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pbandjesse · 3 months

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Today was a really good day. I am absolutely exhausted. And also very cold! I am excited to go to sleep.

I slept okay last night. I was still in a weird mood and I think if effected my dreams. I slept in and I think that helped a lot. But I still probably could have slept more.

I don't remember James leaving. But I would be okay when I got up. I got dressed and felt really pretty today. My lip hurts but is healing. My hair and makeup were great. I was in a good mood.

I had a snack for breakfast while I waited to hear from my mom. She had picked up Aunt Nadine around 9 and should be to me around 1030. So I had a little time to kill. I picked up a few things. Hung out with sweetp. And watched tiktoks on the couch. And very soon mom called me that they were downstairs.

When I got down there I laughed at them because they had parked out front and the sidewalk was so high next to Mom's car that she couldn't open the door. It got stuck on the sidewalk. Which is something that used to happen when we had the Toyota so it was very funny. I directed her to move the car to the side street and it would be easier.

She brought boxes for me for packing which was very appreciated. Hugs all around and then I took them inside. There were many complaints about the steps but we made it upstairs and I gave a mini tour and sweetp was so chatty at them which I thought was funny. He's such a baby.

We wouldn't stay at the apartment for long. We all piled into my car (after Nadine got stuck in the door and I had to feed her. We were really off to a great start) and I drove us to lunch at the Southside diner.

I have never had to wait before but it's a Saturday and we went st s normal meal time so it wasn't shocking. Just not much space to wait.

It was funny seeing Nadine make friends with other people, complimenting necklaces and stuff. And I was just enjoying being with my mom. I was feeling really happy having her here.

We did eventually get a table and the food would come quick. I loved talked to them both though. About Disney and moving and the house and the feelings I've had and I was just enjoying having them be there. I hope this isn't a one time thing.

After we finished eating and paid, I drove us over to the museum to say hi to James. Seeing my mom give them a big hug was so cute. I went to use the bathroom and had a brand new experience!

There was a huge event at the museum today for school kids doing a city building challenge so there were a bunch of kids. And right outside the bathroom was a group of preteen girls in hijabs. They came in the bathroom after me and almost all immediately took the hijabs off! I was slightly shocked but also. It's an all women's space. So it makes sense. But it was like when someone takes off their bra at the end of the day and go. Whew! They all made that face! They fixed their hair and put some water behind their ears and readjusted. It was just so sweet. We smiled at each other when we were washing out hands.

I went to give James a hug to. Mom was looking at the gift shop. Stanley came through and I introduced him to mom. And he made a fuss about me being great. I told him we would be back at BMI tomorrow but it was just to busy today. He said he knew that was right. We headed out soon after that as more people were coming in.

We drove around the block twice because I was struggling to figure out how to park at AVAM. Which was making me very stressed out but Mom told me I was okay and I ended up finding a spot across the street. I didn't know how long we would be there so I absolutely overpaid the parking but it was $3 so whatever.

I brought my staff id card that I was given when I did the contract work with them last year and I asked if I could get a discount. Mom and Nadine were like we can pay we can pay and I'm like shhh I'm haggling. And I got us all in for free I'm the best.

And I had a really good time. The one exhibit was dozens of large scale quilted embroidery pieces that told all the memories of a Holocaust survivor. Just a wild feat. There was also a really interesting exhibit from a woman with down syndrome that made these wrapped pieces and they x-rayed one to show what was inside and that was really fascinating. I really enjoyed talking about the pieces with mom and Nadine. The interesting thing about the visionary museum is that it's all self taught outside artists and there are some really funky pieces and it's just really cool to see how silly or serious or political different things can be. To see the different influences. I really enjoyed seeing the pieces. I love seeing art and it always leaves me feeling so inspired.

Before we went to the second building we stopped in the gift shop. Where Nadine lost us and thought we left her. But we were just looking at the books. I got one about turquoise jewelry of the southwest and they had a basket of Disney pins so I got a few of those to share with Jess. And after mom talked to the cashier and one of the workers for a while we went to get Nadine and walked to the other building. I climbed up in the one structure and we had some nice conversations about art and the other building is fun because it's the painted screens and the whirligigs and Fifi the giant poodle is there. It was fun.

Mom and Nadine were sitting on a bench while I was turning all the cranks and pushing all the buttons for the whirligigs. Nadine was struggling to get their reservation to confirm for the hotel but got them on the phone and became best friends with the customer service person. I was glad they have a nice room to stay in.

I wanted to show them where the house is. So I drove us all to Patterson Park and parked outside of our new place. Mom was surprised how narrow it is. It's 15 feet across inside. It's a little place for sure but they both grew up in a row house so I don't think they should be very surprised. They both seemed to like the block and the neighborhood. And after I drove us around to the alley which was the first time I've done that and it was neat to see how it was laid out from that side. I am curious if we can park there. We will have to see. It might be helpful for moving. But also it's angle parking instead of parallel so that also might be nice.

Mom had to get out of the car to move a trash can. And then I drove us around the entirety of the park so they could see how nice the park and neighborhood was. I also showed them where it gets slightly rougher but even then neither of them seemed concerned. I felt very supported and was just having fun pointing stuff out and being a tour guide.

After driving around the whole park I pointed out again where the house was. And showed how close things were to what, I took us back to the apartment. We decided we would take a break and they would go lay down and we would meet back up for dinner. This seemed like the best plan. And it worked out beautifully.

Once I parked we had big hugs and they left to go to the hotel. And I went upstairs. I was chilly. But I wanted to get at least something done even if it was small. I pulled out my suitcase and got that a little more ready. With my new little bag that I made sure fits my water bottle and umbrella. And affixed my new pins. Packed the ones for Jess. I spent a few minutes trying to find my clean toiletry airport bag. Which I did finally find in my other suitcase. So I sorted my nonliquids and my liquids and was glad to at least get a little bit accomplished.

I laid in bed with sweetp for the next hour and a half. Until James came home. I was just really cold and it was cozy in bed so why would I leave. I was happy to see James. They had a very long day. And we're pretty tired. But they were ready to leave for dinner whenever we needed to.

Mom called me as James was telling me a story about their day and thought she heard yelling. No my husband just speaks in shouts when they are excited. We decided to meet at their hotel at 6. So me and James would leave the house at 545.

And when we got there we pulled into the valet and told them we were there to get my mom and my aunt and the valet man was very nice. Opening doors for them and such. And then we were off.

Matthews would be very busy. I am not used to going to meals at normal times. But it wasn't a terrible wait. I had brought out wedding book to show Nadine so we had something to pass the time. I talked to the people waiting next to us and recommended the Thai pie to them and after they are they thanked me for the excellent recommendation. Which made me feel really good.

Nadine got tired of standing to wait and went and store a seat and I was very worried the waitress would be mad at us but it would be fine. And that's the table we ended up sat at anyway. And it took a while because they had just had a three table family party that obviously overloaded them a little but I was having fun talking and telling stories about hello kitty and giving a presentation on my wishlist for the year and explaining how the CIA selling weapons to Osama lead to Ellen losing her talk show and it was all very silly and fun.

And the food was great. I love Mathews and I'm really glad it worked out even if it was a little wait. I was happy with my family.

After we finished and paid I had James take out picture outside. And I just felt so much love.

We took them back to the hotel. I got out of the car to give hugs. And confirmed our plan for the morning. And then me and James headed home.

We got back here in one piece. James had music going and was singing and dancing at me. Being a goof. Love my silly husband.

I would take a shower. And got in my jammies and now we are in bed and I am really ready to sleep. I hope my mom and my aunt are resting and having fun being girls together in a hotel. I hope they have a nice view from their room. And I really hope we have fun tomorrow.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Kiss your cats for me. Love you guys. Goodnight!

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cocastyle · 4 years

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Stanley's voice was all Y/N could hear as she quietly played with the hem of her yellow dress while her cousin practiced the readings he would have to cite from the Torah. She didn't quite understand all that he was saying due to the fact he was stuttering and mispronouncing a few words, but she understood the gist of it and that was all that mattered so she was proud to say the least.

Y/N always had loved listening to her cousin, his voice holding a soft and warm tone to it that made her relax every time he opened his mouth. But just when a small smile had begun to play on her face as she listened to the boy, her uncle, Donald Uris, had stopped him, a deep frown on his face as he said, "You're not studying, Stanley."

Y/N glanced up from her dress to look at her uncle who stood above the two on the level above. She glanced at Stan who had lowered his head ever so slightly, his shoulders tense as he stared at the book in front of him.

"How's it gonna look. . .the rabbi's son can't finish his own Torah reading," his father frowned, shaking his head slightly at the boy. "Take the book to my office. Obviously you're not using it."

Y/N winced at the harsh words before looking over at Stan again, the boy nodding numbly as he picked the book up. His eyes flickered over to lock with her own and she offered him a small smile which he returned with a weak one before he disappeared from the room to put the book up.

"Y/N," her uncle called out and the girl was quick to look up at him. "I'm going to go grab my things and then you and Stanley can meet me in the car, okay?"

Y/N nodded silently in response and her uncle seemed to like that because he gave her a small nod as well before walking away, leaving the girl to sit by herself in the middle of the synagogue. She didn't know how long she was sitting there before she began to grow a little impatient from waiting on her cousin. Why it took Stan so long to put up a single book was beyond her, but she couldn't bring herself to go after him and tell him to hurry up, thinking it to be too mean.

So Y/N just sat there silently, her fingers messing with the hem of her dress once again as she softly hummed to herself.

"Y/N."

The young girl instantly tensed before her head shot up, her eyes flickering around her in confusion at the voice that had sounded an awfully lot like her father's. "Peanut," the voice said again and Y/N found herself jumping up onto her feet.

"Dad?" she questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she gulped. What was her father doing here? Hadn't she been sent away so that he and her mother could finish off the divorce?

"It's all your fault, Peanut," her father's voice rang out, a confused look crossing the girl's face at those words. "How could you split your mother and I up like this? If it weren't for you, we'd still be together. We wouldn't even need this stupid divorce."

"I-I. . ." Y/N began, but she froze once she saw a figure standing in the shadows on the other side of the room, the figure belonging to someone she thought was her father.

"You split up our family! You're the reason everything's gone to shit. No wonder we sent you away for the summer. It's not because we need a break from each other. It's because we need a break from you," her father hissed, his voice growing nastier and more hateful by the second.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't know!" Y/N defended herself, but her voice was low and trembly and her eyes had already begun to prickle with tears.

"You're a shitty excuse for a daughter. We should just get rid of you now before you can ruin our lives further," her father spat, his words hitting Y/N so hard that she had to wrap her arms around herself for comfort.

"Dad," Y/N cried out, but all he did was laugh in response. However, he wasn't laughing for long before the sound of his laughter seemed to change pitches, morphing into laughter that Y/N didn't recognize as the figure started to make its way into the light.

Y/N felt her breath get caught in her throat at the sight of a clown standing there, the figure turning out to not even be her father. Did that mean the clown had been the one to say all those things?

"Oh, poor little Y/N. All alone and loved by no one," the clown mocked.

"That's. . .that's not true," Y/N insisted as she shook her head, her feet glued to the floor while the clown slowly began to walk towards her.

"Your parents sent you away for the summer, did they not? And your cousin Stanley. Well, he can't stand you. There's a reason he hasn't come back yet you know. He just wants to enjoy the time he has away from you," the clown told her, a smirk spreading across its face as it grew closer.

"That's not true!" Y/N exclaimed, tears falling down her face as she tried to ignore the clown's words. However, that was hard when her biggest fear was the people she cared about leaving her and not caring about her anymore.

"You're alone. You're worthless," the clown muttered, now only a few feet away. He stopped before he could get any closer and Y/N could do nothing more than just stare at him, silently praying that her uncle or even Stan might return to save her.

"No one could ever love you."

Then, before Y/N could even blink, the clown was running at her, its mouth opening up wide to reveal rows of teeth that had Y/N screaming. The high pitched scream that left her lips combined with the high pitched scream of her cousin coming from upstairs (which she had yet to notice) was enough to jerk her body into motion, the girl bolting away from the clown and out of the synagogue as fast as she could.

She was just about to run out the front door when someone coming from the stairs collided into her. Y/N hit the ground hard and opened her eyes only to come face to face with someone else. Another scream escaped her lips and it was quickly returned by the person she had run into—her cousin, Stan.

"Jesus, Stanley!" Y/N cried out, her eyes wide with fear as she pushed herself up onto her feet.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't see you coming. Are you. . .are you okay?" Stan asked worriedly as he got up onto his feet, his body tense as he looked around him almost like he was afraid someone would pop out at them.

Y/N was silent for a moment as she looked back towards the room she had just come from. The clown had disappeared and there didn't seem to be any sign of him having existed at all. Not wanting to freak her cousin out or have him thinking she was crazy, the girl just sent Stan a small forced smile.

"Oh, I'm fine," she assured him, her eyes flickering over his slightly pale face. "What about you? Are you okay?"

"What? Me? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Stan asked, his voice rushing out quickly.

However, Y/N didn't seem to notice and only gave the boy a sympathetic smile before saying, "Your father was a bit harsh back there." Stan's face fell at that, both out of relief and embarrassment since Y/N had to witness the whole thing. "Hey, it's okay. You'll get it. I can even help you practice if you want."

Stan looked up to his cousin in surprise. "Really? You'd do that?" the boy asked, his voice coming out soft as his eyes flickered over her face looking for a sign that she didn't actually want to help him.

"Of course. I've got nothing better to do," Y/N pointed out, a nervous laugh escaping her lips as she looked back towards where the clown had been standing only moments before.

Stan looked in the direction she was looking in confusion, but quickly looked away when he heard a loud honking from outside. "Shit, that's my dad. We should go," Stan muttered and Y/N swore she had never agreed to something so fast in her life.

So together, the two walked out of the synagogue, leaving the nightmares they had just witnessed behind them.

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Y/N stared at her hands which had balled into fists in front of her, her knuckles so white that she swore if she tightened her grip anymore her fingers might fall off. It was the next day and officially the first day of summer, but Y/N had yet to get the events that had taken place the day before out of her head.

Her father's voice. . .the clown. . .it had all just seemed too real to be something her brain had made up.

"Y/N!" Stan's voice rang out from downstairs, instantly snapping the girl out of her thoughts.

She quickly relaxed her hands and lifted her head before calling out, "Yes?"

"Bill, Richie and Eddie are here! I'm going to go ahead and get my bike, but I'll meet you outside, okay?" Stan asked.

"Okay," Y/N called out to him before she heard the sound of her cousin's footsteps disappearing and the sound of the door slamming behind him. It was only then that Y/N looked back to herself in the mirror, pausing slightly to take in her appearance and fix her hair once again before she was walking out of her room to go meet up with the boys outside.

Outside, Stan was already standing near his friends, his bike by his side as Richie rambled on about how he was sure Y/N had gotten even hotter since the last time they saw her. "I mean, five years is a long time. She's probably a total babe by now," Richie rambled. "Do you know if she has a boyfriend?"

"No," Stan muttered in annoyance. "She does not."

Richie glanced over at Bill and nudged him slightly with his elbow. "You hear that, Bill? There's still a chance," Richie teased.

Bill sent his friend a small glare in his direction, but it was quickly replaced by a look of pure shock, his eyes widening slightly and his mouth falling open as he looked at something behind Richie. Both Richie and Eddie gave the boy a confused look before turning around, their eyes widening at the sight before them while Stan just smiled.

Coming out the front door was none other than Y/N Uris herself, the girl definitely having grown up since the last time they had seen her. Her hair was long now, a sharp contrast from the small bob cut she had sported five years ago. Although she still had some growing up to do, it was obvious Y/N had grown into her features more, her body having natural curves that hadn't always been there and that would only grow more defined with age.

Bill didn't know why his face heated up at the sight of her, but it did. And boy, when she looked up at the group, her eyes brightening before she gave them a bright smile, Bill swore his heart stopped.

"Holy shit," Richie muttered as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Stan the Man, you've been holding out on us. Your cousin's smokin'!"

Stan scrunched his nose up in disgust and was quick to whack his friend in the arm before Y/N could hear. Y/N gave her cousin a curious look as she came to a stop before the boys, but Stan just shrugged in response.

Y/N shook her head with a small smile on her face before turning her attention to the three boys who stood staring at her with wide eyes. "Boys," Y/N greeted as she nodded at them. "It's been a while.”

"It sure has and damn has time been good to you," Richie flirted, throwing a wink to the girl who blushed slightly as she rolled her eyes.

"You sure haven't changed one bit now have you, Tozier?" Y/N asked, her smile growing while Richie chuckled softly.

"Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I've changed. In more ways than one," Richie joked, winking to the girl.

"Beep beep, Richie," Eddie hissed as he glared at the boy, instantly earning the attention of Y/N who smiled widely at the sight of him.

"Eddie!" Y/N exclaimed happily. "How are you? How's your mom?"

"I'm-I'm doing just fine, Y/N. Thanks for asking," Eddie blushed, surprised that she had asked him that. "And. . .uh. . .my mom's doing well."

"That's good," Y/N smiled before turning her attention to the last person in the group. Her smile was wide as her eyes flickered over Bill who was staring at her in awe.

"H-H-Hi," Bill finally managed to whisper out, both of them getting flashbacks to the first time they had met.

"Hi," Y/N replied softly, tilting her head ever so slightly as she looked at the boy. Bill couldn't stop the blush that was growing on his cheeks and he was quick to look down at his feet, smiling slightly when he heard the soft giggles that escaped Y/N's lips.

"Damn, Bill's already trying to get the girl," Bill heard Richie whisper to Eddie. Thankfully Eddie seemed to be thinking the same as Bill and was quick to whack the boy in the back of his head as he gave him a 'what the fuck' look.

Stan shook his head at his friends before clearing his throat to gain their attention. "We should probably get going if we want to stay at the Barrens for a while," Stan suggested, his eyes flickering between the three boys before landing on his cousin.

Bill coughed and shifted awkwardly by his bike before nodding his head. "Stan's right. We sh-sh-should go," Bill said and the others didn't object.

Not having a bike of her own, Y/N walked over and joined Stan on his bike, wrapping her arms around her cousin's waist before they took off along with the others. Y/N couldn't help but smile and hold her arms out by her side as she enjoyed the feeling of the wind rushing through her hair and the sun kissing her face.

It was moments like these where Y/N forgot about all of the problems that seemed to follow her wherever she went, her parents' divorce being pushed to the back of her head as a feeling of happiness took over her body. For that feeling as if she were flying and the happiness coursing through her veins, it was enough to make her feel like she was on top of the world.

Bill was unable to stop himself from looking towards the girl, a smile appearing on his face as he admired her. As if sensing his gaze, Y/N's eyes flickered open and she glanced over at him. Their eyes locked for a split second before Bill quickly looked away, silently wondering to himself why he kept staring at the girl and why she was making him so flustered.

Shaking his head, the boy quickly began to pedal fast, exclaiming, "Hi-ho Silver awaaay!"

This earned a round of laughter from the others while Y/N shook her cousin's arm and exclaimed, "Hurry, Stanley!"

"Your old lady bike's too fast for us!" Richie complained as him and the others hurried after Bill and towards their destination.

The Barrens.

- - -

"That's poison ivy. And that's poison ivy," Stan listed off, pointing to different plants as he did. "And that's poison ivy."

Y/N glanced at her cousin and gave him a confused look, but just shook her head and looked to the ground, not wanting to have to explain to him how not everything he saw was poison ivy.

However, Eddie seemed to be the only one to believe him, the boy's eyes widening in horror as he stepped away from the plants. He bumped into Y/N and gave her an apologetic smile before looking to Stan. "Where? Where's the poison ivy?" he asked.

Stan went to point at the plants again, but Richie was quick to dismiss the boy. "No where, not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley," Richie muttered in annoyance making Stan's face drop slightly.

Y/N glanced at her cousin and gave him a sympathetic smile as she reached out and grabbed ahold of his arm, hugging it lightly. Stan's eyes met her own and he returned the smile, already letting Richie's words roll off of him.

"Ok well I'm starting to get itchy now and I'm pretty sure this is not good for me," Eddie said as the five began to walk towards the Barrens, ditching their bikes on the side of the river.

"Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?" Richie asked, glancing back at the small boy who frowned and nodded his head.

"Sometimes, yeah."

"Then you probably have crabs."

A look of pure horror flickered across Eddie's face as he looked to Richie who was trying not to burst out laughing. "That's so not funny," Eddie frowned.

Y/N watched as Bill turned his flashlight on before taking the lead and starting to journey into the sewers. The girl grimaced slightly at the sloshing around sound that followed as the boy walked inside, the smell hitting her nose and it taking all of her being not to gag.

She didn't want to upset Bill, so Y/N continued walking forward just behind Richie. However, Stan stopped short and since she was still holding onto his arm, she was forced to stop as well. She turned to give her cousin a confused look only to find him staring at the sewers with a disgusted look in his face, a tiny bit of fear evident in his eyes.

"Aren't you guys coming in?" Richie called out and that was when Y/N noticed that not only had her and Stan stopped, but Eddie as well.

"Uhuh that's gray water," Eddie replied with a shake of his head.

Richie gave the boy a look before scrunching you his nose and rolling his eyes. "What the hell is gray water?" Richie asked, sounding almost exasperated.

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

Y/N chuckled softly and looked away from the boy, her eyes locking on Bill who was walking further into the sewer. Not wanting him to go alone and knowing that Richie would be arguing with Eddie for a while, Y/N gently let go of her cousin's arm and slipped into the sewers.

Stan didn't notice her leaving until it was too late. He tried to grab for her, but Y/N was already walking away and Stan was too afraid to go after her, so he was left standing there with a frown on his face.

Y/N tried not to grimace as she walked towards Bill. As long as she didn't focus on the smell or the knowledge that she was in the sewers, it wouldn't be too bad.

"Are. . .are you serious?" Eddie questioned as Y/N walked past Richie who had picked up a stick that had been floating in the water. He began to sniff it and Eddie gagged.

"Doesn't smell like caca to me, Señor," Richie told him.

"O-O-Okay, I can smell it from here," Eddie complained.

"It's probably just your breath wafting back into your face," Richie joked making Eddie huff in frustration.

Eddie had to inhale deeply just to keep himself from yelling at the boy and only when he was calm did he speak again. "Have you ever heard of a staph infection?" he asked.

"Oh, I'll show you a "staff" infection," Richie said as he went to pick something up with the stick, neither him nor Eddie noticing Stan roll his eyes at the two quarreling boys.

Bill didn't even turn as he heard his two best friend arguing, the situation being nothing new. He merely rolled his eyes and continued flashing his flashlight towards the water, hoping to find a sign that his little brother Georgie had even there.

"That's so unsanitary," Eddie cried out. "This is literally. . .This is literally like swimming inside of a toilet bowl right now. Have you ever heard of listeria?" Eddie's voice was cut off by him screaming out as Richie tossed something from the sewer at him.

Y/N chuckled softly before finally reaching Bill's side. He was just standing back up with something in his hand and turned to look at his friends only to bump into Y/N, the two suddenly face to face. Bill's eyes widened at the close proximity, but it was like he was frozen in headlights and unable to move.

Y/N blinked in surprise, her eyes flickering over Bill's face. She couldn't help but notice the slight blush that was beginning to grow on his cheeks, but she wasn't one to talk since she knew hers were turning red as well.

"Did you. . .did you find anything?" Y/N asked softly and that was enough to have Bill snapping out of whatever trance he had been in. The boy quickly took a step back before looking down.

"Y-Y-Yeah," he whispered as he shined the flashlight on the shoe he had found floating in the water.

Y/N took a step forward, not really caring about how close they were as she took a closer look at the shoe. However, Bill did notice their closeness and he really hoped she didn't hear his shaky breathing or his heart which felt like it was about to thump out of his chest.

He had really hoped that after not seeing the girl for five years, that his old feelings for her would be gone. But boy was he wrong. Seeing her again just made all the feelings surface once again and if he didn't know any better he might've even said they were worse than the last time.

"Betty Ripsom," Y/N whispered out, reading the small tag on the inside. A small gasp escaped her lips as she looked up at Bill. "Stanley mentioned her once. She's the girl that just went missing not too long ago, correct?"

Bill nodded and Y/N took a step back as she let out a shaky breath. "Well, shit," she whispered, the sound of her cursing being so adorable that Bill couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from twitching up slightly.

Bill seemed to realize what he was doing and quickly shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts of Y/N before looking towards his friends who were still crowded by the entrance. "Guys!" Bill called out, the three boys instantly going quiet as they turned to see Bill holding the shoe while Y/N held a hand to her forehead.

"Shit," Stan muttered, his voice cracking slightly in fear. "Don't tell me that's. . ."

"No. Georgie was w-w-wearing galoshes," Bill informed him, but that didn't seem to make Stan feel any better. Richie walked over to Y/N and Bill before taking a look at the shoe as well.

"Whose sneaker is it?" Eddie asked.

"It's Betty Ripsom's," Richie replied as he read the name written inside.

"Shit! Shit, oh god, oh fuck!" Eddie exclaimed as he shook his head. "I don't like this."

"How do you think Betty feels?" Richie asked causing Y/N to look at him. "Running around these tunnels with only one fucking shoe." The boy hopped on one foot and let out a small laugh but the others didn't laugh.

Richie looked to Y/N, hoping to at least earn a laugh out of the girl but she merely rolled her eyes at him and lightly whacked him in the back of the head. Richie gave her a shy smile and that was enough to make her let out a small laugh, Richie's smile instantly widening at that.

"What if she's still here?" Stan asked, his voice small. That caused Y/N and Richie to look away from each other and over at the boy, Bill finally pulling his gaze away from Y/N with a sad look in his eyes.

Y/N gulped before looking at the tunnel behind her. She then glanced at Bill, the boy's eyes locking with hers almost instantly. She seemed to be silently asking him if he wanted to do this and when he gave her the smallest nod in return, Y/N took in a deep breath before beginning to walk further into the sewers with Bill by her side.

Richie noticed the two moving and was quick to fall into step behind them, calling over his shoulder, "Eddie, come on!"

"My mom will have an aneurysm, okay, if she finds out we were playing down here," Eddie called out, his words making the three stop. "I'm serious."

Y/N couldn't help but think that Eddie had a point. If her parents were here they would be the same way. That is. . .if they even cared.

"Bill?" Eddie called out, knowing that Bill was the one calling the shots. The boy was hesitant to turn around, but when he did he found four pairs of eyes staring back at him, four lives that he was basically in charge of at that moment.

"If-If I was Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. G-G-Georgie too," Bill said, his words making Eddie and Stan look down. It was obvious neither of them wanted to be here and if Y/N was entirely honest with herself, there was a part of her that would much rather be at the quarry than walking through a sewer.

"What if I don't want to find them?" Eddie finally asked, his question making Bill look at him in surprise. "I mean, no offense, Bill, but I do not want to end up like G-" Eddie quickly stopped himself before he could finish his thought and Richie and Y/N both looked to Bill who was trying his hardest not to cry.

Y/N felt her heart ache for the boy and she ever so slightly reached out before placing a hand on his arm, a small way of comforting him without bringing attention to his state or them. Bill clenched his jaw and looked to the ground while Eddie sighed from the entrance of the tunnel.

"I don't want to go missing either," Eddie corrected himself.

"He has a point," Stan muttered and that was enough to have Y/N letting go of Bill's arm as she looked to her cousin.

"You too?" Bill asked, a hint of betrayal in his voice.

Stan looked at Bill in silence for a minute before inhaling and saying, "It's summer. Y/N hasn't been here in five years and this is the first summer I finally get to have her back here again."

Y/N felt her heart drop at that, the sadness that her cousin had been trying to hide from her for all of these years he'd had to spend without her being hidden within those very words. She hadn't known he had missed her as much as she had missed him.

"We're supposed to be having fun," Stan said, his eyes locked on Y/N before he forced them away to look at Bill. "This isn't fun. This is scary and disgusting-"

Before Stan could finish what he was saying, the sound of splashing water had the five tensing up while Stan and Eddie quickly turned to look behind them. Y/N was quick to run back towards the entrance, stopping by Stan's side as he reached out and put a hand on her arm.

Their eyes widened slightly at the sight of a boy around their age flailing in the water. He tried to get up onto his feet only to fall again and it was only when Y/N squinted her eyes to get a good look at him that she noticed he was bleeding from both his stomach and his nose.

"Holy shit," Richie cried out as he ran over and stopped in between Eddie and Y/N, the boy looking up to them once he realized he wasn't alone.

"What happened to you?"

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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 8: Somebody's Watching Me •

Since the day of the rock fight, the Losers had been inseparable. And not only had that day come to be known as the day their bond had been forged but the day they had found a place to call their own: the clubhouse. A small subterranean dugout that Ben had found while playing in the Barrens one day. After many a reinforcement, he had transformed it into a habitable space for him and his six, now seven best friends. After their defeat of the Bowers gang, Ben had taken them into the Barrens, and just across the Kenduskeag Stream to the aforementioned fort where their bonds were furthered forged.

And apart from their dark confessions at the park and the overcast of fear looming over their heads, Y/n had suggested another trip to the clubhouse as a morale booster. They each found themselves there with one another quite a bit, particularly when things were looking gloomy. It had quickly become a sanctuary for the children. And since their taking residency, the dingy little dugout had filled with trinkets and treasures of their own, slowly but surely growing far more homely with each visit.

This particular trip to the clubhouse was less than exciting, everyone was still fairly unsettled from their conversation at the park earlier that day. And the journey through the barrens and across the Kenduskeag was considerably silent apart from the trickling stream and the singing birds. And every so often they would hear the scuffle of Ben readjusting his backpack over his shoulder.

When they had left the park, he had suggested stopping by his house to pick something up and the others complied, curiously. Before they could debate on whether or not to follow him inside, he had returned from his house with a thick brown burlap cloth folded up under his arms. He was unzipping his backpack as he walked across his front lawn, tucking some more unseen things inside before storing the large piece of cloth and ropes in as well.

"What is that, Ben?" Y/n had asked, balancing herself on her bike as it stood still on the pavement, her toes reaching for the concrete.

He had closed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder before grabbing his bike.

"Oh, it's our old hammock." Everyone's face's lit up at his words, the first they had perked since the park. "We had it at our old house, but, we don't really have a good place to hang it here, so I figured we could find a spot in the clubhouse."

"That's a great idea," Mike beamed.

Ben smiled at the comment and turned a little pink. He had always found it odd his interest in architecture, the kids at his old school always gave him grief for it. And over time it became an instinct to bury his interest, to never bring it up. But when he showed the Losers the clubhouse, they were enthralled. With the structure and his abilities. Ben was still getting used to their fascination and support in his passions, but he sure did enjoy it.

And soon enough, the eight Losers found themselves descending the ladder into the place each and every one of them could call home. From the moment they entered, their noses were filled with the overwhelming and concentrated aroma of dust, and fresh layers of earth still damp from previous rains.

It was intoxicating to the Loser's as it became the smell they associated with the clubhouse, their hideaway. Their hideaway from the Bowers gang, their hideaway from the world, and if they believed hard enough, a hideaway from It. A place where they could be stronger than the world told them they were, a place that reminded them that they were stronger than the world told them they were.

But even this trip didn't seem to quite do the trick for each of them.

"I don't see why we're here," Richie snorted, waltzing over to the crooked beam and slapped it gently - learning from Ben's mistakes. "Unless this fucker is demon proof or whatever the fuck that thing is I don't see how this is gonna help."

"Doesn't mean we can't try and have fun while we can," Y/n argued. "Or at least try and clear our heads, calm down a little bit and collect ourselves. We can work something out some other day if we want, but not today. I mean, look at us,"

Y/n gestured around the small circle the Losers had formed at the center of the clubhouse. Apart from Y/n, everyone was quiet and closed off, arms either tucked at their sides or they were wringing their hands. It was not the same seven misfits that stood together against Bowers, but the seven lonely children that were isolated and afraid when It had found them.

"Look, I'm scared too. But somethings telling me we need to enjoy this while we can."

Y/n sighed, her waving arms falling to rest at her sides in exasperation and her eyes fell to the dirt floor. For some unfathomable reason, she would never be able to explain, the turtle from that day at the quarry popped into her mind, and a faint ghost of a smile dusted her cheeks. She looked around at her friends with a reassuring sense of confidence and some of them seemed to take to her words.

A similar thought crossed Beverly's mind and she smirked at her best friend and nodded, hands now tucked into her back pockets.

"Y/n's right, let's just enjoy the rest of the day while we can. It's summer!"

Bill fought the urge to roll his eyes at the familiar argument, but even he couldn't deny the whole idea of forgetting sounded tempting to him.

Poor Eddie - who had been clutching his inhaler tightly to his chest in between puffs of the device - looked around the circle, then up at Richie. Richie looked down at his best friend and shrugged, slapping the kids back and the inhaler nearly flew out of his tiny grasp.

"Whatdya' say, Eddie Spaghetti, you up for some good ol' fashioned repression and denial? Shouldn't be too hard for ya pal, that's what - every Wednesday night for you huh?"

If Eddie wasn't still holding the albuterol captive in his swollen lungs, he would've snapped at Richie for saying such things, and above all that God-awful nickname again! But instead, he rolled his eyes and looked to Y/n, ignoring that his heart was beating just a twinge faster, and hesitantly nodded.

"Great" Y/n smiled, relieved Eddie agreed.

She less than gracefully twirled around - her ankle ached in reply - to look for the boombox Bill had brought last time. Swallowing a wince, Y/n reached the boombox and turned the radio on, giving the room a lighter ambiance already. They soon quickly recognized the song New York Groove, by Kiss as it was fading out.

Y/n turned to Ben and gestured to his backpack.

"So, should we hang up the hammock?"

"Oh! Uh, yeah sure."

Ben took the faded backpack from his shoulder and unzipped it, retrieving the thick burlap cloth as the radio station announced the next song of the previous decade.

The Losers dispersed, making room for Y/n and Ben as they unfolded the hammock, the ends of the ropes trailing in the dirt after them. From the boombox in the corner, came the gentle tune of a piano, and a soft voice spilled into the atmosphere as the last rays of the sun shone through the entrance to the clubhouse.

Ben gestured between two beams structured across the room and the pair made their way over as the song, Our House by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young swelled, giving the rest of the Losers the sense of home and comfort.

"I'll light the fire

You put the flowers in the vase that you bought today"

"Come to me now and rest your head for just five minutes, everything is good"

Ben began instructing Y/n on how to hang the hammock, and the two set to work. Stan and Bev had begun gathering stray leaves that made their way into the clubhouse while they had been gone and set to tidying up. Between the two, it wasn't long before a competition formed to see who could get the most leaves and twigs out.

Meanwhile, Eddie, Richie, and Mike had begun playing a game of cards with a deck that Richie had left last time. Of course, a game hadn't been decided yet. The three boys - mainly Richie and Eddie - had begun arguing over what to play. It was between Bullshit, Sevens and Mike just wanted to play Palace.

"Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated by the

Sunshine through them, fiery gems for you, only for you"

Ben, Y/n, Bev and Stan had finished with their respective tasks before the trio could decide on a game. Everyone's attention was drawn back to Y/n and Ben when they put the finishing touches on the hammock.

"Our house is a very, very, very fine house with two cats in the yard,

Life used to be so hard,

Now everything is easy 'cause of you and our—"

"Alright," Y/n said, dusting off her hands after pushing herself off the dirt floor. "The hammock's all-"

Before she could finish her sentence Richie had leaped to his feet - cursing profusely under his breath when he bumped his head on a low beam - and ran for the hammock. Making sure to go out of his way to shove Eddie to ground for no particular reason and his small frame hit the dirt with a rather loud 'umph'. Protests were thrown across the room but Richie merely stretched out his long lanky legs and rested his head under his folded arms, sighing in content.

"Welp," Richie sighed, popping the 'p'. "You were right, toots. Coming down here wasn't so bad after all. And good thinking with the hammock, haystack. You got a good nugget in there."

Richie winked at Y/n and nodded firmly at Ben. The Losers rolled their eyes in near-perfect sync - a feat easier around one another than one might think - and Richie closed his eyes, ignoring their glares. Eddie was extra furious given he was still feverishly dusting several spots of dirt off himself.

"Alright, wake me when It's dead."

"Enough, Richie." Y/n warned, before turning to Ben. "Ben, what I tell ya? Within the minute."

Ben chuckled and Stan stepped forward.

"Richie, we're sharing the hammock, you have to get up one way or another" He warned.

"Yeah, yeah, sure thing, Stanley the Manley." Richie retorted, still never opening his eyes.

Stan rolled his eyes and stepped around the hammock. Catching Y/n's eye, he gestured silently to the hammock and an unsuspecting Richie. Smirking, she made her way around the hammock and gestured for the others to continue talking. About what, she didn't care. They caught on almost immediately, but Eddie choked. Mike was quick to cover.

"Eddie, if you really want we can play-"

THUMP

"THE FUCK?!"

Stan and Y/n had flipped the hammock and Richie was pulling his dirtied face from the ground with a wince.

"The fuck was that?"

"We all know you weren't m-moving otherwise, Richie." Bill shot.

"Hey, don't throw a fit just cause you guys were too slow."

Richie turned to see Stan sat in the hammock, smirking at him.

"You were saying?"

"Oh, come on! That's not fair!" Richie gestured widely at Stan, looking desperately around the room for scraps of sympathy.

Ignoring Richie's protests, Y/n turned to the others and raised a brow.

"How about we each have ten minutes? That way it's fair."

The Losers looked at one another and a chorus of agreement rang out.

"S-s-sounds good."

"Okay." Mike nodded.

"Yeah, alright."

"I call next!" Bev called.

"Oh, for fuck sake! Don't I get a say in this? Wasn't I the one just violently thrown from the hammock? Eds, come on! Back me up!"

Eddie wore a deadpan look as he met his best friend's eyes, bits of twig that Beverly and Stan had missed unknowingly caught in tufts of his hair.

"Oh, don't try that with me, dickhead!" Eddie shot back. "You're the one who threw me in the dirt, why the fuck would I help you, and for fuck's sake stop calling me Eds!"

Eddie took a deep breath after his small rant and glared at Richie. Scattered chuckles bounced across the Losers, Y/n's loudest of all.

"Good for you, shrimp" Y/n giggled.

"So just fuck me then, right?" Richie grumbled from the ground.

Richie was not quite expecting a chorus of agreements echo off the Losers though he couldn't say he was surprised.

"Pretty much."

"Yeah,"

"Uh-huh,"

"Yep,"

Huffing, he sat near the hammock and began finding ways to make Stan's turn in the hammock unpleasant. Stan didn't take this, of course, having many years under his belt of dealing with the loudmouth. Y/n looked at the pouting Tozier boy and felt a smile creep up and a twinge of guilt. She maneuvered around the hammock, and knelt down next to her friend, resting her ankle on the dirt floor where it wasn't strained.

"Oh, don't look so glum, Tozier. It's not a good look on you," She rested her elbow on the boy's shoulder and he quickly scoffed, brushing off her words.

"Oh please, everything looks good on me, toots, and you know it." Richie shot back, turning to meet her eye. "And I wouldn't be surprised if you wanted a piece of this either."

Y/n guffawed, grabbing the attention of the Kaspbrak boy across the room, who was now watching them curiously. Her laughter bubbled into a small chuckle that would be bouncing around Eddie's head for the rest of the day like a catchy song. He watched fondly as the two engaged with one another and he noted how well they always got along.

Y/n shook her head, trying at no avail to shake the smile from her lips. "You wish, Tozier."

Richie held a smile of his own as he looked to her, that was until he glanced past her head and across the room to see the captivating gaze Eddie was held in. His big brown eyes focused on the girl beside him and that familiar pang that always returned when he caught Eddie staring at her like that. Richie swallowed thickly, his quick wit and sharp tongue taking over and he returned his attention to Y/n as if nothing happened.

Richie shrugged, clicking his tongue. "No need to be shy, babe. Everybody wants a slice, and there's plenty for you."

He puckered his lips and exaggeratedly smacked his lips at her and it was enough to do the trick. Her smile was gone, quickly replaced by her lips pressing into a firm line as she shoved his head away playfully. The Losers chimed in almost immediately. Various disgusted and disgruntled 'Beep beep, Richies' rang out after that comment and Y/n finally rose to her feet with a simple grunt.

"Ech, I told you not to call me that, you dick." She grumbled, though she bit back a defeated smile, as she walked away.

"That's my name, don't wear it out-" They said in sync, Y/n joining Bev on the bench on the far wall. "Yeah, yeah, I walked right into that one."

Richie sniggered triumphantly, and with his new burst of confidence, he returned to his attempts to aggravate Stan. Ben meanwhile, had begun making plans for another seating arrangement in his head, to divert some attention away from the hammock. He remembered he had some spare rope he kept with him in his backpack for such occasions - spur of the moment projects - and there were some sturdy enough boards laying around the place. By the end of the day - hopefully, with help - he could fashion a small swing seat for him and his friends. Not to swing, of course, there wasn't enough stability for that, but for sitting.

He shared his plan with Bill and the two got to work. Bill thought it was a terrific idea, given how much fuss was being made over the hammock. Occupying the far corner of the room, was Mike and Eddie sat at the low coffee table the Losers had found last Wednesday. Mike had made the discovery, passing through one of the smaller neighborhoods in Derry when he saw someone had left it out on the street for the taking. The Losers gathered that morning and hauled it to the clubhouse, took all day to get it there but at least they had a surface for cards and such. Between Mike and Eddie, it was a bit easier to decide on a card game. They landed on Palace, and Eddie was finding he was having loads more fun than he did with Sevens.

In between turns, he would find his eyes wandering past Mike at the bench on the wall. Y/n was thoroughly invested in Beverly's story, she was nodding along eagerly with a smile creeping up on her face. Eddie hadn't realized one was creeping up on his own, but he jumped slightly when she burst out laughing. Perhaps he was startled by the noise or he was just on guard from staring. Eddie looked away but he cursed himself when he realized she was looking at him.

She had seen it.

As for Y/n, she felt her stomach do a small flip when she felt a certain pair of brown eyes on her. Still smiling, she looked past Beverly, and on the ground, sitting curled up on a mat at the coffee table, blushing profusely and attempting desperately to avoid eye contact was Eddie.

A small hum of a laugh vibrated through Beverly's chest, and without looking at him, she knew.

"Is he looking at you again?" A smirk painted her face.

Y/n hummed a response she knew Eddie wouldn't notice. With a fleeting burst of confidence, Y/n looked at the small boy, meeting his eye, and winked. She returned her attention to Bev, smirking yet she couldn't help but keep an eye on him. The poor boy blushed instantaneously, his neck and face grew hot and when Mike returned his attention to his friend - he had been too caught up in what cards to play - became very concerned. Eddie was now completely red. But this time he didn't look away, and despite his racing heart and raging blush, he allowed himself to meet her eye once more and much to his surprise, the ends of his lips even twitched into a smile.

Y/n was attempting to hide blushes of her own, but not much time passed until the topic had changed along with the music. Each of them was swept back up in their own conversations in no time, though their minds replayed the small moment over and over. By now, several songs had come and gone, filling up the minutes of the time that wasted away in the company of the Losers.

The eight misfits were not fully immersed in their own activities, but still very much engaged with another. And it wasn't long until the looming threat of their previous subject at the park was briefly forgotten. For now, they were safe, tucked away in their own private corner of the world, lost in the blissful moments of childhood.

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Bill inserts the last tack into the wall, the large map reading 'DERRY SEWER SYSTEM' now hangs in the garage. As usual, the Losers had arrived at slightly different intervals. Mike and Stan arrived first, and Mike helped set up the projector while Stan was hanging blankets over the windows to prevent as much light as possible from entering. Ben had arrived shortly after, be had brought the slides that Bill had requested, and the last to show was Bev and Y/n who had left their complex together and ran into Richie and Eddie on the way.

He could hear their conversation coming up the driveway, and the sounds of Bev eagerly greeting Ben and the others - seemingly happy to get a break from being the fourth wheel.

"What's the matter, Eddie? Don't tell me you're afraid of the shape-shifting clown, are ya?" Richie spoke, as the three came to a stop near the garage where they discarded their bikes.

"Oh, fuck off, Richie!" Eddie huffed.

Y/n laughed, but it was very weak and sounded almost forced. "Don't worry Eddie. Richie and I have your back. Right, Richie?"

Instinctively, her hand found Eddie's back and she pats him gently. Y/n smiled weakly, and it was clear she was just as nervous. Her hand fell from his back and immediately, Eddie missed it being there. Eddie didn't know how to respond, all he could muster was a shaky smile in thanks. It wasn't much, but he knew she had gotten the message.

In turn, Richie began ruffling Eddie's hair and the boy flinched trying to escape his friend's grasp.

"Hey! Hey, what the hell are-?"

"Why, of course, we got to protect ol' Eddie Spaghetti! In fact," A light bulb went off over Richie's head and he looked to Y/n who was listening amused. "Y/n and I, are the proud co-founders of... P.E.K.S"

Eddie finally manages to escape from Richie's torment and he huffed, attempting to adjust his hair. Eddie looks up at Richie, giving him an odd look, unknowingly Y/n was just as taken aback.

"The what? What the hell are you talking about?"

Richie swung his arm around Eddie and the three continued their journeys into the garage, finally joining the others. The rest of the Losers were just finishing laying out chairs and pillows for them to sit on.

"You don't know? It's P.E.K.S, that is 'p', 'e', 'k', 's' my friend, P.E.K.S. Protect Eddie Kaspbrak Squad and we take our job very seriously, don't we toots?"

An honest laugh escaped Y/n and for once she was relieved she had stayed quiet and went along with Richie's antics to find out, cause she agreed wholeheartedly. Swallowing her surprise, a smile found it's way onto her face and she looked to Eddie.

"Damn straight, shrimp."

Mike reached the garage door and reached for the handle, he paused taking one look around the room at his friends.

"Everyone set?"

Mike was met with scattered confirmations and with one swift tug of his arm, he pulled the door shut. All remaining sunlight - apart from a few weak rays peaking through the roof slats and the edges of the blankets - had vanished. All that illuminated the garage was the pale white light of the projector where Bill had just put in the slide Ben had brought of Old Derry. The same slide he had found in Ben's room the day they had gone to the quarry.

The group dispersed, getting situated around the projector. Unfortunately, they weren't able to find many seats so that left Mike and Bill standing near the back and Y/n opted for a floor pillow in front of the projector where she could see.

It also didn't hurt that she was near Eddie. But she did feel a bit exposed, she was front and center and the others were tucked in with one another in a way. However, it did give her the benefit of stretching out her bad leg. And yet, Y/n could not quite shake the feeling rooted deep inside her. To her it felt eerily similar to a common phenomenon experienced by millions of people around the globe, to her it felt as if she - and her friends, in their anxious huddle - were gathering around preparing themselves in front of their screen. Accompanied by the sickly feeling of dread and anxiety, mere butterflies - the special kind of butterflies - in her stomach that migrated only when a scary movie was about to start.

And decades in the future her brain would tell her it was nothing more than that. That that awful, nauseating feeling that had bubbled in the pits of her stomach that day was nothing more than a product of special effects and a cheesy plotline. And anytime coworkers would talk about movie nights they had as kids, and engage with her about such things, her mind would show her nothing more than a hazy ersatz memory it had painted for her.

Of her, under blankets and pillows, surrounded by kids - she would never stop to realize the faces were fuzzy, people she didn't know, she always felt alone in these memories. Her at the front of the pack, all crowded around a white television screen, her and the blurry kids, jumping back in fright at the blank white picture of static. This is all she would come to remember. A scary movie, with some blurry faces, five or six at least - one of the faces always stuck out stronger than the others, just a little bit clearer and wildly familiar but the thought would never linger long enough for her to recognize them. Y/n wouldn't remember that she was in fact with Stan Uris and Beverly Marsh, or even Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, and Ben Hanscom all stuffed in Bill Denbrough's garage on a hot summer day in July, investigating the darkest mystery of their small hometown.

But at the moment, all Y/n knew was that they were simply looking at Bill's projector, and he was sharing his theory and where It lives. Truthfully, Y/n did not know what to expect beyond that, but she could not shake that pit in her stomach. The pit that reminded her of the sickly feeling one gets when they are about to watch a horror movie. When the harsh violin plays, and the thunder strikes and one can feel the adrenaline coursing through their veins and they're trembling in all the excitement.

Y/n didn't like that she felt this way, but she tried to dismiss it. Even if there was credit it to it - she didn't want to admit there was but if she did at least she was surrounded by her friends. The slide came into the focus, and the words 'MAP of the city of DERRY' appeared in the corner. Suddenly, all the details of Derry were splayed out perfectly in line with the Derry Public Works system Bill had hung up. The children could now see the entire town of Derry, including the interconnecting pathways and tunnels below, represented by a strangely ominous bright red line. It branched out from the far left corner of the map, skewing off into many different branches, touching every corner of Derry.

"Look," Bill said, gesturing to something he had scribbled on his map. "T-T-That's where G-G-Georgie disappeared."

Everyone's eyes fell on the small 'x' marked on a red line on Jackson street. Scratched in black ink next to it were the words, 'Storm Drain'. Bill gestured to another familiar location that overlapped a red line.

"There's the Ironworks. And The Black Spot."

Sure enough, sprinkled across the map of Derry were the mentioned locations of Derry's biggest disasters. Each of them bordering the sewers.

"Everywhere it happens, it-it's all connected by the sewers," Bill said.

Every red branch, every red line, all came from one spot, one source on the map where everything overlapped. The pits in everyone's stomachs bloomed and they all knew.

"And they all meet up at the-"

"The well house." Ben realized aloud.

Eddie looked back slowly and tentatively towards the screen. Much like his friends his heart was pounding faster and faster. But Eddie could feel the familiar grasp around his lungs, and it only tightened at Stan's words.

"It's in the house on Neibolt Street," Stan said, in a similar realization.

Eddie remembered all too well the last time he had been there. But part of him had hoped it was all a nightmare. Some sick and cruel elaborate scene his mind had conjured up.

"You mean that creepy-ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep?" Richie asked.

Shakily, Eddie pulled out his inhaler and gave it a good shake before bringing it to his lips. He tried his best to keep the medicine in his lungs long enough for it to take effect but he choked down a gasp, as he hunched over. Y/n moved closer to Eddie and her eyes fell to his free hand. Cautiously, she took it, looking to him for silent confirmation, he seemed too involved with steadying his breathing to notice it seemed.

"I hate that place," Beverly mumbled nervously, unaware of the pair in front.

Y/n assumed he was too frightened to notice her acts of comfort. That was until she felt the muscles in his hand relax, only slightly, and gave her palm a gentle squeeze in thanks.

"It always feels like it's watching me." Bev continued.

Letting out a shaky breath, and slowly but surely regaining his composure, Eddie sat up. Though he neglected to release Y/n's hand, and he was sure in any other moment he would be a blushing mess but this felt stable to Eddie. It felt like a lifeline, a reminder he wasn't alone. Not like Neibolt.

"That's where I saw It." He gulped. "That's where I saw the clown."

Y/n hadn't realized immediately that she had been tracing circles into the back of his hand with the pad of her thumb. It was a habit she had developed since that first night of summer, anytime she was nervous she would tuck in her legs against her chest, and her fingers would absentmindedly find their way to her bandages. The pads of her fingers fidgeting with the frayed ends just to satisfy the creeping feeling of restlessness.

"Tha-That's where It lives," Bill said.

Eddie took another sharp breath of his inhaler, and this time around had better luck holding his breath. Y/n continued to stare at the big red dot on the map, it almost felt as if she were to look away it would disappear. Like finding a spider and leaving the room to find something to kill it with, only to return to find it had crawled away.

"I can't imagine anything ever wanting to live there," Mike said shakily.

Eddie jumped from his seat suddenly, his hand leaving Y/n's and they all watch as he scrambles to front, the projector illuminating his small frame.

"Can we stop talking about this?" Eddie yells, gasping for air his arms waiving desperately as panic overwhelms him. "I-I-I can barely breathe. Th-This is summer. We're kids. I can barely breathe, I'm up here having a fucking asthma attack. I'm not doing this."

Eddie whirls around and grabs the map of Derry's Sewer System and rips it off the wall.

"What the hell? Put the map back." Bill snaps.

Eddie shakes his head firmly. "Mm-mm."

A loud click grabs their attention, and the screen over Eddie darkens briefly before it changes to another slide.

Y/n turns around to look between Bill and the device.

"Bill, what are you doing?"

"N-nothing, that w-wasn't me."

Another click.

And another.

The projector began clicking forward on its own, and it had now reached the beginning of the reel. Photos of the Denbrough family on vacation began to play, the photos changing at a regular pace.

"What's going on?" Stan asked impatiently.

Eddie backed away slowly, his eyes never leaving the projector. Y/n cautiously shifted back on the pillow, farther away from the wall.

"I got it. Hold on." Mike offered gently.

He fiddled with the projector, he pressed every button several times but it was no use. It must have been jammed. At the very least, he hopes it was.

"Guys," he mumbled nervously, words dying on his tongue.

Several photos had come and gone, and the projector now focused on a shot of the four Denbroughs in their Sunday best. They were all holding hands and Mrs. Denbrough's red hair was being whipped around in the wind, blocking her face.

The projector clicked again, but the scene did not change. The shot was brought closer to Georgie, and Ben was instantly reminded of his trip to the library before he met the rest of the Losers.

"Georgie," Bill croaked, as the image zoomed closer and closer to boy's toothy grin.

"Bill?"

By, now Y/n had risen from the pillow and scrambled back into the stool Eddie had previously occupied.

The speed picked up and the pictures grew faster and faster as the projector flew through the slides. The picture moved more like that of a stop motion animation than a movie, every other movement caught on film. The camera angles itself up and changes focus to what is supposed to be Mrs. Denbrough. The red tendrils of hair begin to move, rapidly increasing until it isn't every other fragment but more like a regular picture movie.

And to their horror, the hair is cast aside and underneath is the painted white face of the clown. It's unnaturally buck teeth sinking into the flesh of It's own bottom lip. A wicked smirk drawn all the way up to past It's yellow eyes.

Y/n jumped back, her arms outstretched behind her and she began herding Stan, Eddie and herself away from the wall.

"What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that?" Richie hollered, pulling Eddie and Y/n toward him.

Eddie nearly tripped over Richie's chair as he was pulled into his grasp and Y/n still had her arms out herding them backward. She could hear Eddie's shrieks clearly from behind her.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!"

"Stan!" Y/n cried.

Stan had somewhat frozen in place, much like Ben, Bev and Bill had but even they were backing away slightly. He didn't seem to hear her and looked around frantically at her friends. Beverly, Stan, and Richie had not seen the clown before even though they had each encountered it. It had never appeared to them before as a clown and if she wasn't in immediate danger Beverly would have stopped to think about how this thing was in the living room with Y/n while she was asleep.

"Turn it off!" She shouted quickly. "TURN IT OFF!"

Y/n's top priority was ensuring Stan's safety, so she lurched forward and grabbed Stan by the back of the shirt, and yanked him back. He crashed into Mike and Eddie she glanced at the projector, trying desperately to bury the overwhelming thoughts and possibilities. Her eyes landed on the cord and she ripped the plug from the socket but the picture kept moving and she could feel the clown's eyes smiling at her, smugly. Her now in It's direct sights, It began to mimic that night, the clown blinked and the white's of It's eyes had disappeared. Nothing but dark chasms and two glowing yellow irises floating in the center.

It all became infinitely more real to Y/n. And It pissed her off. She raised her good leg, and with a forceful grunt, she kicked the crate and the projector toppled onto the ground. Light from the machine had bounced all around the room on its journey to the floor and it landed upside down, picture crookedly aimed at the wall behind her and to the right of the four boys.

Everyone froze, too fearful to move. Y/n most of all. She had gotten Stan to safety - she could only hope - but now she was in his place when another click echoed throughout the silent room. Frozen on the screen was the clown. It was blurry and It almost looked stuck but all Y/n could do was try and catch her breath, and calm her racing heart. Another click. She felt as if she was stuck, her body not her own and just like a nightmare no matter how much she was begging her legs to move they wouldn't budge. Another click. The image went blank, and several shaky breaths were released.

Another slow click and the gigantic clown popped out of the picture, barely missing Y/n. She shrieked, and only then did her limbs catch up with her brain's signals. She cursed herself and her dumb fucking luck when she felt her footing slip out from underneath her. One of the dozens of slides had scattered the garage floor around her and caused her fall. She landed squarely on her backside and she scrambled back as far and fast as she could as the clown crawled forward after her. It's unnaturally giant size took up the entire garage.

There wasn't a Loser who didn't scream after her. Richie snapped into action and while Y/n had made it pretty far on her own for It's speed and her aching leg, Richie quickly hooked his arms under hers and dragged her across the garage, not bothering to waste time by stopping to drag her to her feet. The others were tumbling across the garage to get the door tripping over one another as they ran and Y/n watched in horror as the clown reached out it's long and thinning twig-like arm after her. It's sharp talon-like claws soaked with her blood - as it had been that night - reached for her and as her legs were scrambling across the pavement. Trying desperately to retract them from his grasp and the last thing she saw before a flood of light engulfed her vision was the clown's black eyes glaring at her as it reached for her legs.

Y/n felt as if her lungs might explode from how fast she had been inhaling air. Before she could process what had happened she found herself looking up at the ceiling of Bill's garage, several faces looking down at her. Sunlight was flooding into the room and she could barely register that the garage door was now open.

"Y/n!"

"Oh, my God"

"What the fuck was that?"

"Y/n? Y/n!"

"I don't know, man!"

Y/n could feel herself shaking horribly, and she suddenly noticed several hands on her shoulder and back and she realized she was sitting up. She flinched at their touch and she looked around the room quickly, afraid she would find It lurking somewhere.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

"Jesus, fuck!"

"Y/n?"

Blinking several times she looked around and saw the scattered faces of her friends. Everyone was panting heavily. Her face collapsed in the palm of her hands and she was breathing frantically, reminding herself to at least try and slow her lungs and heart. Her body rocked back and forth slightly, her adrenaline still pumping, needing an outlet. Needing to move. Finally, her breath began to slow and she looked up, nodding at her friends to ease their minds.

"Thanks... Richie," she managed between breaths.

"No problem," he panted, just as jarred. "Just for fuck sake, run next time, will ya?"

Beverly and Eddie came into view and extended their hands for her and she gladly accepted both. Y/n hissed slightly at her aggravated leg and when she looked down she was relieved to see no further damage had been done. Shakily, Stan spoke up.

"T-thanks, Y/n," His eyes held relief, but also a hint of guilt.

A weak and broken smile was all Y/n could manage. Eddie had finally gathered enough air in his lungs to speak and he did just that, albeit quite shaken.

"It saw us." He panted. "It saw us, and it knows where we are!"

"It always did," Bill said, striding out towards the pile of bikes in the driveway. "So, let's go."

"Go?" Ben asked, dumbfounded.

Bill turned to see his friends still in the garage, rooted in place and looking at him incredulously.

"Go where?" Ben asked again, this time his voice wavering.

Bill couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Neibolt." He shot. "That's where G-G-Georgie is."

Stan angrily threw his arm back, gesturing to the remains of their previous encounter.

"After that?"

"Yeah, it's summer. We should be outside." Richie said timidly, a tone they had scarcely heard him use if at all.

Bill felt anger boil up in his chest at the words, his stutter flaring up with it as it usually did.

"I-If you say it's s-summer one more f-f-fucking time..." He snapped, and he felt the anger redirect itself.

Neibolt. He was going to Neibolt with or without his friends. He was going to get his brother. Bill shook his head, dismissing the conversation. He picked up his trusty bike and hopped on. He took off down the long driveway, leaving his friends behind.

"Bill!" Beverly called. "Wait!"

The seven friends look around at one another in disbelief, as Bill disappears around the corner on the back of Silver. He was going to face it alone, and in turn, he gave the Losers no choice less they surely lose their friend.

They had to follow him.

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fromheroestodust · 5 years

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Be Alright

Summary: Stanley goes through the mind breaking experience of someone he loves dying at the hands of his worst fear.

Warnings: cussing (duh), dead body?, Much sadness

Word count: 1,471

Pairing: Stanley Uris x reader

A/N: this is based off of the song Be Alright by Dean Lewis! This is also my first It fic! (Sorry if it's shit, I didn't edit) also this is the first fic I've posted in a while, I have a lot but I haven't really been motivated to post them. I promise I'll be posting more soon ! (Also I know that this isn't really what the song is about but I wanted to change it a lil)

I look up from the ground

To see your sad and teary eyes

You look away from me

And I see there's something you're trying to hide

And I reach for your hand but it's cold

You pull away again

And I wonder what's on your mind

"Y/n? What's wrong?" I ask, concern quickly spreading to my voice. She never acted like this.

And then you say to me you made a dumb mistake

You start to tremble and your voice begins to break

"I made a dumb mistake, Stanny." Y/n mumbles, her voice cracking with her words. The blood drains from my face as I see her suddenly turn around, her eyes void of life as tears stream from them.

I bolt upright in my bed, my chest heaving for breath and my skin covered in cold sweat. The memories of everything that'd been going on the past few weeks suddenly washes over me, nearly pulling me under the waves as a hybrid of a sob and a cry escapes my throat and I bury my face in my hands.

So I still look back at all the messages you'd sent

And I know it wasn't right, but it was fucking with my head

I stand after ten minutes of sobbing and rubbing my eyes raw and walk towards my desk. I open one drawer that was flooded with notes and letters and remove one, a sad smile grazing my face as I read the messy hand writing.

Dear Stanny,

I'm coming back in a week! I'll be sure to bring you plenty of shells from the beach. I love you, more letters soon!

Lovingly, Y/n

The others keep telling me I shouldn't keep rereading the letters because every time I did I would end up crying again but I couldn't stop myself. It was one of the only things I had left of her.

I gently place the letter back down in the drawer before moving on to the things on top of the desk. A few dead flowers and a jar filled with seashells sits in the corner. I gingerly pick up one of the flowers with dry purple petals before setting it down again.

My mind starts running to the week before the incident no matter how much I beg it not too.

But it's not the fact that you kissed him yesterday

It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake

"Y/n, truth or dare?" Richie asks, a mischievous shine in his eyes. I look to Y/n who sits next to me, a grin grazing her face.

"Dare."

"I dare you too... Kiss Bill." Richie states.

My face falls as does hers but she crawls across the circle, quickly pecks the corner of Bill's mouth, flicks off Richie, and returns to my side. Though everyone else stares in shock I start seeing red.

"I think I'm going to go home." I say through gritted teeth before standing and walking towards the basement door.

I hear footsteps behind mine up the stairs but ignore them until someone pulls my shoulder and forces me to turn around.

"Stan? What's wrong?" Y/n asks, concern and curiosity displayed in her eyes. A humourless laugh escapes my mouth.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you kissed Bill, Y/n." I respond with bitterness I never even imagined I could use towards her.

"It was a dare. There's nothing else than that." She says, clearly confused to my reaction.

Betrayal pangs in my heart as I stare down at her. "Just because it was a dare doesn't mean that it's okay! You kissed someone else in front of me! We're dating not you and Bill!"

"Stan, I'm sorry I didn't think-"

"No, you're not sorry. You don't care because I'm just always supposed to forgive you." I quip, no emotion but anger and betrayal quickly rising in my voice. "I need to take a break from you all."

"Wait, Stanny!" I hear Y/n call out as I walk towards the door. I ignore her calls and walk outside, steam practically pouring out of my ears as I walk down the sidewalk.

I shake my head and push away the memory, sniffing before getting dressed. I pull on a marroon dress shirt and black suit pants. I trudge down the stairs, saying a quick bye to my parents before walking outside.

Another fifteen minutes later I stand outside a gloomy building and reluctantly pull open the door. I walk down the dimly lit hall and into a small room, my feet stopping in their tracks. In the front of the room there she lays. Y/n lays in a casket that seems way too small to be remotely okay to have been made - how could someone so small be gone? She looks so peaceful. Her eyes are gently lidded and her hands rest on her stomach as if she's sleeping. I walk towards her until I'm right in front of her. My hand reaches up to cup her cheek, a tear falling over my cheek when I no longer feel the warmth I'm used to; just cold skin.

I think it was an hour before the other Losers arrived. They all gathered around me and Y/n, giving sorrowful glances to us both. Everyone's cheeks are stained with tears.

And everything I know tells me that I should walk away

But I just want to stay

I know standing here was not helping me. I know standing there was ripping down everything I'd rebuilt after her death and more but I couldn't will myself to walk away, I just wanted to keep seeing her.

And my friend said

"I know you love her, but it's over, mate

It doesn't matter, put the phone away

It's never easy to walk away, let her go

It'll be okay

It's gonna hurt for a bit of time

"Stan, how long have you been up here?" Mike asks gently.

"I don't know. An hour at the least." I answer barely above a whisper with my voice cracking.

"We should maybe go sit down." Eddie says.

I shake my head, not bothering to pull away the hair that fell in my eyes.

"I know you love her but we need to let other people see her." Beverly adds, biting her lip to hold back tears.

"I can't. She needs me." I croak, taking her still hand in mine.

"I-I know it's not e-e-easy but yuh-you need to let go." Bill says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Reluctantly I let them lead me to the front row of seats. Almost as soon as they all sit down in a small circle of chairs I let out a sob and hold up my head with my hands.

"It'll be okay Stan." Richie whispers, giving me a look of concern. I can hear his own crack in his voice.

"Bill?" I call out, looking up. "D-does it ever get better?"

"I-i-its gonna hurt f-for a while b-b-but yeah. It w-w-will eventually." He answers.

We spend the rest of the day at Y/ns funeral, tears never leaving the scene as we share our happiest memories of her. It hurts. It hurts so much to know we were all so, so close to escaping this whole mess alive but the fucking clown had to kill her in the last week. It hurt so much to have her lying right there but to not hear her laugh and not see her smile and not hear her call me by her nickname Stanny. Everything hurt; literally and figuratively. I think back to every moment I could've made better but didn't and regret it. But, with the others there everything was slightly more bearable. It was slightly easier to breathe - to exist in a world without the girl I loved so much.

The funeral comes to an end and I walk back to the casket after asking for some time alone. I dig into my pocket and pull out a letter, a seashell, and a flower along with one of the many shirts of mine that she loved to wear. I gently set them all down around her before leaning down and placing a feathery kiss to her almost blue lips. A pang of hurt hits my heart when hers don't move in response but I ignore it, give her one last look of longing love, and walk back towards the others. It definitely hurt to know that was the last time I'd see her in person. Every thing that slightly mentioned her did. But, I had no choice but to pull through it. I had to.

It's never easy to walk away, let her go

It'll be okay

It'll be alright

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blackkpopdrabbles · 7 years

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Hunted Chapter 6 - Long Way Home

The ride back to Aliyah’s apartment was long and quiet. The boys had fallen into a peaceful sleep and that left the girls alone in their own private thoughts. When they arrived at the apartment they decided that it was best for Brione to stay in the car with the boys and for Liyah to collect some belongings from the apartment. Liyah quietly made her way through the alleyway that led to her apartment. Never before had she felt scared to be in the alleyway. Every shadow scared her. For a second, she had a flashback to the moment when the van pulled up beside and a passenger in the van had asked for directions. The next thing she knew, she was grabbed and thrown in the van. She quickly shook off those thoughts to focus back on her current goal - to get some things out of the apartment. Primarily the money Kai had given her that had been left. Not far ahead, the sound of a cat scavenging for food in a trash can startled her for a second. So, she walked as far away from it as she could. She crept up the stairs slowly making sure not to make any sounds. She tried the door only to find it locked. She took the spare key that she had hidden the potted plant she had kept by the door and unlocked it. Nothing could prepare her for what lied ahead of her. As she stepped in the dimly lit room, there was enough light to cause her heart to skip a beat based on what she could see. As her eyes focused, she realized that everything she had worked hard for over the last 2 years was destroyed. Things were strewn across the room everywhere, pottery, books, toys and DVDs, sprawled out in heaps. She couldn't help but cry. She slumped down on the floor right where she had been standing in a heap, similar to the piles of things that had once had value to her. She heard a loud wail that sounded distant at first, but grew louder seemingly with every heart beat. As the wail rose to a crescendo she realized that the sound was familiar. She realized that the sound expressed all the emotions that she felt at that moment. She realized that the sound she was hearing was the sound of her own voice expressing her despair. The events of the day had finally hit her. Today was supposed to be a joyous day for her but here she was crying alone in a ransacked apartment.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but at some point she had cried her last tears and decided she needed to get moving to do what she was there to do. She slowly got up off of the floor to go to her hiding spot wondering if it had been found by the intruders. She crossed the room and went to her bedroom. She moved around the disheveled room to reach the balcony. The balcony was tiny, just big enough to hold one chair. However, there was a door that led to a small utility closet. The closet had been home to the water heater but long before it had been upgraded to a tankless one. She took out her key and unlocked the door. To her amazement the room was not disturbed. All the containers of winter clothes that she had haphazardly thrown into the closet were still in the same place. She removed the containers from the closet and went to the back of the closet where she had hidden the duffle bag of money. She took the duffle on out it by her bed, She then went to hurriedly put back all of the stuff in the closet. Even though the closet did not seem to be touched, she wanted to make sure that all the money was still in the duffle bag. She had not planned on using the money, but this was an emergency and she needed to make sure that she and her kids would be alright. She started counting the money packs quickly. All the money was accounted for so she but them back in the bag neatly. Immediately she got up and looked for some clothing to pack. She grabbed three of her favorite shirts, 2 pairs of jeans, and her pajamas. She rolled up the clothing and also put them in the duffle bag. She went to boys room and gathered additional clothes for them. Once the money duffle bag was full, she grabbed a day bag for the boys. She made sure to put Walle the Koala Bear, Stanley the elephant, and Naveen the frog in the bag as well. Kai had won the stuffed animals at a fair last year and they meant so much to her and the boys. It took $50 and a lucky shot or two to win them all, but he did it. Jaeden had gotten so attached to Walle the Koala Bear that it was hard for him to sleep without it. He had once lost Walle and it took a week to find him. Those were restless nights for the both of them as he would leave his bed and go sleep with his parents. The adults were affected most because when Jaeden couldn’t sleep he kept them both up.

The last thing she packed was the family shirts that Kai had ordered for them. Kai was really into everyone matching. He had bought hats, shoes and shirts in fours. His favorites were t -shirts that had English on the front and Korean on the back. She had let the kids keep their stuff but she had packed hers and put it in the closet with the winter clothes. But somehow the Mama/ 엄마 shirt had made it into their room. It was hidden the best way a 3 and 5year old could partially - hidden under their bed. She picked it up and smiled at the thought these were the only thing they tried to save from the storage bin. She found their shirts and put all three of them in the day bag. She grabbed the bags and a spare purse and locked the front door. When she got to the car she put the duffle bag in the trunk and the day bag and purse in the front seat with her.

The drive from Seattle to Los Angeles normally took 12 hours, but driving with two young boys had made the trip longer. They had to stop frequently for bathroom breaks, to switch drivers, to eat, and to burn the boy’s energy. By the time the had reached the outer limits of the city of Los Angeles, 16 hours had passed. The afternoon sun was high in the sky and the temperature had soared. The car’s air conditioner was blasting but it barely made a dent on the heat. She had wondered why she was even wasting the effort as it was obviously not really working. This was one of the many things that Brione had planned to get fixed. The truth was that practically every thing on her car needed to be fixed as the car was old. In its heyday which was probably around 1979 it would have been considered a gem to car enthusiasts. To Brione it was just the car her mom gave her when she graduated from high school. For as long as she could remember, her mother had owned the car and even then there were issues with it. They weren’t exactly poor, but the car stretched their budget due to the high cost for repairs. She did not understand why her mom even had this car for so long, since it was obvious that they really could not afford it. Weeks when all they had were ramen noodles was usually because all her money was spent to fix the car. Extended family gossiped that the car was had been a gift from Brione’s father, a man Brione had never me but apparently the reason her mom had kept the car all those years. This also didn’t make sense to Brione. Why would her mother keep something from a person who could seemingly care less about the plight of their child? None the less, the car was hers and she couldn’t afford to buy a new one, especially with her credit.

As the hours seemed to drag on, everyone became exhausted and were sweating profusely. However, everyone’s spirit lifted once they saw the “Welcome to Los Angeles” sign. Ten minutes later they arrived at Brione’s apartment complex. She stopped at the mailbox to collect the mail. She cringed when she saw Mrs. Crenshaw her neighbor. Mrs. Crenshaw and her husband lived in the apartment across from hers. Mr. Crenshaw was a sweet older man who went fishing with his grandson and made sure that he brought fish for her. Mrs. Crenshaw, on the other hand, was a busy body who split her time between soap operas and trying to figure out her neighbors’ business. Brione had tried to keep her conversations short and polite. By Mrs. Crenshaw’s body language, Brione knew that this one was going to be a long one. The way Mrs. Crenshaw’s face lit up, Brione put on her best, most genuine smile and walked over. “Good afternoon,” she said. “Good afternoon to you. How was was your vacation?” Mrs. Crenshaw asked. Brione: It was okay. Mrs. Crenshaw: I’m glad your vacation was uneventful. By the way, you have some visitors. Brione:( She looks over to the car) - Yeah, my friend is visiting me. Mrs. Crenshaw: (She looked to the car as well). No, I mean you have some young men, hanging outside your house. Brione: Young men? Can you describe them? Mrs. Crenshaw: Kind of handsome, young, Asian, and in suits.

Brione couldn’t prevent the flash of shock and terror that went across her face. She thanked Mrs, Crenshaw and walked immediately to the car. “Change of plans, we need to leave.”

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cocastyle · 4 years

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Change - Ch. 1 | F I V E

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 5,195

A/N - so sorry it took a little longer than usual for this update! I’ve been super busy with basketball and school starting back up so life has been a little hectic. I plan on updating my Wonderwall (Steve Harrington) series soon and getting up a few requests/ideas I had as well! I hope you all like this chapter and please leave a comment letting me know what you all thought because I love the feedback and it helps me when writing the upcoming chapters!

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It didn't take long for the kids to all go change back into their clothes and mount their bikes, their destination being Ben's house. As they rode, Y/N couldn't stop herself from gripping onto her cousin just a little tighter, her nerves getting the best of her. But from the way Stan seemed to lean back against her and more into her hold, it was obvious he felt the same way and the cousins took the bike ride as a chance to calm down and accept the comfort of the other's touch.

Everyone was unusually quiet as they pulled up to Ben's house, not even Richie uttering a word as they got off their bikes. Why that was? No one was quite sure, but they didn't bother questioning it.

No one noticed Ben sneak off inside for they were too busy setting their bikes down. Y/N couldn't help but smile as she watched Stan make an effort to put his kick stand out while the others carelessly dropped their bikes. Then her eyes were flickering in Bill's direction, having felt his eyes on her. His eyes widened slightly and he was quick to look away, his face growing red as he nodded towards Ben's house, "C-C-Come on."

Y/N didn't seem to notice Bill's behavior and just linked arms with Stan before the group all began to follow after Ben into the house. By the time they had made it up to his room, they found Ben standing near his closet door with a nervous smile on his face.

The young girl gave him a confused look, but was quickly distracted by the news articles that lined the wall. Some kids had posters, but it seemed Ben just had news articles.

Richie and Eddie were bickering behind her and it was only when Y/N stepped inside with Stan by her side as the two cousins went to examine an article that the two fell silent. "Woah, woah, woah, wow!" Richie breathed out as he let his eyes flicker over the articles and pictures.

His eyes met Y/N and she could read his expression in almost an instance. She gave him a small look, but he didn't seem fazed and just turned to Ben who was looking around the group with an excited smile on his face. "Cool, huh?" Ben questioned.

"No, no, nothing cool," Richie said as he shook his head, the smile on Ben's face dropping ever so slightly. "There's nothing cool."

Y/N rolled her eyes at the boy and frowned as she looked around the room. Her eyes locked on Bill who was looking at some slides on Ben's desk that were no doubt for a projector and she walked over to him before leaning over to look at the picture in his hand.

Bill glanced at her for a second before looking back down at the picture, trying to get his heart beat steady. Finally, he let his eyes flicker over to Y/N and the two locked eyes before Y/N gave him a silent look as if to ask 'can you believe this?' Bill shook his head in disbelief and picked up another slide, the two studying it for a moment and figuring out that it was a map of Derry.

"Well this is cool," Richie finally said causing the two to turn and look the boy's way while Bill set the slide down, "wait, no it's not."

"What's that?" Stan asked and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows before walking over to squeeze her way in between him and Eddie, the two moving over automatically to allow some space for her to stand.

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

Richie let out a breathy chuckle before muttering, "Nerd alert." Y/N frowned and reached over to smack Richie's arm, the boy giving her a look of confusion behind a glare as he rubbed his arm.

"Actually, it's really interesting," Ben argued, not really being fazed by Richie's comment. "Derry started as a beaver trapping camp."

"Still is, am I right, boys?" Richie asked, a smirk dawning his face as he held his hand up for a high five. His eyes flickered between Eddie and Stan, the two giving him blank looks while Stan shook his head almost disapprovingly at his friend.

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

"The entire camp?" Eddie questioned in disbelief.

"There were rumors of Indians, but no sign of an attack. Everyone thought it was a plague or something. But it's like. . . one day everybody just woke up and left," Ben muttered.

Y/N gulped slightly and felt a chill run down her spine. They just disappeared? Just like that?

Her eyes flickered over the articles before landing on one in particular that made her pale, her breath bitching in her throat. She swore that one of the people in the picture looked like the clown from the synagogue, but with one quick blink of her eyes, the clown was gone and Y/N was left with a feeling like someone was watching her. However, this gaze felt a lot different than the way Bill's gaze made her feel.

Y/N was quick to shake it off and looked to Ben before shakily asking, "They really never found them?"

Ben shook his head, "The only clue was a trail of bloody clothes leading to the well-house."

Y/N didn't know why she felt so unsettled by the news and for a moment, she silently wished she had fought with Eddie to stay back at the quarry instead of coming here. Something just seemed off to her and she didn't like it.

"Jesus, we can go on 'Unsolved Mysteries,'" Richie muttered and Y/N forced herself to let out a small chuckle, hoping that it might lighten her mood.

As if sensing her unease, Stan glanced at his cousin before gently reaching out and taking her hand in his, giving it a small squeeze as if to tell her that she was okay. It reminded her of when the two were young and she was too afraid to go into a haunted house attraction that they had at the local carnival. Stan had held her hand and given it the smallest of squeezes and it was in that moment that she had felt a wave of comfort wash over her just like it did now.

Y/N let her eyes flicker up to Stan and she gave him a small smile as she leaned into her cousin ever so slightly, wanting nothing more than to not feel alone. Ben had turned his attention away by now and Eddie and Richie were back to their usual bickering, so Stan rolled his eyes and looked to the articles before whispering, "What kid has all this stuff? It's a bit odd, don't you think?"

"I don't know. Maybe he's just trying to make friends, Stanley," Richie suggested, although the hint of amusement in his voice practically screamed that he was making fun of Ben.

"Where was the Well House?" Bill asked, making everyone look to the boy who was still standing by Ben's desk.

"I don't know, somewhere in town, I guess," Ben shrugged before titling his head in curiosity. "Why?"

"Nothing," Bill replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at the boy, wondering why he was so curious and why he happened to look a little disappointed from Ben's words. Bill noticed her stare and was quick to turn around so that she couldn't try and read him anymore. This only made Y/N more curious and she was about to move across the room to question Bill when her cousin suddenly glanced at the watch on his wrist and groaned, "Shit. Y/N and I have to go. My father wants me to practice the readings more and Y/N agreed to help me out."

"Fuck. I forgot about that," Y/N sighed before she straightened up and gave her cousin a small smile. "It's okay. We can leave right now and still have plenty of time. I have a feeling you're going to nail it this time."

Stan gave the girl a small smile before looking around at his friends as he slowly began to drag his cousin out fo the room. "We'll see you guys tomorrow," Stan announced as they reached the doorway.

"Goodbye!" Y/N called out as she sent the group one last smile before her and Stan disappeared out of the room. Bill's eyes lingered in the doorway, his gaze having followed the girl all the way out the room. A fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by the others.

"Looks like Big Bill's still got the hots for Y/N!" Richie exclaimed as he let out a loud laugh. Bill's eyes widened and he was quick to spin around and look at his friend, his face growing red while his mouth opened and shut a few times.

"Sh-Sh-Shut up, Richie!" Bill finally exclaimed making the others chuckle as they realized how right Richie was.

"It's okay, Bill. Y/N's a lovely girl," Beverly teased making Bill redden even more.

"I-" Bill began, but he couldn't even finish his sentence before he huffed and began to storm out of the room. "I'll s-s-see you guys tomorrow."

He hadn't even made it down the stairs before he heard Richie's laughter again followed by, "Oh, so Billy's got it bad."

And all Bill could do was sigh as he walked out the front door and gently closed it behind him, knowing deep down that Richie was right.

- - -

Y/N had a smile gracing her face as she sat by the window, the sun kissing her skin as it filtered through the glass, her cousin's voice soft as he muttered his Torah readings. Every once in a while he would stumble on a word, but Y/N had been a great help as she had been the one to calm him down when he grew too frustrated, slowly saying the word aloud for him so that he would pronounce it correctly.

He had gotten a lot better on the thirty minutes they had been practicing and Y/N couldn't help but feel her heart swelling pride at the fact. Stan was going to do great at his bar mitzvah, she just knew it.

"Y/N!" her Aunt Andrea called out from the kitchen where she was currently busy making the dinner.

Her voice was enough to break the comfortable trance the two cousins had been in and they jumped in surprise before Y/N replied with, "Yes?"

"Your parents are on the phone, dear. They would like to talk to you!" her aunt explained causing Y/N to pale slightly. Stan's eyes were on her almost instantly and she glanced at her cousin who gave her a small questioning look to ask if she would be okay. Y/N only nodded in response before pulling herself up onto her feet and beginning to make her way to the kitchen.

Y/N wouldn't lie and say she wasn't the tiniest bit excited to talk to her parents. After all, she did miss them quite a bit. But she was even more nervous than she could comprehend and she wasn't quite sure why.

Her aunt was waiting by the phone and smiled upon seeing the girl walk in. She handed her the phone before Y/N even had time to blink and was already bustling back towards the stove where she was busy cooking dinner.

Hesitantly, Y/N held the phone up to her ear and let out a shaky breath before whispering, "Hello?"

"Y/N, dear! How are you? How has your summer been so far?" her mother's voice instantly rang into her ear, the sound of it making her breath hitch in her throat as she realized just how much she missed her parents.

"Mom? I'm. . .I'm fine. My summer has been going good I guess. It's only day two so I can't really say," Y/N answered honestly. "Um. . .how are things back home? How's Dad?"

"Hi, peanut," her father's voice greeted making Y/N still slightly as she got flashbacks of the synagogue. "Things are good so far. That's actually why we called to talk to you. Not only did we want to check up on you, but we have made some progress with the divorce."

It was like the word had physically wounded her, the word 'divorce' punching her straight in the gut and making her lean over and grip onto the table with a sudden desperation.

"Oh," Y/N muttered, but she didn't have time to say anything else before her parents were talking once again.

"We finally got a date for us to sign papers, so by the time you get home, everything will be finalized," her mother explained. "And we also have some exciting news for you!"

There was more?

"We decided that I would stay back in this house while your mother moves into a new house she found on the other side of town. You'll be living with her, so you will be moving over there at the end of the summer," her dad said with a hint of excitement in his voice that didn't go unnoticed by the girl. Was he that desperate to get away from her?

"You'll have a room bigger than the one you have now and there's even a pool in the backyard. Isn't that exciting?" her mother asked, excitement obviously laced in her voice.

"I-" Y/N fell silent as she stood there with a deathly white face. Was this actually happening? Were they being serious right now?

"Of course you will have to switch schools, but you're so sociable that I doubt it will take you long to make some new friends," her mother rambled, neither of Y/N's parents realizing what their words were doing to their daughter.

"That's. . ." Y/N hesitated. What did they want her to say? That it was great and she was so excited for every aspect of her life to change in one summer? That she couldn't wait to get home and move away from her father?

A beeping could be heard from the other side of the line followed by her father sighing before he whispered, "It's the lawyer."

"Peanut, we've got to go, but we just wanted to call and check in. We miss you terribly and are counting down the days until you get home!" her mother exclaimed.

"We love you!" both of her parents said while Y/N just stared blankly at the wall in front of her, not even noticing that Stan had walked up behind her.

Y/N didn't even respond to her parents and just lowered the phone and hung up, the shock and disbelief from the whole situation hitting her at full force. The young girl's lip had started to quiver, her eyes pricking with tears as her parents' words sunk in.

"Y/N?" Stan whispered softly, confusion evident in his voice. The girl turned around slightly, her wide tear filled eyes locking with Stan's eyes almost instantly and making him gasp. A look of worry flashed across his face as a hint of anger flickered through his eyes. "What happened? What did they say?"

Y/N just stared at the boy, still unsure of what had just happened and how to even react. Before Stan could even blink, Y/N had shoved past him, the girl bolting towards the front door while Stan was quick to follow after her.

"Y/N!" Stan called out, but Y/N was already out the door and heading straight towards his bike. Stan ran after her and was just about to reach her when Y/N finished mounting his bike and began to pedal away, hot tears streaming down her face while her cousin desperately cried after her.

Y/N didn't even look back as she pedaled away from the house. She had no destination in mind seeing as she barely knew her way around the town, but she didn't care at the moment.

The house had just felt too stuffy and Stan's concern had just felt like too much at the moment. All she wanted was to be alone to comprehend what had just happened, time alone to realize that her life had changed drastically within only one phone call.

Y/N's whole body shook as she struggled to contain the sobs that were bubbling through her chest. It was like she was blinded by her own tears and sadness and before she knew it, the bike had hit a pot hole. She didn't even have time to blink before she went flying through the air.

Luckily she managed to fall into some grass and Stan's bike was unscathed, but her heart was so utterly broken in that moment as her world caved down around her that she just sat there in the grass and let out a loud sob.

"Fuck!" Y/N whisper yelled as she put her hands against her scalp and lightly pulled her hair. She slowly let her hands come back down to her face and just leaned forward to hug her knees close to her chest.

Why did everything have to change so suddenly? Why was this happening to her? Didn't her parents love her? Did her father even fight to keep her with him?

Millions of questions ran through Y/N's head as she just quietly sobbed to herself. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but it got to the point where the sun began to dip below the horizon and the air became a little chillier. Her sobs had quieted, now being replaced with a blank and emotionless look on her face as the remnants of tears covered her face.

Y/N was staring blankly ahead, her eyes focusing on Stan's bike which was lying down in front of her with a wheel slowly rolling in the wind. A single tear rolled down Y/N's face but she didn't bother wiping it away. She was too numb from the amount of pain she had been through the past couple of months. All she wanted was for it to be over, for things to go back to the way they used to be.

The young girl didn't dare moving her gaze as she heard the sound of someone biking up to her, the skidding of feet against gravel as the person slowed down making her do nothing but blink in response. She could hear the crunching of grass beneath someone's feet before the person plopped down beside her almost hesitantly.

It took her a minute, but Y/N let her eyes flicker over to the person allowing her gaze to lock on Bill for a split second before she was looking away once again.

Bill was quiet as he sat there, his eyes flickering over the girl's form as a look of worry and concern dawned his face. He didn't even know what to say, but finally found it in himself to clear his throat before saying, "You know, Stan's w-w-worried sick about you."

Y/N didn't respond, but she didn't shy away either so Bill took that as a good sign and continued. "He c-c-called all of us Losers up to try and f-f-find you since you stole his bike. Richie and Eddie are b-b-biking around here somewhere," Bill explained.

Once again, the girl was silent. However, this time, she moved her hand up to wipe the stray tears from her face before she pulled her knees even closer to her chest. Bill frowned ever so slightly before hesitantly reaching over and brushing some of the girl's hair behind her ear, neither of them thinking much of it when his fingers lingered against her cheek for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Bill whispered, his voice soft and curious. That slight hint of concern and worry was still there, but maybe it was the fact that his voice was just so warm and caring that Y/N found herself wanting to open up to him, a few more tears escaping from her eyes as the emotions bubbled up inside of her.

"It's. . .it's complicated," Y/N admitted, her voice cracking as she looked at Bill. She tried to give him a sad smile, but he could see the pain it caused her to do so. Her lip quivered and another tear fell as she tried to swallow down the sob that was begging to escape.

"I know all about th-th-things being complicated," Bill sighed as he looked away and out at the road ahead of them. "I don't know how much you know, but my brother. . .h-h-he. . ." Bill had to swallow back his own sob as he clenched his fist. "He went m-m-missing and um. . .we haven't been able to find him. Everyone has been t-t-telling me to give up hope, b-b-but I. . .I can't. I just. . .he's out there. I know he is."

Bill was trying his hardest not to cry as he finally let his eyes flicker back over to Y/N only to find her staring at him with tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry," Y/N finally whispered, suddenly feeling stupid for acting the way that she was. She looked away in embarrassment, her cheeks turning a tinge red as she whispered, "My parents are getting a divorce."

Y/N's lip was quivering as she looked down at her shaking hands. "That's why I'm here this summer, so that they can finalize things. They. . .they called today to tell me about it and how my mom has already found a new house that I will be living in. When I get back, I'll be living on the opposite side of town with my mom and going to a new school. And I just. . ." the girl was silent as she looked up at the sky, trying to keep the tears back because she felt like crying after hearing Bill's story would only make her tears seem stupid.

"Everything's changing," Y/N finally said, her voice cracking as she did so. "And it's all changing so fast. It feels like my whole life is falling apart and I just-"

"Don't know what to do," Bill and Y/N both whispered in unison. Y/N looked over at the boy, and the two shared sad smiles. They both may have had different stories, but they both could relate to that. After all, how were they as thirteen year olds supposed to fix all of their family problems?

"I don't know. This all seems kind of stupid now," Y/N said despite those words hurting her even more. Bill frowned and reached out to grab ahold of her hand, a way of getting her to look at him while he stared at her with the most sincere and stern look she had ever seen.

"It's not s-s-stupid," Bill assured her. "I know things are all changing so f-f-fast, but you got to think about the things that are still going to remain constant. Your parents are still g-g-going to love you just as much as they do now. You'll still h-h-have Beverly and Richie and Eddie and Ben. You'll s-s-still have me. You'll still have Stan who is at home worried s-s-sick about you. Not everything will change, Y/N."

Y/N was quiet, but gently squeezed Bill's hand in a silent thank you while the boy just admired her. Knowing that he couldn't stare at her forever and that Stan was still at home practically burning footsteps into the floor from how fast he was pacing, Bill squeezed the girl's hand again and whispered, "You can always talk to any of us if you want, especially Stan. Stan will listen, you know he will."

"You're right," Y/N sighed, finally feeling like the smallest of weights had been lifted off of her shoulders thanks to the boy sitting beside her. "I should probably get back to him, huh?"

Bill gave her a sad smile, "Probably." Y/N returned the smile and Bill didn't even hesitate to reach over and wipe the tears from the girl's face, an action that made them both blush before Bill quickly hopped upon onto his feet. He shyly held a hand out to her and Y/N took it before he pulled her up off the ground.

Y/N stood and looked up, her eyes locking on Bill who was only inches away from her face. The two both went wide eyed for a moment, both afraid to move as they realized just how close they were. Bill could feel the Uris girl's breath fanning his face and he swore his heart had never beat so fast in his life.

Was this what a heart attack felt like?

"Fucking hell!" a voice suddenly exclaimed from afar causing the two to quickly take a step away from each other as they turned to see Eddie and Richie pedaling their way down the street and towards the two.

"What the actual fuck, Uris! Where the fuck have you been?" Richie asked, a slightly angry yet concerned look on his face as he pulled his bike to a stop in front of the two.

Eddie pulled up beside him not even a second later, his eyes full of concern as he looked over Y/N before whispering worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"I am now," Y/N whispered, still slightly embarrassed at everything that had just happened. She didn't understand why she was such a crybaby or why she ran out of the house like she did. Her aunt and uncle were going to kill her. Not to mention how upset she must have made Stan.

Richie still had a look of anger on his face, but it slowly dissolved once he saw the red around the girl's eyes, a sigh that she had been crying. He sat there for a second before reaching up to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Well, don't do it again, okay? I don't want to spend my night looking around for you because you got fucking lost or something," Richie said in his true Richie fashion.

It was obvious he was trying to hide his concern for the girl, but Y/N already knew and she couldn't help but smile softly at the boy before she looked between him, Eddie, and Bill. "Thanks for coming to look for me," she said, her voice soft and apologetic.

"Of course. We just wanted to make sure our friend was okay," Eddie said, a small smile on his face as he looked at the girl. "You are okay, right?"

"I will be," Y/N assured him, her eyes flickering over to Bill who gave her the tiniest of smiles. She looked back over at the two boys standing in front of her and gave them a small smile before saying, "I should probably get back to Stanley."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Eddie chuckled, thinking back to how Stan had called him practically on the verge of tears as he had asked for their help to find his cousin.

"We'll ride home with you," Bill said as he went to get on his bike, Y/N doing the same with Stan's bike.

"What?" Richie began to protest, but one look from Eddie and a glare from Bill had the boy pouting and falling silent.

Y/N smiled softly and the boys and nodded her head as she mounted Stan's bike. "I'd like that," she whispered and even Richie couldn't stop himself from smiling back as the four began to pedal back down the road and towards Stan's house.

The boys didn't bother questioning her more about why she had run away as they biked home and Y/N couldn't have been more thankful. In fact, listening to Richie joke around was exactly what she needed to hear, small laughs escaping her lips as she pedaled making the others smile in response. Y/N's laughter always had been able to make them do that.

It took a little bit, but they eventually reached the Uris household where they could see Stan nervously sitting on the front porch steps with his head in his hands. Y/N felt her heart break at the sight and she barely managed to whisper a goodbye to Bill, Richie, and Eddie before she was biking up the driveway.

She hopped off the bike and slowly began to walk up the driveway while the boys rode past and towards their own homes, knowing that Y/N was now safe with Stan. The young girl made a point to put the kick stand out on the bike before she hesitantly walked over to the stairs where Stan was still sitting.

The sound of her footsteps was enough to make the curly haired boy look up, his eyes widening at the sight of her as he jumped onto his feet. Y/N stopped walking and the two just stood there for a moment in silence.

Y/N couldn't even imagine what Stan wanted to say and all she could think about was how he had to be mad at her. That alone was enough to make her look down at the ground, not wanting to see the look of disappointment and anger that she knew was bound to fall upon her cousin's face.

Stan merely shook his head and took three quick strides before he collided into the girl, his arms wrapping around her tightly as he held her as close to him as he possibly could. Y/N was shocked by the sudden contact, but her cousin's embrace was enough to have her melting into a puddle of tears again as she desperately latched onto the boy like her life depended on it.

Her hands balled into fists on the boy's shirt while Stan cradled the back of her head with his hand, holding her close to him as he just comforted her. No words were spoken between the two, but words weren't needed.

The two cousins just stood there in each other's embrace while Y/N silently wondered to herself how she had been blessed to have a cousin like Stanley Uris. And it was in that moment that she really knew what Bill meant when he said she would never be alone. For she not only had the Losers, Beverly, and Ben to talk to, but her curly haired cousin and best friend as well.

And with people like them by her side, Y/N knew she was going to be okay.

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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 2: Thriller •

A/n: I apologize for the possible spelling errors from the Torah scene. They didn't have it in the subtitles so I borrowed from the original script for authenticity, so I apologize for any incorrect information or spelling. Reader's scene is inspired by a scene from the conjuring cause I am unoriginal af and I am a fool for making myself do this since I hated that movie and how it stressed and scared it made me but hey it was writing inspiration so yeah. Anyways, spooky chapter ahead :( Eddie + reader content coming soon!

"He thrusts his fists against the p-posts,"

Anyone who knew Bill well knew of his pride in his bike, Silver. Countless times had he been found barreling down the streets on his pride and joy at impossible speeds, crying out in joy.

"Hi-yo Silver, away!"

Now was not one of those times. Currently, Bill was descending Jackson St. wheeling Silver alongside him as he practiced the tongue twister his mother taught him, as an exercise for his stuttering. He was never quite able to make it all the way through, but that never stopped him from trying.

"The thrusts his fist against the p-po-" He shook his head angrily, licking his lips. "Shit!"

At that moment, he had reached the familiar scene of his driveway. One of the garage doors, he noticed, was open. His dad must be woodworking, he presumed. Sure enough, when he parked his bike in the usual spot, his dad was waiting for him. He took his eye goggles off and turned around, facing away from his current woodworking project.

"Need some help?" He offered, walking into the garage. "I-I-"

"I thought we agreed." His father sighed.

Bill's stomach dropped. He looked to his makeshift model of the sewer system he had created. It was made from borrowed parts of his hamster's tunnels, with two accompanying bins representing different areas of the town.

"Before you say anything-"

"Bill,"

"Just let me show you something first." He insisted, walking towards the model.

He eagerly picked up the little green toy soldier, dropping it into the tube labeled Witcham. He grabbed the hose that was still in place from his last attempt and stuck it in the tube, turning it on. The little army man clinked and thunked down the tubes, finally popping out into the other end and into the bin labeled THE BARRENS.

His father watched unimpressed.

"The Barrens," Bill urged. "I-I-It's the only place th-that Georgie could have ended up."

"He's gone, Bill."

"But if the storm swept Ge-Georgie in, we should have gone--"

His father snapped, standing to his feet suddenly and his voice grew in volume.

"He's gone! He's dead!"

Bill swallowed the lump forming in his throat, and failed to meet his father's eye as he was scolded.

"He's dead! There is nothing we can do! Nothing!"

Bill was feeling his hope and happiness being torn down all over again, and his father's voice lowered into a spiteful venom.

"Now take this down before your mother sees it," He walks over to the blueprints of Derry tacked to the wall, and angrily takes it down. "Next time you want to take something from my office..."

He fitfully folds the poster, refusing to look his son in the eye, and storms out of the garage.

"ask."

Bill looked sadly at his hamster, who was climbing the walls of the cage.

"Guess you get your t-tunnels back,"

×××

Mike Hanlon speeds down the road on his bike and into the edge of town. He was making his usual delivery to the butcher, one of his many jobs on his grandparents' farm. It was a warm evening, which made for a nice trip into town. He sped along the main streets, making his way through the familiar turns to the butcher.

He reached the butcher's and he dismounted his bike, ready to unload the packages of meat for his delivery. That was until he heard the hoots and hollers of the familiar Bowers gang cruising down the street.

His nerves spiked and Mike sprang into action, quickly grabbing his bike and running him and the bike into the safety of the alley. Bowers always had a knack for finding Mike on his trips through town, and every time he would terrorize the poor boy, spitting racial slurs at him, or worse. Sometimes he would have to come home to his grandparents with injuries he would have to explain. Bowers was as bad as they come and his grandfather was right about people like him.

As he hid himself and his bike behind a junk pile in the alley, watching the car cruise by slowly on the street, he was brought back to the conversation he and his grandfather had had.

"There are two places you can be in this world," He said. "You can be out here like us, or you can be in there, like them,"

He was pointing to the pen stocked with sheep, and Mike felt queasy from the fate of the animals, but knowing truth rang in his grandfather's words.

"You waste time hemming and hawing, and someone else is gonna make that choice for you. Except you won't know it until you feel that bolt between your eyes."

Mike saw the blue Trans Am pass the outer street and he exhales in relief.

"Oh, Jesus."

Still panting heavily, trying to calm his racing heart, he walks his bike to the end of the alley. He leans his bike against a nearby dumpster, back facing the door of the butcher's, and begins unloading packages of meat.

He hears a soft growl accompanied the rattling of chains behind him. Quickly, he turns to face the door, curious. He sees the old dirty - or was it singed? - door attempting to swing open. It only opens a crack, the chains on the handle preventing it from opening. And did Mike smell smoke?

Nevertheless, his eyes never left the door, and his breathing never slowed. He was appalled and horrified to suddenly hear the voice of his mother, or at least who he thought sounded like his mother.

"Mike!" She screamed.

Mike flinched, his heart pounding horribly fast. It ached to see the familiar scene before him, just as vivid as he had remembered. Charred hands slipped out from behind the door, clawing at the pavement desperately.

"Hurry, son!" His father.

"Help! It burns!"

Still frozen in terror, Mike steps forward hesitantly, ready to reach the door. Hands are still clawing at the brick wall, scratching the charred door.

Smoke unfurled from the cracks of the door, the hands retreated. Mike took a step back and the door swung open suddenly. He could hear the rattling of chains once more, and the boy frowned at what he saw. Behind the door was a dark room, the only source of light came from behind the freezer strips to the meat cooler. He could see the outlines of the meat hangers and the many figures of the deceased animals.

Mike heard the bleating of sheep and metal clanging. Suddenly, a figure hanging in the freezer moved, looking up at him. It was a long lanky figure, everything but it's head limp. It was a distorted figure of a man. He could have sworn it looked almost like a clown.

The figure twirled around on the chains it hung from. It was now facing Mike, who watched frozen in fear, shaking violently. It stared at Mike, two glowing yellow lights emitted from where its eyes should be. It waved its long slender arm, it's movements stiff and forced, like a marionette puppet.

The loud and sudden revving of an engine brought Mike out of his daze. Mike jumped frantically, barely missing the Trans Am by inches. Unable to catch his footing, he landed on a pile of cardboard near the dumpster. The car came to a sudden stop, rock music blaring from the radio. In the front seat was Belch Huggins, and a livid Henry Bowers stood on the passenger's seat and popping out of the open sunroof.

"Stay the fuck outta my town!" He roared, veins bulging from his forehead neck, spit flying.

He flicked his cigarette at Mike who flinched, and the car roared to life and sped away. Mike stayed on the ground, still panting heavily from the intense encounters.

"Mike?"

He looked up to the open door, the familiar face of the butcher stepping through the side of the building where the clown once was. He was cleaning his knife, blood stained his apron. He looked at Mike in concern.

"Are you okay?"

×××

Inside the Derry Synagogue, Stan Uris reads from the Torah, rehearsing. His father, the rabbi, is pacing above him, waiting for a screw up.

"Baruk atah Adonai, eloheynu meleek,"

"Melehk. Start again"

"Baruk atah Adonai, eloheynu malehk... malehk... "

"Ha'olam..."

"Ha'olam, Asher bahkar Mikal..."

"Banu Mikal! You're not studying Stanley. How's it gonna look? The rabbi's son can't finish his own Torah reading. Take the book to my office. Obviously, you're not using it" he spits.

Stanley closed the book, sighing. He timidly made his way to his father's office and opened the door. With the book clutched to his side, he brought his other hand up to the side of his face, blinding himself from the painting that always made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

And yet Stan was still able to see the crooked frame on the wall, just as crooked as the woman in the painting itself. Everything about the woman in the painting made him uneasy. Her unnatural elongated neck, and her claw-like fingers that wrapped around the flute. Her eyes were uneven and they were a blank milky white.

It's silly, Stan told himself, it's just a painting. Just a stupid painting. He stepped forward, trying to calm his racing heart. He exhaled, placing the book under his arm and straightened the painting. See? Nothing bad happened.

He gladly walked away to the bookshelf at the end of the room, though he couldn't shake the adrenaline that had accumulated in his system. He placed the book on the shelf, and-

SMACK!

Stan could hear his blood pumping in his ears and he slowly turned around. The painting face down on the floor. The lights flickered with an obnoxious buzz, matching the rapid beat of his heart. Stan gulped, picking up the large frame and hung it carefully back in place on the wall. He stared at the painting, his heart in his throat and his stomach churned.

He took a few frightened steps back, panting heavily as he tried to comprehend the now blank painting before him. The woman was gone.

His breathing picked up, he couldn't believe his eyes. Stan whirled around when he heard the office door creak open. But it had stopped moving. Suddenly, Stan felt as if he was being watched.

Stan felt chills run down his spine and his skin pricked. It's too quiet, he thought. Right on cue, something dropped to the ground suddenly, and a dark looming figure unknowingly behind him. A figure with a long unnatural elongated neck, and long talon-like fingers. His lungs constricted, he gasped for breath that struggled to enter his lungs, he shakily turned around.

Out of the shadows came the woman, towering over him, smiling an unnaturally large smile, showing rows of several sharp teeth. A shaky scream erupted from Stan's throat and he fled, slamming the door to the office and never looked back.

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Night had fallen and Beverly and Y/n lay passed out next to one another in front of the Y/n's television set. They were both snuggled up under a shared blanket in the middle of Y/n's living room. The room was silent, apart from the soft and muffled voices coming from the TV. The alternating hues and shades casting from the TV and onto the sleeping form of the girls was the only source of light.

Laughter from the on-screen audiences echoed in the otherwise silent living room, and Y/n stirred awake. She didn't have to open her eyes to know the TV screen was bright. Soft hues were peeking through her eyelids and she sighed quietly, knowing she had to get up from her spot and turn it off. She sat up slowly, cautious not to move too much and wake Beverly.

She gently pulled the blanket off her form and it wasn't until her legs were exposed had she realized how hot she had become. Her apartment didn't have the best air conditioning, and summer nights like these made getting comfortable no easy feat. She tiptoed across the room and bent down to switch off the TV. The room was now eerily silent, and she could hear a slight ringing in her ears. She froze when she heard a soft rustling come from Beverly, who stirred in her sleep.

A brief moment passed as Y/n prayed silently that she hadn't woken Bev up. When nothing happened, she visibly relaxed. Her eyes were still very much heavy from sleep, she trudged back to her spot on the floor, and laid down underneath the blankets.

She breathed contently at the feeling of her chilled pillow as it met her heated cheeks. Her feet wiggled their way out from under the blanket subconsciously for air, the thin blanket clinging to her sweaty legs. She mentally thanked her past self for opting for her shorts over her long pajama pants. She nuzzled her head gently into the plump cushion and felt sleep blanket her conscious.

Y/n was eased in and out of sleep like the tide wading up the sand before slinking back out. She was unaware of how much time had passed, but at one point she became aware of Beverly kicking her leg. She frowned, ignoring it, figuring she had done it accidentally.

She felt the groggy fog of sleep wash over her brain once more. Until she felt a tug on her exposed foot. She frowned, moving her leg away, growing cranky.

Y/n groaned in protest, a pouty look contorting her face, her eyes still glued shut.

Another tug.

"Knock it off, Bev," she whined into her pillow.

Another tug.

"Jesus, Bev, I mean it! I'm trying to sleep" she groaned louder.

No reply. That's when Y/n realized there hadn't been any reply from Beverly the first two times. Not even a breathy chuckle or any sign that Bev had acknowledged her. Or even heard her. She opened her eyes slowly. Soft white slats of light that were creeping through the window was the only source of light.

Beverly was right next to her, under the blanket, her back to Y/n. And snoring. She was fast asleep. She couldn't have done it. She frowned and propped herself up slightly to get a better look at Bev and she stared in confusion. She looked around the room, but she saw nothing unusual. Her eyes landed on Beverly again, her racking her brain for any possible solution.

The next thing she knew, she was flung back as she was pulled violently forward across the carpet. Her head smacked into the floor rather harshly, and she temporarily lost her senses. She felt her stomach plummet and she gasped when she made herself peer up. Standing there, towering over her was an impossibly tall, slender figure with disheveled tufts of red hair poking out on all sides and a ghostly white face. Its large bulbous head was cracked and dry, like chipped paint and it was smiling down at her hungrily. It was a clown.

She would have screamed but nothing came, she had no voice. She trembled violently in terror and she felt hot tears stream down her cheeks, she was begging her limbs to move but they all failed her. His arms were impossibly long, and they were twig thin. No thicker than a paper towel roll and they stretched down all the way to her leg, and he hardly had to bend down to reach. Her left ankle was captured in his thin gloved hand.

The clown smiled, forming an anatomically impossible U shape, showing rows upon rows of teeth. Its eyes were completely black, save for two glowing yellow irises in the center. Y/n felt her leg grow damp and she realized he-it- whatever the hell this thing was, was now drooling on her, it's fingers still coiled around her leg.

Y/n hadn't realized she was in pain until she heard herself whimper. Long sharp claws that ripped through his white gloves were now hooked into her ankle tearing her skin to shreds as he pulled. She realized she was slowly being pulled towards the clown inch by terrifying inch. Y/n flinched when she heard a scream until she realized it had been her own.

Beverly jumped awake in a frightened panic, looked everywhere around the room, but she found nothing but her traumatized friend.

She saw her friend sitting up straight, slightly farther down from her pillow, shaking violently. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were wide and bloodshot, silent sobs shook her body and her gaze was focused a million miles away.

"Jesus Y/n, what happened?" She brought herself forward and wrapped her arms around the girl.

"C-Clo-" But she was never able to finish her sentence.

She collapsed into sobs, still shaking with fear. Beverly's heart broke as she cradled her. She gently swayed her, rubbing her hand up and down Y/n's arms soothingly.

Beverly felt her shoulder grow damp from Y/n's tears but she didn't care. She just continued to try and soothe her best friend. Y/n flinched at just about every move Bev made, and her heart broke more, understanding more than anyone, and Bev tried not to move too much.

Beverly sat comforting her friend for the better half of an hour. Finally, her sobs had died down, but her eyes were still wide, still very much alert form the horrifying encounter. She sniffled, nuzzled into her friend's arms, and occasionally Bev's long red hair tickled her nose and she'd sniffle.

Beverly finally spoke up in a gentle whisper. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She felt Y/n shake her head no, and she felt her shoulder grow damp once more.

Finally, Y/n spoke, her voice came out in a harsh whisper, it cracked ever so slightly. Either her screaming or lack of words or some combination of the two had taken a toll on her voice.

"Y-you wouldn't believe me,"

"Of course I would, Y/n." She assured.

It was quiet again, and tears silently streamed down her cheeks.

"I can't..."

Bev sighed, hugging her Y/n tighter if that was even possible.

"It's okay. I'm not gonna force you. Here," she gently pulled herself away to look her friend in the eye. "Why don't we turn on the lights and grab some midnight snacks from the kitchen and just talk, okay? I have a feeling you're not going to want to go back to sleep. Am I wrong?"

Y/n shook her head no, and Bev smiled. "Okay, sounds like a plan."

Bev rose to her feet and walked over beside the couch to the lamp on the side table and switched it on. Soft yellow light lit up the room. Both girls squinted from the bright light, both of them having gotten used to the dark. And Beverly tiptoed to the cent of the room.

"Must have been some nightmare, huh?"

Y/n went pale, her eyes fixed on something. She had tried to tell herself that everything she just saw was a figment of her imagination. She would have loved nothing more than that horror show to be just a twisted nightmare. And as Beverly had soothed her, calmed her and comforted her, she had almost begun to believe it. That was until she shifted her foot slightly and felt pain flare up on her ankle.

Beverly was unaware of her friend's rising panic. Her back to her friend as she rose slightly on her tiptoes to reach the dangling metal chain for the fanlight on the ceiling.

"Now, let's get some comfort food in you. I myself am craving some..." she trailed off, her eyes bulging out when she saw Y/n.

In the dark, neither of them had seen it. And Y/n had still been in such a state of shock, she forgot all about the pain.

Y/n's sad and panicked eyes were fixed on her ankle. Another defeated whimper escaped her throat as she stared at the three long and deep gashes that trailed down her left leg, blood staining her [s/c] and the carpet beneath her.

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