"What's with the history project?"

Stan moved closer to look at the book before it was passed onto Bill.

"Oh... Well, when I first moved here, I didn't really have anyone to hang out with, so I just started spending time in the library." Ben shrugs.

"You went to the library? On purpose?"

"Plenty of people go to the library on purpose, Richie. I go there to sleep sometimes, honestly." You say as you look at the book.

"Oh, I wanna see."

Beverly sits down next to Bill and now everyone was circled around him as they looked at the contents of the newspaper clippings.

"What's the 'Black Spot'?" Stanley asks.

"The Black Spot was a nightclub that was burned down years ago by that racist cult." Eddie explains.

"You actually know something about history, holy shit, man." You say.

Eddie scoffs and ignores you. Not really the reaction you wanted..

"The what?"

"Don't you watch Geraldo?"

You switch your attention to Richie, completely ignoring everything everyone was saying. It was almost like you knew what was going on but you had your attention set on only one thing for what felt like hours without control.

You once again examined his glasses, then his eyes, and then his-

"Y/n! Dude are you okay? That's the second time." Beverly says.

"Huh?" You say with your mouth slightly agape.

"You spaced out for a while. Are you okay?" Beverly asks concerningly.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry I do that sometimes, bit of a space cadet." You laugh awkwardly.

Scattered yes' and hums came from the boys as they shrugged and nodded.

Beverly gave you a sly smile.

"Why is it all murders and missing kids?"

Ben turns to face Richie. "Derry's not like any town I've ever been in before. They did a study once, and it turns out people die or disappear six times the national average."

"You read that?" Beverly asks, leaning in, intrigued.

"And that's just grown-ups. Kids are worse. Way, way worse. I've got more stuff if you wanna see it." Ben offers.

Eddie shakes his head. "No. No."

"What do you mean 'no'? What if any of this can link to Betty Ripsom and Georgie's disappearances." You argue, attempting to make a point.

Bill looks at you for a few moments before deciding. "She's right. We have to find them."

"If they're not dead." Richie says under his breath.

Beverly gets up, followed by Ben and Bill, and then everyone else.

You all put your clothes and shoes on and get onto your bikes to bike to Ben's house.

"You know, kids like him always have freaky things or are into them." Richie whispers to you.

"You're awful, you know?" You smile.

After about 10 minutes, you make it to Ben's house. It sat on a nice lawn and was white with a blue roof.

Everyone enters and Ben quickly picks up out of place objects and tosses them in his closet.

His walls were covered with newspaper articles and pictures. It was impressive how much research was done, you don't even think you've ever put this much effort into a history "project" before.

"Don't freak out, just tell us." Eddie says.

"Yeah. I heard he has a rollercoaster and a pet chimp and an old guy's fucking bones. Yeah." Richie says. God knows what he was even talking about. He looks at the walls just as you had, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wow!"

"Are those good "wow's" or bad ones?" You ask.

"What the fuck do you mean? Bad ones! This is fucking insane. Ben is fucking insane." Richie whispers to you.

"No he's not."

"Cool, huh?" Ben says proudly.

"No. No, nothing cool. There's nothing cool. Oh, this is cool, right here. Wait, no. No, it's not cool." Richie says.

You shake your head and look closer at some of the articles, one in particular catching your eye, and apparently, Stanley's too.

"What's that?" He points to a piece of paper.

"Oh, that? That's the charter for Derry Township."

"Nerd alert." Richie says.

"Says you. Who's the one who planned on playing Street Fighter all summer?"

Richie flips you off.

"No, actually, it's really interesting. Derry started out as a beaver trapping camp." Ben argues.

"Still is, am I right, boys?" Richie raises his hand for a high five. You and Stanley both shook your heads in disapproval and Eddie hardly glanced at him. He lowered his hand down.

"Ninety-one people signed the charter that made Derry. But later that winter, they all disappeared without a trace."

"What?"

"The entire camp." Eddie asks, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

You looked and listened to him closely, intrigued by the history and how he told and explained everything.

"There were rumors of Indians, but no sign of an attack. Everybody just thought it was a plague or something. But it's like one day everybody just woke up and left. The only clue was a trail of bloody clothes leading to the Well House."

"Jesus. We can get Derry on Unsolved Mysteries." Richie sighs.

"Let's do that. That's a brilliant idea." Eddie says sarcastically.

"How about no.." You object.

You examine the leftover articles that were not yet hung up. "You're right, Ben. This is cool."

"Thanks."

"Where was the Well House?" Bill asks.

"I don't know. Somewhere in town, I guess. Why?"

"Nothing."

You smile to yourself and turn to Ben. "Thanks for the history lesson, Ben. This is really cool. I can tell you put a lot of effort into this."

"Thank you." He smiles.

You sigh and cross your arms, looking at everyone else. "Well, I think I have to get going, now. I'm supposed to be home in..." You look at your watch to check the time. "2 minutes. And I don't think that will happen. I don't wanna die today so.."

"Alright. Bye, Y/n. Thanks for coming over." You point at him and click your tongue.

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You hummed to yourself as you peddled down a small dirt road to get to your house.

A red balloon with 'I Love Derry' passed by and suddenly everything and every sound was completely gone.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and stopped your bike.

"Hello?"

You looked around and there was no one. No sound of cars, children playing, or hundreds of people having conversations. Not even a footstep was heard.

"Hello?" You said louder, drawing the word out more.

You began to feel uncomfortable. You've never seen Derry so barren, especially at this time.

You sniffled, coughed, and even began drumming your fingers on the handles of your bike just to make some noise to somewhat comfort yourself.

You get back on and bike further, looking at any shops or playgrounds to see if anyone was there. But there wasn't. You were all alone.

You tried not to panic. Maybe everyone just decided to not be out right now. Right?

You peddle to a stream to hear the sound of the water running. It helped for a minute.

Suddenly you were pushed into it face first and when you tried to get up someone held you and your head down into it.

You splashed around in struggle, losing your strength and oxygen, and then it suddenly just disappeared.

You quickly got up and looked around everywhere and saw nothing, once again. You turn to your bike only to see another red balloon with someone standing behind it.

'Where were they coming from?'

"H-hello? Who are you?"

The balloon popped, revealing a clown with red hair and classic face paint.

You flinched at his appearance and the sudden noise.

"Hello, Y/n." The clown said with a large smile on his face. The makeup only exaggerated it even more.

Something in your mind was screaming at you to leave but you couldn't.

You had no words. You forgot how to breathe, blink, and move. You were completely frozen in fear.

"Nothing to say? I thought you didn't like the quiet." The clown frowns.

Your breath hitches. You snap out of it and quickly run to your bike only to be quickly stopped by him grabbing your wrist.

"Please, I don't want to be alone, don't leave me."

"G-get away from me!" You shout breaking away from his grasp and biking away as quickly as you could.

"No one cares about you. Forever alone. Just like me." The clown mock cries from the distance before letting out an eerie laugh.

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You panted and made it onto your street, still seeing no one the whole way.

You toss your bike on the floor and head inside of your house.

"Mom! Dad! Josie!" You called out loudly.

You go to each room in the house, finding none of your family.

You sit in a corner and take fistfulls of hair into your hands and sob. "I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be alone. Please!"

You rocked back and forth, all alone. By yourself with no one by your side or even around you.

"I'm all alone." You sniffed and sobbed louder.

The jingle of keys and rattle of the door catches your ear and you let go of your hair.

"Mommy..?" Your voice cracks.

"Y/n? What are you doing on the floor? Why are you crying? And why are you wet?" She says, looking down at you pitifully.

"I- I was all alone a-and no one- there was no one. I had no one with me- and the clown and I- I couldn't breathe-" You say through sobs and hiccups.

"What's the matter with you?"

"What?" Your voice shaky.

"Stop crying and go help with the groceries."

You blink at her absently, astounded with her reaction, but you proceed to get up and go to the car to get the bags of food from the back.

"What the fuck just happened.." You said to yourself quietly. Your eyes were still puffy, and your legs hurt from the heavy peddling.

You place the bags onto the counter and go to the living room.

"I need to see someone. Someone, anyone." You whispered to yourself

You go to the phone and put in the number and bring it to your ear. Your hands still shook.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs. Tozier, It's Y/n L/n. Uh, is Richie there right now?"

"Yes, he just got home. Why?"

"Do you think I could come over and hang out with him?"

The call went silent for a few seconds before Mrs. Tozier responded.

"Of course, Y/n. Come over whenever."

"Thank you, Mrs. Tozier."

And then the line went dead. You hung the phone back up and went to the kitchen where your mom was putting away the groceries.

"Hey, uh mom?"

"What? Can you help me put these away?"

"Yeah, of course. But- I'm going to Richie's house. Mrs. Tozier said it was alright with her." You say as you grab a bag and begin putting the contents of it where they belonged.

"I don't know. After earlier are you even in shape to go?" She said, looking away from you.

"Please, mom. I just- I need to talk to him. Please.." You begged.

She turned around and glared at you before responding flatly. "Fine."

The breath you didn't even know you held was released and the shakiness that you had was now calmed.

"Thank you, mom. I'll be back before the lights come on." You say.

You were horrified to even bike now but you needed to talk to someone or be around someone. Someone that knew how to comfort you, unlike your mom.

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*Ding-Dong*

You stood outside on the Tozier's front door while you waited for someone to answer it.

"Mrs. Tozier? It's Y/n." You say.

After a moment the door opens, Mrs. Tozier stood at the doorway before inviting you in. "Hello, Y/n. Richie's in his room. Do you want anything?"

"No thank you. I'll just head over to his room." You smiled.

Mrs. Tozier nodded and allowed you to walk through the hallway into Richie's room.

You knock on his door.

"Mom, I'm busy!" Richie shouts from the other side of the door.

"Busy doing what?" You ask.

You can hear scrambling and curses coming from inside of the room. You smile as he opens the door.

"Y/n."

"Yeah, that's my name."

Richie rolls his eyes and sits on his bed. "What are you doing here?"

You frown and sigh. "I was just wondering if I could hang out with you for a few hours maybe?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's cool." Richie nods and invites you into his room and closes the door. "What's up?"

The bed creaks as you take a seat on it, bouncing ever so slightly. "I don't know. Just- something that happened earlier that kinda freaked me out." You shrug.

Richie takes a seat right next to you, moving an Uncanny X-Men comic out of the way and onto his nightstand.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Richie tended to be an asshole who said some pretty out of pocket and gross things sometimes, but he really did care for his friends and very rarely, treated them with care.

"Nah. But thanks, Richie." You shake your head.

Richie nodded and laid upright on his bed, grabbing his comic to continue it. "I still have that book you were reading here the last time you came over. It's on my desk." He said, pointing to it.

*knock* *knock* "Richie, what have I said about closing the door all the way when you have your friends over?" Mrs. Tozier shouted from the other side.

Richie groaned and got up to open the door. "To leave it open a little bit."

"That's right." Mrs. Tozier sighed. "Y/n, do you want anything? Water? Any snacks?" She offered.

"Some water would be nice, but I can get it myself, Mrs. Tozier."

Mrs. Tozier shook her head. "No, no. I'll bring some for you, Y/n. Just stay in here."

Richie grumbles and takes the book off of his desk, tossing it to you. "My mom never treats me like that."

You smile. "She loves you, Richie. Just be lucky she's not like Eddie's mom."

"Oh, god. I'd kill myself!" He laughs.

You laugh along with him. "'He's so fragile, take your pills my precious little baby, aw give mommy kisses.' I feel bad for him sometimes."

'No one cares about you. Forever alone.'

The clown.

You clear your throat and open up your book to the page that had the corner folded in.

“You’re freaking me out, man. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

You tried your hardest to read your book, but your mind kept going to that damn clown. Why was everyone gone? Where did it come from?

It was becoming so much, your head and eyes began to hurt, and you couldn't think about anything else but that thing.

You inhale deeply and close your eyes in an attempt to clear your mind and compose yourself. You laid further in the bedframe and heard it creak, closing your eyes longer than you wanted it to last.

And next thing you know, you're waking up with a throw blanket covering you and a pillow under your head. It was dark out and the only thing that illuminated the room was the moonlight peeking through the window.

You turn to look at the time on the digital clock. 2:06 am it read.

‘Mom's going to kill me..’ You thought to yourself.

You look at the nightstand to find a glass of water, your book, and your pair of glasses next to Richie's.

You rub your eyes and groan as you sit up just enough to where you could take a drink out of the glass of water.

You exhale and lie back down. You found it impossible to fall asleep now. You stared at Richie’s ceiling and counted all of the glow in the dark stars and occasional spaceships to try and calm your mind and get rid of all that was happening.

You turn over to your side and look at Richie.

He was sprawled out on his bed laying on his stomach. One leg was almost on the floor while the other was on the bed kicked out, and one arm was hanging off while the other was practically in your face. His mouth was slightly open as he snored.

You smile to yourself at his messy way of sleeping. You definitely were much, much more graceful than him when you slept.

You close your eyes and exhale deeply. Falling asleep again.

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You wake up to the sound of movement and clattering.

You open your eyes and groan as the sun shone in your eyes. “Jesus fuck, dude. Why do you keep your curtains open like this?”

You put your glasses on and get up from the bed, walking over to Richie.

“My mom started making me let more sunlight in after she found out I was gonna spend the summer playing Street Fighter.” Richie says as he picks up his floor.

You laugh at him. You look at your watch and see the time. 9:27 am. “Shit. I should get going now, Richie. My mom's totally going to kill me if I stay any longer.”

“Just hope your dad is there, I guess.” Richie shrugs.

You groan. “I can only hope so.. I have to go now. I'll see you later on, yeah? If you're okay with it.”

“Yeah, obviously. Who wouldn't want to hang around with me.”

“You're making me second guess my decisions now, Richie.” You laugh.

“Uh-huh, whatever.”

“Alright now, bye for real this time.” You wave off as you leave his room.

As you walk down the hallway, you see Mrs. Tozier sitting down on the living room couch watching the television. You stop and wave at her to tell her bye, immediately standing in fear as you hear your name come from the TV channel she was watching.

‘Y/n, when you come and join us, you’ll float down here with us, too. Join us, Y/n.’ The hostess said. There were children surrounding her and all of them had eerily large smiles on their faces as they looked at you.

“U-uh, bye, Mrs. Tozier. I’m uh, I’m going home now..” You wave off before quickly leaving the Toizer residence and picking your bike up from outside to leave.

Richie’s house was only about a 3 minute bike from your house, and even less when you biked fast enough. You needed to get home fast, especially after yesterday’s events.

You set your bike down on your lawn and go inside, taking your shoes off before you even dare going further into the house with them on, and walk down the hallway to reach your room as quickly as possible, only to be stopped.

“Y/n? Is that you?”

You walk back and look in the kitchen to see your mom standing at the stove. “Yes, mom.”

“Good.. Where were you last night and what happened to ‘being back before the lights came on’?” She turned to you with her arms crossed and a stern look on her face.

“I was at the Tozier’s? Remember? I asked you if I could go, and you said yes.” You say, confused.

“How come you didn’t come home?”

“I just got tired and I accidentally fell asleep. I woke up late last night, but it was already 2am and I couldn’t just ride the bike in the dark back home.”

“Bullshit, Y/n. What were you doing with that boy of theirs?” She said, walking closer and closer to you.

“Nothing, mom.” You defend yourself.

“I know you did something you little slut.” Her words burned like fire.

You stood there frozen in shock. Your mom has always had horrible things to say, and they only got worse after she had your sister. They were unfortunately almost always targeted at you.

“M-mom, I promise, I didn’t do anything. I- I just stayed the night, I swear.” You fall over your words.

“You probably had-”

“What’s all the yelling about?”

Your dad came into the kitchen, interrupting what your mom was about to say. He held a washcloth in his hands, trying to clean off the grease and oil off of his hands and arms as best as he could. His t-shirt was also dirty, he was probably just in his shop.

‘Thank god.’ You thought to yourself.

“You know how Y/n wasn’t here last night? Well she stayed at the Tozier’s with their boy last night. In the same room, by themselves.” Your mom said angrily.

Your dad looked at her confused. “Yes, and?”

“What do you think they were doing in there, huh Mike? What if she was doing things with him alone in that room?” She flailed her arms about and shouted.

“First of all, Mrs. Tozier called around 9 or 10 last night to let me know that Y/n would be staying, and secondly, Y/n and Richie are 14. Mrs. Tozier has Richie keep his door open when he has friends over and his sister was there. Don’t you think they would need a little more privacy to do those ‘things’?” He stated as he walked to the sink to wash his arms and hands off.

Your mom gasped and grumbled angrily, now realising that she’d just lost the useless argument she was making.

The phone in the living room starts ringing, and you try to walk out of the kitchen to get it, only to be stopped by your mom once again.

“Y/n, you stay right here. We aren’t done with this yet.” Your mom says.

“But the-”

“Go answer the phone, Y/n. Don’t worry about it.” Your dad interrupts your mom.

“She and I aren’t done with this, Richard!”

“Y/n go get the goddamn phone!” Your dad was getting increasingly annoyed due to your mothers fit, and you could tell.

You nod your head and quickly head into the living room to pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?”

“Bill?”

“Y/n, we need to all meet at Beverly’s house. She said it was something important.”

“Uh, now’s not really the time, I’m sorry.” You looked into the kitchen to see your mom and dad shouting at each other back and forth, most likely loud enough for Bill to hear through the line.

At this point, this had just become such a normal thing that Bill hadn’t even bothered to say anything about it anymore.

“Please, Y/n.”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll try to go. But I can't make any promises that I’ll be able to.”

“Cool. All of us are going to be there at your house in ten minutes.” Bill finishes before the line went dead.

You put the phone back on its holder and go down into your room. You change your clothes into some shorts, a white-shirt, and some low cut socks. It’s been hot lately. While trying to pass time you cleaned your room a little bit until you heard the ringing of bike bells.

You ran down the hallway and to the doorway, kneeling down as you put on your shoes.

“Where are you off to?” Your dad says.

“Oh, uh- Well Bill asked if I could hang out and play. We were all going to go to the movies and arcade for a bit.” You twiddle your thumbs as you look up at your dad.

“Alright, kiddo. Just be back before the lights come on or else your mom will lose her mind like this again. Be careful.”

“Alright. Bye dad.” You give him a hug and leave, seeing the boys out on the lawn waiting for you.

You pick up your bike and get on it. “So, what's the important thing?”

“Yeah, can you just tell me what she said exactly?” Eddie adds.

“She didn't say anything. She just said that you guys need to hurry over.” Bill answered.

“So she didn't say anything. Okay. Okay.”

You all biked down the street and talked, taking about 10 minutes to get to Beverly's apartment complex. It looked dirty and run down, definitely an older building.

“Let's go through here, guys.”

“No, we gotta go through the alleyway.” Stanley says.

“The alley takes way too long.” Eddie argued.

“No, the alley is much faster.”

The two bickered back and forth.

“The alley is more dangerous and it's disgusting.” Eddie states.

“How is it more dangerous?”

“Eddie, the alley is faster.” You sigh.

“It smells like piss in the alley and it's just gross. Just take the side streets for once.”

“Oh, my god. The side streets are the same. They smell like piss and shit.”

“Can you guys be any more fucking annoying right now?” Richie says, annoyed.

As you arrive at the stairway of the apartments, Beverly meets you at the bottom. “You made it. I... I need to show you something.”

You look at her questioningly. “What is it?”

“More than we saw at the Quarry?” Richie says.

“Shut up! Just shut up, Richie!” Eddie was clearly annoyed as well. I mean, that was unnecessary and uncalled for.

“My dad will kill me if he finds out I had boys in the apartment.” Beverly says as she looks worriedly at the boys.

“What about me?” You ask. “I'm not a boy, come on, man.” You frown jokingly.

“Sorry, Y/n. Didn't mean to leave you out. My dad will kill me if he finds out if I had anyone over.” She says.

“Then we'll leave a lookout.” Bill says and immediately turns to look at Richie. “Richie, stay here.”

You snort. You totally called it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What if her dad comes back?”

“Then do what you always do. Start talking.”

You laugh and Richie gives you a look. “It’s a gift.”

All of you go up the steps, following behind Beverley.

Once in her apartment, she leads all of us down her hallway. “It's in there.” She pointed at a closed door as she looked at it in fear.

“What is it?” Stanley asks.

“You'll see..”

“Are you taking us to your bathroom?” Eddie asks. “I just want you to know that 89% of the worst accidents in homes are caused in bathrooms, and-and-and, and that's where all the bacteria and fungi are, and it's not a really sanitary place.” He stutters.

She nods and leads everyone at the front of the door.

“What's there in the bathroom? Black mold? Monsters?” You joke.

“I told you about the black mold, please tell me it's not black mold.” Eddie says, worried.

“Worse.” Beverley opens the door, revealing a bathroom covered from wall to wall and top to bottom with blood. It was everywhere.

Everyone looks at the room in horror, Eddie whimpers as the door opens. “I knew it.” Eddie gags.

“What. The. Fuck..” You look at the blood covered room in horror, your mouth hanging agape. “..happened here..”

“You see it?” Beverly asks.

“Yes.”

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

“How the hell did your dad not see this shit?” You turn your head towards Beverly.

“Well, if you’re crazy, then we’re all crazy.” Ben says as he looks around the bathroom.

“We can’t leave it like this.” Bill says.

Your brows furrow as you whip your head towards Bill. “I’m sorry did you just say ‘we’? ‘We’ as in all of us, including me?”

“We have to, Y/n..”

You sigh and look down at your feet. “You always drag me into this sort of shit, Bill.” You look all around the bathroom once more. The red colour gave off a hue that radiated through the whole room. “Fine.” You gave in.

Everyone walked in fully, following Bill.

“How the hell are we supposed to clean this up?”

“I have some cleaning supplies. If you can help me get them then we can start cleaning up in here.” Beverly looks at you.

“Sure.”

She walks out of the bathroom and leads you into a small supply closet that was filled with buckets, rags, sponges, and a plethora of cleaning supplies.

“Woah. When was the last time any of this was used?” You ask as you look at the contents of the closet, dirty with cobwebs and covered in dust, smelling of old mothballs.

“I.. don’t know..” Beverly scratches her head before taking two of the buckets, a handful of rags, and enough pairs of rubber gloves for everyone.

You grab sponges and necessary cleaning sprays and such. Ones that if you were to mix, they wouldn’t kill you. You’re pretty sure that Eddie would appreciate that.

As you went into the restroom, Beverly went back to retrieve some mops.

“Uh, okay.. So let's just fill these up with water and some Pine Sol and get at it.”

“Wait! Wear the gloves!” Eddie shouts.

“Worried about a little bit of blood, Eddie?” You tease.

“A little bit of- are you high right now? Does this look like a ‘little bit of blood’ to you, Y/n? You do know that AIDS is going around, right? How can you not be afraid?”

“Guys, cut it out and stop fighting. We need to clean this up before Beverly’s dad comes back. Put on the gloves.” Bill says, picking up some rubber gloves from one of the buckets.

“You’re so bossy..” You mutter under your breath as you do the same and everyone follows.

All of the buckets get filled and everyone begins to clean up. You stood on a box and started to work on getting the blood off of the ceiling, having to go back and forth to the bucket for god knows how many times.

“Fuck this shit, this sucks. Why’d I get stuck with the shittiest part?” You grumble as you squeezed the blood and Pine Sol water mixture soaked rag into the bucket. This wasn’t what you were planning on doing today, nor is it what you wanted to. Though, it does beat being at home.

After a lot of time and a lot of effort, despite the amount of people that were all cleaning such a small space.

Everyone began to take trash bags out while Beverly emptied out the last bucket into the bathroom drain.

“My back and arms hurt so goddamn much. I’m not gonna be able to do shit for like, a week.” You complain to Stanley as you lug a trash bag down the apartment complex’s stars.

“You might be over exaggerating a little, but me too.” He sighs as he tosses his bag into the garbage.

“How do you think Richie’s doing? He’s been out here the whole time, I mean, it’s kind of hot out.” You look at Stanley as you do the same.

“He’s probably fine. Hey, do you think he talks to himself when he has no one else to?”

You giggle, “Wait, oh my gosh, you’re probably onto something.”

As you made your way back into the apartment, everything was already all put away and cleaned. There was nothing else needed so you just went back and met the rest of the boys down where Richie was.

“Did you have fun talking to yourself, Richie?”

“Wha- okay, I don’t talk to myself, and where did you start getting that from?” Richie says, furrowing his brows.

“You just look like you talk to yourself,” You shrug and pick up your bike. “Let’s go, loser.” You tease.

“Says you.” Richie scoffs.

Everyone takes their bikes and walks them while Richie rides on his.

You watch the trees and houses as you pass by them. You wondered how long it took for those trees to grow. Or how long it took to build those houses. ‘How long ago were those trees planted and houses built?’ You thought to yourself.

“No, I love being your personal doorman, really. Could you idiots have taken any longer?” Richie says as he circled around everyone on his bike.

“Cut that out.” You groan.

“Shut up, Richie.” Eddie says.

“Yeah, shut up, Richie.”

“Oh, okay. Trash the trashmouth, I get it.” Richie continued to circle around despite your plea to stop. “Hey, I wasn’t the one scrubbing the bathroom floor and imagining that her sink went all Eddie’s mom’s vagina on Halloween.”

“Jesus, Richie. Shut the fuck up already and cut that out.” You say, getting a small rock off of the pavement and throwing it at Richie.

“She didn’t imagine it.” Bill says. “I… I saw s-something, too.”

“You saw blood too?” Stanley asks.

Bill turns to face Stanley and shakes his head. “Not blood. I saw G-G-Georgie.”

Everyone turns to look at him at the mention of Georgie’s name, looks of shock and sympathy scattered.

“It seemed so real. I mean, it seemed like him but there was this…”

“The clown.” Eddie says, looking down at the floor.

You gasp at Eddie’s words. The clown.

“Yeah, I saw him, too.” He finishes.

“Me too.” You say, letting out a shaky breath before clearing your throat.

Ben and Stanley silently nod their heads, confirming they saw the same.

“Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I’m not seeing this shit?” Richie abruptly says.

“Jesus fuck, Richie! This is not a fucking joke, kids are going missing, is there a single moment where you could be normal and not act like a complete dickhead?!” You snap.

“Jeez, dude-”

“Oh, shit. That's Belch Huggins’ car. We should probably get out of here.” Eddie says, looking at a car parked on the side of the road.

“Yeah.”

“W-wait, isn’t that the homeschooled kid’s bike?” Bill points at a bike thrown carelessly next to Belch’s car.

“Yeah, that’s Mikes..”

“We have to help him.” Beverly says, looking at everyone.

“We should?”

“I’m with Richie on this. If Belch is involved, that means so is Bowers.” You swallow hard.

“Yes.” Beverly throws her bike down and runs to the car and everyone does the same, including tossing the bike, of course apart from Stanley who always insisted on putting the kickstand.

All of you quickly rush down the hill and hear voices coming down from the stream.

You stop and see Bowers on top of Mike, holding a rock over his head.

“Come on, Henry, smack him!”

Before Bowers could do anything else, Beverly picks up a rock from the ground and throws it at Bowers, hitting him in the head.

“Holy shit!” You shout in amazement. She’s got a hell of an arm.

“Nice throw.”

“Thanks.”

Bowers and the rest of his friends stare blankly at all of us and Mike quickly gets away from them, crawling towards us. Everyone else picks up decently sized rocks as Bowers’ friends bring him back up on his feet.

“You losers are trying too hard. She’ll do you. You just gotta ask nicely,” Bowers begins to say, and Beverly starts to get noticeably uncomfortable. “Like I did.” He makes a sexual gesture.

You look at him in disgust. “Ew..”

Ben screams and throws another rock at Bowers, hitting him right in the head just like Beverly.

“What the fuck?”

Everyone else grabs a rock and throws it.

“Oh, so we’re just doing this now I guess. Cool.” You shrug and throw yours, barely missing Belch.

“Rock war!” Richie shouts from beside you, startling you a little before getting hit in the head.

“Holy fuck! Are you okay?” You put your rock back down on the floor and quickly pull Richie back up.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m cool.” Richie adjusts his glasses and quickly picks up another rock, you doing the same.

Everyone continues to throw rocks, dodging the ones thrown by Bowers and his friends and eventually ‘winning’ the said ‘rock war.’

“Oh my god, holy shit.” You panted. Rock throwing will be your new workout now.

“What? What happened?” Richie asks.

“Dude… I can't believe you were the first one to get hit.” You laugh.

“Shut up.” Richie punches your shoulder and turns away.

Everyone walks away as Bowers lies on the floor and you follow and Richie stays behind temporarily. “Go blow your dad you mullet-wearing asshole.” He flips Bowers off and walks away.

“Hey, I’m gonna admit, guys. That was pretty fuckin’ awesome.” You exclaim.

Everyone walks down a hill with outgrown weeds and dry plants as a cargo train passes by.

“Thanks, guys, but you shouldn’t have done that. They’ll be after you guys, too, now.” Mike says.

“Oh, no, no, no. Bowers? He’s always been after us.” Eddie says and you hum in agreement.

“I guess that’s one t-thing we all have in common.”

“Yeah, Homeschool. Welcome to the Losers’ Club.”

“Y’know, despite the name I don’t think we’re that much of losers.” You joke. “So, where are we going now?”

“Downtown.” Bill says.

“Hey, isn’t that marching parade happening right now?”

Everyone walks into town, by now you didn’t even bother to grab your bike. Drum lines and the sound of horns could be heard playing, becoming louder as you entered the town. Everyone was adorned in blue and white, and American flags were being waved.

“Dude, hold on. Look at this.” Richie says, tapping your shoulder before running off to one of the horn players and taking it from him, trying to play it.

“Richie, no, that’s gross!” You run over to him and try to pull him away while the player tries to take his instrument back. But to no avail as Richie refuses to budge and continues to try and play it.

“Let- let go of it, Richie. This guy’s spit is all in the mouth piece, it’s gross!”

“Dude!” The player says before finally taking it back and walking away angrily.

“What the fuck, dude?” Richie throws his arms up.

“Why are you like this?” You walk away with Richie to the rest of the group and Eddie walks in at the same time, two ice cream cones in hand.

“What are you guys talking about?” Eddie asks.

“What they always talk about.” Richie grabs the other cone from Eddie and takes a bite.

“Can I-” You ask before immediately getting turned down.

“Uh-uh.”

“Fuch you, too, Richie.”

“I actually think it will end.” Ben starts. “For a little while, at least.”

“What do you mean?” Beverly asks.

Ben stops for a few seconds before answering. “So I was going over all my Derry research and I charted out all the big events. The ironworks explosion in 1908, The Bradley Gang in ‘35, and The Black Spot in ‘62. And now kids being…” He pauses once more before looking down. “And I realize this stuff seems to happen..”

“Every 27 years.” Ben and Bill say at the same time.

“Shit… Why every 27 years though?” You ask, walking along with everyone else down into the plaza.

“I- I don't know yet…” Ben says.

“Wait, okay so let me get this straight; it comes out from wherever to eat kids for like a year, and then what? It just goes into hibernation?” Eddie says.

“Maybe it's like, what do you call it… Cicadas. You know, the bugs that come out once every 17 years.” Stanley says, perched up on the top of a park bench.

“My grandfather thinks this town is cursed. He says that all the bad things that happen in this town are because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry.” Mike says.

Personally, now with everything that you’ve been seeing and experienced, you knew that this town was cursed, and there was absolutely no doubt about it.

“But it can’t be one thing. We all saw something different.” Stanley looked around at everyone.

“Maybe.. Or maybe it knows what scares us most and that’s what we see.”

“I saw a leper. He was like a walking infection..” Eddie says.

“I saw a clown. There was just no one around or any noise, nothing but the clown.” You said, looking down as you recalled what it told you.

“But you didn’t. Because it isn’t real. None of this is. Not Eddie’s leper, not Y/n seeing that clown, or Bill seeing Georgie, or that woman I keep seeing.” Stanley stutters and closes his eyes.

“She hot?” Richie asks as he leaned on his bike.

“Dickhead.” You say harshly as you elbow him in the ribs

“No, Richie. She’s not hot. Her face is all messed up. None of this makes any sense. They’re all like bad dreams.” Stanley shouts at Richie.

“I don’t think so. I know the difference between a bad dream and real life, okay?” Mike said, looking up at Stanley.

“What did you see? You saw something, too?” Eddie asked Mike.

“Yes. Do you guys know that burned down house on Harris Avenue?” You nod your head quietly. “I was inside when it burned down. Before I was rescued, my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were pushing and pounding on the door… trying to get to me..” Mike stopped and looked at the ground. You could tell it was hard for him to say all of this. “But it was too hot. When the firemen finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone.. We’re all afraid of something.”

“Got that right.” Richie said, looking behind him at the performers on the pop-up stage.

“Why, Rich? What are you afraid of?”

He looks back slowly and adjusts his glasses. “Clowns.”

You sigh and look down and sit in silence with everyone else for what felt like hours.

“Come on, let me show you guys something.” Bill says, breaking the silence between everyone.

“Oh, great. Are we going to have another Nerd out like Ben's?” Richie says sarcastically.

“Shut up Richie. Let's go.” You grab your bike and pull it up, following Bill off the grass and riding it after getting on the road.

“Are we going to your house?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah. It'll be quick, I promise.”

Everyone follows Bill to his house as Richie and Eddie bickered back and forth practically the whole way there, and when we made it he led us inside the garage.

“Okay, so,” Once everyone was in he turned on the slide projector and placed a map of the Derry sewer system up while Mike closed the garage door so it was dark.

Ben passes Bill some slides and he slips them into place, projecting the map of Derry on top of the sewer system.

Everyone sat down and looked at the projector, you sat next to Eddit on the floor in front of Richie.

“Look..” Bill pointed at a random storm drain on the map. “That's where Georgie disappeared. There's the Ironworks. The Black Spot. Everywhere it happens, its-its all connected by the sewers. And they all meet up at the-” Bill explains.

“The Well House..” Ben says

“The house on Nielbolt Street.”

“You mean that creepy-ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep?”

Eddie takes a quick puff from his inhaler as he hyperventilates. You place his hand on his back and try to calm him down. “It's okay, try to breathe.” You whisper.

“I hate that place. It always feels like it's watching me..” Beverly says.

“That's where I saw It. That's where I saw the clown..” Eddie says.

“Th-thats where It lives.”

Eddie takes another puff, still continuing to hyperventilate and freak out. When it came to these freak outs of his it was easier to calm him but you were just as scared as him. You just held it together better than he did.

“I can't imagine anything ever wanting to live there.”

“Except for the hobos and junkies.” You add.

Stanley looks at you.

“What?” You shrug.

Eddie quickly gets up from his spot and stands in front of the projector, still struggling to properly breathe. “Can we stop talking about this? I-I can barely breathe. This is summer, we're kids- I can barely breathe. I'm having a fucking asthma attack! I'm not doing this!” Eddie frantically says and he rips the sewer map off of the wall.

“Eddie-” You get up and try to calm him down only to be pushed away.

“What the hell? Put the map back.” Bill says.

“Mmm-mmm” Eddie shakes his head.

The slides start clicking and changing through Bill's family pictures, specifically ones with Georgie. “What happened?” Bill says, looking at the projector.

“What's going on?” Mike goes to the projector to try and see how to fix it.

Everyone goes silent and the projector stops at one specific photo, one with Bill, his dad, Georgie, and his mom with her hair covering her face from the wind. “Georgie.”

“Bill?”

“Bill, stop fucking with us.” You say as you grabbed Eddie and pulled him away from the wall.

“I-I-I'm not doing anything-”

The projector kept clicking rapidly, getting closer and closer on Georgie's face. Everyone stands in fear.

It switches it's focus from Georgie to Bill's mom and gets faster and faster.

It's not until his mom's face becomes the clowns where everyone begins to gasp and scream.

“What the fuck?!”

“What the fuck is that?! What the fuck is that?!” Richie says as he shook Eddie.

“I don't fucking know!”

“That-that's the fucking clown! That fucking thing- that's the fucking t-thing!” You scream as you point at it, backing up against the wall.

“No shit!”

“Turn it off. Turn it off!” Beverly shouts over everyone's screams.

“I-I can't fucking do this anymore, fuck you Bill!” You huddle with Eddie and Richie and close your eyes shut.

“Turn it off!”

Mike kicks the the projector onto the ground and all the slides fall out, but it still continued to switch. The clown was still being projected a few times before it disappeared.

You exhale in relief and stare at the wall for a second.

And then it pops out.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck- Richie!” You hide behind him and he takes your hand to run and trips over a box, making the both of you fall down.

“I can't take this, I'm going to die, I should've-” You shut your eyes again as you heard the shouts and screams coming from everyone as you tightened your grip on Richie's hand and began to hyperventilate.

“What is that?!”

“What the fuck?!”

You began to feel dizzy and the fact you had your eyes closed didn't help. “I don't wanna die- oh god-”

“Get up!” Richie pulls you up to your feet and goes to the garage door with everyone else but you didn't know where Beverly was.

“Beverly- wh-what about Beverley!”

Ben and Mike frantically open the garage door and suddenly it disappears.

Beverly was stood in a corner with her hands over her face, and she slowly took them away from her face.

Everyone pants and stays quiet as she went to go hug Bill. You put you hand oh Richie’s shoulder and stare blankly at the projector on the floor.

“It saw us.. It saw us and it knows where we are!” Eddie said with his inhaler in his hand.

“So, let's go.” Bill says as he walked out of the garage.

“Go? Where?” Beverly asks.

“Nielbolt. That's where G..-G-Georgie is.”

“Are you retarded, Bill?” You say, pushing yourself in front of Richie.

“After that?” Stanley says.

“Yeah it's summer. We should be outside.” Richie says.

“If you say ‘It's summer,’ one more f..-fucking time.”

Everyone looked at Bill quietly as he grabbed his bike and went down the road.

“Bill! Wait!” Beverly shouted. “We need to go after him.”

“Excuse me- but what! With you its-its always been ‘we need to help them,’ ‘we need to go after them, ‘we, we, we.’ What's the fuck do you mean we? What if we don't want to? Why do we have to always follow everything you and Bill do? Why do you think we're in this fucking mess now?” You shout at Beverly.

“Please.. please, Bill's going to get himself hurt or killed.”

Bill.

Suddenly you go back to when you were just 5 years old. You'd just transfered schools in the middle of the school year and no one wanted to be friends with the new girl. She sat alone during recess and lunch, and her parents never really paid any attention to her because her parents were taking care of a new baby.

Two weeks into school a boy from a different class came up to her during lunch. She looked up at him. He had a missing tooth and blue t-shirt.

"C-can I eat with you?" He asked with his lunchbox in his hands.

She looked up at him with her mouth slightly open. “Uh-huh.” She smiled as he sat down next to her.

“I'm B-B-Bill.” He smiled.

‘What a funny way to speak.’ She thought to herself.

“Nice to meet you, Bill. I'm Y/n.”

Her first friend. Her first friend was Bill, and you were just about to risk letting your first friend get hurt.

“Okay. But only because of Bill.” You sigh.

“Good.”

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“Bill! Bill, stop!” You shout as you get off your bike and run to the bottom of the stairs.

Bill was standing at the top of the stairs that led to the doorway. He looked back at everyone.

“Bill, you can't go in there, this is crazy.” Beverly said as she followed you into the lawn.

“Look, you don't have to come in with me. But what happens when another Georgie goes missing? Or another Betty, or another Ed Corcoran? Or one of us?”

“Bill-” You say, going up a step.

“Are you just gonna pretend it isn't happening like everyone else in this town? Because I can't.”

You look down in embarrassment. Embarrassment that you didn't take how he felt about the situation into account. You felt horrible.

“I go home, and all I see is that Georgie isn't there. His clothes, his toys, his- stupid stuffed animals.. but he isn't.” He pauses. “So walking into this house, for me, is easier than walking into my own.” Bill turns around and heads to the door.

“Wow.” Richie says.

“What?” Beverly asks, looking at him.

“He didn't stutter once.”

Richie and Ben began to walk up the stairs with you before being stopped.

“Wait.” Stanley says as you, Richie, and Ben look back. “Shouldn't we have people keep watch? You know, just in case something bad happens?” He looks around.

“Who wants to stay here?” Bill asks, his hand on the door handle.

Everyone except Beverly raises their hand.

Richie turns to Bill. “Fuck.” He sighs.

“We'll draw straws, okay?” Beverley proposes.

“Or sticks you mean?” Stanley says.

“Fine. Sticks.” Beverly says as she grabs 7 sticks of different sizes.

“Okay. Close your eyes so you don't see the different shape of the sticks.” She says as she holds them out to everyone.

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and then she was left with the final one.

“Who has the shortest ones?”

You look at yours. ‘Shit.’

“Eddie, Richie, and Y/n.” Beverly says.

“Fuck, okay, shit.” You sigh and throw your stick on to the floor.

The four of you enter the house. It had overgrown vines, dust, and it smelt of something rotting.

“I can't believe I pulled the short straw. You guys are lucky you're not measuring dicks.” Richie says.

“That's unfair to me.”

“Not my fault.”

“Shut up, Richie.” Eddie says. “I can smell it.”

You walk slowly to the stand up piano and run your fingers along the keys. It was so dirty. It made you sad to see such a lively instrument turn into something so broken and neglected.

“Don't breathe through your mouth.”

“How come?”

“‘Cause then you're eating it.”

“That's not true, Eddie.” You remind as you push one of the keys down. What should've been a D was now an A a whole octave above. You winced at the awful sound.

Eddie gags and spits on the floor and takes a puff from his inhaler.

You look at Eddie and Bill walking into a room and you quickly catch up to them so as to not be left alone.

Richie was standing next to a dirty sofa with a piece of paper in his hands.

“What?” Bill asks.

“It.. It says I'm missing.” Richie says as the paper shakes in his hands.

“Y-you're not missing, Richie.” Bill assures.

“‘Police Department. City of Derry.' That's my shirt, that's my hair, that's my face.” Richie begins to freak out as he points at the paper frantically.

“Calm down, this isn't real.”

“That's my name, that's my age, that's the date!” Richie crumples the paper as he shouts.

You rush over to him and try to take the paper away. “Richie. Richie, you're here calm down”

“No, it can't be real, Richie.” Bill says.

“No it says it! What the fuck?!”

You and Bill spoke over each other as you tried to calm Richie but he still shouted frantically.

Bill rips the paper from Richie's grasp and throws it on the floor. ”Calm down, calm down.”

“It says I'm missing! Am I gonna go missing?! What the fuck!” Richie looked at you and Bill back and forth, grabbing both of you by the shirt.

“No, Richie, you're not going to go missing, I wouldn't let that happen. You have to calm down!”

Eddie stood a few feet away and he had his hands over his mouth as he watched the scene unfold.

“Look at me, Richie, look at me.” Richie pants heavily and takes his eyes away from the crumpled paper on the floor. “That… That isn't real. It's playing tricks on you.”

Suddenly a distorted voice is heard from inside the house.

“What was that?” You say, looking at the boys.

“Hello?” The voice repeated.

All four of you walk out of the room and look at the top of the stairs.

“Help me, please.”

“These stairs are definitely not OSHA certified.” You say as you made your way up the stairs.

The stairs creaked below you as you stepped, rats squeaked as they scattered, and cobwebs broke as you stepped on them.

You stopped until you saw an open door at the end of a hallway. Then your heart dropped.

Betty Ripsom.

“Betty?” Billy asks.

“Ripsom?” Richie finishes.

She's suddenly pulled away from sight of the door and screams.

All four of you jump and stay frozen in place, staying for a second in shock before moving forward.

Bill opens the door with a creak. The room looked like the rest of the house to no surprise. To try and ease your mind you try to think about what the house looked like before this.

“She was just here, where the fuck did she go?” Richie says.

Eddie was a mouth breather half the time, so when you didn't hear anything you began to feel unnerved. And when you turn to look back he's no longer there.

“Hey, guys. Where's Eddie?” You ask nervously.

“What?”

“Where the fuck is Eddie?” You repeat.

The door begins to creak and you look at it to see Eddie's figure standing at the beginning of the hallway.

“Eddie!” You rush to the door to try and stop it from closing but you're too late and it closes with a slam.

“Guys!”

“Eddie! Eddie open the door!” You shout, trying to open your side of the door only for it to stay shut. “Help me open this, Bill!”

“Eddie!” Bill shouts.

“Ahh! What the fuck!” Eddie screams.

“Eddie!” You pound on the door and try to kick it down. It's old rotting wood why is it not breaking? “Eddie! Eddie! Open the door, Eddie!” You shout. The clown was scary by itself, but now Eddie was possibly going to have something happen to him if you didn't do anything. But you couldn't do anything right now, and that's what scared you.

“Richie! Richie!” Bill shouts.

“Bill, come on, open the door!” Richie says from the other side.

You turn around to see Bill doing the same to another door, hearing Richie on the other side of the door. “Richie! Fuck! Richie!” You shouted.

“It won't open!”

“Richie!”

“I can't!”

And then nothing. No more responses from Richie.

“Richie?” You ask quietly. Still nothing.

You huff angrily. “Bill, what the fuck! What the fuck happened! How did you let this fucking happen, Bill!” You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“I-I-I didn't do anything I don't know, he just-”

“I know you didn't do anything, why do you think he's behind that fucking door, Bill!” You shake him.

“Y/n, c-calm down. This is what It wants, It wants to scare you!” Bill says, grabbing your hands and pulling them off his shirt. “Richie's fine, he'll be fine.” He assures you.

Tears began to well up in your eyes and your once balled up fists became limp. “I don't want to lose my friends. I don't want Eddie to die. I don't want Richie to die, Bill!”

“Calm down, h-he-he'll come back, Y/n. Just stay with me

You nod your head rapidly and sniffle before trying the door again, and finally it budged.

Bill pulls Richie out and quickly shuts the door. “Let's get outta here.”

“What about Eddie!” You shout. And as if on queue; gurgling noises come from the beat up mattress lying on the floor with Eddie's head popping up out of it.

“There..”

“You wanna play loogie?” He says before spitting up a black ooze like liquid and started to eerily laugh and disappeared back into the mattress.

“Eddie!” You ran to go to the mattress only for Richie to grab your hand and pull you back.

As soon as it hit the floor it began to burn the floor.

All three of you turn around to see 3 doors that were never there before, each marked with different texts.

‘Not scary at all’, ‘Scary’, and ‘Very scary’.

You look at eachother and collectively decide on the first door and run to it.

Bill opens the door, only for it to be completely dark.

“Where's my shoe?”

Bill goes to turn the light on and once it turned, you sat half the body of Betty Ripsom.

You and Richie scream as you look at the sight. “Where the fuck were her legs?!” Richie shouts as he shuts the door. “Holy shit what the fuck was that!” He says as he looks at the black ooze coming closer.

You were too scared for words right now. All you could do was hold on to Richie and close your eyes shut. This experience is making you realize that you do this when you're scared. Finally it was too much. The acid in your stomach mixed with your lunch from earlier was starting to be something you were about to see again.

“This isn't real. Remember the missing kids poster. That wasn't real, so this isn't real.”

Burning from your throat came up and before you knew it you'd just spewed all over the floor with some of it getting on your shoes. You begin to sob and press your back on the wall.

“Y/n. You need to calm down. We'll find Eddie and we'll get out of here. But you need to calm down.” Bill puts a hand on your shoulder and you nod. He pulls you and Richie away from the door by a few feet. “Come on, ready?”

“No.” Richie says.

Bill opens the door and there's nothing there. No Betty Ripsom. Nothing but the hallway you were previously in.

“Oh thank God.”

“W-where's Eddie?”

You let out another sob. “Bill, you told me we'd get Eddie and get out of here, you lied to me!” More tears streamed down your face as you held his hand.

“Help! Help!” Eddie's screams could be heard from downstairs so Bill pulls you along with him.

Bill finds the room from which Eddie's screams came from and he opens the door, rushing in.

“Eddie!”

You would run over to Eddie if it weren't for the fact that the clown was sitting down right in front of him.

You gasp and stop in your tracks as it looks back at you.

“Eddie!” Richie calls out.

The clown smiles and turns his attention to Billy. “This isn't real enough for you Billy? I'm not real enough for you?”

“Oh shit..”

“I was real enough for Georgie.” The clown laughs before springing up and running towards us.

You close your eyes as it runs towards you only for there to be nothing getting you.

You peek your eyes open and see a metal fence post stuck in and out of his head by Beverly.

Bill and Richie gasp as they look at the same scene in front of them.

The blood coming from the clown was slowly floating up and he was frozen on the spot whining.

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Author's Note; I literally have to make this into a separate chapter because I met the limit for the number of word blocks I could put in here. I didn't even know that there was a limit. But I hope you liked this chapter and are ready for the next..

#richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #finn wolfhard #it 2017 #it chapter 2 #x reader #it stephen king

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midnight-mourning · 7 months ago

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Hii!! I read your fic on ao3 its absolitely gripping!! I adore the way Sun and Moon are written, and I'm gettinf attached to the human characters (a rarity), specifically Bri, Y/N, and Dave (He's weird and needs to learn boundaries and I love watching him fail miserably at stuff). Monty is such a sweet heart so far, omgg,,,, Wait don't get me started on Michael, he's just a guy! a guy woth problems but still!!

Ahhhh I look forward to wherever you take the story next Author! I'll make sure to ramble about it to my family at least twice (they tune me out now but still!! I might convince my sister to read who knows)

Ahhhhhh this is so sweet thank you!!!!

I've said it many times before but I really do just try my best with writing the boys and I'm glad it works out haha

As for the human characters, that is also so kind thank you!! I know there's a lot of side characters (esp for an x reader fic lol) so I'm glad they've left a good impression (minus David but I agree watching him be miserable is a treat)

For Y/N I was also pretty nervous bc I know some people are iffy about 'giving your reader insert character a personality' so again, I'm glad ^-^

Monty and Michael are two that I've also really enjoyed writing bc of how I've planned out their stories (same goes for the others lol but you get the point) and I'm excited to get to them in more detail

Also AHHHHH that is like??? so flattering and sweet like you have no idea 😭😭

I'm also excited for where I take things next, we're coming up on some really, interesting things and gahh I wanna gab about it SO BAD but I'll hold my tongue for now, thank you for the lovely ask!!

#the amount I want to share about Confused Spirit and I CANT #is astronomical #like #yall have no idea how much I want to talk about certain upcoming things/later in the story things sooo bad #but alas 😔#mourning murmurs #confused spirit #fnaf dca #dca fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #dca fic #x reader

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part 31 [series masterpost]

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You and Max were in line to order fruit smoothies, as was your post-yoga class tradition. You looked at your friend and noticed that she was already holding her bank card, poised to use it.

“Hold up. You drive and I get the smoothies, that’s the deal.” You said, reaching for her wrist.

“Right, it’s not a law, it’s a deal. Those can change and I don’t mind it changing now that you aren’t getting the same income as before.” She said.

“I still have money. Damiano doesn’t just send me out into the world with nothing to my name.” You said. “I can afford a couple of drinks, hun.”

A strange look came onto her face as you were speaking, her eyes slightly narrowed as if she was trying to figure something out. “So, does he give you an allowance or something?”

You couldn’t help but smirk a little as the two of you followed the stranger in front, taking another step toward the counter. “You shouldn’t ask questions that you don’t wanna know the answers to.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Oh my God, he does.”

Instead of giving her any response, you took up the position at the front of the line. You told the cashier which drink you wanted, then prompted Max to do the same. The payment was taken from your bank card.

Then the two of you stepped to the side, out of the way as you waited for the drinks to be made. She still had a look of disbelief on her face and it was amusing for you to imagine what she was thinking up. You felt very interesting and worth curiosity right now.

“How long has he been giving you an allowance?” She asked, thankfully keeping her voice down.

“Well, first things first- we don’t refer to it like that. But there is a system we have that goes with the dynamic of our play.”

“Wow, I had no idea.” She said and you were grateful for the lack of disgust in her facial expression. It was all just reaffirming the kind of friend you regarded her as.

“We’re not exactly advertising it. How could you know?”

“I shouldn’t be surprised by your kinkiness. I’ve seen the hickeys on your body- all over your body. I’ve seen his screenname pop up when you’ve been showing me stuff on your phone, I know it’s daddy. And obviously I’ve heard those horny lyrics he sings.” She summarised.

Before you could confirm or deny any of these things, the worker called your name. You approached the counter and were handed two large cups.

You had already begun sipping on your walk back to where Max’s car was parked.

“I just want you to know that I don’t judge you.” She suddenly said. “In fact, I think a lot of people would envy your position.”

“My position? Walking to your car?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes. “You have a man that adores you and wants to take care of you. He matches your kinkiness and just wants to nurture you. He’s always got your back, it’s really special, it’s fucking rare.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky.” You said.

Over the past two months, Damiano providing wholly for you had been becoming the regular. Most days neither of you acknowledged it.

But this different perspective served as a reminder that this set up wasn’t the typical, it was more interesting than that. You remembered how exciting it all was.

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The sound of Damiano’s voice quickly followed you hearing the door open then shut. “Meow?”

You smiled as you responded with your own cat sound. “Mi-raow.”

You stayed where you were lying on the sofa, just lowering your phone. You couldn’t stand to look at the Duolingo screen for any longer, anyway. You weren’t confident that all of the English words you had just learnt were still going to be in your head when you awoke the next morning. Your boyfriend returning from the recording studio was a very welcome distraction.

He came into view, his energy hadn’t come into the room first. You anticipated a relaxed night as he walked around the sofa. He got closer, but he didn’t take up one of the armchairs. He also didn’t sit on an available spot on the sofa.

Instead he started to climb on top of you, sighing with effort during the process. You put your phone on the ground so you could wrap your arms around him. You shared some brief kisses as he got comfortable lying like this.

“How was your day, baby?” You asked once he had stopped shifting to settle into this position.

“Planning a running order of songs is hard.” He said, holding his head up with a fist propped under his chin.

“It’s still stressing you?” You asked and he nodded. “You’re overthinking it.”

He sighed. “I know but torturing myself is too much fun, why would I ever stop?”

You tried to soothe him, easing his hair back from his brow. “I could help. Do you wanna show me what you’ve got right now?”

It was a secret that you had, one of a small group who knew every detail about the solo album he was working on. You had heard all of the songs (sometimes as early as him singing to himself during a cigarette).

It was a big deal, a radical deviation from what he had been doing as part of Måneskin for so long. All of the decisions were solely his and he felt the responsibility of that each step of this journey. He was doing everything in his power to make it perfect, it had to match the visions in his mind. There were many things he had gotten to perfect, but the record’s tracklisting wasn’t one.

“As much as I know you would be helpful, so helpful, pet- I literally cannot stand having to think about this album for another second today.” He said. “It’s just this flood of ideas and deadlines and I have so many decisions to finalise, I can’t even count how many-...”

You shushed him, caressing the sides of his face. “It’s okay, I get it, Dami. You want to just turn your brain off now that you’re home.” He nodded and you kissed him. “We can do that.”

“Perfect, do you wanna tell me about your day?” He asked. “You went to yoga with Max, right?”

“Yeah, actually she…” You trailed off, giggling as the decision to tell him came to you. “She had this idea that you give me an allowance.”

“Allowance?” He repeated, beginning to smile. “No, you earn your pay cheques from Kinky Kittens LLC, like a good, productive girl.”

“Exactly.” You said.

He rubbed his thumb across your lower lip. “And you corrected her?”

“Yeah, I told her that we don’t call it that.” You said.

“Did that embarrass you, knowing she thought you were the kind of submissive slut who only gets money by sucking cock?” He asked.

You held his eye as you kissed his thumb. “Why would that embarrass me? In fact, it’s the opposite: I’m proud to be your slutty fucktoy.”

“I know you are.” He said and the smile on his face had gotten bigger.

He kissed you, indulging longer than before. You wrapped your arms around him as you felt his tongue starting to tease at your lips. The pressure of his body on top of yours got more noticeable, feeling slightly different.

“I bet you looked really good doing your yoga.” He said, pausing to pepper quick kisses onto your lips.

“Maybe I did.” You said.

“How about you show me a new pose that you learnt today?” He asked.

“I can demonstrate but I don’t know if I’m a good instructor.” You said.

“I don’t need to be instructed, I’m just gonna be admiring.” He said.

He gave you another kiss before he began to sit up, transferring his body weight off of you. You knew that he wasn’t being literal, it didn’t matter when you had learnt the specific pose. So, as you were getting up, you compiled a mental list of what you thought the sexiest poses were. You were still wearing your yoga clothes, so his view of your body’s positioning would be relatively unobscured. He laid on his side, ready to watch.

You got down onto the ground, facing him as you sat on the rug. “Have you ever tried the happy baby pose?” You started to lean back. “It’s amazing for opening up your hips and all the muscles in that area.”

“Are you saying my hips are closed?” He asked.

You laid down, your back flat on the ground. “I would have to be an instructor to make a call like that. All I’m saying is this pose is great.”

You bent your knees and brought them up, hovering above your chest. You lifted your feet, the soles facing up to the ceiling. You moved your knees apart, to hip-width.

As you settled into this position, you looked down at him. The tight fabric was conformed to the shape of your crotch and his eyes were on your pussy. You wondered what thoughts were filling his head. The stretching relaxed your muscles, but you were feeling a different kind of warmth through your body than had been present during class.

“And then I can do this, which is quite fun.” You said as you grabbed the outer sides of your feet. You gently moved them side-to-side, like the wipers on the windshield of a car.

He got up to join you, placing his hands to your feet too. He helped you rock from one side to the other. “I don’t have to ask why it’s called a happy baby pose. I think I know of a way to turn this into ecstatic for my baby.” He kept you in this peaceful motion. “That would involve my tongue and you wearing no pants.”

“Hey, you’re not an instructor either.” You said, barely maintaining your balance as you started to sit up. “Besides, there’s more poses I wanted to show you.”

He let go of your feet. “Alright, keep going then, pet.”

You started to reposition, rolling onto your tummy. “This isn’t another happy pose, but it’s similar in that it’s another baby.” You stretched your legs out behind you. “This is baby cobra.”

You kept your legs and hips on the rug as you raised your torso. You arched your back more than you usually would, ensuring he noticed your ass (if he wasn’t already doing so). You extended your neck, bracing yourself with your hands on the ground.

“Make sure you look at it from more than one angle. I want you to see how good my form is.” You said.

You had pushed your shoulders back further, holding them firm as you kept your chest proudly out. This was stiffer than you would hold yourself in an actual class and you thought you might pay for the tension if you stayed like this for too long.

But it was worth it to see the impressed expression on his face as he looked you over. His eyes lingered as he noticed how this position highlighted certain areas of your body.

From your current perspective he looked even taller than usual. This made more heat rush through your system, bringing more colour to your face.

“You make a very good snake.” He said.

“Thank you and from here I can show you how good your kitty is at cat pose.” You said.

“I’ve never heard of cat pose. But I’m really excited to see it.” He said as you started to reposition.

You extended your arms fully and moved to securely plant your knees on the rug. You rounded your back and tucked your chin down. You didn’t tuck your tailbone as much as you ordinarily would, still prioritising for your ass to entice him.

You watched his feet (your only indication of his reaction, thanks to your limited view of the room). He slowly walked around, taking the time to consider other angles.

“Are you sure this is the cat one?” He asked. “Because I’m hearing a distinct lack of meows.”

“Mur-aow, meow.” You vocalised, smiling to yourself.

“Oh, uh-huh, now I get it. That’s a good cat pose, the best I’ve ever seen.” He said.

You continued to meow, each of your noises sounding happy. The blood was pumping through you faster and you enjoyed the feeling of your spine loosening.

Under different circumstances these sensations would have been relaxing you quite thoroughly. But this invigorating energy was leading you to something different than relaxation.

“Cat pose leads nicely into downward dog…” You said, straightening your knees and walking your feet forward a couple of little paces.

“I know downward dog.” He said.

“I’m sure you do.” You said as you moved your body to form an upside down V.

You felt the pleasing stretch in your hamstrings. You were secure and firm in this position, certain you could remain like this for as long as it amused him.

He took slow steps around your rigid body, his eyes free to explore. “You don’t have to bark or anything, I believe this is the dog pose.”

“Okay, that’s good ‘cause I don’t know what my skills in barking are like.” You said.

His fingers brushed across your lower back, finding the spot where your shirt had lifted up, exposing skin. “You’re the perfect kitten, I don’t need you to be anything else.”

You agreed with a meow. With your head down, you could only see his feet and only when he stood in certain spots. But you did your best to keep track of him, watching as he walked to stand behind your legs.

“You’re really giving me a lot to admire, babygirl.” He said and you saw him stop walking, appearing that he was content to stop here.

You felt him move closer, but you weren’t ready for what he did next. He grabbed the waistband of your tight pants and underwear, swiftly giving them a tug. You giggled in response to this threat to your form, your feet and hands dragging about an inch along the ground.

But you didn’t let this break your pose, immediately adapting with an adjustment of your limbs. He wasn’t done, working the clothing down until your butt was totally exposed. He got the material around your thighs, then let go.

“Does my form still look good?” You asked.

“Oh, it’s flawless.” He said and you could feel him leaning closer, more of his body heat touching your bare skin. “But I can’t help myself, this ass is just too perfect.”

He laid a kiss upon one of the cheeks and placed his hands at your hips. You felt more kisses and soon they started to linger. The mood in the room was shifting and some butterflies fluttered around in your tummy.

Holding this stance didn’t feel as simple as before. Especially when he parted his lips to drag his tongue along your skin.

You shouldn’t have been surprised when he pressed his teeth against you. But it made you flinch, your chest expanding around a new noise, one that was more unique. The pinching sensation on your ass set your heart beating faster.

Then he started to suck, bringing your flesh into his mouth. Your thighs were trembling and your knees didn’t feel as strong as before. You felt a mixture of his lips, teeth and tongue.

“I gotta mark this as my property.” He said during a brief pause of his sucking.

“It’s your property, Daddy.” You said.

“Damn right.” He replied before returning his mouth to your skin.

As he continued creating the hickey, you had to concentrate on how your weight was distributed through this stance. You felt how your limbs wobbled, how they wanted to go weak.

He pulled back from you with a gasp. “I don’t think a hickey is gonna be enough. I’m gonna go get something, you can stop doing your yoga right now. But I want you to stay on the ground and stay facing down.”

As he left the living room, you gently brought yourself out of downward facing dog, more of your body moving to the ground. You were rewarded with a greater sense of relaxation. You sat with your chest low to the rug, waiting for him without checking back over your shoulder.

“Are you too tired after all of that yoga, or can you get onto all fours for me? You don’t have to impress me with your form or anything, and I’m not gonna make you hold it for ages.” He said once he had returned to the room.

You returned your palms to the ground. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

As you started to move, you made sure to keep your face turned away, determined to not spoil his surprise. You put yourself into a less extended position, feeling more steady as a result.

Your only guess for what he was about to do was that he would still be concentrating on your ass. So you pushed that up, keeping some tension in your back for that purpose.

He sat down behind you and he wiped at the spot where he had been sucking at your skin, collecting up the left behind saliva.

It made sense when the next thing you felt was something small but firm moving against your butt - he was writing on you. You prioritised obedience over burning curiosity. You tried to follow his strokes mentally rather than checking back over your shoulder.

He dragged the marker to create a long line, which you noticed was going in the direction of your asscrack. He lifted the texta to reposition, drawing an arrow at the end of this line.

Next he moved to the other cheek and you felt him writing more letters. You didn’t know the specific words he was writing, but you felt confident that you could guess the theme of it. He made another arrow, it pointed to your asshole as well.

“Yes, that is mine.” He said, taking the marker away from your skin. “Now you really look like a slutty fucktoy.”

You bent your elbows and leaned forward, taking your shoulders down to the rug. You pushed your ass up even higher and gave it a little wiggle, even though you didn’t think extra effort to entice him further was needed (if there was a quota, you had already hit it).

“Are you ready to act like one for Daddy?” He asked.

You worked to wiggle your butt faster, the cheeks bouncing. “Always.”

He hummed his approval then placed a hand to your ass and you took this as encouragement to stop. As you held yourself still again, you realised that there was a noticeably sweeter scent in the air.

Before you could start to figure out the source, you were distracted by a pressure at your anus. Your heart instantly jumped up higher in your chest as the surprise made it feel like everything else in the room froze. You felt him start to push the smooth and firm object into you, working within your thresholds.

As the pleasure rose up, you had a realisation - that new scent was lubricant. He had disappeared off to the bedroom to get lube and one of the buttplugs. Whether or not this had been his plan all along didn’t matter so much.

Your concentration expanded when he placed the hand unoccupied by the plug to your cunt. He rubbed his fingers against your folds and a new feeling of weakness came into your knees.

“You’ve gotten so good at this, I don’t even have to remind you to take deep breaths during anymore.” He said in a tone that managed to be both proud and mocking at the same time.

You nodded, temporarily taking stock of the ease you had gained around anal penetration, purely thanks to his guidance. “Yeah, because I learnt and sometimes I like being comfortable when I’m getting fucked.”

“As comfortable as I allow.” He said, less mocking for this serious statement.

“Yes, Master.”

He changed how his hand was held over your pussy, allowing him to touch between your folds. He started to lightly fondle your clitoral hood, not yet giving you the kind of pressure that could drive you wild. But it was a thoroughly enjoyable escalation, inviting more butterflies into your tummy.

From the stretch of your hole, you guessed the plug to be about halfway in. This was when he began to move it, thrusting it back-and-forth. He picked up this enticing tempo with how he was rubbing your clitoris. You depended on the floor for support even more, becoming dominated by these sensations.

“Fuck.” You whispered upon having your latest inhale derailed by a powerful shiver.

But your breathing didn’t matter so much anymore, the plug was in and he knew how to keep working it in your lubricated hole. The pleasure was all mixing together, filling you with tingles that were getting more noticeable.

“You showed me yours before, but how is my form, baby?” He asked.

“It’s the best.” You breathed.

“Yeah, you like how I’m fucking your ass?” He asked.

You rocked your body weight towards him a little more, feeling your hole fill up more. “Mm-hmm, that plug feels so good.”

“Oh, that’s not a plug.” He casually said.

You raised your head, feeling instantly confused. You knew the object in your hole wasn’t any part of him, it was too extraordinarily smooth for that. You were certain it matched the feel of a plug’s tapered tip.

You twisted your neck around, your body moving into a new shape as you tried to see what he was using. You were still sure that you were going to see an anal plug.

But then you saw what his fingers were actually wrapped around. Your heart skipped and your lips parted before you were ready to say any words.

The marker that he had used to write on you, was now plunged into your butt. He worked the thin object back-and-forth with an amused smile on his face.

“Fucking Hell, Damiano.” You said with a sigh.

“What?” He replied, stilling the marker for now. “Do you want me to take it out? ‘Cause I can.”

“No, I just…” You trailed off, letting your head slump forwards again. “You always find a way to really surprise me. But it’s- yeah, it feels very, very good.”

He resumed pumping the texta in your ass. “Mm-hmm, I can tell it feels good. ‘Cause it’s making your perfect pussy so wet. I could probably just slide straight in, all the way in.”

You moaned as more pleasure effortlessly rushed through your system. “You can, Daddy.”

“Yeah.” He said, quitting rubbing your cunt, even though it had been making you feel so good. Then he took the texta out of your ass altogether. “You know what, that’s exactly what Daddy’s gonna do.” He grabbed your hip and you felt him move closer. “I had a long fucking day. Enough waiting. I’m gonna use this pussy to get myself some fuckin’ bliss, right now.”

You clenched your hands into fists as you tried to prepare yourself. But the impact his dick had on you still made you loudly whimper, voicing wordless pleas.

He rocked back a little on his knees, then slammed himself into you, moving deeper with no hesitation. Your heart did an excited somersault in your chest as you had a moment of being daunted by all of this intensity.

But you tried to push through that feeling quickly because you knew you could take more. And you wanted to take more. You drew in a series of deep breaths, feeling yourself starting to adjust, even as he commenced swinging his hips. It seemed that he was testing his range of motion, rather than instantly establishing a reckless pace. You took this chance to prepare for what you knew was to come next.

“This is what I needed.” He said as he began to move with more consistency. “How does my fucktoy fix every bad mood by just getting underneath me?”

You weren’t sure the exact answer he was looking for. And it got a lot harder to think of one when he returned his fingers to your clitoris. He treated it to some swirls, yet to give the hood too much pressure, still. But it encouraged more blood into this area, increasing your sensitivities.

“Don’t you wanna know what I wrote on your ass?” He asked.

“Of course I do.” You said. “Please tell me, please.”

“This one…” He indicated that he was referring to the left cheek by smacking the palm of his hand against it, a couple of sharp blows to really get your attention. “...says daddy’s hole.”

Imagining how his degrading branding looked on your skin added heat to the flames of arousal already raging inside of you. You hoped he would let you see it later. Maybe it was worth capturing with the Polaroid camera.

“And this one…” A loud clap was added to his sentence when he spanked the right side of your butt. Then he pinched the cheek, hard. You had to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from making any sounds that could interrupt what he was saying. “...says property of…” To emphasize his words, he pinched your ass again. “...daddy only.”

He stopped pinching you so that he could give your butt another powerful slap. A jolt rushed through your system, followed by so many of your muscles clenching in your anticipation.

“Isn’t that right?” He asked, going back to moving his fingers against your clitoris.

You couldn’t help whimpering before you answered. “Yes, yes, yes, you fucking own me, Daddy.”

You liked the sound of these helpless but honest words. It seemed that he liked them too. Because quickly after you had said it, you gained the reward of him setting into a faster rhythm.

You arched your back, receiving the power of his confident thrusts. But as you felt their widespread (and deep) effects, you couldn’t move your body with his. You were barely hanging onto your composure, so you needed the fleeting recovery time that separated one strike from the next.

“Showing off your holes got you really worked up, huh? You’re already gripping me so damn tight. Did I make you this needy?” He asked.

“Yes, you always do.” You said, forcing your head up so that your words were more likely to be heard. “Being owned by you-... mmn, makes me wanna come.”

He instantly reacted by leaning forward to wrap his fingers around the front of your neck. “Not ‘til I say.”

You whined pathetically, feeling the quivers that were affecting you at the core. “Will you let me soon?”

“Soon.” He echoed.

But there was nothing in his tone to reassure you. “Please, I don’t know how long I can hold off.”

He tightened his grip around your throat. “I decide how long you hold that orgasm back.”

With each new pound from his dick, your desperation grew. But you didn’t resist this side of you. Instead you indulged and let it guide you.

“Please, please…” You whimpered as you tilted your pelvis. You gained more pressure from the finger on your clitoral hood, which wasn’t going to help with recomposing yourself.

“Come on, I’ve gotta do more than just get my dick wet.” He said.

“Please, please, I need to come for you, Damiano.” You said.

He made a noise similar to a growl, then you were being yanked upwards. His hand remained on your neck as he pulled you to sit up with him. His dick slid from its wonderfully deep spot, but your walls clung to the inches still inside.

“What was that? You ‘need’ to come?” He asked, sounding annoyed, but still restrained. “Silly kitty, no, you don’t. I decide when and how you come. Don’t act like you dont know all of this, ‘cause if I have to repeat myself one…”

You gave a little cry when he surprised you by following this word up with a spank to your swollen clitoris. Your inner-walls spasmed around him as you were stunned by all of this.

“...more…” He continued, pausing to give your clitoris another slap. “...time, then you will be writing lines for me, a lot of them. And you’ll be sleeping on the floor with nothing more than your yoga mat. You got that?”

You nodded instantly, lowering your chin as much as was possible with his hand still at your throat. “Yes Master, yes.”

“Now I’m gonna correct you and tell you that what you need to do is quit whining and listen to me, okay?” He asked as he relaxed his hold on your neck. “Lie down, your back on the floor this time.”

You didn’t hesitate, turning yourself around and lowering your body to the floor. There were no hints of a smile on his face anymore, his eyes were locked on you and every move you made. You accepted the challenge of finding what it took to get him smiling again. You spread your legs, placing your feet on either side of the spot where he sat in front of you.

“I feel like we’ve barely fucking started…” He said, shifting forward to fill more of the space between your thighs. “And so soon you want to come? Did all of that yoga get your blood pumping, but just to one spot?”

“I guess so.” You said, smiling eagerly, even though you weren’t certain what he was going to do next.

“Poor little babygirl, just needs to come so bad.” He said and you were nodding as he laid a hand upon your upper-thigh. “You could probably come right fuckin’ now.”

“Probably.” You agreed before rushing to add more and hopefully appease him. “But only with your permission.”

“Much better.” He said.

He placed his unoccupied hand to your cunt, instantly progressing to parting your folds and revealing a clear path to your clitoral hood. His eyes took in this sight and your anticipation left you trembling all over.

He began by pressing his thumb to the hood, slowly manipulating it in a series of swirls. You let out a shaky exhale as you felt how receptive your body was to him immediately.

You let all of your thoughts drift away, not letting yourself get slowed down by plans of what you would do when he stopped. There was a wonderful warmth radiating out from your tummy and the tingles in your body grew more noticeable.

“Mm, feels good.” You said and your eyes shut as more sensitivities rose up.

“Yeah, so good that you could come?” He asked.

“I- well, not from just this, probably not. But if you, you know, mixed it up or added more, it would definitely…”

You got distracted from finishing your sentence when he switched from his thumb, his index finger working on your clit. He used this in an up-and-down motion, going faster and pressing harder. You flinched, having to hold yourself back from the way your hips automatically wanted to buck up in response.

“Mix it up like this?” He asked.

“Daddy.” You whined. “Yes, mix it up like that, just like that.”

You clenched your hands into shaky fists and made a lacklustre attempt at filling your lungs. You were trying to find the strength you knew it would take to resist the pull of your orgasm. It wasn’t easy, especially not now that the tingles in your system had progressed to something similar to fireworks in a night sky.

“Be a good girl.” He said, slowing his finger but pressing just as firmly. “No coming ’til I say.”

The heat that was spreading under your skin now felt as hot as lava, filling every bit of you. All you could think about was the orgasm and how you knew it would complete you at once.

He extended one of his fingers down, bringing it to your attention when he pushed it into your cunt. He went about an inch inside, holding the digit there as he continued working his other finger on your clit. Then his available hand went to your throat, holding you down to the ground in this way.

You were trapped, so much of your power was taken from you and he kept stripping off more. You rode one intense sensation after the other, daunted but still facing more.

“Be a good girl.” He commanded. “Show me how good you can be.”

It didn’t matter how hard you tried to hold onto it, your control was fleeing. You felt how close to the orgasm you were and your body was already reacting with excitement fitting to this climax. You couldn’t stop trembling and your hips were stuttering wildly.

“Please…” You strained to get the word out, your throat clenching of its own accord.

You didn’t get the chance to snap. Instead the whole world froze when he took his hand away from your cunt. The only sound to reach your ears were your useless gasps for air as you lay reeling for the moment.

“See?” He said and you opened your eyes to find him hovering over you. “I told you that you didn’t need to come.”

Your breathing and heart rate started to even out. You wiped a hand across your face as you hoped for your thoughts to start returning to normal too.

“Aw, was that too much for my kitten?” He asked.

“No, I can take it.” You said, opening your eyes to look at him again.

“Is that a fact?” He asked.

All of the energy in your body needed to go somewhere and you were enjoying the buzz given to you. You were embracing how out of control you felt.

You repositioned your legs, wrapping them around his waist. “Do you want me to show you how much more I can take?”

He took his hand off of your neck. “You don’t have to try to show off, you’ve already impressed me.”

“I’m not.” You said firmly. “I’m just not done. Are you?”

His cheek began to lift into a smile. “Absolutely not.”

You squeezed your legs tighter around him as he leaned down, his hand caressing your face. Your lips met and as you kissed him back, you felt his body weight pressing down onto you.

It was effortless the way that he slipped inside of you - a couple of adjustments, then the pleasure was being freely shared.

Your pleasure rushed back into you. Fever pitch was awaiting you, it would be impossible to not pick up exactly where you left off, and so it was your body that started moving first.

But he was swift to join you, rocking his hips to meet your thrusts with confidence. It made your heart lift and beat harder. You were feeling dazzled by this intimacy and your reactions were coming right from your core.

Relatively quickly, he took the lead by going faster than you. Your efforts went to matching him, working your hips as quickly as you could, giving no time to recovery. You sucked on his lower lip as you felt yourself getting lost in this pace.

Between your sensitive walls, his cock kept plunging so deep and the sensations this caused had your body in the near-constant grip of shockwaves. You couldn’t relax, always feeling something more intense dawning.

His tongue lapped across your lip before he pulled back, letting you hear how short his breathing had become. Then you heard his strained voice.

“You don’t have to hold it back anymore.”

“Yes.” You said with a heavy exhale, smiling.

It was like a precursor to your release as you let all of that tension leave your body. You were thrilled that you got to stop resisting, now it was just you facing the overwhelming sensations.

The movements of your body became truly unpredictable as you gave into your crazed desires. It wasn’t about meeting the consistent rutting of his hips anymore, now you were moving purely because each movement brought such a wonderful reward. With your back arched, you were spasming up and into him.

Having him crash into your sweet spot stunned you on a greater level. The lava in your veins was burning you, inviting you to entirely fall apart, even when his momentum drew him away.

He drove into the spot again, bringing a choked sob from you. His hands went to your back, holding you close as he lingered for a moment longer.

“Pet…” He breathed, feeling the needy clenching of your cunt and how it wasn’t losing strength.

His cock pumped forward again, delivering him directly to your g-spot and the release flooded you, on every possible level. The involuntary spasming and clenching that your pussy responded with brought him towards his own release. As you fell victim to the most powerful tremors, he started to unload into you.

You stopped moving at once, too overwhelmed to maintain any kind of motion. His stamina dropped, but he was still sort of in his tempo. If only for a little while, working himself to a stop.

He held himself slightly above you, with both of his hands braced on the rug. Your bodies remained connected as you each tried to catch your breath.

You slowly gathered yourself together enough to take notice of your surroundings again. He made the careful moves to climb off of you, sitting on the ground next to you and going no further. You rolled onto your side, facing him so that you could watch him when you bothered to open your eyes.

You saw how rapidly his chest was rising-and-falling before he spoke. “Cazzo, that got so intense so fast. I didn’t expect to come so soon.” He lifted a hand to hold his forehead. “I think I’m dizzy…”

“Is that in a good way?” You asked.

He instantly looked at you and gave your hip a reassuring caress. “Yes, that was so so so good for me, baby.”

“Me too.” You said with a smile. “I hope that you don’t make me regret saying this later, but for all of the fucking teasing that you put me through, what I get in the end is always worth the wait.”

He returned your smile as he leaned down, giving you a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He stayed close, his breath still on your skin. “How do you feel? Other than feeling that was worth the waiting.”

“I feel great. But, I’m more than ready to get up from the ground.” You said, already making a mental list of more comfortable places to be located.

He sprang into action instantly, repositioning to something more upright so that he could help you get up. “Of course. So what’s your typical wind-down after yoga?”

“Nothing fuckin’ like that.” You said, laughing.

“No, obviously.” He said, getting to his feet and lifting you up too. “I was more meaning if there was something we could base the aftercare around.”

“Well not really.” You said. “But I can think of something from the menu…”

For some reason you hadn’t let go of his hands yet. So the two of you were standing close together and holding hands - almost as if you had forgotten how to be separate.

He had started to look at you with a renewed sense of concentration. “Can you hear how hard I’m wishing for you to pick a shower?”

“Huh?” It took you a second to realise that he was referring to trying to send you a message telepathically. “Oh, yeah, if that’s what you wanna do, then it’s fine with me. You know that you can pick the kind of aftercare you want too, right? You’re just as entitled to it as I am.”

“Am I also entitled to compensation?” He asked.

“You may be.” You teased.

You went into the bathroom together and he pointed for you to look at your bare ass in the mirror. You inspected his handiwork in the reflection, finding that most of the ink was still intact. Even though you were seeing the image reversed, it still looked good to you. You thought about making a joke about copying him and getting something tattooed on your butt.

But then it was time to get in the shower. He helped you wash the ink off of your skin, playing at how much time he needed to spend soaping your butt. There was no more pinching or striking, now his touches were gentle and massaging.

The two of you talked your way through the scene you had just shared. He had praise for you and you told him the sexiest things he had said. He checked that you were actually okay with the surprise of the marker. You affirmed you were, reassuring there hadn’t been much discomfort.

Tangents arose and you talked about other things. He didn’t bring up the troublesome tracklisting or anything else that may have been bothering him earlier. When you climbed into bed, he seemed just as relaxed as you, falling asleep first.

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