#I mean even Derry wasn't as fucked up

[yourmamakira]

BOYS GON SOFT

Henry Bowers

Henry develops a crush on a very sparky girl, and everyone can see how soft he's gone, but him.

Black!Fem Reader

Tw: mention of sexual assault,

Henry Bowers has always been aggressive & violent. And those who did get into his pants knew he's wasn’t there for, commitment or a meaningful relationship.

He's never cared about that stuff…Well never until he met you.

For weeks he told himself he didn't like you, over and over how could he fall for a loser like you.

But the day you accidentally bumped into Patrick hocksetter and he nearly murdered his best friend. He knew.

He knew he was in deep, deep, deep deepdeepdeep shit.

YOU! (first person)

I Knew I was a freak, a fucking loser. Nothing but a Pusey bag to fuck and a whore to look at. I mean I wouldn't be suprised. And I’m not.

I've been played more times then I have fingers. I've been bullied, degraded, Abused and sexually assaulted for as long as I've been in derry mein. And I've been here my whole life. I don’t really know why I’m treated like this. Maybe it’s because of my skin color, anyone here that’s not 100% Caucasian is considered a slur. Or maybe it’s the roomers Greta Keen Spread About me in the 5th grade, about how I shagged the whole Baseball-team.

Which is absurd for someone who was my age and not even the teachers believed me. And none of the players denied the claims, only making my hatred burn brighter.

It wasn't until Monday. June 2nd, when I was having the shitist day of my entire fucking life, that I realized how much of a fuck up I really was.

I had just gotten into an argument with my so called father about how much of a so called slut I was. When in reality the most I've done is kissed a guy. Not even that. My father had accused me of sneaking out and stealing his liquor, accusing me of getting pregnant and aborting the baby. Telling me I’m the reason my mother left…when in reality he’s the reason bc he’s a two face back stabbing man whore alcoholic fuck up father.

And on top of that, I had just started my period, so I was in immense pain. And on FUCKING TOP OF ALL THAT. I just HAD to be a cluz and bump into the Patrick Hocksetter. Derry's very own Psychic Most likely 98% murderer. But somthing weird happend.

I was left alive and defended by his best friend, Henry fucking bowers.

I don't know what was weirder.

The clown I saw that day, or Being defended by the Henry bowers. Either way. They both caught me off guard.

3rd person pov: Monday, 6.2.81

"Well FUCK YOU DAD"

The girl screamed at her self proclaimed Father. But she liked to call him a wannabe dad behind his back.

"Just fucking wait till you get ho–"

She didn't even let him finish his sentence, she cut him off with the car door, slamming it in his face, gripping her backpack straps closer to her shoulder as she made her way into the school clutching her aching stomach.

She would deal with her father later.

She was not in the mood, she was more bitchy then usual today and on top of her bitch ass father she had to deal with. She had to deal with her period, which caused loads of unnecessary stress and pain.

She walked into the school, avoiding the sweaty teens and horny boys cat calling her everywhere she went. Curse that stupid fucking roomer.

She scoffed as she took out her walkmen she got a few Christmases back and pulled the headphones over her head. She looked down at her walkmen re winding the tape finding her favorite stress relapsing song. Her head stayed down for a few seconds. That was her first mistake.

The song didn't even play for 10 seconds before her headphones were knocked off her head and she was knocked to the floor.

She groned and looked up about to go off but stopped out of fear as she was faced with the back of the Patrick HOCKSTETTER.

His back was slumped and his knives that he always carried around was a skew on the floor.

She scooted back scrambling to her feet as quickly as possible.

She was about to start apologizing when she was Grabbed harshly by the neck. The gasps around them went unnoticed by the captured Girl. His grip grew tighter as he raised his head.

She griped the wrists that held onto her attempting to pull them off.

She raised her head to face Patrick’s seething one, right in-front of hers. His hot breath came in contact with her nostrils and she tried hard not to gag at his horrid breath and his stench taking over her face.

"You got a death wish, Slut?" He spat out lowly, so only she could hear.

She out of pure fear and stun didn't anwser him. Second mistake.

She was like a deer caught in headlights, to afraid to move or speak. She would've snapped back with something snarky, but as much as she hated her life. This was one of the worse ways to die.

He shook the girl, hitting her head on the wall once more. She let out a loud grone. That was definitely going to hurt later.

"Anwser me Whore!" He spoke loudly catching the attention of the other kids in the hall way who stared out of fear FOR the small girl he had got this time.

When she didn't anwser he got upset. He cocked his fist back and started for her face. She clenched her eyes shut and flinched back making an attempt to protect herself. But it was useless.

‘ Patrick hocksetter was going to beat me to death.’ She prepared for the hurt but it never came.

She kept her eyes closed as she was relased and placed gently back on her feet.

She slowly opened her eyes to find Patrick at knife point by his best friend, Henry Bowers.

Through her loud and fidget breaths she couldn't pick up any words they exchanged, all she could hear was the ending of his sentence.

"–ch her again, and You're Dead."

She was stunned.

‘ was he talking about me ? He couldn't be. Of course he was talking about me stupid ! ‘

Henry dropped his best friend and threw the knife to the ground with a huff, he spun around glaring at everyone and anything, they all restored back to what they were doing before, not wanting to risk getting beat to death by bowers.

The girl stayed in her spot, stunned at what just happened. Her life was just saved…by Him?..

She hadn’t noticed he was right in-front of her until he spoke.

“Hey? You okay Doll?”

She snapped out of her trance and gulped fearfully, she quickly spoke up not wanting to anger him. She was in too much of a daze to be in her sparky attitude. She was all together still stunned, her Sas had been put on pause

“Oh Yes..Yes I am..” speaking to him was…much more easier then she imagined..he’s more calm and he’s actually speaking to her without calling her any sorts of derogatory remarks.

He smiled a little bit and Her heart did a back flip. She stared at his smile and couldn’t help but smile back.

He moved closer and out of instinct her smile vanished and she moved backwards. Could he blame her.

His face dropped and she thought she has angered him. She shook in her spot as she let out a shaky sigh. She moved closer to him and stood infront of him.

“I’m sorry if I upset you, I…I just don’t like…I don’t like being close to anyone. Not just you. It’s a social thing…”

She explained carefully. She wasn’t lying to him, and he knew that too. She hated being close to people. She hated contact with anyone and she preferred being 6 feet at all times.

He had no idea why she was being so considerate today, usually when he would hear her and see she was yelling, screaming and beating people up and being her sparky self…maybe she was sick.

He smiled again and chuckled. “It’s alright princess, you ain’t hurt my feelings. I ain’t a sissy.”

Now it was her turn to smirk, “huh, I would’ve never guessed”

‘ there she is ‘ he thought with a grin.

He laughed and got up close to her, this time she didn’t move. He leaned down to her face and smirked, he pushed her a bit and she stumbled back with a laugh.

That very laugh made Henry Stop in his tracks to just admire. Stop to admire. Just stop. To admire Her.

Something he has never in his life ever done before. He had no idea what this feeling was, but in a way he despised it, he hated it with a burning ember. But In another way it was like a drug, an addiction he didn’t want to get rid of, a bug that sound like a fly but looks nothing less then a butterfly.

He scoffed before walking away.

“Hey!” She called after him.

But he didn’t stop to respond, he just held up the bird and went on, still with that giddy Smirk on his face.

She smiled with a laugh and turned around to pick up her walk men. She put it on and switched on her music.

She strutted down the hall way, unaware she had just gained protection from the biggest storm in Derry.

#henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #it 2017 #IT #it au #bowers gang

[nexus-my-beloved]

This isn't my usual content but I recently (four days ago) decided to read the actual book for IT so here's a couple of headcanons (specifically centred around 1990 IT, but I'll specify which years just in case):

-1990 Eddie likely had severe anxiety around showers and baths after the time he saw Pennywise in the gym locker room showers. He probably always had a fear of the clown stretching open the drain again and reaching to grab him and drag him into the sewers. Eddie is afraid of disease and germs, though, conditioned to it, so he still took showers and baths- but he probably scrubbed hard enough to make his skin red and raw and he did it fast before rushing out, always racing against an invisible clock that when the timer was up Pennywise would grab him. This fear probably carried over to adulthood, even when he forgot about Derry, and he likely got better with it but probably still was afraid for some unknown reason- he probably took ten minute showers, fifteen at most.

-1990 Reddie headcanon: when they were kids, Richie probably had a small crush on Eddie, but he likely had more feelings for Stanley (1990 Stozier truther here but also universal Reddie enjoyer). When they were adults, though, Richie probably grew out of his feelings for Stanley and I like to think he had more feelings for Eddie that resurfaced the moment he saw him. Eddie probably liked Richie a lot when they were adults, but probably wasn't very big on him when they were kids.

-1990 Stenbrough headcanon: for years after Derry, Bill probably would say random bird species when he was anxious. He wouldn't remember who this was from or realize it was from one of his best friends until he got back to Derry, and that friend was dead. Bill likely held on hope that Stan would come, and probably felt his heart bleed a bit when he realized Stan had killed himself. He never got to fess up to the little crush he used to have.

-2019 Reddie headcanon: based on the fact that Eddie yelled "I knew it! I fucking knew it!" when they were leaving the restaurant after Richie admitted to not writing his own material, I like to think that Eddie probably watched this comedian he recognized but didn't know from where on TV and swore up and down the material was scripted from someone other than him. He didn't recognize the Tozier standup guy until he got the phone call from Mike and realized it was Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier from when he was a kid. Eddie probably kept tabs and watched Richie for years without ever realizing that used to be his best friend.

-2017 Bill Denbrough headcanon: I like to think that Bill particularly stuttered on s-words. Which means he probably stuttered like hell whenever he'd have to say Stan/Stanley sometimes. Imagine how he'd have to use nicknames instead, silly or not, and how much more important it'd be when he said just Stanley, even if it was hard.

-All Media Bill Denbrough: there's no way he could've looked at paper boats without feeling like crying. Even as an adult he probably couldn't explain it. He'd just cry.

I probably have more but I think this is a big enough post for tonight. Have these I found on Pinterest!

The sillies <3

Bowers Gang Slander but it gets progressively worse/better (depends how you see it)

Abso-fuckin-lutely it is them. I can imagine little 2017 Eddie running after Finn Wolfhard Richie with inhaler in hand and trying to keep up while Richie laughs his ass off and promptly smacks his face into an open locker and eats shit

Twink Eddie <3

In all fairness though I love adult 1990 Eddie. He looks like the embodiment of if kindness were a human being and he just makes me so happy I would hug this man and love him forever I want to keep him in my pocket

#it 1990 #it 2017 #it 2019 #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #stanley uris #bill denbrough #headcanons #it stephen king #not my usual content #i just have been on an IT kick lately

[strangesickness]

so i maybe perhaps made an AU for an AU and started writing it as if i don't already have five thousand fan-fictions on the go.

ANYWAYS more losers swimming AU but this time it is slightly different (this is mostly eddie lol)

the losers minus eddie are all part of the derry bluefin aquatics club (DBAC, pronounced D-back) , whereas eddie is part of the bangor aquajets (BAJ, pronounced badge).

they all still live in derry and eddie is still best friends with all of them, but sonia makes him swim with BAJ because she thinks the derry activity centre is too dirty and she also hates coach black (who coaches at DBAC when he's not at school).

eddie and the rest of the losers have taken to calling eddie's coach (coach martin) "coach asshole" because of how frequently eddie calls him an asshole

coach martin is a pretty shit coach all around, he doesn't actually provide much feedback or skillwork during practice and he doesn't get his athletes splits (the time it takes to do the laps within the race, so if you're doing a 100m you'd have 2 splits, the time it took to get from 0m to 50m and the time it took to get from 50m to 100m. this language isn't exclusive to swimming but i figured i'd explain it in case anyone didn't know what it meant)

he also has almost entirely stopped signing eddie up for longer races, breaststroke races, and butterfly races even though eddie's three best races are 200 fly, 200br and 400IM, because sonia told him eddie couldn't swim long distances because of his asthma, and he wasn't allowed to swim breaststroke because it would fuck up his knees and fly would fuck up his shoulders.

eddie is as a result, stuck doing the 100 back which he is. SHIT at. like yeah it's fine to branch out and swim a race he's bad at every once in a while, but he knows he can make provincials (idk if thats what it's called in the USA) if he just gets the chance to swim the 400IM, but he's been swimming the 100back and 50free at every race for the past five meets with a 400IM nowhere in sight...

he makes the other losers get his splits for him since coach martin isn't going to do it. he greatly enjoys walking over to the DBAC bleachers and shoving his stopwatch and notebook into richie's hands lol (also he owns a stopwatch that he brings to meets with him and he's always spamming the counter button before races)

he sees richie at school and after school every day but he freaks the hell out whenever he sees him at meets because like.... he didn't think his shoulders were that big... like what the hell?

since he isn't swimming the 400IM and 200fly usually anymore, he gets to sit and watch richie swim them which is literally the only upside to the situation

he is extremely normal about watching richie do his behind the blocks warm-up. richie will always catch him staring but instead of it being weird richie will just start over-doing his warm-up to make eddie laugh, he's like swinging his arms like crazy and eddie's trying to yell at him across the pool because he's a dumbass and he's going to hurt his shoulders

he's just generally soooo normal about it whenever he sees richie at meets tbh... despite not swimming with him he could pick richie's stroke out during meet warm-up (theres like. well over 30 people in one lane during meet warm up. it's extremely chaotic. someone almost drowned me when i was like nine lol. eddie definitely had the same experience)

he always sets his stuff up in the DBAC bleachers and coach black has just accepted him as one of his own lol

he convinces sonia to let him switch to DBAC for his 11th and 12th years of high school similarly to how he convinces her to let him keep seeing his friends in the book

he spent so much time with DBAC at meets that he is absorbed into the team immediately

he makes prov in 400IM, 200fl, and 200br like he said he would if coach martin just gave him the chance

which means!!! travel meet!!

theres an odd number of girls on the team so coach black lets bev share a room with the other losers

they spend most of their evenings in one of their rooms playing all the weird card/board games ben and bill brought. it is very loud. they are the annoying team at the hotel lol

on sunday they're at finals until like 8pm because richie and eddie are both in the 400IM and ben is in the 1500fr, since it's the last day they get to run off and they find a barcade but they're underage so there's like nothing they can drink there but they eat basically all the food the place has, they then play ddr on aching legs which results in a dance battle between bev and richie

they then proceed to go get massive ice cream cones at a nearby ice cream place. richie for the first time in his entire life understands what "ate too much" means

they try to sing camp songs on the bus ride home but everyone's voices are dead for the next week from all the cheering they were doing.

#i love them your honor #kelso's losers swimming AU post number ????? #i will not stop talking about them... #it stephen king #it 2019 #posts afflicted with a strange sickness #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it 2017 #it chapter 2 #reddie

[alice-blogs-things]

Thinking about the final scene of the special again, but specifically in comparison to the end of the very first episode. Because that also ended with the five mains, Mary, Sarah, Gerry, Joe, Anna, Dierdre and one of Clare's parents all gathered in one place for one purpose, too.

But, in the first episode, nobody wanted to be there. They were there because the gang fucked up their detention so badly they looked guilty of killing someone. And now, they're there by choice, making one of the most important political decisions they may ever face. Before, the gang were children to be dealt with and talked over and blamed. Now, they're young adults, their voices heard, their right to speak up finally being taken seriously.

And none of them are the same, either. Erin isn't a brash, showy kid desperate to grow up, frantically writing down everything, however inane, frantically chasing boys who don't care about her. She's a young woman who, after saying one of her most profound speeches, says she'll maybe write it down, who's found someone willing to take his time, who'll challenge her to improve without compelling her to change.

James isn't that confused fish out of water that stepped off the bus, reeling from being dropped into Derry by his mother. He's grown more confident, learned to take things in stride, and grown secure enough in the Irish side of his identity that he feels like he can vote in the Referendum, like he's not just the wee English fella anymore, and he's allowed a say in what happens to the place he calls home.

Clare's no longer the anxious, closeted girl who doesn't want to be an individual on her own. She's out and proud, and, as it turns out, every bit as capable of causing mischief as any of the others under the right circumstances.

And that's not even getting to the adults. Mary's not an overworked stay at home mother anymore, she's a student pursuing an exciting new academic journey. Gerry's become more assertive, especially with Joe. Joe has watched his granddaughters grow, and has proven he's as dedicated to their happiness as he is to that of his daughters time and again, and has shown that for all he's an old man, he's no less open to ideas and accepting of others (just maybe not Gerry, but that seems almost out of habit at this point).

We know now that Dierdre isn't just Michelle's mum- she's the former punk that Michelle got her wild streak from, sure, but she's also the mother of one of the prisoners facing release if the nation votes yes. She's got more skin in this game than most of the other adults we see voting, with far more to consider in this scene than just how best to tell her nephew his mother's ran off without him. And, of course, the biggest change to the adults present in this scene- Geraldine is here instead of Sean. This is another moment he wasn't here to see, to be part of.

And I feel like I can’t make a post about the changes from the start of the show to the end, without mentioning wee Anna. When the show started, she was a baby, being carried around by Joe and her parents. And now she's a little girl, standing on her own two feet, walking into the future. She's gonna grow up to be one of the weans for whom the Troubles will be nothing but a ghost story, and that starts here, in the final scene of the special, with her granda excitedly showing her a piece of paper she's too little to fully understand the meaning of, covered in words she can't even read, but that are gonna make it so the stories her big sister and her parents and the rest of her family tell will be just that, stories.

They've all come such a long way from that first episode, and it makes me emotional.

#derry girls #derry girls series 3 #erin quinn #james maguire #clare devlin #mary quinn #gerry quinn #joe mccool #deirdre mallon #michelle mallon #geraldine devlin #sean devlin #anna quinn

[kaysters247]

Deadly Inferno {A Patrick Hockstetter Fic}

Part 8 - You and I

Word Count: 1310

Warning: Smut. Not saying it’s good because I don’t usually write it. But I did my best. Lol.

I practically flew home on my my bike in anticipation for the nights ventures with Patrick, a massive smile on my lips from the mere thought of it all. He had promised a night of lust, pain, excitement. And I wasn't about to miss it. Night time was quickly approaching in Derry and that's when the curfew kicked in, one my dad highly enforced. If we weren't in by the time curfew came around, it would be our asses for sure. And I wasn't about to take that risk.

"Where you been all day girl?" I stopped dead in my tracks from dads slurred words in his usual chair, the light from the tv illuminating the room. He'd already gotten five bottles in and wasn't about to be a real problem. At least not right now anyhow.

"Out with Beverly dad. Just spent time swimming and stuff." I practically ran up the stairs from his usual scoff of knowing, knowing I was bullshitting, but too drunk to care. And so drunk that he'll forget ever asking me. I was running so fast that I ran right smack dab into Vic coming out of the bathroom and heading to the stairs himself, my eyes averting to his flustered face. He seemed nervous to even be standing in front of me right now.

"Come on Vic. We can't keep doing this. You're my best friend. Patrick will have to understand that." He looked at me for a brief moment, before suddenly bolting down the stairs like his life depended on it, leaving me in utter annoyance. Great. Vic won't even talk to me anymore. Honestly, I was still miffed about what they did to Ben. I knew it was mostly Henry. But Vic of course wasn't objecting all that much to it out of fear.

"Lost a boy toy sis?" I practically punched Henry in the arm once he came walking by with a humored laugh leaving his lips.

"Can it Hen. I'm still pissed at you anyway." He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to look me dead in the eyes with such a scowl on his lips. He was always sick of me messing with his fun times.

"You're nothing but a damn buzzkill Leslie. Fuck, I don't get how you have such a whore reputation when you act like fun is nothing but girly shit. All I know is that you need to stop screwing my friends." I wanted so badly to haul off and hit him, but I simply went to my room and placed a chair under the doorknob so no one could suddenly enter unannounced. Locks weren't aloud in this house, except for the bathroom of course.

"Guess Bub got under your skin huh?" I jumped a little in surprise from Patrick sitting in his usual spot on my bed, his shirt already off and his shoes discarded across the room. And his usual unnerving smirk on his hauntingly handsome face. He rose from the bed in such a stride I had no time to react before he was on me, dragging me to the bed and practically throwing me down on it, looming over me in such a menacing way.

"You know, he's got a point Princess. I mean you really don't listen do you? I told you what would happen if you interfered with anything we do...." He started to rip my clothes from my body, not caring if any questions were asked about my shredded clothes, not letting me speak what so ever. He was so lustful his eyes were practically black at this point. Patrick was lost in the darkness and he wasn't coming back anytime soon.

"And I swear if you even attempt to scream during anything I do, it'll be worse for you. So don't." His zippo was suddenly out of his pocket against my now exposed stomach, the flame trailing from my bra line all the way down my stomach to my underwear. I bit down onto my lip so harshly with my toes curled that I could taste the blood trickling down my throat. He grabbed his shirt long discarded and tied my hands together with it to the best of his ability, his hard on so obvious that it was making me completely drenched. And he knew it.

"I always knew you were it for me Les. You can handle pain. And that turns me the fuck on to the extreme. You feel pain without flinching...." He had my bra ripped off and underwear pulled down my legs so quickly that I barely registered it, watching as he took his pants and boxers off. his dick springing up so fast. I was so turned on that I could barely breathe at this point from my thoughts.

"Patrick please.... Just fuck me already!" He suddenly slapped me across the face, igniting a moan from my lips that honestly shouldn't have happened. But shit if I wasn't a mess right now. He was simply smirking, enjoying causing me pain. But I could see the want in his eyes. He was losing it himself. With one swift motion, he entered me and just went for it, pounding in and out with his hand coming to rest around my neck, knowing I wouldn't scream like that. His movements became so sloppy, but so powerful all at the same time. I always felt like I was being torn apart from how fast he went, how deep he got. With his movements never wavering, he leaned down and started biting my neck so harshly, my mind whirling with so many emotions. Our bodies rubbed together like they were meant to be there the entire time.

"Just because you saved my life, it doesn't mean I owe you anything. So don't act like it! But you're mine Leslie.... So you better start acting like it..." He suddenly leaned back up and went faster and faster, moans escaping my lips. We finally came together, our labored breathing the only thing I could hear in the moment. The slight breeze from my open window a nice soothing touch on my sensitive skin, I could still feel Patrick in me, even when he pulled out.

"I do Pat... I don't fuck anyone else." He simply looked at me, before lighting a candle on my nightstand that he must have brought, letting it melt a little before leaving little drops of melted wax on my tits, my stomach, anywhere he felt like, he left trails of it. I closed my eyes in utter bliss from the mere sensations coursing through my body.

"Not even those losers? Because you sure like to stand up for them." He suddenly put the flame from the wick to my stomach, leaving it in one spot to slowly start to burn, a yelp leaving my lips before he slapped a hand down over my mouth, his demented eyes searching mine in absolute pleasure.

"You're absolutely beautiful Leslie. A beautiful little fuck toy that no one else can touch. You drive me insane. And I don't plan on letting you go... so don't think about it." He finally untied my hands, putting his shirt back on along with his pants, blowing out the candle and placing back on my nightstand for next time. He could have honestly killed me for what I did, helping Ben and all. But he enjoyed the cat and mouse game, just as he said. He doesn't want me dead. He wants me to play with. To hurt. Do anything he pleases. This summer was only getting started.

#owen teague #patrick hockstetter #it #horror #bowers gang #henry bowers #victor criss #belch huggins #it 2017 #beverly marsh

[aimforthecat]

oh reddie snowed in car wreck vent WIP, by beloved

i’ll finish you one day, i swear…

He scooped his phone up and looked through the missed texts and calls from his parents and the other Losers heading back to Derry. He scrolled to his moms contact, called Mother Magitha, and hit 'call'. When he put his phone to his ear, he was shocked to hear the call connecting and not the dial tone he was expecting.

He glanced over to Eddie, "It's ringing!" He said and raised his eyebrows in excitement and fear. The phone rang a few times, not surprising since it was well passed 1 am, before the groggy voice of Mrs. Maggie Tozier came through loud and clear.

"You better be dead or pregnant," Maggie grumbled down the line, causing Richie to choke out a laugh.

"Well, since I'm calling you, I'm gonna have to say those are both impossible." Richie chuckled, panic already easing at the sound of his mothers voice.

"Richie! I thought you were your sister!" Maggie gasped, the sound of sheets rustling was heard over the line," Are you alright? Is Eddie?" She sounded a bit out of breath now.

"Yes, Ma, we're fine," Richie sighed, "we just kind of..slid into a snow drift and now the car is completely buried in snow and we're stuck in it." Richie breathed out in a rush.

"Richard! That is not okay. Are you both hurt at all?" He could hear her footsteps on the creaky stairs and the sound of his dads voice in the background, "Richie!"

"We're fine! We're fine, Ma! I slowed us down enough that we didn't even get whiplash or anything," Richie laughed out.

"We'll let a doctor decide that, and are you sure Eddie's okay? Let me talk to him," Maggie's voice was dripping with concern, but Richie still rolled his eyes and he put the phone on speaker and held it between them,

"you're on speaker Ma."

"Eddie, hon, are you okay?" Maggie's tinny voice rang loud in the snow blanketed car.

"Yes ma'am, we're both perfectly fine," Eddie said with a small smirk to Richie, he always loved how Richie's mother was concerned in a normal, motherly, non overbearing way.

"Well you boys just sit tight, we're coming for ya once we get a tow, she paused and they could hear fabric rustling, most likely her coat being put on, "do you know where you are?"

"We'd just passed the Visitor Center in Kittery, I think we're on..." Richie trailed off, trying to remember the signs he'd passed, "Cutts Rd?"

Maggie sighed, "Alright well you're still about 3 hours out then, so stay warm, keep your hazards on, and for the life of me don't let your phone die!" Maggie listed with increasing volume.

Richie and Eddie huffed out a laugh and agreed before ending the phone call.

They sat in the stark silence of the car afterwards, every noise muffled and dampened from the feet of snow covering them. Richie reached out and pressed the hazards button on his dash, causing the

'click..click..click" of his lights to break the silence, and the yellow lights flashing, giving them more visibility.

"Fuck.." Eddie sighed, "three hours to kill, huh?" He tilted his head against his head rest, looking at Richie who did the same. A sleazy smirk crossed Richie's face and Eddie knew whatever he said, it wasn't gonna be good.

"Whatever will we do to pass the time, oh Eds my Spagheds, whatever shall we do," he trailed off and tapped his chin in faux thought, adjusted his glasses, and then shot up again, "I know! Let's make out!"

Eddie knew it was coming, it always was. Ever since the first party they went to freshman year, where Eddie got way too drunk and said a lot of shit he didn't mean to, one of which was hanging off of Richie and moaning about how much he wants to kiss with him.

It was true. Still is, now at the end of their sophomore year. But of course, Richie being Richie, just took it as one more tool in his 'Fucking With Eddie Kit and brought it up as much as possible. So yeah, Eddie was expecting it, and he knew how he had to respond.

"Beep beep, asshole," he bit out and rolled his eyes,

"like I want your trashmouth anywhere near me.

"See, but I have it on good authority that you want the opposite of that," Richie said with that same stupid sexy smirk as he leaned over the center console and into Eddie space, "you want to kiss me," he said in a sing-song voice.

#ren writes #fics fics wonderful fics #wip #reddie #going back to do the italics killed me a bit #also i love writing maggie and eddie… they’re so special to me #hahaha this def isn’t inspired by an actual wreck i was in what??

[derry-dyke]

"This kills monsters, if you believe it does."

Eddie had been scared since he'd arrived in Derry. But in this moment, He'd felt stronger, more courageous than he ever had before. For the first time in a long time, Edward Kaspbrak felt brave. Realizing now that bravery did not mean the absence of fear. It wasn't that he was unafraid, He very much was. It was his ability to act even with fear he was tormented with. Perhaps he'd always been braver than everyone had credited him for. Everyone except for Richie, who'd just told him so. And now there was something to fear more than he feared Pennywise;

Losing Richie.

Relief washed over him as he watched Pennywise crumble, and his eyes followed Richie's body as he fell from where he was floating mid-air.

After a brief moment of disbelief, Eddie was absolutely elated. Beaming with pride and relief, leaning over Richie. He was going to be so proud of him. Eddie smiled when Richie's dazed eyes opened and met his. Richie was okay. Richie was okay and Eddie had saved him. Pennywise was dead. They could go home now, and they wouldn't have to lose each other this time. Not ever again. One hand rose to cup Richie's cheek, trying to meet his disoriented gaze. The other hand landed on his shoulder.

"Richie! Wake up, Buddy! Yeah, There he is! Richie! Listen! I think I got it, man! I think I killed it! I did it! I think I killed it for re-"

Eddie was wrong. ⠀

There was so much pain, so suddenly. He'd been wrong, so wrong. He hadn't killed It. Eddie looked down at his torso, and at the foreign object protruding from it. It had gotten him. He shifted his gaze to Richie, who looked horrified, covered in Eddie's blood.

"Rich.. Richie..." He tried to speak, his words were garbled, blood pouring from between his lips.

Suddenly the warmth of Richie's body was torn from him, or rather his own from Richie. He was airborne. Skewered on the end of a giant claw as he was waved around like a ragdoll. Pennywise was using his body to taunt his friends. He'd hit the ground, tumbling. He dreaded all the dirt and god knows what else getting into his wound before he realized it probably didn't matter anymore at that point. Eddie was going to die down here. In the dirtiest place, a place he hated the most.

Part of him wanted to scream, but he couldn't if he tried. His lungs would not fill with air. He wanted to cry. Beg his friends to do something, to save him. Beg them not to leave him alone down here in the place he feared most of all.

But as he felt the liquid warmth spill out from his middle, He slowly accepted his fate. He tried to speak while he felt like he was drowning in his own blood, talking about the leper, making him small and weak. He'd realized then that he himself was not weak. He'd never been weak. All of that stuff before that Richie had told him? He was right.

Edward Kaspbrak was brave. Edward Kaspbrak died protecting Richie. He almost smiled at the thought.

He felt hands on him, holding him. Heard pure panic in his friends' voices. Particularly Richie's. If this was it, if this was the last chance he'd ever get, He wanted to tell Richie now. It was time to be brave one last time.

"Richie-- I.. I need to tell you something.."

He felt shaky hands settle on his face, and distantly, He heard Richie ask him what it was he needed to say. But Eddie was already drifting. Already seeing a glimpse into his heaven.

Behind his closed eyelids, Eddie saw wooden posts, a horse hitch. He could smell the aroma of cigarette smoke, a smell he'd always hated, but had grown to smell like home. Like the Losers. He felt warm, snug against someone else, Lanky legs pressing into his own uncomfortably. Felt the movement of a hammock swaying them both. The sound of boisterous laughter overlapped with the distant screams of his friends, shouting at the clown.

"I fucked your mom!" A young voice called in his vision of the distant memory. A moment ago he'd felt so cold between the dark, wet cistern and the blood loss. Now? He felt the warmth he'd only ever known from summer vacations, a nice day in the middle of July.

Eddie smiled at the memory, dazed eyes opening to see Richie, who was still waiting for Eddie to carry on with what he had to say. Eddie smiled fondly. "I fucked your mom."

He tried to laugh, but it hurt. He closed his eyes again, trying to stay in that moment. Trying to stay there, young and safe, snug beside his best friend and childhood crush, basking in the warmth, with no hole in his chest.

It got darker.

and darker.

The cold cave felt farther and farther away from him. Feeling warmer, more comfortable. Like he could fall asleep right there in that hammock. The sound of his friends grew distant. He could hear his own name being called. Hearing Richie cry out for him, dissolving into sobs and other broken noises he'd never heard the other make.

Why was Richie crying?

"Richie--" He sat up quick, jostling the hammock. Hands tentatively reaching to comfort his friend. His concerned gaze met Richie's unbothered one, peering from over a comic book.

"You okay, Eds?"

"I..." He looked around. Hardly remembering what he'd been so shaken about a moment ago.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry." He settled back down.

"Don't sweat it, Spaghetti. You weren't having one of those spicy dreams, were you? Oh~ and you said my name!"

"Shut the fuck up, asshole."

"Hey, It's okay! I'm flattered. Happens to Mrs. K. all the time-- Ow!"

"Ew, Richie! Take that back!" Eddie's socked foot kicked Richie's comic book out of his hands as the two dissolved into laughter.

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #writing #angst #major character death #amanda's writing

[blue-flamed-phoenix]

Chapter 1 - Where there is death there is rebirth - Patrick Hockstetter Fanfic

"Yeah I know right, like why the fuck are boys always so unobservant." Ashley groaned with a bratty attitude as she walked along the side walk with her friend Bella by her side. The two girls were currently gossiping about Derry High's latest proclaimed douche bags. "And what about Noah huh? I'm tellin' you Ashy, you should dump his ass, he obviously doesn't give a shit about you." Bella stated as they turned down a street the lamposts illuminating the dark depths of the street. 

Now your probably thinking why the hell are they walking around town at night time. 

Well, let's see, it's like in horror movies, the dumb college kids decide to walk out of the house even though they know there is obviously someone outside. This was almost like that except, well, there is no madman or scary figure trying to chase and kill them. No, instead tonight would mark the night of a terrible accident and almost a tragedy. Or perhaps it might've just been a gift from the heavens...or hell.

"Yeah, probably will, he's been getting on my nerves lately, I mean would it kill him to take me out on a date just every once in a while." Ashley said as she spun around turning her back to the road, as she began to walk backwards as she spoke to her friend.

"That's my girl, Oh my gosh my Ashy's growing up." She said with fake despair and Ashley laughed. "God I can't wait for this semester to be over" Ashley said changing the subject after a second. "Yeah me too, the assignments are just kicking my ass at the moment." Bella stated as the two girls had bright smiles on their faces as they walked. Then silence broke out between them before Ashley's smile disappeared. "Hey, uh Bella I um just wanted to say that your a really good friend. Any guy would be a fool to let you go." Ashley said as she kept walking backwards completely unaware that she was nearing the side of the road.  

"Yeah, you are too Ashley" Bella said as they walked towards a curb completely unaware of the car that was speeding down the road at all. "Well on the agenda tonight, let's see, romantic movies, popcorn and let's not forget all the freakin candy in the world" Ashley said listing out what they were planning to do when they got to Ashley's house. But little did they know this night would take a drastic turn for the worst. "Oh yeah! now that's what I'm talkin' about" Bella said excitedly as they sped up there pace a little. "Come on, ya gotta keep up ya slow poke" Ashley said as she sped up whilst still walking backwards.

As Ashley nears the curb Bella suddenly picks up on the roaring sound of an engine and looks down the road to see a speeding car heading their way. "Wait! Ashley! Stop!" Bella yelled out but Ashley instead just dismissed it and smiled. "nuh uh, I am not falling for that. I'm going to get there first." Ashley teased as she kept going. "No! Stop!!! Ashley look out!" Bella screamed but it was too late. Ashley slipped and fell backwards onto the road just as the car get to the curb. 

Then everything seems to happen in a slow motion. 

Bella screams loudly in horror as she watched the car hit Ashley and send her friend flying further down the road. The driver in the car of course, screeched to a halt upon seeing Ashley but it was too late. The car had hit her and the damage was now done. And there Ashley's body lay, a few ways down the road, bloodied and quite possibly...broken. 

"ASHLEY!" Bella screamed as tears ran down her face whilst she sprinted towards her friend who lay on her side in the middle of the road, bleeding profusely from a large head wound. The driver of the car came rushing out of their car and towards the two girls. 

Bella dropped to her knees as she pulled Ashley into her arms. "No, No, No Ashley No! Wake up! Please wake up!" Bella whimpered as she held her friend in her arms. Once it came to bella that Ashley wasn't waking up she began to panic. "Help! Somebody help please! Help!" Bella screamed at the top of her lungs urgently as blood continued to gush from Ashley's head.

"Oh my god, hold on I'll radio for help!" The driver spoke as he sprinted back to his car. "No, no, no please god, please don't let her die please." Bella begged as she looked down at her friend sobbing. "Your gonna be ok Ashley! hang in there" Bella said as the sound of distant sirens suddenly took away the tragic silence of a tragic accident, one that would change Ashley's entire life forever. 

But as Bella sat there, cradling Ashley in her arms, up in the night sky above them was a shooting star. 

Now of course a shooting star can mean many things like finding new love or hope or great fortune. But also a shooting star is a sign of a new beginning, a sign of a new life being created. Some might call it a miracle, others might call it a message from satan himself but for Ashley Sullivan, this might just be a gift from the gods above.

#IT #fanfiction #wattpad #pennywise #patrick hockstetter #patrick hocksetter x reader #henry bowers #bowers gang #victor criss #belch huggins #fanfic #it fanfiction #ao3 writer #wattpad writer

[wizdomtooth]

i think i could make something of this. twice before i have specifically said that i've started to see signs and whatever and make them my own; so whilst we're here talking about twos and whatnot... and because i just really don't think i should go on thursday... daniel did say that lucy was due on her period this week, and honestly i pretty much should be too... "but not every day is revolutionary" and thursday, the thirteenth... Thursday and thirteenth. but i've looked it up before; but i don't feel like i've said anything substantial about it... "[...]  year from the 13th to the 15th of October. It is dedicated to wishing for a good harvest." the thirteenth to the fifteenth of october. of this month. that's three days. basically the days when these clubs are open the most and whatnot. so say i take a pregnancy test on thursday. say, instead of going. that timeframe between it starting and between meeting up with dolan to go in etc. that leaves three other times steve came in me. and three times he came in me before the last one; before he mentioned the whole birth control thing, then fucked me again a few minutes or so later. like that above three days... and it being dolan - or just a 'dolan' still makes sense. for all the meanings... "Dolan is a common name in Ireland and around the world. It comes from the ancient Gaelic word Dobhailen, which meant stubborn." watching the final season of derry girls, me being stubborn in that i thought of the pregnancy test thing and then that was it i wasn't going to go on thursday.

"The name Dolan is boy's name of Irish origin meaning 'black-haired'." he said (and showed picture wise) that his hair is dark, on his head, but the rest is still red or whatever because he was a redhead as a kid. and then even the third (!!!!) meaning and/or definition of challenge. almost self-explanatory, if you think about it hard enough. and anyway, until just before i was under the impression that afternoon desires was just couples and women, but it's not. that's just their friday night jam. and i've already used the term couple for with someone else... he can be cupple though... just for the sake of the conversation and having his number in my phone now etc.

[lunearstelle]

What the fuck is happening where you live dude

So me and my friends were talking about high school highlights and.....

Okay buckle up this one is fucked up

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We were talking and they casually said that once a corpse had been found, so I asked what the hell he was talking about because, that’s like, a big deal.

They casually explained like it was happening everyday where they are, “Well, the kids in our highschool found a corpse, it was cut in pieces and put into cans and thrown off into the lake”

He was a young apprentice pastry chef and had apparently debts with some people (I don’t know what the english word is and someone kindly told me that “gypsy” was a slur, I’m sorry I didn’t know, I used google translate) so that’s our main hypothesis on who did it

Commentary of one of my two friends: “That lake always had a funny smell, like, bleach and factories”

°

After that we looked into the journals to see if there were more informations and we found MORE FUCKED UP THINGS LIKE I THOUGHT THE COUNTRY SIDE WAS SAFE BUT MAN IT IS WORSE THAN THE CITY LIKE, WE GOT A GUY WHO DROVE INTO A STORE TO STEAL ALCOHOL AND WHEN I MEAN DROVE I MEAN HE CRASHED INTO THE WINDOW TO GET HIS FUCKING ALCOHOL

#corpse #murder #storytelling #story time #story #what the actual fuuuuuck #lake #high school #student #what the fuck is wrong with the country side #You thought you were safe AH JOKES ON YOU #I mean even Derry wasn't as fucked up #Okay Pennywise is a thing but cmon those are just PEOPLE NOT SOME GODDAMN ALIEN #I mean there's a problem if we're casual about this now #Like oh another one #High school were fun times am I right #there's also that fucking car ram #I thought these kind of things only happened in Russia

[fromforeigntofamiliarity]

Un-Funhouse | Bill Denbrough

Summary: Bill's wife(reader) goes to Derry and finds Bill kissing Beverly.

Warning: None

Requested: No

Opening the door to the hotel you spot a couple in mist of a very passionate kiss, upon farther inspection you noticed that the man of the couple was your husband.

Dropping your bag to the ground in shock a load thud draws their attention to your figure.

Seeing you standing there Bill's eyes widen while the woman looks on in confusion.

"Y/N" Bill called. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Me?" You asked. "What am I doing here, Bill what the hell are you doing?" You questioned glaring at the man.

"I'm sorry who are you?" The red haired woman asks.

"I can explain." Bill says ignoring her.

Turing your glare to the woman you look her up and down with disgust. "I'm his wife. Who the fuck are you? besides the slut fucking my husband" You replied.

"That's not what going one here." Bill says taking a few steps closer to you.

"You told me you had to come here for an emergency, I was so worried about you but the whole time you just needed an excuse to cheat on me." You said shaking your head in disappointment.

"Y/N"

"I want a divorce." You rushed out taking a step back coming into contact with the door. "I can't even look at you. How long has this been going on?" You asked even if you know the answer would only hurt you more.

"I'm not cheating on you sweetheart I promise." He walked swiftly up to you reaching for your face. "We aren't getting a divorce, I never lied about why I came here."

"You never told me the reason why either." You pointed out. "But now I know why."

"I was only trying to keep you safe from it." He states as you pushed his hands away from you.

"safe from what Bill?" you asked. "Cause the only thing you were keeping me from was your affair."

"F F From...From-." Before he could finish a round of thuds started coming down the stairs, looking over you all see a skateboard rolling down the stairs.

Bill quickly walked over to the board and flipped it over. on the underside of the board there was writing in what you could only assume was blood if not for the fact that it was floating up towards the ceiling.

'WON'T B B BE THERE FOR HIM EITHER?'

What the hell was going on here? Who's skateboard was that? and why the hell was that red stuff floating around?

"What does that mean?" The woman asked.

Turning away from the toy Bill's frown deepens. "It's the kid." He replied.

"What?" She asked watching as he paced back and forth.

"The kid from the place, the Chinese place. I saw him on the way here, he lives in my old house." He informed. "He's - he was going to the fair and." Stopping as a look of realization passes over his face.

"He's going to the fair I have to help him." He began walking forward only for the red head to stop him.

"Okay okay listen to me, we're gonna go together." She states. "I'm gonna get Richie and Ben and we'll go."

"There's no time." Bill counters. "I can't let it happen again."

"What happened before wasn't your fault non of it." She assures him.

"I wish that were true Bev." She said before side stepping her and walking towards the door.

Stopping in his tracks as he sees you still standing against the exit eyes glues to the message on the board. walking up to you slowly he calls out.

"Y/N." He says gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "I know this is confusing bu-." Before her could finish you snap out of it using all your strength to push him away from you before grabbing your bag and dashing out of the hotel and back to your car.

Speeding out in the car you don't stop until you feel your far enough away that it would be safe to catch your breath. in front of a movie theater you park your car and take a deep breath thinking about everything you had just witnessed.

Your husband cheating on you.

The gravity defining magically appearing skateboard.

Something to do with a kid and what happened before, the only thing you knew about Bill's life before he left Derry was that his little brother died. Did whatever happened to Bills brother going to happen to another kid?

Bill was going to stop it, to save him, there was a chance to save this kid and you can't just sit here and do nothing if you can help.

"The Fair." You say to yourself. "They're at the fair." Looking to your surrounding you see a rainbow assortment of light in the distance, quickly starting you car and speeding towards the source.

Arriving at the fair you rushed in eyes searching, for what you weren't even sure. You didn't know what the kid looked like, you didn't know what you were saving him from.

Looking to the fun house you see Bill disappear through the entrance before rushing in after him.

inside the funhouse there were flashing lights and mirrors everywhere, you would be lying if you said you didn't slam your face into a couple in your rush to find your husband.

Hearing a loud booming coming from an area of the house you decide to follow it, turning a corner to a long hall you see Bill slamming his foot into a clear glass wall on the other side was a small boy with dirty blonde hair back presses against it as he faced the other side.

Opposite of the boy was a clown, but even you knew by the look of it by the way it was slamming its head against the glass was, that it was not just a regular clown.

fumbling with your key chain you run down the hall getting a grip on you glass breaker, pushing Bill out of the way you press it up against the glass and push the button in the back causing the class wall to shatter and the boy to fall back into your arms.

At the same time the clown had also broken through sharp teeth snapping down on air. Pushing the boy into Bills arms you pull open the blade of the pocket knife you also kept on the keychain as the monster glared up at you.

"Eat this you ugly motherfucker." You sneered plunging the blade into its forehead. Bill's hand latched onto your wrist as he yanks up the boy and pulls you away dislodging your knife from the creature. The three of you rushed through the funhouse once again stumbling and bumping into mirrors and glass panels until you tumble down the entrance stairs falling into the grass.

Breathing heavily as your heart tried to calm itself down you look over to Bill with the kid laying on his chest also out of breath.

"Bill." You called out causing him to look over at you.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"I still want a divorce." You said looking up into the night sky.

#it 2019 #james macavoy #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #bill skarsgard #it imagine #the losers club #pennywise #masterlist

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 11: Under Pressure •

TRIGGER WARNINGS: blatant homophobia from Nicklesmart The Beatboxing Jester™️ in disguise as someone you know, internalized homophobia throughout the whole chapter. As usual, will put a skip marker for the heavier scene before and after if you need/want to skip. It is not light, ngl 😔 [trigger words: f*iry + the f slur, each used on exactly one occasion, and (as an insult) queer. I'm so sorry, this was not easy for me either and please do not read this if any of this in any way bothers you, i won't be mad if you skip the chapter 💕]

A/N: Next chapter will be all fluff I promise 🥲, I'm so sorry, but I needed something that could solidify Richie and Y/n's friendship for good, and her helping him through his worst fear is the best way to do that and will be explored in other ways throughout the rest of the series, specifically in the sequel. all that aside, I missed you guys and this series so much!!

LGBTQ+ RESOURCES AND SELF HELP LINKS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CHAPTER

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- 𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 -

    Richie keeps his eyes trained on the dried mud on his navy blue slip-ons as he makes his way across town, his mind buzzing twice as fast as it normally did. He felt as if his entire body had been put through a blender; his skull still vibrating in his head turning his brain into jelly. His stomach empty and lurching as it twisted into knots far more impossible than what you'd see from a circus performer and his heartbeat could rival a hummingbird's. Not to mention he was walking with two extra legs he'd grow from time to time, another freaky affect the physical and mental toll these past few weeks had put on him and his eyesight. The caffeine he had been living on hadn't helped him one bit either he reckoned.

    Insomnia had become his best friend in the past few weeks, hence this last-minute trip to the old gravel pit just behind Derry Town dump. At least, this was the lie he told himself to pluck up enough courage to call Y/n up. Richie hoped she could talk him through it, give him some advice. He was never this nervous to talk to her and deep down in a corner he wished to bury forever - that small part of himself that begged to be free - knew exactly why. This small, repressed Richie Tozier that lived locked away in the center of his heart was calling the shots that day. Hell, he probably had been his whole life but he wasn't ready to admit that to himself yet, let alone his true attentions of seeking her help.

    All he knew is he was nervous as all hell, his palms were sweating, he couldn't stop fiddling with his glasses and he was sure one wrong move and he'd shit his pants. For fucks sake, he needed to shake this! He had already freaked Y/n out, that he knew. He could still hear her voice over the receiver. It was soaked in static and every 's', or 'c' sound she made felt like a pencil was being shoved into his eardrums cause of her shitty outdated telephone.

    "You," she had asked with a pause. "want to meet at... the dump?"

    "Yeah," he scoffed, scratching the same spot behind his ear for what had to be the billionth time out of nervous habit. "you got wax in your ears, L/n?"

    "Nope. Just, a little confused is all. You seem kinda... I don't know, squirrely," she said wearily, and through a sharp crackling hiss from the receiver he can make out a nervous chuckle on her end. "You sure nothin' jumped up your ass or anything?"

    He bit his lip. Hard. As if punishing himself for drawing her suspicions this early. What if she somehow caught on to what he was gonna talk to her about? Her walk to the gravel pit would surely give her enough time to get to that conclusion, and Richie wasn't daft. He knew he wasn't exactly subtle about... "insomnia". What with how many times he teased insomnia, called it that special nickname he knew it hated but secretly loved. That forbidden flutter in his chest when insomnia would laugh at his jokes, and the small but precious moments they shared from time to time when the others were late that would stay in his heart and mind for weeks to come. But it didn't matter now, as everyone knew; insomnia kept Y/n's company now.

    Thankfully his mouth was faster than his brain, and it fired a rapid response before a lull could form.

    "You bet your fur," he fires, his lanky arm had rested awkwardly against the wall beside the wall mount. "I am right as rain, toots."

    He of course hadn't seen it, but she had frowned at her phone. Her concern was growing with every word spoken from him.

    "Yeah," she snorts, throwing back a sarcastic remark. "Cause you sound it."

    She had eased a bit, growing soft and falling back into their usual banter. Their special dynamic always seemed to coax down his guard a bit.

    "You're talking like a 1950's gangster in a speakeasy," She straightened a little and had begun pacing as much as the phone cord would allow her. "Ya know... More than usual."

    Y/n smiled when she could practically hear the smirk taking over his face, and she certainly had no trouble picturing his hunched shoulders and intimidating snarl he was most likely dawning.

    "It's a little somethin' called moxie, kid," he spoke with curled his words, imitating all the gangsters he had seen in those cheesy old films. "somethin' you just don't have,"

    Y/n had rolled her eyes again, at least Richie could see her doing so when he heard her respond. "Right, right. My bad Baby Face."

    "Hey!" He barked, snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor as if she could see him. His voice lowered in a thick Chicago accent. "That's mista Baby Face to ya."

    "Mista Baby Face Nelson!" She strained, her annoyed shout tainted with a laugh. "Are we meeting at five or not?"

    Richie released a quick and silent breath, expelling as many nerves as possible.

    "You bet your fur."

    The exchange kept playing over and over in his mind and Richie wondered if the same rang true for Y/n. He hoped not, cause that would mean she was thinking about it too much. Hell, he was thinking about it too much now. A heavy sigh rolls off of his chest as every anxiety collectively manifests into its own dark thought.

    Fuck, he really had it bad.

    How pathetic he was.

    Eddie would surely be horrified to know what Richie really thought of him, that was for sure.

    And as if he hadn't felt crazy enough, the thoughts actually began to feel like voices calling him from the darkest shadows of his mind.

    'And the other Losers? You'll be lucky if they even look at you again.'

    Richie was surprised to find himself fighting back, pushing back as much as he could. Despite all the jokes and jabs, he couldn't be completely alone. A small part whispered in his heart that he wasn't, and he thought briefly of the turtle strangely enough but it was gone just as soon as it had come. All he knew was that whatever was telling him this thing was stubborn. But so was Richie Tozier.

    He treated it as an intrusive thought. Made a decision then and there that it was, never occurring to him what it could be if wasn't.

    No way. Not those assholes, he tells the voice. These are the Losers for fucks sake!

    The more he thought about it the more he was sure of it. God forbid Eddie did find out, which Richie had no intention of, and what would happen was in fact unclear. But no matter how he looked at it, he just couldn't picture the little spaghetti man ever cutting him out of his life completely. Not by choice at least.

    Now Ben, that lovable sappy haystack of his that was too passionate for his own good. Richie may not be the silent type but he does pick up on things, and Hanscom's affections for Beverly Marsh were far from subtle. Always opening doors for her and turning redder than a tomato when she smiled at him. Not to mention Richie was about ninety percent sure there was a poem of some sort involved. And that was just Beverly, Ben was always thinking of the Losers. Now Richie knew for sure that boy had no hateful bone in his body to the point it was fucking annoying.

    Mike, Richie felt, might be a little similar. The kid had a lot of heart, always going on about the animals on his farm. Would even go as far to say he considered them his friends, what with how much Richie knew about Mooriuel the calf and he hadn't even met her for cripes sake! Richie imagined he'd be a bit more shocked but would try some sappy speech when he came around. Would make a whole big thing of it, pat him on the back, and even invite a conversation. He scoffed at the thought, the image of Mike slapping him on the back and his signature grin... Yeah, he appreciated the hypothetical gesture but it wasn't Richie's style.

    He could easily see Big Bill sputtering up a storm, but managing a smile. He'd probably even manage to forget their differences long enough to say something stupid but supportive. And Beverly and Stan were the ones he worried about the least. Stan would probably be too indifferent to care, throw him some snarky ass comment like, "took ya long enough, dipshit," and Beverly? Well, Beverly had always been cool, very laid back. She never took shit, and she never dished it out if she didn't think it was deserved which Richie admired greatly. This was one of many reasons he was so shocked she had taken Bill's side in the fight.

    The thought brings him back down again, and as soon as the memory touches him so do the nerves in his jaw tensing up again where he had been hit. He could feel the punch all over again. And he suddenly remembers why he is here.

    He is here, he realized.

    Just around the bend, coming into view was the gravel pit. Old and crumbling it was, and overrun with weeds and bushes. One could easily scale in and out of it, and at the very bottom Rich had discovered one day was a beaten and tattered leather seat from a car that found its way from the junkyard just a ways over. This was where he told Y/n to meet him.

    Y/n...

    Jesus fuck, what would Y/n say? How would he tell her? Would she still wanna be friends with him? Would she laugh and crack a joke, not taking it seriously? Would she hate him for it? More importantly, why in the ever-loving fuck was he here and willing to tell her?

    His gangly legs tumble into a sprint as he picks up momentum descending the uneven terrain. The rubber soles of his shoes kicking up the layers of dirt and shaved gravel that lay beneath the rocks and he had to put effort into not crashing as he comes to a stop. He manages to avoid a nasty fall, completely ignorant to the fact that his right foot had been only inches away from a root peeking out from the rocks surely would have broken his neck had he made even one wrong move. He puffs out his chest, dusting himself off, and once again tries to dispel the nausea broiling in his stomach like hot tar.

    He closes his eyes tiredly as he drags his feet to the leather bench, letting his backside fall through the air and into the somewhat plush cushion with a deep groan. "Fuck."

    His fingers rub his tired eyes, his fingertips finding bits of crust he hadn't gotten earlier and his knuckles brush his glasses further up onto his forehead. Not quite knowing what to do with the overwhelming thoughts and emotions clouding him, his fingers dig further into his eye sockets until all he can see are inky splotches behind his eyes.

    Richie doesn't know why he would ever think those things of Y/n. He hadn't ever told her this, not directly at least, but she was just about the only person in the world he trusted most. He knew in his heart of hearts this was why he found himself dialing her number before he could even register what he was doing. Even after their separation and the bitter feelings they took with it, the Losers were and always would be his best friends in the world.

    So why did everything about this feel so wrong?

    From the moment the phone call ended, he felt like he was waltzing into a trap like some putz...

    "Well, look who it is..." snarled a voice from up above the surface.

    Richie's blood ran cold and it felt as if the remainder of the air in his lungs had been squeezed out like air in a deflating balloon. He whipped around at the voice, his head twisting up at the silhouetted figure so fast he was shocked he hadn't broken his own neck. The figure held their hands on their hips, thousands of the sun's rays spilling around them as they blocked out a part of the sun, an advantage they reaped from where they stood before Richie at just the right angle. His breath caught in his throat as he had recognized the voice immediately, but the figure didn't quite match the voice.

    The last thing person he needed to see right now was Henry fucking Bowers, that was for sure.

    The universe agreed so it would seem. The figure shifted, just out of the light revealing the teasing smirk of his best friend Y/n. Her hands snapped together, her palms forming a handgun, the barrel aiming right at Richie's forehead.

    "The jig is up," she snarled. "We knows it was you. You was the ones to steal from Big Bill's dame, and I wouldn't be surprised if yous was in cahoots, neithers."

    Despite the fear that had clutched his heart only seconds ago, a small chortle left Richie at how awful her accent was. Hadn't she learned anything from him? A smug smile overtook Y/n's face as he broke. She holstered her handguns and gracefully descended the pile of gravel. His smile expired not long after, and despite the thin veil of clouds creeping over the sun the light in the sky was much too hard to even glance at his friend without blinking back several painful searing tears from the harsh light. But he could still make her out.

    She was dressed in her usual ratty and eclectic garb; a mix of something far too big for her frame and something that seemed far too tight to be comfortable. Richie was certain she had never once owned even a thread of clothing that had always been hers. Her s/c brow had its usual, light glossy sheen of grease that Richie had learned very early on to not ask about. But there was something about her now, something he couldn't quite place.

    Though one question kept popping up in his mind. One that left an itch in his brain he couldn't quite scratch in his dazed state. And that was how could he have possibly thought she sounded like Henry Bowers?

    He finds himself looking down at the gravel now, wiping away as much of the sun's damage pooling in his eyes as he can. Unbeknownst to him, she watches him studiously, the ghost of her smile still on her lips as if she was enjoying his discomfort. His long and gangly limbs are folded awkwardly, still, onto the leather seat that sits on the ground. Finally, she takes a seat beside him with a huff as he had.

    As he rubs his tired eyes for a second time she takes a long look around, breaking the silence when her trip around the gravel pit lands on him.

    "Well, you've looked better." She quips, offering a smile.

    Richie snorts, pushing his slipping glasses up the bridge of his nose with a friendly smirk. "This comin' from Raggedy Ann?"

    They both breathe a small laugh and for a moment - just one beautiful, fleeting moment - Richie forgets he was ever scared. This is what he needed.

    "So," she says, pulling his gaze towards her, sending him a cocky smile as a knowing look sparkles behind her eyes. "I'm guessing there's a reason I'm here, and not helping you with your summer training?"

    Richie, for reasons unknown to him, feels his muscles tense up again involuntarily. Like a puppeteer suddenly yanking the strings, ripping his shoulders up to his ears and his muscles bracing. He felt rigid and he was, but he was doing all he could not to show it. All his unease came back in steady waves marching up the sand, but what could he do now? He could already feel her eyes burning holes into the side of his head as he kicked around a sizeable rock with the toe of his shoe, studying him. Waiting.

    Finally, his shoulders slumped in a shrug, lower lip in an indifferent pout as he looked around at the sky hanging above the gravel pit.

    "Just needed a change from all those ugly mugs, I guess," he manages a laugh, and he rises to his feet to lazily chase the rock that had rolled out of his reach.

    He can feel her eyes on him still, and he doesn't know what to make of it until finally she breaks her silence with a chuckle and rises to join him. She catches the rock with the heel of her dirtied sneakers. They're worn down to the very last thread and several shades off from the original color. She kicks the rock back to him, and they engage in a lazy game of rock soccer.

    "I can understand that," she says calmly, eyes trained on the rock as it tumbles across the gravel with several chunky clanks. "Reckon it'll be good for you, too,"

    He frowns confused without looking up at her, winding one lanky leg back before one big kick. "Whad'ya mean?"

    "Well, you don't wanna spend your whole summer inside of an arcade, do you?"

    Richie's face freezes in a frown, the rest of his body going rigid. His eyes cement on the rock underneath his shoe, willing away the veil of tears that threatened to fall. Had he not been so caught up on why he was here, Richie might have had a clear enough head to realize Y/n wasn't there for that conversation, nor had she heard about it from anyone there. Instead, all Rich can think about is the small hypochondriac boy that had stolen his heart.

    He can hear the conversation he had with his best friend, all those weeks ago when school let out. And if felt like a lifetime since he had seen that squishable, pouty little disgusted frown Eddie always put on that made Richie's inside melt. As if reading his mind, Y/n spoke.

    "This is about Eddie, isn't it?"

    Her tone is gentle but veiled. Something was concealed about the way she held herself, ever since she had arrived, something that Richie couldn't quite place. And there it was. He was right about her suspecting him, he must be. Richie battles the lump forming in his throat, and he can feel his ears turning pink under her unwavering and unblinking stare.

    Richie does all he can to fight a snarky response, not knowing how else to navigate and survive the intensity of his feelings. All he manages to do is nod.

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    "Rich, it's okay," she says, taking a step forward, his gaze is pulled to her eyes. And here it is, he thinks. The moment he had been dreading, the moment he hadn't even allowed himself to think about. "...I miss him, too."

    His face caught in another frown. That's definitely not what he expected her to say. Quickly as he could, he wiped away a spot of snot at his nose. He had managed to keep the tears at bay but now they had found another way out. He felt like a fucking fool, and he wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Of course she didn't know what he was talking about. Why would she - how would she? His spirits were crushed, and he suddenly didn't feel like getting into it now. She seemed off today, not that Richie cared. All he wanted was for this whole day to be over with, not even knowing the worst had yet to come.

    She studies his reaction, almost as if she had been waiting for this and she blinks for what Richie is now starting to realize must be the first time since she got here. Y/n's face screws into a frown, and yet there still lingered an uneasy smile that taunted him. Her eyes squint suspiciously at Richie, her head tilting in an expression he never knew he had always feared would come.

    She laughs finally, a shrill and grating laugh he hadn't quite heard before and she nudges him playfully. "Oh, come on! It's not like you've got some faggy crush on him or something?"

    When he doesn't answer, she scoffs, turning away and shaking her head in disbelief for a moment.

    Richie felt he just might vomit. Or cry. Or both. He had never felt so distraught, so dejected. So broken.

    How could she be saying these things?

    He tries with all his might to conjure a response, any fucking thing at all so he wasn't some blubbering broken chump breaking down in front of her. But for the first time in his life, Richie "loudmouth" Tozier was speechless.

    That fuck-awful grating laugh returns, a sour look screws up her face as she looks him up and down in disgust.

    "Wait, seriously?" She gapes with a scoff, making him feel about two inches tall. "You actually think he'd want to be with some fairy freak like you?"

    "F-f-uck off," he sputters, though he does not feel better.

    The trembling in his voice, the vulnerability, hearing it in himself strips any remaining scrap of confidence he had left. He's crying now and there's no hiding it. And she heard it in his voice, he knew that now as he looks at her. Her lips curl into a malicious smile and she takes another step closer, Richie fumbles a step back.

    "He isn't some," her nose crinkles as she continues to advance on him, the fire in her eyes building as he stumbles back to escape her sudden venom. "rotten queer like you."

    Y/n spits the words out like they were poison on her tongue, and this was true in every way. Her fiery stare never left Richie, it burned holes right through him as she advanced on him like a wolf on a wounded doe. They were nearing the edge of the gravel pit, and Richie had nearly run out of room when her finger stabbed his chest like a sword's final strike to the heart, pushing him to the ground as she spoke those poisonous words.

    Richie felt his backside meet several jagged rocks that brought even more tears to his eyes, though none of them hurt as much as her words. She towered over him now, the sun beating down on her back and pouring over her shoulders, trapping Richie in her shadow. She shakes her head, and he can still make out the pathetic look on her face as she glowers at him.

    "It's girls he likes. It's me he likes." she points to herself, shaking her head. "He was mine the second he saw me, but you?"

    She scoffs again, and her shadow releases him as she kneels to balance on her feet, legs folded before him with a snide look.

    "You've always been the insufferable loudmouth he couldn't get rid of." A sharp laugh escapes her, the clutch on his heart tightening to dangerous amounts he fears it will give out. "Well, I guess he doesn't have to worry about that now, huh?"

    His heart feels as if it has been ripped to shreds, the claws of the wolf had struck and now he was drowning in his own sorrows as pain as the heartbreak filled his lungs. Richie could no longer see behind the thick wall of glassy tears that blanketed his eyes, and the sounds of his own sobs amplified his embarrassment and despair. He was hopelessly broken, and he could feel himself crumble, each piece disappearing amongst the gravel underneath him until he couldn't be found. He blinked only once, but it was enough to send every tear racing down his cheek at once.

    Another malicious smile contorts her face, her e/c eyes burning darker until they looked almost a completely different shade. Her lips seemed to stretch on and on and on in a way only one thing could. And it was then that it occurred to him.

    Not one thing she had said to him is something he could have ever prepared himself for, each word constricting his heart and lungs and swelling his throat with the ever-growing lump.

    Nor was any of it something she would ever dream of saying, he knew this now.

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    This wasn't Y/n, this was never Y/n. She had never showed, and if he hadn't been so wrapped up in his own fucking head he would have caught on from the second "Y/n" arrived. Especially that entrance, Y/n surely would have fallen on her ass on her way down into the gravel pit never mind the fact her accent wouldn't be nearly as shit.

    But none of this mattered now. This thing that looked like his friend had him cornered, and It knew it.

    A wicked grin overtook the mask of Y/n's face that chilled Richie to his bones, and yet it also reassured him. Y/n was tough and could be scary from time to time, but he knew she could never be capable of the pure evil that now danced in It's eyes. Richie's body was already in motion, his arms and legs scrambling for any sort of grip that could take him up the side of the pit and to safety. But the gravel beneath him was always shifting, rolling out from underneath him when it wasn't raking his palms to pieces and all he was accomplishing was a small plume of dust that clung to his backside.

    Richie didn't know where it came from, but his actions were faster than his feelings as his fist collided with It's nose. And no sooner did the heel of his shoe collide in a painful crack that sent It's head back, did his eyes widen in horrific shock. The painful crack that would surely haunt him for many nights to come, had not been from the collision of his heel on It's nose but It's head - or Y/n's as this was still It's disguise - had snapped completely back and dangled completely off It's/her shoulders.

    The only thing connecting her head to her shoulders was the suit of s/c skin. Protruding from the center of her neck just under the skin was the end of her spine where it had disconnected, giving away a disturbing lack of muscles and veins in her neck as if it had been hollowed out like a pumpkin. Her head rolled back and forth limply, and Richie could feel bile climbing up his throat, ready to burst out his digested mac and cheese.

    His mind was screaming at his legs to run while all was still but a small part of him knew this was all a gambit, that it didn't matter if she was frozen stiff or not. Richie knew as soon as he booked it, It would spring to life with something even more twisted. That now, without his friends, he was as good as dead.

    And It was more than happy to prove Richie right.

    The clone of his friend sprang to life, It's head still rolling around on It's shoulders. Connected only by the skin of It's neck, and moving around like some fucked up slinky toy. Richie was already halfway up the gravel pit, bits of rock and dirt finding their way into his shoes as he kicked up the earth though that was the farthest thing from his mind.

    By the time Richie reached the top of the pit, he could no longer hear the thunderous boom of his heart attempting to break loose from his chest, which was saying an awful lot. His screams echoed out into the air only to be swallowed by the screams of other children and Richie didn't know how he knew this but he knew those were the screams of Betty Ripsom, Ed Corcoran... Georgie Denbrough. The bloodied screams of It's victims were drowning Richie as he ran for the junkyard, and he wondered if he might live to hear them stop.

    The screams were so fucking loud in his ears he could see them. Each of them a blinding, deafening, gut-wrenching, and blood-curdling scream that danced through the air like ribbons as they begged for their lives. Richie cried out and he couldn't even hear his own voice, but he didn't let this stop his legs from pumping as hard as they possibly could. He was nearly to the junkyard, surely he could use something to fend It off but he knew he was just buying time.

    He could taste the blood on his tongue from where his teeth bit into his cheek. In all his short life, Richie Tozier would not have guessed child-eating clown to be the way he'd kick the can. When ever the thought of death began troubling him, he always liked to picture something like a western. Him and his rightful enemy squaring off against good and evil, he'd shoot first and save the day but still sustain an injury and bleed out. But it'd be a hero's death. And that was something.

   But this... this was something born out of darker than evil and Richie was about to be pulled into the gravity well of this black hole and swallowed up. And he knew in his soul, the very pits of his stomach it would reach out with its shadowy arms and pull him into darkness.

    And it did.

    Richie had been rapidly approaching the edge of the junkyard without realizing and within an instant found himself on the ground, caved in on himself as he tumbled in the dirt and rocks accepting he was to join them soon enough. He closed his eyes and waited for death as a hand curled around his shoulder and pulled him around. Another jolt of shock shot through his entire body at the sudden contact, locking his jaw and paralyzing his entire body in fear as he was met with the new threat. He didn't dare open his eyes, and certainly not when he heard his best friend's voice again.

    "Richie! Richie?"

    It was her again, he realized. Y/n's real voice, the one that he heard on the telephone that was dripped in static. The one now dripped in fear.

   "Richie?!"

    When the boy opened his eyes, they were filled with terror and his sobs continued. A lense Y/n never thought she'd see Richie look at her through. Her heart broke in an instant when she realized he was afraid... of her. Instantly, she released him and let her backside fall back into the gravel. She watched through a thick wall of tears as he trembled, crying to himself, and never in all her life had she seen Richie Tozier so broken.

    It tore her apart.

    She didn't have to be a genius to realize what had happened here. Before she had even reached the junkyard on her bike she had heard his screams strangled through the wall of trees gating the area. When she had reached the gravel yard, she was happy to see him still in one piece but he was running for his life from an invisible force. The damn coward had gotten what It wanted and scared him shitless, but why would he disappear just because she showed? She had wondered.

    Now she was beginning to understand. It didn't need to be here to scare her. Just the sight of Richie in such a state was enough to tear her down and it took just about everything in her not to scream into the sky from a mix of fury and fear.

    Besides the tears that race down her cheeks and wet her legs, all Y/n could feel was a painfully numbing fear. Fear that Richie would never be the same. Fear that Richie would never speak to her again. Fear that Richie would never trust her again. Fear for whatever the fucking hell that thing did to Richie. Fear that It would do it again.

    All she felt now was fear for Richie.

    Y/n doesn't bother to fight the sob that breaks loose, her bottom lip quivers violently and her arms fall to the gravely pavement beneath her. As if her head had filled with lead, it grew heavy enough to fall into her chest where her chin landed, shaking several more tears loose.

    "I'm s-so sorry, Richie,"

    Y/n yearns to say more, but her body is physically weak from sadness and shame. Yet still, she repeats it in her mind hoping with everything in her it slips out of her mouth, or maybe if she thought them loud enough he'd hear them in his mind.

    I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry for whatever happened. I'm so goddamn sorry...

    "I'm sorry," she whimpers. "I promise..."

    I promise I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise I'm not gonna hate you. I promise I'm gonna be there for you, from now on. I promise.

    Her sniffles blend with his own, and Richie is unsure why this is the moment he knows for sure this is the real Y/n before him; maybe he was just too exhausted to think it through, perhaps it was the godawful sound she was making trying to keep herself from snotting as bad as he was but he knew It had gone. And the Y/n sitting beside him — crying with him, was the one he dialed up today. This was the Y/n he had been prepared to bare his soul to. His true self.

    So with one shaky hand — the other still tucked in close to his chest — Richie's left hand slid out from under him and across the gravel to Y/n's open palm. Her fingers were digging into the gravel, sharp edges of the rock digging into her skin as if to assure herself she was really real. Suddenly, she felt Richie's shaky palm slide underneath hers, carefully taking it.

    Y/n picked her glassy stare up from the ground to look at their intertwined hands, and she melted a little. Several of those fears — not all of them, but some — were ebbed away and she looked to Richie. He was still curled up in the dirt, his eyes closed and silent tears streaking his dirt-covered face. Each tear paved a path of clean skin, washing the dirt away in wild streaks where ever each tear had fallen. Several large and swollen beads of tears collected at his chin where they dangled, threatening to fall.

    She gave his hand a squeeze, letting him know she was there for him as she had promised him. And she was ready to sit with him for as long as he needed.

    For hours that feel only like minutes, they sit together in tear-filled silence, clinging to one another's presence and the knowledge that they are now all they have left.

    And there was no way they were letting go.

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We're The Losers, And We Always Will Be Chp. 6

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Summary: The losers arrive to Derry. Syd wants answers, Freddy makes a discovery, Wendell worries, and Stanley connects some dots.

A/N: Warnings, briefly referenced racism and homelessness. Okay we're getting four different Povs this time. They all range in different length and trying to format it the best I can to keep it from getting confusing. This is my first fic where I'm trying to juggle all seven losers equally so feedback is appreciated ! Reminder for this fic: The timeline for this is when 'original losers' are kids, the fight pennywise the first time in 1967. The second time the fight him and die is in 1994. Meaning this story is set in modern day. The losers are all about 18. Also I feel like a lot happens this chapter so buckle up

Syd knows now she really, really, should’ve considered the logistics of a long car ride with six guys.

Freddy and Mike have been bickering almost non-stop in the back, but thankfully it’s turned into white noise after the first two. It helped when she convinced Sonny to switch spots with her and let her ride in the front passenger's side. He’s been extra nice to her since she snapped at him, but in her defense, she had had the strangest fucking day. It’s too late to apologize now, oh well.

They made it into Maine a few hours ago and will arrive in Derry any minute, right on the cusp of the setting sun. A feeling of dread that’s weighing her down since they crossed the state board has been getting heavier the closer they are. It’s like she feels something evil radiating from Derry.

She’s been keeping an eye on Stan, between the both of them he’s reacted the worst when Wendell explained why they need to go with them. A promise, an oath she knows in her soul she needs to keep. Stan must’ve felt the same because he agreed to go, even before she did, but he looked  petrified. That screaming in her head is telling her she knows why, it’s almost legible but still inaccessible. Stan shouldn’t have come. It feels wrong to think that- he's her best friend, someone she’s always felt inexplicably comfortable around, but it’s true. Not that she’ll ever tell him that. You’ve always kept things from ole Stanny, Bevvie.

Stan being Stan of course has since brushed his look of terror off his face, which is now being repressed with all his other hard to feel feelings in the back of his brain. For an easy-going guy, he’s not exactly an open book. She glances in the rearview mirror back at him. Jacob and Stan are now the ones playing on the Switch, but unlike Freddy and Mike earlier, there’s a purposeful distance between the two. The distance won't last.

It’s hard to know how to feel about Jacob, really anyone in the van except for Stan, but Jacob is important in this, whatever  this  is. He had a personal stake in this, he lost someone in their last life. It was his little-

“We just crossed into the city,” Sonny announces quietly, staring out the window.

A sudden hush falls across the van as everyone looks out the window, even Freddy stopping his rant over some comic book to Mike shuts up. There’s no boom, no sudden explosion of memories in her mind, no rush of the ghosts of her pasts trying to charge at her. Nothing but dread. From the looks on everyone else’s faces, it’s the same. Wendell grips the steering wheel determinedly, his eyes locked dead ahead.

“So is anyone feeling like they ascended or some other mystical bullshit?” Stan asks, trying to lighten the mood, but his face has become sickly pale.

No one answers him until Mike says, “It’s hard to remember anything over the smell of Fredrick's lingering burps.”

The tension in the van drains as everyone uneasily chuckles. Everyone except for Freddy of course. “I didn’t want to have indigestion! All we’ve been eating is gas station food, which is really bad for you in general, I wasn't about to make worse! ”

“Says the guy who chose to get only slim jims,” Mike quips back.

Jacob groans, “Don’t mention that, that was gross. I’ve never seen someone eat so many of those.”

“Oh not you complaining too! They’re high in protein. It’s not like we’ve had a chance to eat an actual meal.”

“But we can have one tonight? Right, Wendell?” Sonny asks him hopefully.

She sighs, “Yeah what about it? Where are we even staying?” They passed a broken-down townhouse and she hasn’t seen any commercial hotels. With everything happening so fast, she didn’t stop to think about their sleeping arrangements, or how small Derry was. Everyone makes mummers seconding the questions. No one has thought to ask Wendell, it took crossing the town line for it to sink that  this was happening.

“There’s an abandoned library where I have some things set up, and before anyone says anything; yes it’s abandoned but it’s still on the city's water and the electric grid. We can see about food when we get there.” Wendell doesn’t leave much room for argument.

“You expect us to stay at some broken-down library? We can't just get a hotel room or something? We could be arrested for trespassing!” Mike retaliates anyway. He's staring out the window and she almost misses his lingering look on a random wood fence as they drive over a bridge. Strange.

“A hotel room? Where we’d all be split up? Do you really think that’s the best idea?” She defends Wendell. They can speak more freely out of the public view, talk about past life and magical promises without someone overhearing them and having them locked up. They haven’t even passed a hotel yet either so it's not like there's an abundance of sleeping options.

Stanley agrees with her, “I don’t want to split up. We should stay together, Wendell’s plan is the best,” he spares a glance at Freddy who’s been oddly quiet, “Besides I’m a broke man and I don’t want anyone carrying my weight.” That’s a lie, she knows for a fact that he has a few hundred cash on hand that he’s saved up over the years. Stan appears to be lying for the sake of Freddy, who gives him a grateful look.

She forgot about Freddy. While everyone else hasn’t said anything about funds, more than likely having money from graduation, (or in Stan’s case, his weed business) Sonny had whispered to her and Stan that they picked Freddy up from a homeless shelter. This was during the blissful two hours of quiet they had when Mike and Freddy were both passed out.

Mike catches on, reading between the lines of Stanley is saying, “Fine I get it. Let's not split up so we don’t all die yada yada. If the cops show up and I get arrested because you all bolt on me I’ll never forgive you guys.” Freddy shoves Mike in the shoulder. “Hey! Abuse!”

“You numbnuts! If we ever have to run it’d be me and Jacob that gets caught! Were you ever taught to watch what you say?!”

“I was trying not to assume anything! I don’t know how your ‘things’ would affect you in a situation, Fredrick.”

“Did you just call it ‘things’?! Of course, we would be caught first! We watched Jacob trip and fall into the van less than two hours ago!”

“Hey now,” Stan tries to interrupt him, to no avail.

“And do you see these?” He rattles his crutches and pauses, “Actually I could beat someone with it but the point still stands. I don’t know where you go getting the ri-”

Wendell cuts him off gently with a, “We’re here,” as he parks the van in front of a large building. There’s a broken sign stating it’s the Derry Public library, with the faded red paint peeling off. Wendell clamors out before anyone can attest, and goes and opens the trunk. Sonny jumps out to help start unloading first. If she didn’t know any better she’d say Wendell was tired of them, if it wasn’t for the soft smile he’s been wearing the entire time. Throughout the whole car ride, Wendell hasn’t gotten annoyed with them, or if he has, he hasn’t shown it. It’s amazing with the bickering duo and Stan’s insistence on playing Blood Witch. Everyone follows suit after him, commenting amongst themselves on what is to be their home for the night, at least.

It’s a rather big library, standing at at least two stories. It’s hauntingly beautiful. Solid stone foundation and walls, the windows are stained glass, and some panels are broken along the front. Overgrown bushes litter the front, which Wendell took advantage of. He parked the van behind the two largest ones, giving complete coverage of it to the passing street. There’s a sturdy wood front door, a large “NO TRESPASSING” sign stapled to it.

Wendell leads them along to the back entrance and digs a key out of his pocket before opening it. Mike whines about breaking and entering once again, and once again is ignored. Based on how faded the no trespassing sign was on the door, she seriously doubts anyone has been here in a long time. That theory is quickly disproved the moment they step inside. Someone has been here, a lot.

The back door opens into the staff's room, which has a very new microwave and other new kitchen supplies sitting on the dusty counters. The hum of the outdated refrigerator indicates that it’s been plugged in.

Wendell turns and smiles sheepishly at them, “Anyone want a tour? I’ve worked hard to set it up for us.” And a tour they get, after they go back to the van to retrieve their belongings.

It turns out Wendell is from the next town over, and that’s part of the reason he remembers everything from the before (or as they have taken to calling their past lives) but she has a feeling there’s more to it than just the fact he happened to be born near Derry this life. He tells that on the weekends leading up to this departure, he was here, preparing for their arrival.

He converted the staff room back into a kitchen area. For showering, he brought in a camper’s shower and had it set up in the bathroom. No shower curtain and there’s only one bathroom, she’s already dreading it. Various rooms like old computer rooms and study rooms now have a mattress resting on top of the tables, and none of the bedding matched. It was all thrifted and he took what he could get. There are only five rooms set up, some will have to share a room. She snagged the only room set up on the first floor, no one was going to fight her on that. She was the only girl after all.

The first floor was compromised more of displays, now empty, than anything else. The first floor was also the nonfiction floor but the bookshelves are almost all toppled over and the books looked heavily damaged due to the broken window above the heap of wood and pages.

The second floor had the other four rooms and the fiction section. The middle was cleared out and a couch and beanbags that looked new sat in front of a rickety old tv. That’s when it hit her. Wendell set this place up for a  long-term  stay. How long would this oath take? What was he not telling them?

The others had scattered to bicker over the rooms. Wendell had one locked with a padlock just for him and Sonny quickly and quietly slipped into another. Smart. The remaining four started to bicker over the sleeping arrangements. Syd took the opportunity while they were distracted to strike.

She taps on one of his broad shoulders, “Hey Wendell can we talk for a second while the children are distracted?”

Wendell nods and chuckles as Syd tries to lead them to the stairs heading up. There has to be a third floor she realized now that she’s in the library, or at least an attic. She can soothe her curiosity and get her answers up there, effectively killing two birds with one stone.

Wendell stops her before she takes the first step on the stairs. “Sorry! But we can’t go up there. The roof has caved in and the floors have become waterlogged and unsafe.”

That’s a lie, the first real one Wendell has told her since she’s met him. She saw the roof outside, it was completely intact. He looks uncomfortable lying to her, but not correcting what he said. There’s something up there he doesn’t want her to see; interesting. She would just go up there anyway to see what he’s hiding if it wasn't for their audience. Later tonight when everyone’s sleeping she’ll go see for herself what's up those stairs.

Shrugging her shoulders they head down to the staff/kitchen area instead. Wendell busies himself with wiping the dust of the counters with a rag he pulled from a drawer. A thick silence falls between them as Syd takes a seat at one of the rickety chairs circling a round, old, wooden table.

“Soooo? We’re here now. What now? What's the plan?”

Wendell is rubbing insistently at a mysterious brown stain, not looking at her when he speaks, “Let’s relax for the night. It’s been a long journey, we deserve a break. We can begin tomorrow.”

Syd snaps, “But begin what?! You haven’t told us anything about what we’re supposed to be fucking do here!” She sighs and takes a deep breath to compose herself. There’s a headache growing in her temples and she's drained from the car ride. All she’s gotten this whole time is half the answer. She’s lived a life before and made an oath and had a friendship so powerful that when they didn’t keep it, they were brought back to try again. But try what again ? And  who was she  in her past life? These are answers Wendell’s purposely keeping to himself and  she’s scared.  At least Wendell now is looking at her, abandoning his useless dusting in favor of stepping closer to her. “Look I’m sorry but you have to understand how frustrating this is. I feel like, like there’s this part of me begging me to remember something but I can’t.  It wasn’t just an oath Mike, it was more than that, that I know. We died for this oath but how? Please tell me what killed us, or at the very least who I was. Because it feels like she’s fucking screaming in my head. Just like she was when you first showed up at Stan’s house. All I get are feelings of memories and and sometimes I just know these tidbits of information that I don't remember ever learning, and it’s driving me insane Mike!” She baring her soul to him, because she does feel safe around him, but she needs him to start telling her these things. It won’t do any good if she’s just left in the dark.  “What the hell are you smiling at?" At some point, Wendell has started smiling softly at her. What does he have to smile about? Here she is confiding in him, explaining why she needs answers and he looks happy.

He laughs, “You just called me Mike.” His smile grows. She didn't call him Mike though . Did she? She must have said Mike’s name on accident. But she knew another person named Mike, he walked her to the meadow to meet their friends. She was saying goodbye because she was leaving for Portland soon. But that didn’t happen, Syd’s never lived in Portland; that’s not-

A boy who with a dark complexation and toned muscles but no older than thirteen walks with her down the sidewalk dressed in overalls and a worn grey cotton shirt. Her dress is blowing in the wind, her necklaces jingling around her neck with every step she takes. There's a smell of flowers and smoke from nearby mills wafting through the air as the sun beats down on them. Despite the heat, a stubborn chill lingers in the wind. Summer is coming to an end in Maine.

“I’m gonna miss you, you know. I’m happy we became friends, even if it was just for the summer,” the boy says suddenly.

She beams at him, “Mikey we’ll always be friends, that's never going to change . You better write to me, promise me. I’ll miss everyone. In fact, you better make sure everyone writes to me. Promise me that instead.”

“Okay okay I promise,” he replies sincerely before giggling, “I don’t think it will take much reminding for Bill to write to you.”

Her cheeks are suddenly warm with embarrassment so she jovially shoves his shoulder before taking off down the street, “Come on! I race you there!”

There’s a clattering of feet behind her as Mike begins to run after her, “You’re on Beverly!”

“Syd, are you okay?” Mike-  Wendell  is standing over her with a hand on her shoulder, looking concerned. Her breathing has sped up and she nods as she starts to get it under control.

“Beverly, my name was Beverly! I remember that!” Syd astonishes.

Wendell nods hurriedly and squats so he’s on her eye contact level, “Do you remember anything else?”

“Yes! Your name was Mike, we met during the summer. I was moving away because I was saying goodbye,” she pauses as she pieces things together, “And we were best friends.”

“We were the very best of friends. The seven of us, we were the Los-” A loud bang coming from upstairs.

“Dammit, Stan! Watch where you throw that!”  Freddy's voice thrills from upstairs.

Wendell rolls his eyes in amusement, “That doesn’t sound good. Come on, let’s go check on the kids.”

Syd catches him by his hand, clinging to it, “Wendell you have to tell us more than what you are. The others deserve to know who they were. And I still don’t know or remember what this oath is,” she pleads.

Wendell looks like he’s having a battle in his mind. “Syd, you have to trust me. Let’s just take tonight. I promise to tell you, all of you, more tomorrow.”

This is all she is going to get from him tonight, she knows when to tell she's defeated. Maybe she’ll find answers when she sneaks to the third floor tonight, there’s little point in continuing to grill him. So she lets him go with one last, simple question. “Can you at least tell me my last name from the before?”

“Beverly Marsh. You should google her, you may be surprised by what you find.” Wendell doesn’t elaborate when he shakes her hand off and heads upstairs.

Syd takes a moment to sit at the table, trying to process the memory, or to will more to come. No such luck. Her phone starts to vibrate in her pocket. She mentally sighs when she sees it’s Dina calling her. Maybe her girlfriend telepathically sensed her distress, wouldn’t that be funny. Also it wouldn't be the most improbable thing to happen as of late.

When she answers the phone and hears Dina’s voice on the other side, she can feel the tension leaving her shoulders. She wanders outside the building to the back lawn to talk to Dina, assuring her girlfriend that she did arrive safely.

It broke her heart to tell Dina that she was leaving with Stan and some strangers, and even more so when she couldn’t give her a good reason why. It doesn’t help that she still can’t answer Dina’s probing questions. Syd gets it, this whole thing would sound and look outlandish to an outsider. If the roles were reversed, Syd would’ve been agitated with the answers she is giving Dina. Dina isn’t Syd though. Where Syd would’ve been a smart ass about this whole thing, Dina is being compassionate and as supportive as she can, especially after Syd told her that this was just something she had to do the day she left. God, she loves that girl, she can’t wait to go off to college with her after all this. It also helps that Dina has left to go visit family at the same time as this.

She explores the grounds behind the library, observing a pond as she talks to Dina. Picking up a stick she pokes as the green mush around the edges up the pond water, it doesn't look like anything is alive in the pond. The subject of conversation has changed between Dina and Syd as Dina complains about her little cousins, more so just to use it as an excuse to keep talking to her.

The sun is almost fully set behind the trees at the end of the sloping lawn by the time they say their goodbyes. When she turns to head back to the library something catches the corner of her eye. For a brief second, she could swear she saw a shadow of a human figure at the edge of the woods. Unease and the continued feeling that she’s being watched have her almost running instead of walking back to the library. When she goes to open the back door, it swings open before she touches the handle, giving her a small fright.

It’s just Sonny and Wendell, van keys in the latter’s hand. It looks like they’re leaving.

Wendell noticed her fright, “You okay Syd?”

She looks between, from Wendell’s concern to Sonny’s also concerned, but a curious expression. There was no one in the woods, no one’s watching her, why worry them for nothing. It’s the stress of the whole situation starting to get to her.

“I’m fine. Where are you guys going?”

Sonny answers a little too quickly, “We all thought it would be nice to have pizza for dinner. Wendell and I were just about to run to go get it since we can’t have it delivered here. Do you have any preference for the toppings?”

“Uh, no, not really. Thank you for asking though Sonny,” she forces a smile his way. There’s something about Sonny she knows she’s supposed to remember, it just feels painful. Not that that makes much sense. “I’ll see you guys when you get back.”

“Be back in a minute!” Wendell says as the two walks out the door and Syd heads inside.

It’s a lot quieter upstairs now and Jacob is sitting at the table where she was almost an hour earlier. He’s rubbing his eyes as he talks on his phone, “No Dad, I’m fine, really! Yes,  yes,  I’m taking it. I’ll let you know if I run out,” he looks up and makes eye contact with her, “Hey, I’ll call you later,” there’s a pause as he rolls his eyes, “Love you too.” He hangs up the phone. “Hey Syd, I was wondering where you went off too.”

“You were wondering about me?” she asks skeptically as she takes a seat in the chair across from him. She and Jacob haven’t shared many words since they’ve met. She didn’t have anything to say either when Jacob told her and Stan about his trial. They’re all a little fucked up, she thinks, so who is she to judge? Still isn’t sure what to make of him though.

Jacob flounders a little, “I mean not that I’ve been wondering about you, I just noticed when you walked downstairs with Wendell, that’s it.”

“Jacob it’s fine,” she assures him, “I thought you would’ve been caught up with the room sharing fiasco, that’s all.”

His face turns red, “Um yeah, me and Stan thought it would be better to share a room. Anyone who shares a room with Mike and Freddy wouldn’t be getting much sleep and Stan suggested we bunk together, that’s it,” he clears his throat, “Anyways, I came down here when my dad started calling me. I think the others are trying to get that rusted bucket of a tv up and working.”

Syd thinks of her mom and Goob for a second, her mom was excited for Syd going on a trip before college. ‘Finally acting like someone her age' , she said. She didn’t get to say goodbye to Goob because it happened so fast and the kid was still in summer school. She’ll have to call him later, she misses her little brother already.

“If anyone can get the rust bucket working, it’s Stan. He has a certain finesse for things like that. He’s an old soul, in his own weird way.”

“I think he’s always been an old soul,” Jacob says more to himself. He’s talking about  the before,  whether he realizes it or not.

“Jacob, do you, do you remember?” Has he had a flash back since their arrival like she did she asks herself.

He laughs hollowly, “That’s such a vague question Syd,” his eyes are distant, his mind is somewhere else, “You know that coma I told you I was in?”

“Yeah?”

There’s a moment before Jacob says anything else, “It caused me to remember some things, or that’s at least what Wendell theorizes,” He starts fiddling with his cane, running his thumb over the smooth black handle, “I remembered two people, a little boy, and uh- someone else. I’m not sure who. It really wasn’t much.”

She wants to be a little jealous that Jacob remembered some things before even coming here, but she couldn’t imagine going through what he did. “I just remembered my name not too long ago. My name in  the before.  It was sorta trippy. I was talking to Wendell and then one moment, I was somewhere else, in my other life.” Saying stuff like this still makes her feel like she should be in a mental hospital, geeze.

“What was your name? I’ll tell you mine, it’s Bill- or was Bill I guess.”

Jacob was Bill, the same Bill who she had a crush on during the flashback. God, they were each other's first kisses in the before she remembers now. If he remembers their little fling from before, he’s not acting like it. It’s so weird to look at him now and know that; the puzzle is barely fitting together, there are bigger pieces she needs to find before she understands everything. It’s almost enough to make her not tell him, in fear that he does actually remember that. Because that was their first life, but something, or someone, is missing. It feels like even if he does remember it, it won’t matter much to him now. It was first love, sweet, but not lasting. She takes a chance, “My name was Beverly, but I think I would’ve typically gone by Bev.”

After a beat Jacob says, “Huh...that’s kinda funny you know.”

“What’s funny?”.

“You know, the fact that then and now you go by a three-letter nickname of your actual name,” he puts it plainly.

She shrugs her shoulders, “Yeah I guess that’s kinda weird.”

“How many coincidences do you think connects us to our past life? Even with little things like that?” he wonders aloud.

“I don’t know, but if I think about that too much it feels like my head is going to explode,” he chuckles at her retort as she stands up, “Come on, let’s go see if Stan got that tv working.”

-

There are worse things Freddy supposes than having to share a room with Mike. Like they could’ve gone to find a hotel room, only for Freddy to have explained that he can’t afford it. All he has is forty dollars and some pocket change, nowhere enough to spit a room for a couple of nights, even seven ways. Talk about embarrassing. So having to share a room with Mike at an abandoned library Wendell creepily fixed up ahead of time is not the worst-case scenario.

They even have a tv! Stan said he can get it working and that’s exciting, he can’t remember the last time he watched tv that wasn’t muted or playing some soap opera in a homeless shelter. And yes, a hotel room probably has new tvs, but he doesn’t go to hotels often and the last time was over a year ago. When CPS put him up in one while they tried to find a final foster home for him to finish high school in.

He takes a break from watching Stan working on the tv and goes to explore the second floor, the room he shares with Mike in particular. Mike stays with Stan because they’re talking animatedly about circuits or something, it's dumb nerd talk. They’re both excited about whatever it is.

Stan is an easy guy to like, he discovered. He reminds him a lot of Mike, except not at the same time? It doesn’t even make complete sense with himself. It all has something to do with  the before he thinks. He’s proud that he’s the one that came up with that nickname for their past lives and everyone has been calling it that. Mike says he reads too many superhero stories. Boo Mike.

Out of everyone, he’s pretty sure he’s the happiest - is that the word?- to be here. That night they picked him and Wendell explained everything, it was like a weight was lifted off his shoulder. Freddy was  somebody,  he was  important  to people in his past life. Now he has the chance to be that again, to finish what he couldn’t start. It’s a … relief for him if he’s being perfectly honest.

These few days, he’s been happier than he has been for a while. Mostly because of stupid Mike. Mike with his stupid smart mouth and stupid cheesy sweater and his stupid dry humor and stupid pouty lips. He frustrates him to no end. Mike was probably as annoying as he was now in his past life too, he bets.

Stupid Jacob and Stan have some weird thing going on or he would’ve tried to room with Jacob. Since he accidentally outed Jacob’s trial, they’ve gotten along rather well. Jacob is definitely the one he trusts the most, it’s like an instinct. Even if Jacob isn’t the most talkative person in the world, he still like him. Maybe Jacob doesn't talk much because of his stutter. Wait he doesn't have one.

The room he’s sharing with Mike is an old study room. Chairs and old computers are haphazardly thrown in a corner, and a few old desks line a wall, where Freddy and Mike have deposited their belongings on top of them. There’s a window that looks into the second floor but it has old cardboard boxes duct-taped across it. The bed, the worst part in his opinion, was a full-size mattress shoved on top of some tables. There are two pillows and a blue threadbare comforter and grey sheets. The pillowcases are each a different shade of red also. It looks like the most comfortable bed that he’s getting the chance to sleep in. With his luck, Mike will be a blanket hog.

He inspects the desks, not sure what he’s looking for. After the room situation was decided, he didn’t really get a chance to explore the room before they started playing with a dodgeball Sonny had found in his  own  room. Lucky bastard.

Mostly he just finds cobwebs and rat droppings, which is so fucking unsanitary. If they’re here for more than a day he’ll have to take care of that. It’s mostly curiosity that keeps him looking. Did he sit at these desks in the library, would he come here to study with his friends? So many questions. Wendell said they may get memories when they got here, and Freddy wants to trigger one. No luck and the desks are boring. The most interesting thing he finds is carvings on the desks, and only one of those catches his attention.

Richie Trashmouth Tozier was here ‘71

Isn’t that just a little fucking obnoxious, who was stupid and stubborn enough to-

“Will you stop defacing public property?!” he shrills hushed. Every time they come to the library Richie insists on sitting here so he can continue to carve on this desk. He’s going to get them kicked out again, and he really needs to study for finals. He doesn’t have the option of doing it at home, his whole senior year his mom hasn’t given him any space.

“I’m just tryna leave my mark Eds, calm your panties,” the boy with black unruly hair insists. His coke bottle glasses are sloping down the end of his nose as he studies intently at his handy work.

He shakes his head, “Richie a stupid carving doesn’t matter. We all know you’re going to be something when you get out of this hell hole, you won’t think twice about Derry.”

Richie is concentrating on his carving, but he reaches under the table and grabs his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah probably because I won’t even remember it. The others don’t seem to,” he spits bitterly.

He’s been this way since Stanley moved last year and never returned any of Richie’s letters. They concluded after that that the others either forgot about them somehow, or they just secretly hated Richie, Eddie, and Mike the whole time. Richie thinks it is the latter but he believes it’s the former. There was nothing but love with them, it’s not like them to abandoned them. There’s no way that Bill would have secretly hated him, not his best friend, he know that at least. Richie’s insecurities just sometimes get the better of him or he’d know it too about Stan.

His comment reminds him of the fact that Richie and he got into different colleges, in a month they’ll be departing. Richie says they’ll be okay , that they'll stay in contact, but Eddie knows they’ll forget each other, at least for a little while.

Richie immediately notices his discomfort, and looks at him, and squeezes his hand again, “But we’ll be okay. We’ll still write letters and we’ll visit over the breaks,” he says softly.

He wishes they could share a kiss but they can’t here, in the public eye. Instead, he squeezes back, “I hope you’re right.”

“Right about what?”

Freddy jumps, suddenly being yanked out of the memory. Mike has entered the room and is looking at him expectantly, “Don’t sneak up on people asshole,” he snaps. Mike was Richie. They were together. What the fuck. Why doesn’t that surprise him. Stupid pouty lips. And who the hell is Stanley, Bill, and other Mike? He thought of them in the flashback but nothing concrete about them. Surely Stanley can’t be Stan, right? That’d be a little too on the nose.

Mike rolls his eyes, “I’m so excited to be sharing a room with a guy that talks to himself,” he sarcastically replies.

Freddy is about to bite back when Mike absentmindedly rubs at his temple. “Do you have a headache or something?”

“Yeah I do and I’m looking right at it,” Mike snarks but then deflates, “Look, don’t tell anyone, but my vision has been getting blurry since we got to this stupid place. I had to stop helping Stan because looking at the tiny pieces was giving me a headache.”

Coke bottle glasses.

“And you don’t want me saying anything to the others because?” At the very least he feels like Wendell should know about this, since he knows everything, maybe he could help.

“Please just don’t. I don’t want the others thinking anything, enough weird things are happening to us as it is, okay? Can I trust you?” he almost pleads.

Against his better judgment, he agrees. He’s not exactly being the most forthcoming person about stuff either, because there’s no way Mike remembers their past in the before. Of if he does, he’s a great actor, but that doesn’t seem likely. “Yeah...of course you can.”

“Good, now come on. Wendell just called, they’re about to be back with the pizza.”

Fun fact, Mike likes pineapple on his pizza and that’s just another reason Freddy finds him annoying.

-

Everything is going to plan, he thinks. The important thing is Wendell got them all to Derry.

He felt terribly guilty when Syd confronted him earlier. They’re all wanting answers, to remember what he knows, but now is not the time. The turtle will tell him when. The turtle hasn’t spoken to him in the last two days and that does have his nerves on edge a little, but there’s a reason for the silence. The turtle hasn’t steered him wrong before.

His heart also bleeds for the families of the missing kids. IT is awake and IT is angry the losers are back. There are only two missing kids right now in this cycle, but the longer they wait the more there will be. Blood will be spilled.

Syd remembered something today though, so that’s a step in the right direction? Tomorrow he’ll take them down the clubhouse, which should trigger some memories for the others. They have to get closer to their past lives if they’re going to defeat IT, that much he knows. From his research, he knows enough about the ritual of Chud to get them started.

The attic at the library is filled with mementos he’s found and his research, from this life and from his life as Mike. Some he brought when he was coming to the library on the weekends and some still sit in the back of his van to be brought up when no one is noticing. He fell into his old shoes rather smoothly, he won’t make the same mistakes he did before. But God, if only he could remember what went wrong! That’s one of the few holes in his memory and he has got to figure it out or they’ll just be slaughtered again.

Right now he doesn’t have to worry about that, right now he is simply heading back from a pizza run with Sonny. It’s hard, but he’ll let himself have tonight with his friends. Tomorrow he’ll stress about man-eating demon clowns.

Music is humming softly in the van while Sonny holds the pizza boxes in his lap. Sonny ran into the pizza place because even in the modern-day, Wendell can’t trust the people of Derry. They’re almost back to the library now, thankfully. After dark in Derry is when Wendell exceptionally doesn’t feel safe.

Sonny breaks the comfortable silence, “Do you think Syd hates me?”

That came out of nowhere. “Why do you think Syd hates you?” Syd is technically Bev, and Bev was always kind towards Ben when they were younger and Wendell can recall the kiss the two of them shared as adults. He’d like to think that the two could have a chance in this life, but Syd talked to him about Dina. Syd loves her and Sonny will have an inevitable heartbreak. Just add that to the list of things he’s guilty about.

Sonny awkwardly shuffles in his seat, “I don’t know, she just hasn’t said much to me and she did snap at me when I first met her because I was…” he trails off.

“Don’t take it to heart, she was stressed then. And she hasn’t talked much to anyone, except for Stan,” he assures him. Sonny is going to remember Bev and it’s going to hurt when he does, he wishes there was a way to prevent his heartbreak.

Sonny’s quiet for a moment, “Yeah you’re right. I just, I think we were really good friends before, you know? I found myself missing her even when I didn't know her.”

Sweet, sweet Sonny. Of course Ben was still going to be a hopeless romantic in his next life. “You’re going to be okay Sonny,” he reassures himself more out loud as they turn back into the library.

“Thanks, Wendell.”

-

The pizza is demolished in no time the moment it’s set on the table. They were starving and all happy for a hot meal. Stan doesn’t understand how Wendell went so long without it, surviving off gas station food to save money. The horror.

Most of them are settled around the tv he fixed up, watching old movies on VHS that they found. The Addams Family is playing right now. Stan and Jacob are sitting by a wall, whispering back and forth to one another. Just talking about everything and anything. He’s relaxed a lot around Jacob since they first met. The soft-spoken guy keeps him at ease, which he needs right now. His nerves have been on fire since they crossed the city line.

He’s not supposed to be here, or at least that’s what the thought that’s not his own keeps screaming at him. So he’s chosen to live in a state of denial until he knows more. He’d be smoking right now but he doesn’t know how Jacob feels about weed and he wants to keep talking to him. Jacob is also a good distraction from the terror that’s been threatening to overcome him. When he fell asleep in the car, that was the first time he got to rest and wasn’t plagued with nightmares. He has an inkling of a feeling that had something to do with Jacob sitting next to him.

Jacob has told him about his life in Massachusetts, his love for Call Of Duty, and other just miscellaneous things. He hasn’t said much about his trial, but he’s not going to push him for it. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious though. They start to talk and wonder about what their past lives were and Jacob mentions the fact that he knows his name was Bill in the before when Stan stands up suddenly.

“Your name was Bill? And you from Derry?”

Jacob looks up at him confusedly, “Yeah? We’re all from Derry.”

There’s no way. No fucking way. But it would make a lot of sense, could he be him? Surely not but what if?

“Jacob, stand up right now.”

Jacob promptly shuffles up to stand, “Okay? What’s up?”

This is perfect timing, they’re in a library for fuck’s sake. “Just, just follow me,” he grabs Jacob’s hand unthinkingly as he says this. He eagerly starts to pull Jacob to the shelves of books, to the horror section more specifically.

Jacob’s trying to stifle laughter, “Stan where are we going- slow down a minute hey-”

“Aha!” He drops Jacob’s hand. Here’s what he was looking for, right at the end of one of the rows near a window. He pulls off the shelf one of his favorite books, Attic Room.  It's a moment of truth as he flips to the author's description. “Fuck yeah! I love being right!”

“Being right about  what?”  Jacob asks, now more intrigued.

“It’s just, well it’s just I have this favorite author and his name was Bill and he also lived in Derry- I think- but I’m right so it doesn’t matter. This is one of my favorite books by him, people say this one has the worst ending, I disagree,” he takes a breath and Jacob is looking at him invested, urging him to go on, “Well, okay, just look,” he hands the book over, still on the author description.

He takes it and studies for it for a moment before the dots finally connect and Jacob almost drops the book, his eyes fog over as he leans back against the wall with the window for support. He slides to sit down on the floor and Stan is right there with him, worried.

“Jacob, are you okay?” He shakes his shoulder a little. Jacob doesn’t respond, his mind is elsewhere. Oh no, he broke him. “Jacob?!”

Jacob jolts suddenly and shakes his head, “I’m fucking Bill Denbrough,” he looks at Stan intently, “I’m Bill Denbrough the horror writer.”

“Yes! Yes, you are! I mean once you told me that your name was Bill I had a hunch, but I was right!”

He shakes his head in disbelief, “I’m Bill Denbrough. My dad read a couple of his books, that's the only reason that I know him- me? This is confusing,” Jacob’s eyebrows scrunch together, “Did you just say he was your favorite author?”

Shit, he did say that. “Um yeah I did, I used to read him, or you, I guess, all the time,” he has a perfect memory of the time he picked up a Denbrough novel. He didn’t even read that many books at the time, but he was drawn to that book. Those stories brought him comfort in the next few years. Bill, or Jacob, has been helping him for a very long time. He changes the subject, “Do you like to write? Now?”

Jacob becomes visibly slightly uncomfortable, “Sometimes. Kinda lost the drive for it when one of my stories was used against me in my trial,” he looks down at the author's picture, “Well now I know not to look forward to the grey hair.”

Stan glances too. He thinks Bill’s hot, he makes a very attractive older man. Which means Jacob will too. “I don’t know, I think you kinda rock it. I dig the silver fox look.”

They both blush a little at that, Jacob thanks him quietly and looks at the rows of books, the name William Denbrough on the spine of the worn books. “I can’t believe I wrote all these, it’s insane.”

“Do you remember the plots of any of them? I’ve always wanted to pick the famous Bill Denbrough’s brain.”

“Honestly? Not really,” he answers.

Well, that simply won’t do. “I suggest starting with that one then,” he nods at the book still in Jacob’s hands. He stands and goes to the shelf humming as he pulls out  The Dark.  It’s been a while since he’s read this one. He plops down back beside Jacob and opens it to the first page. When he glances back at Jacob, only to see he has an eyebrow raised at him. “Start reading Jacob, I wanna know if you hate your own endings. Think of it as a science experiment.”

“Okay okay,” Jacob chuckles and flips to the front of the book and pauses, “Thank you by the way. Knowing this helped a lot.”

Stan hums an acknowledgment. He wishes he shared the same sentiment with everyone about wanting to learn more about their past selves. He wants his to stay buried, and he doesn’t completely understand why.

The moonlight is pouring in from the window making it easy enough to read. He gets through three chapters before he dozes off, his head resting on Jacob’s shoulder. He’s too tired to care about embarrassment. Jacob must think he’s asleep because he runs his hand through his curls at one point and mumbled something under his breath, something something, ‘safe’. Stan wants to feel safe, he hasn’t in a very long time.

He falls in and out of consciousness when a thud from the floor above him wakes up completely. “Jake?”

“Yeah I heard it too,” Jacob sounds wide awake as he does.

Stan doesn’t get a chance to respond before the sound of Syd screaming comes from the attic.

A/N: Let the fun begin. How do we feel about the character pov format? I know that not all the character parts were equal in length, but there was four necessary povs I wanted this chapter. World building is world building, thank you for baring through the library description. I feel like Wendell is so excited that he finally has friends and they're all staying together, despite the reason why. I scraped a lot of ideas for this chapter and considering breaking it up into two parts but decided just go with this length. One of those ideas was a drawn phone call between Syd and Dina, sorry to my Syddina shippers out there! I feel like I botched Syd and Stan last chapter so hopefully this one makes up for it, I think I'm getting a better grip on blending all the losers personalities with their reincarnated counterparts.

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Change - Ch. 2 | F I V E

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 6,390

A/N - sorry for the wait but I’m going to be starting college soon so I’ve been busy with family, friends, and buying stuff for my dorm. I’m hoping to start writing updates again so here’s the first one many! let me know what you think especially with Greyson in the mix because I just love him so much! also, let me know if you like me including the flashbacks because I kind of loved it and was thinking about including more than what is just in the movie!

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Y/N stared up at the Derry Townhouse in front of her, a sick feeling in her stomach as she realized that she had to go in there and convince her friends to stay. If there was any shot of them defeating It, it had to be with all of them there. That's how they defeated It last time and that was the only way they would be able to defeat It this time.

She knew her friends would think she was crazy. She was well aware of the fact. Y/N just wasn't sure what she was going to say or if she was even ready to face them after what they had all just found out. She wasn't ready for the looks of pity or the reminders of Stan especially since her heart was already so fragile that one more blow might actually kill her.

The woman found herself spiraling down a whirlpool of her own thoughts and she would've only gotten worse if it weren't for Greyson gently grabbing ahold of her hand and giving it a squeeze. Y/N glanced at the boy, his red eyes matching hers despite the small reassuring smile on his face.

Y/N really didn't deserve Greyson as a son. It was almost too good to be true.

"Together," Greyson whispered, reminding her once again that she wasn't alone no matter how much she felt like she was without Stan. Y/N gave a short nod and squeezed Greyson's hand once before the two began walking up the steps of the townhouse.

They were inside within seconds and were instantly met with Richie yelling at Ben and Beverly with his bag hanging from his shoulder, "Whatever you guys are talking about, let's make it happen fast, alright? We got to go." He turned towards the stairs and yelled up, "Edwardo, andele! Let's go!"

Richie then seemed to notice the presence of Y/N and Greyson and let out a small sigh of relief. "I don't know where the fuck you've been, but go grab your shit. We're getting out of here pronto," Richie announced as he walked over to behind the girl and began lightly shoving her towards the steps. "Come on, Uris. Move it."

"Rich, I can't," Y/N managed to say, her words causing the man to freeze before letting out a loud laugh.

"Real funny, Y/N. Now come on. I'm not leaving here until I know you're safe and on your way home," Richie insisted as he tried to move her again.

"Richie," Y/N sighed, but the man was barely listening to her as he caught wind of Beverly and Ben's conversation in which Y/N and Greyson couldn't help but listen to either.

"There's something you're not telling us. You knew how Stanley died. You knew," Ben said, his words making the three wide eyed while Beverly just remained silent.

"Wait, what?" Richie questioned as he let go of Y/N and walked into the small parlor the pair was in. Y/N quickly followed after, coming to a stop beside Richie while Greyson came up behind them.

"You. . .knew?" Y/N whispered, a flicker of hurt flashing through her eyes while Beverly lowered her gaze to the floor.

"I can't do this," Beverly muttered before brushing past the four and attempting to walk away into a different room.

"She knew how Stanley was going to die? Is that what she just said?" Richie asked, but Ben and Y/N were already following after the red head. Richie glanced to Greyson who merely shrugged. The man noticed his red eyes and sighed before placing a hand on the kid's shoulder in comfort as they walked after the three.

"You can't just walk away from this," Ben insisted while Beverly rapidly rang the bell at the front desk. "How did you know where he killed himself? Bev."

The red head ignored them and moved around the counter. "Talk to me. Just talk to me like we used to!" Ben exclaimed, but when his attempts still didn't work, Y/N stepped in and was quick to stand in front of the girl to stop her from moving.

Beverly was quiet as she stared at Y/N, the later staring at the red head in a mixture of pain and sadness as she reached out to grab onto Beverly's hand. "Bev, please," Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over the girl's face as she desperately squeezed her hand.

If Beverly had known that Stan was going to die, Y/N needed to know how and why. It just didn't make sense. None of this did. And Y/N really just wanted the whole picture. She deserved that much.

Beverly let out a shaky breath, tears beginning to fill her eyes as she whispered, "Because I saw it. I've seen all of us die, even—" She trailed off as her eyes flickered over to Greyson.  Y/N's breath caught in her throat and she glanced back at her son who stared back wide eyed while Richie tightened his grip on the boy's shoulder.

A heavy silence fell among the group as Beverly's words began to sink in. No one even bothered glancing at Eddie who was noisily making his way down the stairs with his two bags that kept banging against the wooden railing and wall.

"Okay. I just got to grab my toiletry bag and then we can go," Eddie announced as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He set his bags down and looked up at the group, pausing almost instantly at the looks on their faces while Y/N finally glanced over at him. The look she gave him made his blood run cold.

"What'd I miss?"

- - -

"Okay, so what do you mean that you've seen us all die?" Eddie questioned, not being able to fathom what Beverly meant. Y/N just put her head in her hands, the regret of deciding to stay coursing through her body while Greyson just sat silent by her side at the mini bar in the room they were in.

"Yeah, cause I got to be honest. That's a fucked up thing to just drop on somebody," Richie muttered.

"Every night since Derry I've been. . .having these nightmares," Beverly explained. "People in pain. People dying. People—" She fell short as a look of horror and pain flashed across her face.

"So you have nightmares?" Eddie questioned as he stopped next to Y/N's chair and leaned against the back. "I have nightmares. People, they have nightmares. But that doesn't mean that your visions are true."

He nudged Y/N and the woman glanced back at him to find Eddie giving her a look as if to ask her to back him up, but for once she couldn't. Y/N just looked away and Eddie swallowed thickly, dread washing over him as he looked to Beverly.

"I've watched every single one of us this week," Beverly whispered, her words making Y/N lean further into her hands as she shook her head.

"You've seen every single one of us what?" a new voice questioned. Y/N sat up almost instantly, her head turning around so quickly she could've gotten whiplash. Her eyes locked on Bill who was already staring back at her from where he stood beside Mike, a small look of surprise and relief on his face at seeing her sitting there.

Y/N didn't know why she had the sudden urge to cross the room and fall into the man's arms, but she did and somehow she was able to keep herself in her seat. Bill's eyes flashed with an unreadable expression as he stared at her, but then he seemed to remember what he had been saying and blinked before looking back down at Beverly.

"To the place where Stanley wound up. That's how we end," Beverly said, her eyes flickering over to Y/N who immediately avoided eye contact and stared down at her hands. A hand was placed on top of her own and Y/N glanced to her side where Greyson was giving her a soft reassuring smile as he squeezed her hand. Y/N squeezed his hand back, her heart warming at just how amazing her son was.

"Okay, how come the rest of us aren't seeing that shit? What—what makes her so different?" Richie asked.

"The dead lights," Y/N muttered, her whole body feeling as if it had suddenly been dunked under cold water. She distantly saw Beverly floating in the air, her eyes glazed over as she floated above them trapped in some sort of prison that Pennywise was able to conjure.

Everyone's eyes flickered over to her and Y/N sighed before taking her free hand and running it through her hair while the other one held on tightly to her son. "It's the only thing that makes sense. No one else's got trapped in the dead lights, only Bev," she explained.

"She was the only one of us that got caught in the dead lights that day," Bill muttered as the memory came back to him and the others.

The man shook his head and crossed the room to sit in the seat beside Y/N, plopping down in disbelief while Greyson watched his mother gently reach out and place a hand on Bill's shoulder. Bill's hand flew up instantly, settling on top of her own and holding onto it tightly before the two exchanged a small look.

"We were all touched by it. Changed. Deep down like an infection or a virus. A virus! You understand! Slowly—" Mike tried to say as he reached out for Eddie, but the man quickly slid past him and began pacing around the room. "That virus, it's been growing for twenty seven years. This whole time metastasizing. It just got to Stan first because—"

"He's the weakest," Richie said and before anyone could even blink, Y/N had slammed her hand on the counter in order to push her up off her seat. She was in front of Richie in a matter of seconds, her finger pointed at his chest while a look of pure fury dawned her face.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she darkly said, "Stanley was not weak. He. . .he was brave and kind and. . .and—" Y/N had to pause in order to stop the sob that had begun to cross her lips. "And a better man than you will ever be!"

Richie's face softened as he looked down at his friend and for a moment it was like he saw the same thirteen year old that had been his best friend all of those years ago, the same girl who rarely left her cousin's side and loved him with all of her heart. Fuck, he was an asshole, wasn't he?

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to hurt you," Richie whispered as he carefully reached out and wrapped his arms around the girl, pulling her closer to his body for a hug. She fell against him with no fighting, her body limp against his own while her hands balled into fists on his jacket.

A soft sob escaped her lips and she weakly shook the man as she said again, "Stanley's not weak. He's not. . .he's not weak."

Richie just held her tighter, his eyes flickering up to the others who were all glaring at him. He gave them all an apologetic smile and most of them shook their heads and looked away, but Bill and Greyson continued to glare at Richie from where they sat next to each other at the counter.

"What Beverly sees, it will come to pass," Mike said after a moment of silence where Y/N finally managed to calm herself down enough to look back at the others while Richie continued to hold her comfortingly which no one bothered pointing out. He had always had a soft spot for the girl since they were younger and now was no exception, especially considering the fact that he had been the one to make her upset. "It's what'll happen to all of us eventually unless we stop it."

"How the hell are we supposed to do that?" Eddie questioned, glancing over at Y/N to see if she was alright and smiling softly as he watched her pull away from Richie and return the soft smile that Richie was giving her as he brushed her hair out of her face and whispered another apology.

"The ritual of Chüd," Mike told them.

Y/N scrunched up her nose, wiping at her eyes to get rid of the last of her tears as she pushed her emotions aside and tried to be the brave girl she had been twenty seven years ago when she first fought the clown. "The ritual of what now?" she questioned, her and Richie sharing a look of disgust and confusion.

"Chüd," Mike said again. "The Shokapiwah, the first ones who fought it, they have a saying. All living things must abide by the laws of the shape they inhabit."

"Tribal ritual? Are you fucking kidding me, man?" Richie questioned while Y/N just shook her head and walked over to the line of alcohol bottles on the wall. She was quick to grab a bottle and pour herself a shot before downing it in a matter of seconds. She could feel eyes on her and glanced over at her son who had an eyebrow raised. Sighing, Y/N poured herself one last shot and set the bottle down before walking over to the counter and leaning opposite of Greyson.

"There's gotta be another way," Y/N insisted, downing her last shot and setting the glass down while Bill sneaked a worried look in her direction.

"Y/N's right. This thing comes back what? Every twenty seven years? Let's kick the can down the road and do it then," Richie suggested.

"We'll be seventy years old, asshole," Eddie pointed out.

Y/N winced. "Yeah, I'd like to think I'll be up and kicking at seventy, but I'll have one foot in the grave before I can even think about fighting some fucking clown at that age," she muttered.

"It doesn't work that way," Beverly assured her. "None of us make it another twenty years, not even Greyson, and the way it happens—"

Beverly trailed off again and Y/N glanced at Greyson before clenching her jaw. "You trailing off every time you're about to say something horrible does not make this any less terrifying," Y/N said, her eyes locking on Bill who had his concerned gaze on Greyson as if he couldn't imagine the kid dying a horrible death this early in his life because of Pennywise.

"So if we don't beat It this cycle then we die," Ben concluded.

"Horrible," Eddie added.

"Yeah, I don't need the horrible part," Richie assured the man.

"I didn't say it, she said it. Not me," Eddie muttered.

"Wow, such great options we have. Either give up and die, lose and die, or somehow pull a win out of asses and actually get to live the rest of our lives. I'm loving this whole reunion thing so far," Y/N grumbled, earning a small glare from Greyson as the boy silently told her to play nice.

"Alright guys, look," Bill said as he pushed himself up off his seat, patting Greyson's shoulder once before glancing around at his friends. "I've seen w-w-what he's talking about and it's. . .it's all true." Bill's eyes stopped on Y/N and she lightly shook her head at him, but he only gave her a small look as he whispered, "It's the only way."

Y/N bit her lip at that, staring silently at Bill as she tried to decide if she actually had to do this. But then she was reminded of Stanley and how she wanted to make him proud. She was reminded of Greyson who had a future she needed to protect. She was reminded of the Losers', her friends who she made a pact with long ago at the age of thirteen to return and defeat this clown once and for all.

And then there was Bill. Bill Denbrough, the boy who she hadn't remembered until Mike spoke to her over the phone but the boy who she knew had meant so much to her back in the day. This was the boy who had willingly offered to sacrifice himself to Pennywise in order for them to escape and the same boy who had comforted her after her parents' divorce.

There is no way I'm leaving you behind. And there is absolutely no fucking way I'm going to be able to live a happy life without you in it.

You make me happy, Bill Denbrough.

"Fuck," Y/N whispered as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. She let out a sigh of exasperation and looked at Bill a moment longer, the man giving her a shy smile for he knew she was breaking. She was quick to look away and instead turned her attention to Mike. "If you want this ritual to work—" she trailed off, ignoring the small sighs coming from Eddie and Richie as they both hung their head because they knew if Y/N stayed that meant they would be staying as well.

"We have to remember," Mike told her, his words making the group hesitate while Greyson began to smile excitedly.

"Remember what?"

- - -

"No fucking way," Y/N breathed out as her eyes flickered around the scenery that surrounded her. "The Barrens." Subconsciously, Y/N glanced over to her side, a small smile on her face as she expected a certain curly haired boy to be standing with her.

She was met with nothing but empty space.

Her smile instantly vanished as she was once again reminded that her cousin was gone, but she didn't have long to think about it before a hand gently grabbed ahold of her shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze. Y/N turned, relaxing a bit at the sight of Bill standing there but also feeling her stomach erupt with butterflies almost instantly.

She momentarily saw Greyson glance back at her and Bill from where he stood beside Richie and Eddie who were also looking back. The three all gave her different looks, Greyson smiling with a thumbs up while Richie smirked and Eddie gave her a knowing look. Y/N quickly ignored them and instead looked back at Bill who was watching her expectantly.

Realizing she had missed his question, Bill chuckled before saying, "I asked how you are doing."

"Oh, uh. . .fine. Fine. Fine," she said, wincing slightly at her own words while Bill raised an eyebrow at her. Y/N let out a soft sigh, "We can talk about this later, okay? Right now is really not the time."

"Right, of course," Bill nodded, letting his hand fall back down to his side. "I just. . .I'm here, okay? You're not alone in this."

Y/N hesitated at that, her eyes flickering up to lock with Bill's before she smiled her first genuine smile since the news of Stan's death. Bill almost swooned at the sight and he swore his heart leapt out of his chest for a moment when Y/N brushed her hand against his before grabbing onto it and intertwining their fingers together.

"I know," she whispered, chuckling softly at the sight of Bill's red cheeks while he gripped onto her hand just as tight.

"This is where we came," Ben spoke up, his voice snapping the two out of their trance. They glanced over at Ben before looking around at the part of the forest they were in which looked really familiar. "After the rock fight."

"Ah, the rock fight," Y/N sighed. "Henry Bowers didn't know what hit him. You remember us telling him off, Rich?"

"How could I forget? That was the day I learned you had such a potty mouth, sweetheart," Richie teased, glancing back at the girl and tossing a wink in her direction.

"You're telling me Mom didn't come out of the womb telling everyone off?" Greyson asked, quickly holding his hands up in surrender when Y/N playfully glared in his direction.

Richie suddenly let out a small gasp, his eyes widening as he said, "The Clubhouse."

"Holy shit," Y/N laughed, squeezing Bill's hand as she glanced at the man. "We use to sneak out here all the time." Richie immediately wiggled his eyebrows at the two and Y/N frowned before letting go of Bill's hand in order to walk over to her friend and whack the back of his head. "Not in that way, dumbass. I started coming out here by myself when everything going on with my parents just became too much and Bill often joined me."

"Did you and Bill have a thing?" Greyson suddenly questioned, trying to hide his smug grin behind a curious expression that Y/N saw right through.

However, she wasn't able to handle the situation very well because the suddenness of the question made her face instantly turn bright red and Bill wasn't much better.

"Oh, they totally had the hots for each other," Richie assured the kid. "In fact, they even—"

"Okay! That's enough!" Y/N exclaimed. "We're getting off subject. We were talking about the Clubhouse, remember? Ben, you built that for us if I am remembering correctly, didn't you?"

"Yeah, the hatch has got to be around here someplace," Eddie agreed, sending a small look in Y/N's direction before grabbing ahold of Greyson's shoulder and beginning to push him forwards. "Come on, Grey. You're gonna want to see this."

The two walked off in search of the hatch along with the others leaving Bill and Y/N to awkwardly stand there before the woman abruptly turned around. "I'm sorry about Greyson. He doesn't exactly know when it's appropriate to ask personal questions like that," Y/N said.

Bill just smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets before saying, "No, it's fine. He's a curious boy is all. Just like his mother."

"At least he's not walking into sewers looking for missing children," Y/N joked, her words making both of them halt. The woman blinked and furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm sorry. That kind of just slipped out. I. . .I don't even—"

"Remember that much?" Bill finished, an understanding look crossing his face. "Me too. Although, I do remember some things." His eyes flickered over her face for a moment as if he were trying to find some hidden answer. "What. . .what do you r-r-remember?"

"Just some of the basics like spending the summer with Stanley because of my parents. Meeting everyone and that fucking house It resides in. And I remember some of the fighting, but not that much other than that," Y/N explained.

"Any—anything else?" Bill asked, his eyes still scanning her face and making Y/N's cheeks heat up a bit.

Was there something she was forgetting? She only remembered what she had told Bill and then the fact that she had a huge crush on him back then and that it seemed like he had liked her too.

"No," Y/N hesitantly said, a sinking feeling growing in her stomach once she saw the smile wipe off Bill's face. "Is there something you remember that I don't?"

Bill lowered his gaze to the floor and quickly shook his head. "No, no. Nothing important anyways. Don't worry about it," he assured her, although the tone of his voice told Y/N a different story.

"Bill—" Y/N began, but she was cut off by Ben's voice suddenly calling out to them. Bill was quick to brush past her as he walked over to the others, an action that made Y/N frown and stare after him.

So she was definitely not remembering something, but what?

"You know, I actually think the door was more like around—" Ben started to say, but he fell short when the ground beneath him suddenly gave way and he fell tumbling into what was below.

Y/N's hand flew over her mouth in an attempt to stop her laughter and the others had to stifle their laughter as well while Greyson walked over to the edge of the hole and looked down with a cheeky grin. "You okay there, buddy?" Greyson asked, earning a small groan in response.

"Found it," Ben's muffled voice could be heard calling out. "I'm okay! Come down!"

Everyone hesitantly stared at the hole while Greyson glanced at his mother as if to ask her what their next move was. For a moment, Y/N was met with a memory that she hadn't thought of in quite some time. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked over to the hole, glancing back at the others and giving them a mock salute that made some of them blink in surprise at the familiarity of the scene. In fact, it was like they could see a thirteen year old version of Y/N doing the exact same thing.

Y/N stared down at the hole before letting out a shaky breath. "Welcome back to the Clubhouse, Y/N," she whispered. And with that, she began to make her descent back into the clubhouse of her past.

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1989

"What do you think it is?" Y/N questioned as she rested her head against her hand and looked up at the sky. "A new jump off spot at the Quarry? Some secret passage that will take us to Narnia?"

"Y/N, I don't think it's any of those things," Stan chuckled, glancing over at his cousin as a wide smile appeared on his face.

"Why not? Ben said he had something to show us. It could literally be anything in the world!" Y/N exclaimed happily, throwing her hands up in the air for exaggeration and making Richie groan.

"I hope it's a back brace because I'm going to need it if you keep moving around like that," Richie grumbled below Y/N who he was currently carrying on his back through the woods.

"And whose fault is that?" Y/N inquired, a smirk on her face as she glanced down at the boy. Richie frowned and Y/N chuckled before reaching out and pushing his glasses back up his nose which in turn received a thankful glance from the boy.

"You were the one who bet Y/N couldn't do a round off back handspring followed by four flips in the air before hitting the water at the Quarry," Eddie pointed out, earning a small glare from Richie.

"How was I supposed to know she did gymnastics for seven fucking years? She didn't disclose that information to me. This isn't fair," Richie complained.

"Quit complaining, Rich," Mike laughed, pushing a tree branch out of the way in order for Richie to walk under it successfully without Y/N being hit. "It could be worse. She could've made you do literally anything else, but all she's doing is making you give her a piggyback ride."

"Yeah, through the fucking forest," Richie grumbled. "I really think you just love to torture me, sweetheart."

"It's my job," Y/N replied with a smug look on her face.

"I can't!" Richie exclaimed suddenly placing the girl on the ground and putting his arms up in the air in order to stretch. "I think my back is about to spaz out or something."

"Rich—" Y/N began, a bit of concern flashing through her eyes as she looked at the boy.

"It's fine, Richie. I'll carry her for you so that you don't have to worry about it anymore," Bill spoke up, his words making Y/N's eyes widen as she quickly spun around to look at the boy.

He stood there with his hands in his pocket, a shy grin on his face as he let his eyes flicker over to her. "As long as that is okay, of course," Bill whispered.

"Thank you!" Richie exclaimed before beginning to shove Y/N over to the boy. "I know I practically carry the whole group with my dazzling personality, but I didn't think I'd literally have to carry one of you. Please, just take her."

If Y/N had wanted to protest, she had no chance for Richie had shoved her forward one last time and she was suddenly face to face with Bill. Her mouth hung open a bit, her face beginning to heat up while her heart beat rapidly in her chest.

"You sure you're okay with this?" Y/N questioned, hesitantly watching Bill who just gave her a warm smile and nodded his head before turning around in order for her to climb onto his back.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and placed her hands on Bill's shoulders before jumping up, the boy catching her legs while she desperately wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her face into the crook of his neck in order not to fall off. Once she was sure she was okay, Y/N peeled her eyes open and let out a small sigh of relief as Bill began to walk once again, this time with her gently holding onto him for a piggyback ride.

Y/N glanced over in Richie's direction to check and see how he was doing before her eyes widened at the sight of him smirking at her. It didn't take much for her to realize Richie had planned this, had been hoping this is how it would play out. She sent a small glare in his direction and didn't even think twice in leaning her head against Bill's while the boy tried to hide his growing blush.

The group walked for a while longer, some of them mumbling their own conversations to one another while Bill and Y/N remained silent and enjoyed the small walk.

"Now that we finally managed to get Richie to stop complaining, I've got to say I'm just as curious as Y/N," Beverly spoke up, glancing between her friends before stopping on Ben. "What is it, Ben?"

"Sorry to disappoint, but it's nothing like what Y/N suggested. However, I think it might be a bit better," Ben said, a small smile growing on his face as he suddenly stopped in a small clearing in the center of the woods.

The group came to a stop and Y/N sat up a bit and leaned an arm against Bill's shoulder which she used to prop up her head. "What are we looking at here, Hanscom?" Y/N questioned.

"Oh, right," Ben said as he snapped out of his daze and hurried over to a small spot in the ground. Y/N couldn't quite understand what he was doing and Bill glanced back at her, the two both sharing a look before realizing how close their faces were and quickly looking away.

Before they knew what was happening, Ben had grabbed ahold of something and pulled it up to reveal some sort of hatch with a hole in the ground. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she watched Ben glance at them before he began to climb into the hole.

"Uhh, whatcha doin' there, Ben?" Stan questioned, walking over to Bill and Y/N in order to help the girl get down.

"Come down!" Ben called out. Everyone left above shared a look before hesitantly staring at the hole. Finally, Y/N let out a small laugh of excitement and broke everyone out of their trance as she skipped over to the hole. She gave them a mock salute before beginning to climb down, the others shaking their heads at her in amusement before following after.

Y/N made it only halfway down the ladder before she managed to piece together what she was walking into. A look of shock appeared on her face as her feet managed to touch the ground. She stepped away from the ladder allowing the others to get down as well while she tried to take in her surroundings which looked to be some sort of clubhouse under ground.

"What the dick is this?" Richie asked as he jumped off the last part of the ladder and onto his feet. He adjusted his glasses and began to walk around while Y/N shook her head at the boy. "How'd you build it?"

"When did you build it?" Bill questioned, scaring Y/N as she realized the boy was standing right beside her. She couldn't stop herself from jumping in surprise and Bill quickly looked at her, a startled and guilty look on his face while Y/N nervously laughed and looked away with red cheeks.

"Here and there, I guess," Ben said with a small shrug as if it were no big deal.

"Ben, this is so cool!" Y/N exclaimed as she hurried over to the boy and gave him a big hug. "It's like our own little Narnia."

"Minus the creepy witch trying to kill us and the talking animals and—" Richie began to list off, but one glare from Y/N had him putting his hands up in surrender.

"It was already dug out from something," Ben said while Y/N let him go. "So I just had to reinforce the walls and get some wood for the uhh. . .for the roof door and that's pretty much it. Pretty good for my first time, huh?" He leaned a hand against one of the wood beams and a piece of the ceiling suddenly broke off and fell to the ground.

Y/N had to jump out of the way and she stumbled into Stan who was quick to catch his cousin and help her stand up right. She sent him a grateful look and wiped the dust off of her shirt before linking her arm with Stan like always.

"Now that's a cool feature," Richie mused. "What happens when you put your hand on the other pillar, Professor?"

"Okay, you see, this is exactly why there are safety codes, why we have permits!" Eddie exclaimed, slapping his hand on top of the palm of his other one for emphasis. "This place is a death trap, you understand that?"

"Right. Well, it's a work in progress, okay, Eddie?" Ben said, his shoulders slumping a bit.

Y/N frowned and gave Stan's arm a small squeeze before moving over to Eddie. "Come on, Eds," she said as she gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down a bit, okay? We're fine. Ben was just trying to do something nice for us and he did all of this by himself. Be a kid for a minute and realize how fucking cool this is."

Eddie glanced at the girl and despite his frown, managed to relax a bit before giving her a small smile. Y/N grinned and wrapped an arm around Eddie's shoulders in order to give him a side hug while the boy weakly tried to push her away while hiding his smile.

"Just know if I get hurt, you are liable," Eddie said as he pointed at Ben. "Also, what is this?" He pulled away from Y/N in order to whack a small metal box. "The switch of the Iron Maiden?"

"That's. . .that's a flashlight," Ben replied.

"And what is that? A horse hitch?" Eddie questioned while Y/N put a hand to her forehead and lightly shook her head. She loved Eddie, but he could be a bit high strung at times. "When do you have horses down—oh, this is cool."

He got distracted from his ranting and picked up a paddle ball. "That was like three dollars so be careful with that please," Ben muttered.

"I have one of these," Eddie said before beginning to play with the object. He bounced the ball as far away as he could and looked to Stan with a smile. "Hey, Stan. You see this?"

"Yeah, okay. Can. . .maybe. . .you not?" Stan asked as he flinched back, the others all watching the two in slight amusement and annoyance.

"Maybe not what?" Eddie questioned as he bounced the ball faster. "Yeah, yeah. Hold on. Maybe I'll not what? Maybe I'll not what? Be awesome and have fun and celebrate the magic of the power of the paddle ball?"

Y/N raised her eyebrows in amusement and was just about to tell Eddie to cut it out when he dropped the paddle to the ground, the ball falling off of the string and rolling across the ground and between some wooden skates in the ground.

Everyone was silent before Y/N let out a loud laugh that had Eddie glaring at her while she stumbled over to them and leaned against Stan for support. "That was on you!" Y/N exclaimed while Eddie pouted.

"Uhh, no. It was Stanley. Good going, fucknut. You broke his thing," Eddie said causing Stan to blink his eyes in surprise band before looking at his friend.

"I broke it?" Stan questioned.

"Yeah, you broke it with your face. Y/N saw," Eddie said as he pointed at the girl who held up her hands in surrender.

"I saw nothing," Y/N insisted earning a smug look from Eddie and a look from Stan that practically screamed 'seriously?'

"I'm not putting my fucking hand down there," Eddie insisted before him and Stan began to argue.

Y/N watched the two in amusement before leaning her arm against Stan's shoulder and turning to look at the others. "Oh, this is going to be fun," she said, a grin appearing on her face while the others began to smile.

Her and the Losers would end up spending half of their summer in there and Y/N would be the one to give the place a name one evening when the group was all joking around and eating the candy Y/N had managed to sneak out of the house with Stan. And that very name would stick for years to come.

The Clubhouse.

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[skinks]

i can't remember if it was one of your posts or someone else's where the losers all grew their foreskins back and running to the bathroom to check but it's been living rent free in my head and all i can think of is them all whipping it out being like wtf and then someone (eddie) looks over and is like "holy fuck rich why is your dick so massive literally who gave you the right" and then eddie has a little internal crisis of 'if i wasn't gay b4 i am now'

YEAAAH LMAO THAT WAS ME thank you and also sorry it’s stuck in your head, it’s such a dumb idea but it still makes me laugh.

If the Derry Magic™ canonically reverses Richie’s vasectomy and heals their scars etc. I think it’d be a cool concept if it started to heal... well, everything, once they’re back inside city limits. I’m actually writing a weird ficlet about that idea that’s currently sitting half-baked in my drafts, but back to Foreskins 2: 2Old 4Skin

All the Losers with dicks (aside from Mike since he never left Derry) start shifting in their seats at the Jade and looking down at their laps, alarmed. Given the time period and the fact that it’s... the USA, I’m guessing most of them would be circumcised, so I can only imagine how unusual it would be to feel yourself regrowing a turtleneck. 

But Joe, I hear you cry, if they were circumcised as newborns why is it only growing back now instead of in the <18 years they were in Derry the first place? And if they’re all circumcised why are Bill/Richie/Eddie all so amused at the prospect of Stanley having “the tip of his dick” chopped off at the start of It (2017)?

What do I look like, someone who’s gonna let conflicting meta get in the way of my own conflicting foreskin headcanons? Get outta here!

Anyway, eventually it all gets too weird. Ben can feel a faint pinching that he, quite honestly, hates. They blurt some excuse to Beverly and make a mad dash for the bathroom, trying not to clutch the fronts of their pants like Richie made one joke too funny and there was a collective accident. A Titanic situation. Richie’s trying to think of a joke about this on the move but to be honest his dick feels like it’s growing or something, and ironically he can’t think of a goddamn thing to say.

They’re all waddling. Mike sighs and stands to follow them. “I thought this might happen.”

“Are you guys gonna have some No Girls Allowed meeting without me? Rich and Eddie were already doing enough dick measuring out here, this is bullshit,” Bev says, but Mike is gone. She drinks his beer as revenge.

Any and all dick measuring is happening purely on a visual level, amongst all the panicking and whisper-yelling (whisper-screaming) and vaguely horrified examination going on in the bathroom. Eddie’s had a little too much to drink to stop himself from whisper-hissing his outrage at the size of Richie’s big fucking dick (at least, he thinks later, his stunned disbelief covered his outrage at the fact that Richie wouldn’t even look at Eddie’s dick back, not even to make light of the size difference, the disappointment surrounding it something he’s not yet willing to face.)

When things fail to calm down and they’ve driven 3 other restaurant patrons right out of the bathroom and Mike has been whisper-shouted at four separate times and bullied into showing his own dick, Bill finally puts on his Big Bill Leader Hat and tries to see reason. It’s with a strange sinking feeling that he realises Mike was simply waiting for him to do so, from the pleased smile on his tired face. 

Bill’s not sure he’s looking forward to any situation that might mean he has to lead these strangers again. They’re not kids anymore. Look at their dicks! But this, at least, he can manage. “Wait, shut up - R-Richie shut up, stop pulling at it! This might not all be so b-bad, y’know? Audra - I mean, I h-heard. I read they’re... t-they can make sex, uh. Better. Way better. Easier, for everyone. That’s something, at least? Right?” He looks around, a little desperately.

It takes a few tries for Ben to zip his jeans back up with shaking hands. Eddie looks like he’s about to cry. Mike is beaming around, proudly, at everyone’s newly-cozy dicks.

“That’s fucking fantastic,” Richie says, waving his dick angrily at Bill. It’s a lot more arresting than shaking a finger, Bill will admit. “Just great, Billy - ignoring the completely insane fact that all four of us just spontaneously grew ourselves some fancy little dicksleeves outta nowhere like - Jesus Christ, what is this, the Chinese place from Freaky Friday? Did those fortune cookies swap us into exact copies of our own bodies, hold the mayo, extra pastrami? Do I look like either Jamie Lee Curtis or Lindsay fucking Lohan to you? Did Lindsay fucking Lohan grow a dick like this in that movie?”

“I don’t think anyone has a dick like that,” Eddie mumbles.

“I didn’t see that movie,” Bill says.

“That’s not the point,” Richie says. His dick waves in his fist like a sign language interpreter at the bottom of the screen helping Richie to deliver his tirade. The mirror spans the wall over the sinks, so even when Bill tries to avert his eyes he still fears having them poked out. He stares up at the water-stained ceiling tiles instead. “The point is, you want us all to be cool as cucumbers with little fucking scarves about this totally fucked up, creepy, Cronenberg bullshit because your wife fucked a British dude one time and told you to your face that it was better?!”

Bill frowns, raising his hands. “Well. I d-don’t think that’s w-w-what-”

“Do I seem,” Richie continues, looking extremely frazzled, “like someone confident enough in his sex life that re-learning the ropes at 40 fucking years old is gonna be a piece of cake?! Jesus Christ! I don’t know what to do with this thing!” Another man pushes open the bathroom door, takes one look at them, and walks straight back out. Richie curses under his breath and zips up too, Eddie following his lead, until Bill is the only one standing there with his dick out. 

Something about the situation feels vaguely familiar, Bill thinks, with a phantom ache in his cheekbone. 

Richie flails with the pockets of his jacket. “Zero times foreskin is still zero, Bill!”

With that and without washing his hands, Richie stomps out of the bathroom, head ducked, the back of his neck bright pink. Eddie hastily finishes washing his own hands and scurries after him, seething again. “I knew it! I fucking knew it!”

#sorry im laughing #ficlet #can i call this a ficlet #this is so STUPIDMGKJSHG #Anonymous

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Jealousy

NOT MY GIF

Chapter 3

~3rd Person POV~

The five losers got to the sewer and dropped their bikes. Well, except Stan, he put his on its kickstand.

"That's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy." Stan said while pointing at three similar looking plants.

"Where? W..Where's the poison ivy?" Eddie asked, seeming slightly panicked.

"Nowhere! Not every fucking plant is poison ivy Stanley!" Richie exclaimed.

Bill, Richie and Ashton walked into the sewer while Eddie and Stan stayed just outside of it.

"Okay, well, I'm starting to get itchy...now, and I'm pretty sure this is not-" Eddie started until Richie cut him off.

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

"Sometimes, Yeah." Eddie responded honestly.

"Then you probably have crabs!" Richie said.

"That's so not funny." Eddie responded again.

Ashton and Bill had their flashlights and were searching the sewer for......well, anything really.

Richie turned around and looked at Eddie and Stan.

"Aren't you guys coming in?" Richie asked the two.

"Nu uh. It's grey water." Eddie stated while pointing at the dark water.

"What's Grey water?" Ashton asked, jumping in the conversation.

"It's basically.....piss and shit, that's all I'm telling you! You three are splashing around in....millions of gallons of 'Derry Pee'!" Eddie said, obviously worried about his health.

Richie dipped a stick he found in the water, and sniffed it.

"Jesus Rich!" Ashton exclaimed, grossed out.

"Are you serious, what are you-" Eddie was cut off again.

"Doesn't smell like caca to me senor~" Richie said in a horrible Spanish accent.

After that Eddie started ranting about infections, then Richie threw something. Ashton was paying closer attention to the real reason they were there. Then Ashton saw something in the water.

"Billy! Look." Ashton mumbled to Bill.

He picked up what she  was pointing at. It was a shoe. 

Bill turned around and shouted "Guys!". The rest of the losers quickly shut up, and stared at him. Then they noticed the shoe in his hand.

"Shit.....Don't tell me that's...." Stan said in a nervous voice.

"No." Ashton responded.

"G-G-Georgie wore galoshes." Bill continued as Richie walked up next to them.

"Who's sneaker is it?" Eddie asked quickly.

Ashton pointed the flashlight inside the shoe and Richie looked inside.

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

"...Shit...Oh..God..Oh Fuck!" Eddie exclaimed. "I don't like this." Eddie said.

"How do you think Betty feels....running around in these tunnels with only one freaking shoe!" Richie jokes while hopping on one foot.

"Not Now Rich." Ashton snapped, seriously.

"What if she's still here?" Stan asked, and Bill, Richie and Ashton all turned around to continue looking in the sewer.

"Eddie, come on!" Richie called out as we walked further.

"My mom will have an aneurysm, okay, if she finds out we're playing down here, I'm serious." Eddie said quickly, obviously panicking.

Bill was still looking in the sewer.

"Bill?" Eddie called out.

"If....If I was Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find her, G-G-Georgie too." Bill responded.

"What if I don't wanna find her." Eddie said. We all stared at him. "I mean, no offense Bill, but I don't wanna end up like Geo-" Eddie cut himself off to spare Bill's emotions.

 "I don't wanna go missing either" Eddie finished.

"He has a point." Stan spoke up. 

"You too, Stanny?" Ashton asked.

"It's summer, we're supposed to be having fun! This isn't fun, this is scary and disgusting." Stan said, looking down.

Suddenly, there was a splash from behind Eddie and Stan. They all went to see what it was, it was the new kid, all banged up and bleeding.

"Holy Shit, What happened to you?" Richie asked, leaving the sewer.

The new kid looked over at them, out of breath. Stan and Eddie rushed over to help him, shortly after so did Ashton.

They picked up the new kid and put him on Silver, Bill's bike, and got on their own bikes. They rushed to the Drugstore. While they were riding, Eddie kept ranting about "An AIDS epidemic" currently happening, but none of them really listened though.

They finally got there and dropped their bikes in the alleyway. Bill set the new kid down on a crate and told Richie to wait with him while they got the supplies.

The four losers rushed into the drug store. Eddie quickly grabbed what he needed, while the other 3 looked in their pockets for any money they had. The sum was $6.23.

"Can we afford all that?" Bill asked Eddie.

"That's all we got." Stan said with only a bit of cash and change in his hands.

"Are you kidding me?" Eddie asked with all the medical supplies in his small arms. He started biting with lip thinking.

"Wait, You have an account here, don't you?" Ashton asked.

"If my mom finds out I bought all this stuff for myself, I'm spending the whole rest of the weekend in the emergency room getting X-rayed." Eddie said, while shaking his head no.

A couple aisles over Beverly Marsh, the school's 'Slut', was looking at the Tampax, confused. She made up her mind and went to pay when she saw Greta Kenne walking down the aisle. She quickly went to the next one which wasn't any better.

Luckily, Ashton saw the box and quickly gestured for Beverly to hide it behind her back, and she did. The other three boys looked over and saw Beverly.

"Are you okay?" Bill asked her.

"I'm fine, what's wrong with you?" Beverly asked, seeing all the medical supplies in Eddie's arms.

"None of your business." Stan replied.

"There's a kid outside, looked like someone killed him." Eddie also responded. Ashton quickly slapped Eddie's arm, giving him a 'Really?!' look.

"We need some supplies but we don't have enough money." Ashton told Beverly.

Beverly thought for a second, before coming up with a plan and saying "I think I know what to do, but I'll need Ashton's help."

The two girls walked up the check out.

"We like your glasses, Mr. Kenne." Beverly started.

"You look just like Clark Kent." Ashton continued.

"Oh, well, I don't know about that." Mr. Kenne said while adjusting his glasses.

"Can we try them?" Beverly asked abruptly.

"Well, Sure." Mr. Kenne answered while taking off his glasses and handing them to Beverly.

Beverly put them on and looked at the pervert through her eyelashes.

"What do you think?" The redhead asked.

"Well, How bout that. You look just like Louis Lane." Mr. Kenne said while leaning in.

"Definitely." Ashton said while looking at Beverly.

Beverly then took off the glasses and handed them to Ashton. The petite girl put them on and looked at Beverly and Mr. Kenne.

"How do I look?" Ashton asked.

Little did she know that the boy with a stutter and his curly haired friend were staring at her. A light red blush grazing their cheeks.

"Perfect." Mr. Kenne said.

The small girl then took off the glasses and when handing them back to Mr. Kenne,  'accidentally' knocked over the small shelf of cigarettes behind the counter.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Ashton apologized in a sincere voice.

"It's okay. " Mr. Kenne said while putting on his glasses and bending down to clean up the fallen shelf.

While the pervert was cleaning, Ashton and Beverly looked back to see the 3 losers rushing to leave the store with their supplies. Bill accidentally shoved Eddie causing him to trip and knock over a few items before actually leaving.

Beverly saw a pack of cigarettes on the counter and quickly grabbed them and shoved them in her pocket.

Out in the alleyway the Losers were trying to help the new kid. 

"Can you go get me something?" Eddie asked, while trying to get the wound to stop bleeding.

"Jesus, what do you need?" Richie asked.

"Go get my bifocals. I hid them in my second fanny pack." Eddie said.

"Why do you have two fanny packs?" Stan asked.

Bill walked out of the alleyway to see Beverly walking towards him, wind blowing in her hair. Bill then pulled out a dollar from his pocket and showed it to Beverly.

"T-T-Thanks." Bill said.

"Even Steven." Beverly said while pulling out her new pack of cigarettes.

The two then heard Stan freaking out and looked to see what was going on. 

"Ben from Soc?" Beverly asked herself before going in the alley way.

Eddie and Richie were arguing and Ashton was sitting on a crate. 

"Are you okay? That looks like it hurts." Beverly said while walking up to the group.

"Oh, No, I'm good. I just fell." Ben said, smiling at the redhead.

"Yeah, right into Henry Bowers!" Richie exclaimed. 

"S-S-S-Shut up R-R-Richie." Bill said.

"Why? It's the truth." Richie said back.

"You sure they got the right stuff, to fix you up?" Beverly asked while Bill stared at her.

Ashton noticed this and started feeling a pain in her chest. Ashton then got up and shoved Richie out of the way and walked to her bike.

"Where the hell are you going?" Richie asked, seeing the small girl get her bike.

"Home." Ashton answered quickly.

"But-" Stan was cut off by Ashton.

"You guys know how Alex gets!" Ashton exclaimed while glaring at the group.

She then got on her bike and started riding out of the alleyway. 

"But It's not past-!" Stan yelled, but Ashton was already gone. "Your curfew yet."

 "Is she okay?" Beverly asked.

"Y-Y-Yeah, I'm sure." Bill lied.

"Okay, well maybe I'll see you around." Beverly said.

"We were thinking about going to the Q-Q-Quarry tomorrow, if you wanna come." Bill told Beverly.

"Good to know, Thanks. Oh and, Who's Alex?" Beverly asked.

"H-H-He's Ashton's Ste-" Bill was cut off by Eddie.

"None of your business." Eddie answered.

"E-E-Eddie." Bill said sternly.

"No, he's right. It took Ash four years to tell us. Why should she know?" Stan defended.

Bill tried to think of a reason, but nothing came out. There was silence for a couple of minutes.

"If you wanna know, go and ask her. She lives on 29 oaks street." Richie said.

"Okay then, Thanks anyways." Beverly said before walking out to the alleyway.

"Nice going bringing up Bowers in front of her." Stan said to Richie.

"Yeah you heard what she did." Eddie said, agreeing.

"What'd she do?" Ben asked.

"More like who'd she do! From what I hear the list is longer than my wang." Richie answered, grabbing his crotch. 

"That's not saying much." Stan said.

"There j-j-j-j-just rumors." Bill said defending the redhead

"Anyway, Bill had her back in the third grade. They kissed in the school play. Reviews said you can't fake that sort of passion." Richie told Ben.

"Now!" Richie clapped his hands. "Pip Pip and tally ho my good fellows! I do believe this chap required our utmost attention, get in there Doctor K, come on, fix him up." Richie said in a horrible British accent.

"Why don't you shut to fuck up Einstein, because I know what I'm doing and I don't want you doing the British guy with me right now." Eddie responded.

"Suck the wound. Get in there." Richie Exclaimed.

Even though Ashton didn't say it, Richie and Eddie knew she was filled with Jealousy.

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