#will and billy become kinda inseparable

[cavinginhisfvce]

Something about Billy unknowingly being related to the Byers and not finding out until shit hits the fan with Neil in the worst way, and now Billy is a sixteen year old kid, whose gonna end up in the system (or worse) unless Susan can find family willing to take him in.

She'd take him in a heartbeat, but she's not financially stable enough to care for two children, and herself.

(I don't think this is how it all works, but for the sake of my hc, it is.)

Cue Joyce, who thought she'd never met Billy, until one day he came to study with Jonathan, almost immediately clocking the boy as her half sister's son.

She'd met him only twice before, when Billy's mom could manage a trip without Neil hovering.

Though, Billy and his mother were strikingly similar in appearance, it was the pendant dangling from the boy's neck that confirmed her suspicions.

When Billy leaves, she begins bombarding Jonathan with questions about the blond, only for her son to sigh and tell her she'd have better luck getting answers out of Steve Harrington as the pair had been extremely close.

It's not until Billy's court date, the one where the judge would either pass him off to a group home, or by some grace of God, let him stay with Susan and his sister.

However, Billy's world gets rocked, when Joyce Byers walks into the courtroom, Jim Hopper following close behind the small woman.

Apparently she wanted custody of her nephew? And her Nephew was Billy?

Once her accusation of being Billy's aunt had somehow been confirmed, (it also helped that she was already an approved foster mother), the judge was suddenly granting her guardianship, obviously wanting this particular case to be done with already.

Something something, Billy moves in with the Byers, and despite Joyce being his aunt, he actually gets the mother he'd always dreamed of. He gets the family dynamic he'd only ever seen on television, and he's happy. He still struggles, more than any kid his age should, but he actually has a support system now, so it isn't so bad anymore.

And if Joyce finds out that Billy and Steve are dating, and implements a three inch rule (thanks, Hopper!) then that's their business.

[ariesbilly]

hello i NEED you to talk about the harringrove buckleway catholic school au now because you said its just cruel intentions and I recently saw the cruel intentions musical so I need to know exactly every thought you have I am frothing at the mouth I love that movie please tell me everything ohmygod (if you want to, pls don't feel like you have to!)

i dont know if itd be an exact cruel intentions copy but i do heavily fuck with the overall vibe of pretty people in catholic school committing debauchery lmfao

i just feel like theres so many places to go with it. like on the one hand, you COULD do cruel intentions, where billy and heather are a nasty little duo and steves the new headmasters kid and heather and billy make a bet about billy seducing steve and getting him into bed, ruining his reputation before the school year even starts. and then theres robin whos just this shy little lesbian and heather can have SO much fun with that lmfao i just really love the idea in general of heather toying with robin and getting her all flustered cuz heather is so comfortable in her sexuality and has no problem flaunting it meanwhile robin... is a little more reserved

but then of course real feelings get involved for everyone and steve finds out he was just a bet and blows up on billy and billys gotta grovel to get him back, meanwhile heathers dealing with the fact that this is the first time shes been in love, period, and that completely goes against this well crafted mean girl persona shes built for herself and robins like “either youre gonna be with me or youre not, but im not gonna be a sitting duck waiting around for you to figure it out”

billy and heather hide coke in their crucifixes this should go without saying

but then i kinda also like the idea of steve and heather either being the schools It couple, or siblings lmfao and then robin and billy are the loner gay kids who just kinda keep to themselves and are maybe at the school on a scholarship and that plays into why no one really wants to talk to them because everyone else is a stuck up trust fund baby. 

but steve and heather see potential. and theyve basically run through everyone else in the school (if they are a couple its a very open relationship). so they hatch a plan to take billy and robin on as little projects. something to spice up the monotony of their lives. try to get them in with the in crowd, try to spruce up their image. wanna corrupt them a little bit (which, jokes on steve because turns out billy parties better than any of them, he just does it on his own turf. and that... does things to steve) 

and heather gives robin a whole makeover but its not one that completely changes her style and aesthetics it just enhances them more. zhoosh it up. and maybe heathers a little more outgoing than robins used to, maybe she parties a little harder, opens robins eyes up to some things but like... robins having a good time she’s loving it. heather could ask robin to kill somebody and she’d do it like shes just happy to have a pretty girls attention on her lmfao

so then they become this foursome. are inseparable. billy becomes like everyones guard dog, willing to fight at the slightest provocation. these are his peple. and robin gains some confidence being with heather like she starts coming out of her shell more (not that robin was some wilting flower before but she definitely walks a little taller now)

and billy and robin get to take advantage of their new rich friends’ gigantic homes, vacation homes, boats, cars, high end clubs, etc etc like the world is basically at their feet now which is something neither of them have ever experienced (first time robin sees heathers closet she goes insane like does she want to wear expensive frilly dresses? no. does she want to play in heathers? absolutely)

and they get away with soooo much shit like the school is hard pressed to punish any of them because the harringtons/holloways are constantly throwing money at the place and no one wants to risk that being taken away. and theyre well known enough to get let off if the cops ever catch them doing shit.

just these four little gay gremlins becoming near mythic figures at this catholic school.... i would like to see. could also just say gossip girl vibes lmao (i think in gg its just a private school but whatever. same concept basically)

i think for halloween heather should dress as a sexy nun and drive robin wild but thats neither here nor there

[whatisgoingonpaul]

Lost boys backstorys

I made a post while ago on my ideas of the boys past but now I want to update it. I just want you to know I’m still a firm Prequel lover/follower however we don’t get much info on the boys Pre 1906, so that’s what this is for! However personally I would have had more Max so this is going to be both pre 1906 but also include relationship with Max a bit.

I am also including my personal ideas on Last names and age. However I am under the idea that they wouldn’t know/take their last name seriously if the did know it cause- ya know. Orphans. This is going to be lengthy and I’m going to pin it, not just because I want it seen but also to remind myself in fic writing (when I don’t follow these ideas in a fic it’s gonna be Marked as Au- as I’ll probably be messing around with a different past.)

I’ll be doing appearance but only physical as there’s some stylistic changes. For clothing? Honestly so thinking workers clothes/cowboy esc

Also! Their stories are all going to kinda intertwine so I’d there’s not enough info under one theirs a solid chance there’ll be more for them under someone else’s!

David Hardy-

Age(as of 1906): 19

Born: 1887

Appearance: Average height, his hair a dirty blond- near reddish and is around shoulder length. Bearded. (Think doc but with slightly updated clothing)

Backstory:

David Is the only of the boys to grow up with at least one of his parents, living with his mother until her death when he was around 7. They lived in a decent, though cramped little space in San Francisco, by the docks. His father worked on and off- a not so stable style ending in him getting involved in not doing saviory things - getting arrested. His mother worked as a washerwoman. David worked the streets awhile, as a young child now left alone, he learned to pickpocket and live off what he could manage. It was around this time he had found Marko- doing the same thing he was - though arguably less effectively do to his more sporadic nature. At around age 10 the two became extremely close and rather inseparable, Marko even looking up to him despite being the older of the pair. However david wasn’t one to living completely criminal like... he did NOT want to be his father, which lead him to not drinking , EVER. (Even as a vampire he still doesn’t do alcohol.) he poked towards more honest work, also forcing Marko into doing the same , which he wasn’t exactly thrilled about- but did anyway. Tried. David did a lot of work on the docks, odd jobs and stuff like that- but it never paid even half as good as nabbing a wallet or cheating at cards. He wouldn’t be his father- he’d be better- better then all the nobody’s. More level headed then Marko though  ambitious, big headed and still wildly child like- eventually Paul , Dwayne and Jasper joining the pair. Well now, David had himself a full on gang. Never robbery, not that far. The group pickpocketed , cheated at any sort of game or match, that sort of thing... they were still young after all. Smart enough not to go wild like some famous bandit (Though David will admit to his slight admiration of Billy the kid.). He’s a quick learner, and when he learns something- he learns it well- becomes a damn near expert. When he is good at something he is good at it. He is the leader out of the groups mutual respect towards him , quick thinker. Notable flaws: Huge ego, hopeless romantic.

Marko Connelly-

Age(as of 1906): 20

Born: 1886

Appearance: on the shorter side, golden - darker brown hair in this fluff of ringlets it’s long about just past his shoulder blades and typically tied back. Usually dirty somehow (Think Poli but with longer hair and updated clothing)

Backstory:

Born to a rich family , one of those who moved from east to west and actually did make it big. He was a pretty little thing, more a doll to his mother then particularly a child- only taken from Nanny to be dotted over or photos taken. However around the age of 3 or 4 things had tipped, scandal! Missing. That is what the newspapers said anyway he was found missing- was it that he was given away? Or stolen? He was never particularly a child to be quite or sit still or anything such as that... so who is to say? Marko doesn’t remember a lick of that either way as he was far far to young for it but he does remember being alone. This is how he had grown his attachment to birds, they always stuck around. He grew comfortable with being alone, having himself to depend on, getting good at grabbing what he needs- A mansion is stark contrast to dirty winding alleyways. He was always cursed with his looks- even filth covered at 6 he could make sad eyes and tend to swindle whatever he wanted... but he wasn’t completely quick. He’d get in trouble, his face memorable he could rarely pass the same trick again. At 11 David came across him, the two started working and living together (that is where they could find a place to sleep.) he sort of gained this complex. He felt he owed David , in some strange sense he became attached at the hip- a helper, a second- almost servant like the guy had saved his life and he is now the others. It didn’t help that at a young age, Marko had developed what was come to be understood as a deep crush- at times as teens this was reciprocated. As loyal and loving as he was to the other male he wasn’t nearly as cautious, as rule following... he had come to despise authority, to despise the fancy, the rich all of the crowd. He was never sure why. Even regular work got on his hate list... but he gave in and would try to do a normal amount pf work.. it never really worked as there was something, how he would sass, how he looked or smelled or spoke (neither him nor David really spoke ‘proper’ English - meaning no slang or accent). Around when Paul came things started to shift in the group, more mouths- more work and more thinking. Oh yea David and his thinking. Marko is a bit hostile right off the bat when it comes to people he doesn’t know, eventually he cracks and will be more loyal to you then to anyone you’d ever know. He opened up to Paul, a lot sooner then he would have thought the guy was funny and sweet - lil stupid too. David had this grand idea of a little gang, naturally Marko was all for it because illegal activity is fun- it was like a game to him. A liked stealing from pockets and playing distraction for David, as time grew he began to hate how young and gentle his face appeared to be. He LOATHED absolutely appalled the pity glances he would get, the hand outs the whole “oh you poor fragile little dear 🥺” he hated being babied and still does. He hated the stares he got on the opposite direction ... at first, it was funny, it was nice to be wanted in that sense rather then some baby. However... it grew creepy, it wasn’t women or a fella his age...it was more the gaze of older men. Marko detested it so much- he KNEW he’s seen what some of the guys... even younger then him ended up doing- he could see the occasional look in david’s eye. No he would never really consider....no. Paul was more his shoulder to cry on, someone to go to , to ramble to to speak with and just be with. The two were touchy, always leaning against eachother or grabbing their arms, laughing or sleeping or- eventually it became more then casual, it was serious. The two started ‘dating’ at some point- none of them were ever serious on titles but it was good to put a word to it.

Paul campbell-

Age (as of 1906) : 18

Born: 1888

Appearance: tall and lengthy, he has a mole on his left cheek, he has stubble/shadow opposed to a beard. He’s also usually dirty, dirty blond , long hair think Buffalo bill with volume and his hairline not receding

Backstory:

Grew up in a orphanage, hundreds of kids all stuffed together into a few rooms, often sharing beds and everything else. He was never a still child, he would always figit and move and shift - whenever he’s supposed to be quite or still like lessons or Mass he just couldn’t. This - got him most of the attention from the mistresses and overseers- much more quick to slap then to explain... he was docile , quick to flinch and try and stop. Never worked well. Once you get to 7-8ish you work if not adopted by a decent age. Sweeping, factory work he tried it all. He was particularly desensitized to violence at a extremely young age while working in a textile factory- he’s seen a kids arm come clean off. Terror turns to fascination eventually. At some point he’d stopped returning at night finding David and Marko at 15, he started hanging with them- it was safer in numbers that sort of thing- Paul could read a bit , David could write a bit- the three worked it out together. always so distracted- the others learned right off the bat he wasn’t built for pick pocketing no matter how hard he begged about it. Instead he’d do real jobs- sweeping , fighting, placing crooked bets that sort of thing. He always complains. A massive softie since he was young, Paul can’t quite handle being on his own- he’s used to having at least one other person around him at all times causing him to get quite hooked onto the other boys. He hovers around the same places. He is also a fan of dancing- Paul- is music obsessed the moment he heard the first noise of any sort of music he was hooked. He is one about fun- being restrained from it for so long as a child- always to sit out and watch or to think about whatever he did.. oh. Dancing, drinking, drugs, clubs, all of it is his kind of deal- he would drag the others with him when they had a bit of extra cash to deal with. Dwayne and his brother, when they joined on he was instantly accepting, unlike Marko he didn’t have the deep seeded trust issues, he was immediately touchy and happy to share a joke or a comment no matter the glares. He is the one to get Dwayne to lighten up a little bit, to smile he loves to see that smile :). He got around to dating Marko, when they finally put a label on it he was really giddy about it, making jokes and comments- he adores the little names like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘bo’ - he eventually gets around to just plain ‘sugar’ . Marko is the one who really entertains Paul’s love for dancing, the two of them trying to get the others to do something lighten up- eventually their pawing would bare fruit. Paul makes the best out of the worst situation, even if they end up sleeping on the beach more often then not- he somehow makes it seam alright. Except that one time he had gotten sand in Dwayne’s eye and all hell broke lose. He is the current youngest member of the group after Jaspers passing.

Dwayne Maher

Age (as of 1906) : 22

Born: 1884

Appearance: Tall, muscular , tanned(I will establish this now but Dwayne is Native American.) long Black hair with burnet highlights, reaches half down his back.

Backstory:

Born out more Midwest unlike the others he was not born in San Francisco, eldest son of a decent sized family of four kids. Do to conflict he and his younger brother skipped town, skipped state and fled to California.. better options you know?. He’s strong built, hard working and good with his hands though, rather playful most of the time. He looks after his younger brother closely, when there is work they work the same place, when there is not they both still do the same. Quickly took to David and the gang , having a tight knit bond with each of them. He was sort of the muscle - if there was trouble, he knew how to fight and it would likely work better then the knives the boys carried around or the gun David could barely shoot. It was Paul who got him to open up more, about himself and just to speak in general, he’s much more under his breath and jokingly commenting then he is saying something out loud- however if he dislikes something or thinks it stupid you WILL know it. Like David he carries the occasional thought of caution, however he’s not nearly as quick to worry. Maher is not his actual last name , nor does he ever mention it- he simply uses this one when it’s needed as some sort of identification or document. He’s surprisingly good at money, he ends up counting with David and is better at budgeting no matter how he may want or need something. He doesn’t speak on his past as he tries to make it seam he has little of one, he likes to make things mysterious he finds it amusing.

Jasper Maher-

Age (as of 1906) : 16

Born: 1890

Died: 1906

Appearance: shoulder length black hair, typically tied back and braided , tanned, string bean.

Backstory:

The younger brother of Dwayne who is much much more open on how he grew up, casually mentioning things he learned from his parents of his brother (he doesn’t remember his parents that much.) young hot shot sort of kid who’d much rather have action then he would some serious job, loud, energy filled and one for violence- however he’s surprisingly sweet. He often got himself and his brother into trouble. He was a quick and fast young child who grew surprisingly closest with Marko, the two having a habit for breaking every possible rule they could manage together. Their close friendship lead to Marko naming one of his birds after Jasper long after his passing.

Max-

Unknown age but he is seen as extremely old and powerful

Relationship with the boys:

After finding them he has decided to take them under his metaphorical and physical wing, acting as a sort of guardian. Food, clothing, shelter, he was everything the boys didn’t have and was surprisingly inviting in the beginning. ‘I do this for you, you on occasion do this for me’ sort of deal. He wasn’t a leader so much as he was a usual figure, the boys knew and understood him to be above them... so they followed you know? The whole new vampirism thing and the clueless kids- he had to explain and show nearly everything... especially to David, he wasn’t so much harsh to him as he was strict- more of a lead by example sort. Honestly he was father like in a strange sense- that someone is almost like a parent but very much your boss. See... with Max’s strength, there’s this almost automatic level of control- you can’t say no to him. You literally can’t not do what he asks (some supernatural level messing-). There’s something dark about him, in him that the boys still don’t understand in the 80s- but it scares them. It’s strange, it feels unlike him... he seams just like a Dorky , sweet man until...

Some random thoughts that don’t really fit anything

The boys are explicitly religious, past what you’d hear in passing or remember from growing up. Saying “oh god” and respecting religious officials are about what you’ll get

Whoopsies! This was a extremely long post lmao. Sorry for the long read but I could go on and on about them this was just a small blurb to all of it. If you ever wanna hear more do tell me. Also tell me if I should add tw for anything as I know I got a little dark at some points.

[mediocre--writing]

Hello!! I just wanted to say I love your writing very much! I was wondering if you could write anything about Steve and billy meeting when they’re younger kids and becoming friends ? I imagine younger billy would be a shy child and maybe Steve decides to stike up conversation with him? Or something like that?

aww thank you!!

ok so i kinda flipped this around on accident because i can see steve as like an only child with older parents and billys mom is on the younger side

i hc that billy’s mom was a waitress at a small, retro diner.

so billy, when his mom and dad were having fights, would go with his mom to work. he would sit on the bar counter and socialize with the myriad of old people that come in for early bird specials.

billy has also made many friends around his age from his days at the diner.

so steve comes in one night, with his parents, and looks to be dreading his entire life. he’s seven years old, an only child, and his parents don’t care to entertain his childish platings.

billy has almost a sense for people in need of company or a good laugh, maybe it’s because they reflect him, maybe he just wants to be kind, like his mother always taught him to be.

so when she goes over to take their orders, billy bounces over with her, remnants of sticky chocolate around his lips and sticking his hair together from a milkshake he’d had earlier.

and steve is sitting in this little diner, alone in a big booth seat across from his parents, miserable and feeling no happier than he was when he was home. he gets neglected either way.

but billy bounces on up and starts talking to steve while his parents are discussing business or something.

but they talk about the sunday special that was ok tv that day and they talk about the parks they go to. billy helps steve decide what to eat, but just ends up listing everything on the menu ‘it’s all good!’

they both laugh harder than they had in a long time and steve’s mood is uplifted so much that even his parents notice

both boys go back to their respective homes yammering on about the other boy.

steve’s parents decide they’ll go to that diner more often if this is how happy steve gets.

billy’s mom just enjoys the way billys eyes shine and his cheeks are all rosy when he talks about ‘teve’ (he’s got a little speech impediment and he ends up calling steve ‘t’ even years later because it just made sense)

but they practically grow up together

when they get to middle school, they’ll ride the bus back to the diner after school and do their homework at a booth and order multiple milkshakes and a basket of fries.

in high school, they get jobs there with billy’s mom (steve works the register and billy helps cook, they both bus the tables from time to time)

billy’s mom would have also been like the ‘cool mom’ when she’s let the boys have more freedom, something steve didn’t get very often as a kid.

(as someone with older parents, it’s like a life altering experience when you have a close friend with younger, less over protective parents)

and steve, affectionately, addresses billy’s mom as ‘diner lady’ but it makes her smile really hard and giggle every time he does it, and she replies with ‘baby-cheeks’ or sometimes ‘bambi-eyes’ (but she doesn’t do it as often since billy starts to call steve ‘bambi’ sometimes)

anyway yeah they would grow up so close and still have their own group of friends or hobbies, but eventually, they wouldn’t order so many milkshakes after school, because they’d just share one or two, then go behind the diner and ‘secretly’ make out

(billy’s mom knew they were gonna end up together from the first day. billy was all rosy and cute talking all about steve and they were inseparable)

[ssahoodrat]

Ok here are some of my kinda headcanon about Peter Maximoff aka quicksilver aka Ralph Bohner.

1. If Ralph really was in witness protection and Jimmy was the agent assigned to his case then I am 100% sure they would become best friends and make the most chaotic pair ever

2. We know Peter has 2 sisters, as it was mentioned in a Apocalypse or DoFP deleted scene he has his little sister the one he was sitting with and then a other one that was only mentioned, that means there is probably a Wanda in Peter's universe which leaves the question a) what happened to her and b) why does peter never mention her, my headcanon is that she ran away after discovering she was a mutant because she wanted to live a normal life, peter hasnt seen her in years and that memory in WV of them on Halloween is actually Peter's memory not MCU Wanda's

3. Peter's brain is just as fast as he is physically meaning he processes and understands things faster than any of the other XMen, Charles and Jean most of the time cant see into his mind as it's going to fast for them to understand

4. Peter and Storm have the best friendship after Apocalypse and shes the first one to notice hes missing when Agatha takes him Storm is also the one he talks to the most, he shares almost everything with her and even let's her share his twinkies, shes the only other person who knows about Eric being his father so after Raven died they where basically inseparable

5. Peter and Raven also had the best friendship he was one of the only people besides Eric and Charles that Raven would talk to about her childhood, Kurt is Ravens son a d I refuse to believe anything different so Peter bonded with her over having family members who didnt know they were related and they had this kinda contest going to see who would tell who first, when he woke up after DP and realized she was dead he was really distraught and he has a playlist or CD or vinyl or something in his room with her name on it that's full of songs that he thought she would like and he had planned to give it to her before Dark Phoenix

6. After peter gets back to his universe he still has all of Pietros memories, so he feels the same connection to Wanda that Pietro did

7. Peter still remembers everything that happened in Westview, he especially remembers the twins, sometimes he tells Ororo about all the crazy pranks they pulled together and how much he misses them and sometimes he sees a kid out on the street that looks like Billy or Tommy he'll freeze and all his memories with them will flash through his head

8. In Apocalypse when he says to Raven "for someone who can move as fast as I can I always seem to be to late" or something like that he says that because when he found out Eric was his father he tracked him down to tell him but by the time he got there he was gone and nina was already dead

9. (This wasnt in the original post because I forgot it so I'm editing it in now) Peter and Scott pretend like they dont get along a d that they hate each other but they are actually really good friends and also they are roommates at the school, sometimes Peter still feels guilty about not being able to save Alex from the explosion even though hes never met him just because he knew how much he meant to everyone, and Scott always reassures him that it wasnt his fault and sometimes he even tells Peter story's about him and Alex from when they were kids which leads Peter to tell Scott stories about his younger sister

[just-jordie-things]

I’ll Go With You - Richie Tozier

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

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

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

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

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

“Georgie, n-no, go back to-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She giggled again, and shook her head.

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

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

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

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

Bill and Eddie roll their eyes.

“D-don’t hit on (y/n)” Bill mutters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“R-really? Again?”

“What?” Richie shrugged innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What!?”” Georgie squealed.  “No!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think so?”

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

He giggled bashfully, shaking his head.

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

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

Bill’s brow furrowed.

“S-sure, f-for how l-long?” ___

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on…” (y/n) mused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How romantic-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Right,” She monotoned sarcastically.  “Sure”

“It absolutely is, little miss attitude”

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

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

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

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

She nodded in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grinned back at her.

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

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

“Goodnight” She whispered with a sweet smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You s-sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the ceremony started, so did the tearflow.

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

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

She turned to him, having caught his stare.

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

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

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

“Will you hold my hand?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not fair” She wept.

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

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

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

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

He wanted to hold her all the time.

“Thank you” She mumbled into his shoulder.

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

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

He nodded his head, returning the smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s greywater!” Eddie hissed.

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

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

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

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

“What?” Richie asked her innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The fuck does he think he is-”

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

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

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

Leaving Richie and Ben outside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m just fucking saying”

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

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

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

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

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

“No…” Stan trailed off.

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

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

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

“Beep beep, Richie” Stan groaned.

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

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

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

Ben just laughed and bashfully looked away from her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What makes you say that?”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, heart eyes” He agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I see?” She asked again quickly.

“Y-yeah, me t-too” Bill agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could still see a smile on her lips though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re right” She mumbled. ___

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

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

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

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

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

“I- I’m coming! Where are you?”

She ran as fast as she could towards his voice.

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

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

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

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

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

“Georgie where are you!? Georgie!”

“Right here”

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

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

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

“N-no-”

“Boo!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m coming over”

“B-but my parents-”

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

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

“I’ll see you in a little bit, okay?”

“Okay” She said again.

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

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

“Hey, Juliet-”

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes fell shut as she nodded her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She sniffled, and nodded her head shakily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good” He answered.

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

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

“Yeah” He hummed back.

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

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

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

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

Richie frowned at her.

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

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

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

“Okay” She mumbled back into his chest.

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

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

She looked up at him, nodding her head.

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

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

“Thanks for staying, Richie”

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

She doesn’t have another nightmare that night. ___

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m in” (y/n) nodded.

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

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

“W-we have t-to-”

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

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

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

“I- I’m not-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?” He mumbled.

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

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

He nodded back.

“Yeah, I think so” He repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Bill had already gotten on his bike.

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

“Fuck you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She finally begins to cry, and shakes her head.

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

“(y/n) let me take you-”

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

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

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

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

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

The hardest part was not calling Richie.

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

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

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

“Richie-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled, pushing her back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“H-hey g-guys,” He stuttered.

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

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

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

“What-!?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No” She mumbled back.

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

Richie squeezed it back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But-”

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

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

“Beverly?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- well, it worked, actually.

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

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

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

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

“My heart burns there too”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He tried to fight you again?”

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

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

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

“Y-yeah it wasI-It” Bill said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Georgie?” She mumbled, lowering her weapon.

“Babe- that’s not Georgie!”

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

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

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

“Ahh,”

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

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

“Let her go- let her fucking go!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is It gone?”

“It’s dead…”

“I can’t believe it worked”

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

“Holy shit”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” Richie shook his head.  “You?”

“No” She repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You still love me though” He retorted.

She just smiled as she fell asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

So he could wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you’re sure” He says with a sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well I… I made it” He told her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

___

xoxo ~ jordie

[smoshwrites]

i love you - damien haas

<<not my gif>>

includes: damien haas x reader

warnings: Very angsty, (fluff at the end, of course.) mentions of anxiety, depression and cheating.

this is a song fic, i recommend you listen to I Love You by Billie Eilish while you read :)

the defy split fell at a terrible time for you, for you were fresh out of a relationship with a cheating ex and needed to find not only an apartment, but a new job. you stayed with sarah wittle for a while but couldn’t help but feel intrusive of her and claudio’s relationship. but with your job now fully secure back at smosh and a small apartment not too far away from the office made you feel slightly back on track.

now that the office building is so much more open than before you are able to interact with not only your fellow meme-team, but the squad too, and it wasn’t until smosh began to work under mythical did you actually meet damien. his charming personality rubbed off on you immediately and you grew a liking for the boy after only a few interactions. every morning he would walk into the office he would give you a smile, which always made your heart flutter. your gut knew damien was a great guy, but your mind was still in full close off mode. but damien. he made you feel special. some days your only interaction was the shared smile in the morning, but he always made it his goal to sit next to your desk and eat lunch with you. you guys never really got the chance to hang out outside of work until one fateful weekend when shayne canceled his weekly anime binge with damien and he invited you instead. these nights became tradition, whether including shayne or not. you three became the iconic trio of the office, and you and damien became inseparable.

one night, shayne had flunked out on your anime binge yet again due to The Goldbergs, leaving you, damien and his two cat (who had become very fond of you). you were about 3 hours into your normally 8 hour long binge when you feel damien begin to shift and stiffen beside you.

“sorry, am i bothering you?” you softly question as you lift your head from his shoulder.

“no, no you’re completely fine.” he responds, avoiding eye contact with you.

“somethings up. i can tell.” you say to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing small circles on it. “talk to me.”

“i-“ he begins, tripping over his words, “i’ve been feeling a lot more emotions recently,” damien briefly pauses “and, well, i don’t know what to think about them.” he says.

“ok,” you start, “emotions are weird, i would know.” you whisper the last part. “and well, i find trying to be up front about them is helpfu-“

“i think i love you.” he whispers, just loud enough to hear.

you pause, your brain goes into full panic mode.

damien was your best friend, he had gotten you through a lot in the past few months, but you felt a sudden wave of panic when he said those 3 words. you hadn’t heard those words from someone in almost a year.

you slowly pull your hand from his shoulder, “damien” his name is not more than a whisper.

“y/n i-i’m so sorry. i knew it would be too much for you, god damien why did you have to say that, and i said it anyways,” damiens apologies became fuzzy in your brain.

the hardest part of this was you loved him too, you couldn’t escape the way you loved damien.

you hadn’t realized how far into your head you got until damien had to shake you back to reality.

“damien.” you whisper again, feeling your hands begin to shake. he took his hands off your shoulders, understanding you probably needed some space. “i-“ you still don’t know what to say, “i need to go.”

you saw the hurt in his eyes. you had never seen him cry before that point, but you could’ve sworn you saw a tear fall down his face.

“yeah. hey. don’t worry about this.” he says, you can hear the strain in his voice, like he was trying not to break. you nod, feeling quite emotional yourself. he stands up from the couch and you follow, stepping towards his front door. he opens it for you.

before you step out of his apartment, you mutter a quick “i’m sorry.” and slide out of his door without another word. one you got to your car you felt sick to your stomach. you couldn’t help but feel you had lied to damien, you loved him, even though you didn’t want to.

work the next few weeks were off. shayne could definitely see the tension between you and damien and you were falling back into a bad spot mentally. he stopped eating lunch with you and you tried to bury yourself in your computer to distract yourself from the bubbly presence that wasn’t next to you anymore.

one the 5th friday since damien said those 3 words, there was a small knock at your apartment door. you furrow your brows and get up off your couch to get the door, not bothering to check the peep hole. when you open the door and see the y’all boy with blue hair, you can’t help but suck in a breath.

“d-damien?” you say, dumbfounded at the boy on your doorstep.

“y/n, hey. can we talk?” you nod your head and step to the side, holding your door open for him.

“sorry, i wasn’t really expecting guests.” you say as he enters your fairly messy abode, which you haven’t had the motivation to clean.

“it’s totally fine, i kinda popped up unannounced.” he says, making eye contact with you for the first time. his eyes were swollen and red, like he had been crying. you wondered if he could tell how much you had been crying over him.

“oh” you break eye contact and shake your head, almost to clear your thoughts, “we can talk in the livingroom if you want.” you offer a shy smile that he reciprocated and you lead him to your couch. you both take a seat and damien clears his throat. you didn’t know where to start, or who was going to start. you could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife.

“i’m sorry for being so distant lately.” damien says and you nod.

“yeah, i’m sorry on my part too.” this conversation has played through 100 times in your head. “damien,” you start, but you choked on air as tears welled up in your eyes. you tilted your head towards the ceiling, as if that would stop the tears from falling. “i should’ve said it back.” you laugh at yourself, “i was- i was just so confused and overwhelmed and i didn’t know how to say it.” you pause for a second as a sob wracks through your body.

“y/n.” you could hear the tears in damiens voice.

“your too good for me damien.” you whisper.

“y/n.” he says again and you finally look towards him. his face was flushed and he looks to have shed as many tears as you. “i still- you know- my feelings haven’t changed.” he says, which makes you sob again.

“i love you, damien.” you finally muster out. “god, so much. i hate myself for it. i hate that i didn’t say it back. i hate that you are so, perfect. too perfect for me. i hate that i let myself love you so easily.” you slumped over your knees and stayed there for a second, waiting for damien to respond. all he did was put a hand on your back, and you fell into him.

you don’t know how long he held you for, but it felt like for an eternity. it was what you needed. as you pulled away he said, “let’s try this again.” he pauses before continuing, “y/n y/l/n, i love you.”

you felt a smile creep up into your mouth, “damien haas, i love you.” you pulled him into another hug that felt like it lasted a lifetime.

a/n: hello! i’ve been really sad lately so this was kinda comfort so sorry it’s so sad!! love u guys muah.

[auroraseddie]

That Night

Pairing: Steve Harrington x oc!Byers sister

Words: 1100+

Warnings: kinda angst? some fluff? 

Summary: The event that leads to Samantha and Steve becoming closer and eventually.... you’ll find out (:

Author’s Note: okay hi!!! this is my first published fic! And it’s the first “chapter” I guess you could say to my Steve x Byers! sister series! I hope you guys like it and I’d love feedback on any and all of my work!! (:

Steve Harrington and Samantha Byers became friends the night of the party his senior year. You know, the one where Nancy Wheeler proclaimed that their whole relationship was bullshit? Yeah, that one. Samantha sat there, watching the whole thing unfold while sitting next to her newly acquainted friend, Billy. 

He looks at her, his mouth agape, as he watches her get up and make her way over to a newly disheveled Steve, staring at the spot that once held the form of a drunk Nancy. 

“Hey Harrington,” she says. “You doing alright? I heard what Nancy said, and I don’t wanna impose but, it sounds like she’s the one who should be considered bullshit.”

This makes him laugh for a second, but the frown ultimately returns to his face. Samantha could immediately sense that she had said something wrong and went to drawback on her statement.

“I-I I didn’t mean it like that, Steve. I’m sure she was an amazing girl, but anyone who lets you go, I-” she was cut off by Billy’s annoying chuckle.

“Now what do we have here? Good old King Steve got dumped, and my good friend Sam here decided it was her turn to take a ride on the king train? Too bad Steve isn’t king anymore, isn’t it?” He smirks, seeing Samantha’s face switch into one of pure embarrassment. Billy was the only one she had told about her crush, besides her best friend Robin, and now he was exploiting her for his own gain. She stands there, shocked that he would do something like this, not knowing what to say. Everyone in the living room is silent until Robin slowly stands and makes her way over to the trio. 

“Hey, Billy! Aren’t you supposed to be her friend? You know, someone who isn’t trying to ruin her life just because she decided to talk to someone you don’t like? You’re not her boyfriend, you’re not her best friend, you’re honestly not much more than a person she decided to be kind to. So just. Fuck. Off. and leave her alone.” Sam looks at her friend with tears in her eyes, and mouths a silent thank you. Fearing what comes next, Sam heads to the front door, before running out to her car to leave the party and all the memories that will come with it behind. 

Before she can get into the driver’s seat, she’s stopped by a pull on her wrist. “Leave me alone Billy,” she says, attempting to start the car while avoiding the silhouette next to her, “you’ve already done enough damage.” 

“Last time I checked, my name wasn’t Billy.” Samantha’s head shoots up at a high speed, so fast, that she accidentally hits her head on the door with a loud thud. Before either of them could say anything, she bursts out a loud, high-pitched cackle that, in turn, makes Steve laugh harder than he ever thought he could. After the initial laughter dies down, Sam turns to Steve and gives him a questioning glance.

“Why did you follow me, Steve? You had no reason to, and I’m sure everything that happened to you tonight is enough for you to deal with already, so why come out here and make everything worse?” Steve gazes at her, eyes blown wide and a look of shock written on his features. Which, even in this state, are beautiful in Sam’s eyes. 

“I followed you out here because I know you’re a good person. I know “King Steve” was an asshole, but ever since Billy came to town and took the crown away from me, I’ve been better. I was in love with a girl, who I thought loved me back, which we both know now isn’t true. I was becoming a better person without having Carol and Tommy H constantly breathing down my neck, and now, I don’t really know what I’m doing. What I do know, is that no matter what I’ve done to you, or how I’ve treated you in the past, you were still so nice to me tonight, and I know that you deserve someone to be just as good to you. Also because I was partly the reason you left, which, I honestly didn’t expect. But-” He looks up, well, down at Samantha, to see her staring at him and listening to his story intently. For reasons unknown to him, he smiles, a smile so big and so bright, you wouldn’t have known that he had just been dumped by who he thought was the girl of his dreams.

“Why are you smiling like that? Are you okay?” Sam asked, worry evident in her tone. Why did he smile so wide after telling me about how awful he used to be? I know he’s changed, I’ve seen it, but why now? And why tell me? She wonders to herself, confused about the situation at hand. “Will you go somewhere with me?” He questions, turning toward her sitting form, “I promise nothing bad will happen, and I’ll have you home before midnight?” It sounds as if he’s begging her to do this, which intrigues Samantha to no end. Running it through her head for a few minutes, she glances up at him. 

“Sure Harrington, as long as you don’t have a crazy master plan to lure me into the woods and kill me,” she laughs getting out of the car. “And what if I told you that was my exact plan, Byers?” he questions as he glances towards her moving figure, “Why are you getting out of the car?”

“Well if I’m going somewhere with you, wouldn’t that mean that you’re going to be driving?” Sam smirks, throwing Steve the keys as she gets into the passenger seat of the vehicle. 

What am I going to do with you, Byers? He thinks to himself, smiling as he gets in and pulls out of the driveway. 

After that night at the party, Steve and Samantha became inseparable. They’re best friends, have a secret handshake, and have multiple new nicknames for each other that make no sense to the outside world. At Steve’s graduation, she sits with her mom at the party, shouting praise to Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy as they cross the stage. She was content with her newly found sense of self, her family, and her relationship with Steve and the party. Being best friends with Steve “the hair” Harrington was one of the best parts about her life right now, and the two of them continued to grow closer each and every day, even if it was just as friends. 

And they wouldn’t have it any other way. Or would they?

[conartisthaiji]

three dark crowns highschool au

because i have feelings about this but don’t actually want to write a fic. here we go 

so i guess everyone has been adopted

 Katharine by the wealthy Arron family

Arsinoe by the Milone family

Mirabella by...the Westbrooks? They’re her canonical guardian family but I feel like Luca is her mom...

Luca can be the lovely lady next door who adores Mira, THERE WE GO

Katharine Arron is one of those girls who should be popular but she’s shy and prefers books over people. 

everyone knows who she is, they just leave her alone. she’s like the most famous nerd

but not cuz she’s bullied. paradoxical. 

teachers love Kat. other than that...ehhh...she’s kinda lonely i think.

Arsinoe Milone is one of the troublemakers. 

again, everyone knows who she is, except this time it’s because of what she does. 

she, jules, and joseph are thick as thieves. teachers do not want all three of them in their class at the same time. huge no-no

lowkey a rebel but like...cares somewhat for school

Mirabella Westbrook...is a TRANSFER. (dun dun dun)

she and her adopted sister Bree join the school 

they befriend a girl named Elizabeth

Mirabella is beautiful, duh. she becomes popular. very popular. 

rest is under a cut. oh boy

so we have the queens...now what about everyone else??

Jules Milone is the second troublemaker

(starting with her cuz she’s really important, duh. also she’s cool)

is the Voice of ReasonTM

always being like “arsinoe no”

Arsinoe responds with “arsinoe YES” 

poor Jules...she just wants to not risk getting arrested

crushing hard on that one guy, joseph

ahhh yes, joseph. 

the third troublemaker 

how obvious is it that i lowkey hate him

ANYWAYS, back to the au and the thoughts

crushing hard on Jules, like really hard.

and then Mirabella transfers and he’s like ‘oh shit she’s HOT’

cue the heart eyes. 

*whispering* (he’s gonna be a bit trashier in this au i think)

Billy Chatsworth

okay so umm i want kat to have friends, and they got along pretty decently in Three Dark Crowns, so..

Kat has exactly one (1) friend, and it’s this guy

Billy has plenty more friends because he’s a Great GuyTM

*breaking the fourth wall again: how do you put tm high up and small*

so anyways...that’s Billy. he’s not popular, not hated. he’s taking higher level classes, so he’s pretty well-known among that crowd but otherwise he’s not too well-known

Pietyr Renard

...another transfer, i think

sees Kat and goes ‘she needs help’

he’s like instantly popular and when he sees Kat, he decides to show what a Nice GuyTM he is and help her get more popular

yes, it’s cliche, I KNOW, but like he literally canonically does that soooooo

talks to her and then realizes that she’s actually really cute?? if not socially awkward and kinda frail?? 

I'm sorry but kat and pietyr are really fucking cute and I'm still pissed he shoved her into the breccia domain because BOY YOU SHOULD’VE FUCKING USED YOUR GODDAMN HEAD WHY CAN’T YA’LL BE HAPPY GODDAMNIT

Elizabeth

Mira sits next to her on her first day and is all “hi” and Elizabeth is instantly kinda star-struck like wow this beautiful girl is talking to me

...i don’t think she’s very popular tbh

also Elizabeth is gay and you can pry that head canon from my cold dead hands thanks

she helps run the gay student alliance because she’s a fricken hero

so basically Mirabella and Bree instantly befriend her

wow besties!!!

but seriously they’re kind of inseparable 

just kind of

poly ship poly ship poly ship...????????

something to consider...

okay so now for like actual plot lmfao

so basically everyone ends up with one class together. 

the teacher is like ‘good lord i get arsinoe jules and joseph for an entire year! what is life!’

the teacher friends are like ‘oh darn’

who the fuck is the teacher, you ask? well...it’s Rho. 

shhhh shhh its an au also Rho as a teacher would be pretty awesome

so anyways, first day of school comes around

i feel like it’s their senior year

BTW BTW Arsinoe Jules and Joseph miss Luke, who was in the year above them. he graduated duh

Luke is amazing but i don’t think he’s gonna be a big part of this AU

sorry Luke :(

they’re all put in Rho’s class, which is history

(Kat is a little miffed because she should be in a higher level BUT she got deathly ill and didn’t get the grade required to make it)

look I feel like Kat would throw herself into her studies

anyways...so Pietyr sees Kat and is like ‘well she’s pretty’

and he sits next to her

she’s also sitting in the front of the room and he respects that

so yeah he plops down next to her

Kat ignores him 

kat i love you

Mirabella and Bree sit near the back of the class. the middle-back

Elizabeth prefers sitting in that area so she just awkwardly sits down next to them

Mira: ‘hi i’m Mira, this is Bree, we just transferred here, you’re really pretty, what’s your name?’

Elizabeth: ‘...Elizabeth...hi...’ 

Bree: ‘hi!!!’ 

Billy comes in and sits behind Kat. says hi to her, kat says hi back, they chat just a little

Jules Arsinoe and Joseph come in together, just as the bell rings, and sit in the last row

there’s other people in this class i’m sure

they aren’t important 

So anyways they end up with group projects

look i’m a fucking cliche all on my own

so the groups: Billy & Arsinoe & Elizabeth, Joseph & Mira & Jules, Kat & Bree & Pietyr

well Joseph and Mira get along really well

Arsinoe is like ‘hmm Jules how come I think I see sexual-’

Jules: ARSINOE please stop 

Arsinoe: right right sorry Jules

Bree is like ‘for one thing Pietyr and Kat are really hot and I’d totally date both of them except I’m like 90% sure they’re already dating 

Kat denies it 

Pietyr just shrugs 

Bree just wants to not be a third wheel

Meanwhile, Elizabeth, Billy, and Arsinoe get along really well.

like, really well

Elizabeth says ‘yeah i kinda feel like a third wheel but they both make a conscious effort to include me you know’

ANYWHO they’re all getting along pretty well

so like homecoming is coming up!! 

because I'm american and i don't know what else goes on in foreign countries 

and i could research but homecoming is. kinda fun

fun fact: i HATE dances

stop breaking the fourth wall!!!!

so Elizabeth and Bree are like “ooh Mira do you wanna go with Joseph?” *insert lenny face here*

Mira is like “guys. stop i don’t want to go with Joseph stOP MAKING THAT FACE-” 

Elizabeth: oh look it’s Joseph! 

Mira: *whips head around* WHAT-very funny Elizabeth

Meanwhile, Arsinoe is subtly trying to drop hints to Joseph that Jules wants to go with him

she’s TERRIBLE at being subtle

Joseph is a dense fuck, so he still can’t pick up on the hints

Jules finally breaks and is like “Joseph go to homecoming with me” 

Joseph is like “sure” 

BUT then Mira is like “man i wish i had a date for homecoming” 

Joseph: well i was going with Jules, but maybe i can save a dance for you

*scrunches up face* mmmmm joseph no

Mira is disappointed but like. says sure, tells Joseph that he shouldn’t abandon Jules tho

LOOK mira just wants to be loved, she’s not a bad guy

anyways. so Kat is having a crisis because she really wants to go with Pietyr

But Pietyr’s...enemy Nicholas beats Pietyr to asking Kat 

and Kat is like oh dear someone is asking ME to homecoming 

read: she panics

and agrees

so then she mentions it to Pietyr

OH NO PIETYR IS LIKE, PISSED. 

he’s like ummm okay kat do whatever you want 

read: he’s upset 

boys are dumb

look Pietyr shoved her into the Breccia Domain there’s no way he’s, well. rational when he’s worked up. or rational when dealing with Kat. 

Kat is disappointed and thinks Pietyr doesn’t like her anymore 

so she chats with Billy about it 

Billy is like ummm I'm not really sure tbh

then Kat’s like, oh well, do you wanna go with anyone? 

Billy is like “...Arsinoe” 

Kat helps him ask

oh no but Arsinoe is a strong fierce independent woman she needs no man

THAT WAS NOT SARCASM BTW I SWEAR 

she says no 

Arsinoe bows for no one

rip billy

Billy’s like oh okay. i meant as friends but it’s chill

he’s sad 

very sad aww poor billy 

Arsinoe doesn’t regret anything though. of course not. 

soon HC rolls around 

Bree is like “Elizabeth are you going with anyone?” 

Elizabeth: nope i’m gay 

Bree: oh...uhh...okay...

Mira: cool cool thanks for trusting us, so wanna get ready together?

they’re great at getting ready together. they laugh and have fun and just. all in all a great time. 

Arsinoe tries to do Jules’ makeup.

emphasis on tries 

no seriously major RIP to Jules’ face. Jules ends up doing her own make up. her blush has been ruined. one of her eyeshadows is cracked. Jules is impressed with Arsinoe’s inability to do makeup. she ends up doing Arsinoe’s as well. 

Arsinoe put up with it. it made Jules happy. 

Kat gets Natalia to do her makeup. and her hair. Natalia secretly enjoys every minute of it. 

the boys also get ready. but separately. so yeah...

Nicholas picks Kat up like the gentleman he is 

Billy goes alone, aww poor baby

Joseph ends up taking both Jules and Arsinoe 

Pietyr almost doesn’t go but Kat asks if she’ll see him there, so. boy fucking launches himself to the bathroom to get changed and shit. he speeds to the school 

he’s got it bad 

Arsinoe and Billy end up ditching the dance. they leave like 30 minutes in and go to some dinky little diner together. 

basically they just laugh and ride around town until like 1:30 am and they realize that it’s late 

Nicholas monopolizes the fuck out of Kat.

Kat doesn’t realize it. 

She has a lot of fun 

Pietyr goes home pissed 

Kat doesn’t really think about him

if Billy had seen he would’ve been like “Kat Nicholas was like...glaring daggers at anyone who came close to you”

Joseph is cornered by Mira when Jules is in the bathroom. 

they dance 

and then dance again 

Jules ends up coming back and smiling at Mira tightly and being like “hey can I dance with Joseph now” 

Bree and Elizabeth just enjoy themselves

the night ends. 

Arsinoe and Billy are riding around on Arsinoe’s motorcycle. they’re going to a park

Kat and Nicholas seem to be okay...

Pietyr is pissed to hell and back

Bree and Elizabeth are happy 

Mira wishes she could’ve danced with Joseph more

Jules is kinda salty about Joseph

Joseph doesn’t know what to think

AND THIS HAS GOTTEN TOO LONG, I’M NOT MAKING ANYMORE...on this post. there might be more later. (there will definitely be more, i have some fic ideas now and more plans to run through). HAPPY THREE DARK CROWNS DAY EVERYONE. 

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It was all too fucking much. Jason didn’t know what was going on downstairs, all he knew was that his dad got pissed at his mom for some stupid shit, and now they’re screaming their throats out at each other. Pearl was down there too, crying and begging them to stop and Jason was just not having it tonight.

The last time he tried to get in the middle of it, he almost got a black eye for being a “wise ass”.

His chest started to hurt. His breathing got quick and heavy. His ocean blue eyes started to sting and he felt a headache coming on. Living in this damn house was physically making him sick.

Jason snatched some red and white gym shoes out of his closet and his jean jacket and pants. He threw on a t-shirt that was probably dirty. He grabbed his phone and ducked out of his room. His parents were so busy arguing that they didn’t notice him basically sprinting out of the door.

He walked. He had no clue where he was going but he had to get away from there. He knew that his parents weren’t bad people, just dysfunctional. His entire family was, including himself.

And there’s nothing wrong with being different from other families, but sometimes he just wished his dad wasn’t so strict and pushy. He wanted his dad to listen to what other people wanted instead of him being so damn selfish all the time.

Jason thought of going to the pit to take his anger out on the putties, but he was far too tired and he kinda didn’t want to get his ass kicked. He also didn’t want to answer to Alpha 5 or Zordon when they asked why he was there so late. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He glanced through the A’s and when he got to the B’s he stopped, spotting Billy’s name with a bunch of blue emojis next to it. He sighed.

After their sort of “date” at the pit last week, they’ve almost been inseparable. Some could argue that they were dating, but they never really put a label on it. They just hung out, kissed, and held hands sometimes.

Jason rolled his eyes at the thought with a smile. God he liked Billy so much. Maybe he would still be up? Billy does go to bed at around 10:00 every night and it was damn near 11. He pressed the call button, couldn’t hurt right?

It rung about seven times before Jason was about to hang up. Right when his thumb almost touched the end call button, the rings stopped and he heard a shuffling sound.

“Hello? Jason?” A groggy voice said.

“Billy? Hey… look I’m sorry I know it’s late and all…” Jason’s throat started to burn. Why the fuck was he getting so emotional all of a sudden? His dad told him to never cry. It’s just not what men do, but this was difficult as hell to explain. It even became painful to hold back his tears. “Listen, I… is there any room in your basement? Like is the sofa available? I was at home and my parents are fighting and I just can’t deal with it right now. If not it’s totally fine. I’m sorry for waking you.”

“No it’s okay Jason, please slow down. Of course you can come over. I’d ask my mom but she’s asleep right now, but I’m sure she’ll be fine with it. She likes you a lot!” Jason laughed with tears in his eyes. He rubbed his face. His throat still ached from the tears that threatened to spill and the short laugh only made it worse.

“Yes ok. Thanks Billy.”

“You’re welcome Jason. Please hurry. It’s really dark out and I want you to get here safe. I’ll be by the door.” Jason laughed once more. God forbid anything bad happen to him, he could protect himself given that he’s a ranger and all, but the fact that Billy knew that and still cared so much about his well being meant the world.

“Alright.” Click.

Jason sped off to reach Billy’s house. He ran as fast as he dared too with his heightened speed and agility. No one was really out because of how late it was, but he’d rather not risk being caught.

What once was a thirty minute bike ride became a ten minute jog away. Jason reached Billy’s door and knocked softly. It opened quickly after. Billy appeared and gave Jason a tired smile. Jason became racked with guilt as he stepped inside.

“I’m so sorry for waking you up. You must be exhausted Billy.”

“No it’s fine Jason!”, he replied as he closed the door, “I’m actually glad you’re here. I’m not really sleepy anymore.” Jason followed Billy to the basement. “Are you hungry? Are you tired? Do you want to play a videogame or something?” Jason was so mesmerized by all of Billy’s maps and pins on the wall to speak. He’s seen them before, but there was always something new to notice everyday. Billy poked him on the shoulder.

“Huh? Oh… no I’m ok…” Jason replied. He sat on the sofa and buried his head into his hands. Billy stayed standing awkwardly.

“Ok.” He was about to walk upstairs to grab some snacks when Jason grabbed his hand.

“Wait, Billy, can you just… sit next to me? Please?” Billy gave Jason a questioning look but complied. After he sat down Jason placed his head onto Billy’s shoulder.

“Can I ask you something?” Billy asked.

“Of course.”

“Why were your parents fighting?” Jason started to become aggravated, not with Billy, but because it was a simple question that he had no answer to.

“I honestly don’t know Billy. I don’t know anything anymore. They argue so much now that I never know what’s going on and it’s all my fault. I even have to fake that my leg is still messed up just so that he won’t force me to go back to football! Everyone is depending on me like the team and my dad and my teachers and Zordon and I can’t even think straight. I am so sick and tired of all of this pressure and I don’t even think I can do this anymore. How can I lead us when my whole life is a mess…?” Jason was so hurt and confused that he didn’t even realize the tears that streamed down his face. His blue eyes were dark and his chest was racked with small sobs. Billy clung to every word with intent. He sighed and turned away.

“Do you watch superhero movies?” Jason slowly looked at Billy.

“What?”

“Have you seen any superhero movies? Like superman? Spider-man?” Jason sighed.

“Yeah Billy…” Was he even listening?!

“You know how when the superhero is about to fight the villain? It’s usually the part where they’re about to die right? When they start to give up hope and where everything looks all wrong and bleak, like no matter what happens, the world is gonna end? You just sit there helpless and watch, praying that they get up and win like a superhero is supposed to? Just like when we were falling into the pit and we were gonna die… well… we didn’t. And neither did superman, or spider-man. Right now, everything looks wrong. It feels like everyone is against you when in reality, it’s the total opposite. You have Kimberly and Trini who will always stick up for you and fight for you. Zack can be a little mean sometimes, but I can’t say that he would never be there for me or you if we need him. And… you have me too. I can’t do much but it would do anything to make you feel better Jason.”

The room became silent. Jason’s face was still. Billy became worried but stayed quiet.

Jason grabbed Billy fiercely and wrapped his arms around him tightly. Jason had no clue what he needed to hear, but that was perfectly it, and the Billy-esque flare also made the advice helpful and enjoyable.

“Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re really hurting me.” Jason jumped back, forgetting his superhuman strength.

“Oh! Sorry…” Billy smiled and laughed.

“It’s ok. Can I kiss you on your cheek?” Jason smiled and wiped his tears away.

“Yes, please.” Billy placed a light kiss on Jason’s red and tear streaked cheek. Jason smiled and looked down.

“Thank you.” Jason murmured.

“Your welcome.” Billy stood up and picked up a cardboard box and brought it to the floor.

“What’s in the box?”

“You’ll see in a second!” Billy shuffled through the box and pulled out what was inside. Jason held back his laughter. He dropped the three movies on the table.

“So, do you want to watch Iron Man, Spider-man, or Superman?”

“Iron Man, definitely Iron Man.”