#I'm sick so I'm taking my pain out on Richie

[trashmouth-richie-tozier]

Only good thing abt having a 2nd degree burn is having @eddiekaspbrak-official spoling me (he's so mad), threatening to kill Stan the man for not believing me, and ranting about how my doctor didn't believe me (he though I was exaggerating my pain)

[bow-of-aros]

Day Twenty-Three: Sweet

Summary:

Ruth and Richie are coming over to help Peter get ready for his Valentine's Day date with Steph. He just wants to make sure that they know he appreciates them, and they return the favour.

IT'S HERE!!!! Sorry folks my brain was not working yesterday, I spent the whole day doing an English assignment and then crashed super hard. But I'm back today and here's day 23 (hopefully I'll get day 24 up later tonight) with my favourite sillies!! Hope that y'all enjoy <33

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It was Valentine’s Day.

Normally, Peter Spankoffski would be hanging out with Ruth and Richie on some park bench, watching all the couples walk by and making up elaborate stories about how they would one day break up.

But this was his first Valentine’s Day with an honest to God girlfriend, and Ruth and Richie had taken great pains to say that they would kill him if he fucked this up.

Brutally.

And possibly with an ax, that part had been unclear.

Anyway, he was taking Steph out to Pasqualli’s tonight—“Pasqualli’s?!” Ted had exclaimed gleefully, “My little brother has got some game! You really are my kid!”—and he wanted it to be perfect.

Yeah, he’d tried to tell Ted that he wasn’t his kid, but his older brother had just wiped away a fake tear and said how proud he was, which had left Peter feeling too warm to argue.

In preparation for his date, and to soothe any lingering nerves, he’d invited Ruth and Richie over to help him get ready.

Or, at least, that’s what he’d told them.

They hadn’t said anything, but Peter knew that they were upset that they weren’t going to spend the day together like they had been for years. Sure, the day was typically meant for romance, but to those three it was a “Re-fortifying of their eternal bond,” as Richie had once called it.

Peter wanted to make sure that they still felt appreciated, and that Richie and Ruth knew that he still loved them even though he has a girlfriend.

And yeah, he said that he loved them. No matter what Ted might think, toxic masculinity is not cool and Peter can actually express his emotions without getting all insecure about it.

Take that society!

Ding-dong!

The clock read 4:58 and Peter had asked them to be there at five. He wasn’t sure that these two had even been on time for anything in their lives. The fact that they were here early for him was actually really touching.

He heard the door open as Ted said something snarky about being a good host before Ruth and Richie burst into his room.

Ruth looked like she was buzzing with excitement, eyes bright as she hops in place.

Richie looked like he was sick of Ruth’s bullshit. In a fond way, of course.

“Hi Peter! Are you so excited to—Hey what’s that?”

Ruth’s question was cut off by Peter handing her a car with a heart-shaped lollipop on it. It had a big picture of a mushroom on the front and read You take up so mushroom in my heart! When she opened it up, Peter had written a little note that said Even though I’m dating Steph. You and Richie are still my partners in crime! Happy Valentine’s Day xoxo.

She froze, blinking rabidly as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing, so Peter decided to take advantage of that and hand Richie his card.

His had a giant poké ball on the front and said If you were a Pokémon, I’d choose you! And inside the card was his own lollipop and a Happy Valentine’s Day to my first ever valentine! You, me, and Ruth are forever!!

The shock on both of their faces were too good to not take a picture of, so that’s exactly what Peter did.

Ruth and Richie were both jolted out of their stupor at the sound of the click, and the next thing Peter knew he was being tackled back onto his bed under the force of his two best friends.

“Awwwww Peter!” Ruth blubbered into his chest, “This is so sweet!!”

Even Richie sounded like he was choking back tears, “Yeah man, fuck you for making me feel things.”

They stayed like that for a little, Ruth’s quiet sniffling being the only thing to break the silence before she suddenly shot up and exclaimed, “We didn’t get you anything! Oh my God we are horrible friends!”

Peter was quick to put a stop to what could be a very rapid spiral, “No! You’re here to help me get ready for my date with Steph, I just wanted to repay you for that. And to remind you that just because I’m dating the mayor’s daughter now doesn’t mean I’m ditching you guys.”

Ruth and Richie stared at him and, before Peter could blink, the breath was knocked out of him once again by Ruth throwing herself on top of him.

“Still! I wish we could give you something!”

Peter just patted Ruth’s curls sympathetically, but anything he might’ve said was interrupted by Richie.

“You know, we still could give him something.”

There was an odd tone to his voice that Peter couldn’t decipher, but when Ruth looked up her mouth stretched into a mischievous grin as she clearly caught his meaning.

“You’re so right! And this will be extra helpful because he’s probably so nervous about his date so we can help him loosen up before he leaves. Richie you’re a genius!”

Peter was looking between the two, unused to being the odd one out in their conversations.

“Uh, guys? What are you—HEY! Ruhuhuhuth nononono!”

She hadn’t even given him the chance to finish his sentence before she started scribbling her nails over his stomach, occasionally kneading into softer spots to get a yelp out of him.

Richie sat up and grinned down at him, “Here’s your Valentine’s Day gift from us!” He started dancing his fingers over Peter’s neck, eliciting squeakier giggles as he recited his own little note, “We still love you even though you’re ditching us for Stephanie Lauter. It definitely helps that your laugh is so adorable!”

Peter flushed red at the comment, torn between covering his face or trying to push Ruth away from where she was moving up to his ribs. He settled on attempting both at once, which really did not help him in either direction.

“Nohohoho it’s nohohohot!” A hint of a whine leaked into his voice, “FUCK! Ruth not thehehehere!”

Her fingers had found purchase in the grooves on his upper ribs and were wriggling around in a way that was driving Peter crazy.

“Uh, yeah, it is! Your laugh is all squeaky and you snort. How do you get cuter than that?!” Ruth offered her rebuttal with one of her hands shooting down to squeeze at his knees, causing him to kick out with the aforementioned snort.

“She’s right, Pete.” Richie scratched at the spot behind his ears, drawing out a high-pitched squeal as Peter desperately scrunched up his shoulders in an attempt to protect himself, “The vote’s two-to-one, so the motion passes! Your laugh is fucking adorable.”

Stuck under his friends, Peter felt like he was floating. A dizzy sort of mirth was starting to set in as Ruth scribbled her nails over his kneecaps and Richie wormed a hand under his arm. It was nice, he was here with two of the people he trusted most in the world, laughing under the force of their affection as his nervousness over the date slipped away.

After a little bit longer, they finished their attack with a few pokes and let Peter curl up in a little ball of giggles. Ruth draped herself over him like a human weighted blanket while Richie ran his fingers through his hair to soothe him.

“I lohove you guys.”

They both smirked at each other, proud of their handywork as Peter relaxed a bit more into them.

“We love you too, Pete!”

“Yeah, what she said, fucking obviously.”

He squeezed them a bit tighter for a moment before sitting up with a groan, rubbing away the faint soreness in his torso with a playful glare at his friends.

“Alright, now you guys have to help me decide what to wear, because I’m not totally sure what I’m going for.”

Ruth hopped right up and darted to his closet, immediately starting to pick through clothes she deemed appropriate for a Valentine’s date at Pasqualli’s. Every so often she would take a shirt off its hanger and toss it in the vague direction of Peter’s head, forcing him to exercise his subpar catching skills.

Meanwhile, Richie just slung an arm around his shoulders and said, “Don’t even worry, we’re gonna make you the best looking nerd in Hatchetfield. Steph won’t know what hit her!”

And here, with his best friends, getting ready for a date with the coolest girl he knows, Peter officially labels this the best Valentine’s Day he’s ever had.

[blckbarbiedoll]

Ghost Of You (M.B.)-Chapter 8

I Do

CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT (Oral sex, f receiving, p in v sex)

2007-Chicago, Illinois

"There she is." Richie smiled as Angie walked into the room. He hugged her and kissed her cheek. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." She smoothed out her white silk dress that had once been worn by her mother.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. I'm ready."

Natalie walked in first with the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Angie linked her arm with Richie's and the two began to walk into the nave.

Her heart was beating a mile a minute, but her eyes only focused on Michael. Richie kissed her cheek again once they got to the alter. He went to stand by Michael and the other groomsmen. Angie handed off her flowers to Natalie before she grabbed the hands of her soon to be husband.

The priest cleared his throat and looked to the crowd. "We are gathered here today in the house of the Lord as witnesses to join Michael and Angelina in holy matrimony."

He gave some long speech about marriage and loving your partner, but neither of them heard it. They were too lost in each other's eyes.

"The couple will now read their written vows. Michael will go first, reading his vows to Angelina."

"Angie, you and I both know that I'm not a poet. And even though I had a little help writing this, I mean every word." 

She laughed at his comment. He took a deep breath and grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket. She could tell he was anxious, so she gave the hand she was still holding a squeeze.

"Angie, I vow to cherish you, to honor you, and to walk beside you, even when the path is uncertain." He looked up from the paper to catch her loving gaze. 

"I promise to be your rock, even when I feel like sand, and to love you more with each passing day, even when I feel unworthy of such a gift. I vow to never leave your side, and to love you till death do us part." His voice began to crack as a tear streamed down his cheek. 

"Today, I give you my heart, flawed as it may be, and my soul, which you have already healed. I am forever grateful to call you my wife, and I vow to spend every day proving that your love for me is not misplaced. My Angie, I love you."

She let go of his hand for a moment and wiped her eyes. He lifted her hand to softly kiss it.

"Now, Angelina will read her written vows to Michael."

She grabbed her paper and attempted to pause her tears.

"Michael, you are my best friend, my confidant, and my greatest strength. With you, I have found a partner in every sense of the word."

She could hear Natalie's tears behind her. Which didn't help her to keep it together.

"I promise to love you through the good times and the bad, to stand by your side in sickness and in health, and to support your dreams and ambitions as if they were my own."

Even Richie was getting emotional. Watching all the people she loved cry was only creating a domino effect that started her tears again.

"Together, we will face the challenges that life may bring, and we will celebrate the joys that it offers. I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I will love you more tomorrow than I do today. Forever and always, I am yours."

"Now we will have the exchanging of the rings."

Richie handed the couple each other's rings.

"Do you Michael, take Angelina to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you honor and cherish her, love, trust, and commit to her, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both, until death do you part?"

"I do." He slipped the ring onto her finger.

"Do you Angelina, take Michael to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you honor and cherish him, love, trust, and commit to him, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both, until death do you part?"

"I do." She lifted his hand and placed the ring on his finger.

"Is there any reason why these two people should not be joined together in holy matrimony? Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

"Nobody better say a fucking thing." Angie warned. "Sorry, Father."

"That's alright. By the power vested in me by God, and the great state of Illinois, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

He didn't even wait until the priest was done. He pulled her in and immediately pressed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled against his lips.

"I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Michael Berzatto!"

🤍

After hours of partying and socializing with family and friends, the now drunk couple stumbled through the doorway of their hotel room, courtesy of Uncle Jimmy.

"You are so beautiful, you know that?" Michael asked, shedding his shoes and jacket.

Angie kicked her heels across the room before sitting on the bed. "I've been told." She grabbed his tie and pulled him down on top of her.

Their lips connected in a fiery kiss. She undid his tie and tossed it on the floor. Her tongue slipped in between his lips while he unbuttoned his shirt. The sound of heavy panting and rustling of clothes filled the room.

"I've been waiting to get this dress off of you all day." Mikey kissed down her neck, moving to kneel on the floor.

"Before you do that, don't you wanna take off my garter?"

He smirked and slowly lifted the hem of her dress. "Fuck." He whispered when he saw the white lace band around her thigh.

"You like it?"

"Mhm." He kissed her thighs before he gently took the lace in between his teeth, pulling it all the way down her leg.

"You look so good down there." Angie told Michael as she combed through his hair. "So fucking hot."

"Yeah? You like me on my knees for you?" He slowly pulled her panties off. She nodded as Mikey spread her legs and softly kissed her soaking clit. His tongue darted out to lick up her core while his middle and index fingers were sitting at her entrance.

"Shit." She gasped, feeling his tongue circle her clit. He pushed his fingers all the way in, his mouth never parting from her pussy. She tugged on his hair when she felt his fingers hit her g-spot.

"You taste so good, baby." He mumbled into her cunt. His fingers and tongue increased in speed each time she moaned, giving him motivation.

"Oh my god, baby." She whimpered. Her free hand snaked down her body until she found his hand that was resting on her hip. She tangled their fingers together and squeezed his hand tighter with the pleasure she felt.

"You gonna cum, baby?"

"Mhm."

"Come on. Show me how good I'm making you feel." 

"Fuck." She gripped tighter on his hair and hand as she felt herself getting closer. "I'm cumming, baby." She said through labored breaths.

"Come on. I wanna taste you." He began to harshly suck on her clit, bringing her over the edge.

"Shit!"

He stayed on his knees, licking at her arousal until she pulled him up. She leaned up and pulled the zipper on her dress down. Michael helped her out of it, revealing a white lace bra that matched her garter and panties.

"You're so perfect." He stood up and unbuckled his belt, revealing the tent in his pants.

"Me? I could stare at you for hours." She looked up at him wide eyed. 

Once his pants were down, he hovered over her and kissed her neck, slowly taking her bra off. "My pretty baby." He whispered against her skin. His hand came up to cup her breast and his lips moved down to her nipple.

"Baby." She hummed with pleasure. Her hand moved down his chest and it ghosted over the bulge in his boxers. She rubbed him slightly, feeling him grow through the fabric.

"Fuck." He whisper. He sat up to pull off the last piece of clothing separating them. 

Angie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down. He aligned his hardened cock with her soaking entrance, slowly slipping inside.

"Michael." She gasped.

"Oh, shit." He took in a deep breath, adjusting to the feeling of her wrapped around him. He started to slowly move, softly rubbing her clit as he did so.

"Oh my god." Her lips parted and she arched her back towards him.

"You're so pretty, baby. My pretty wife." He cooed in her ear, thrusting in an out of her.

Even in position they were in, Michael still found time to be sweet and gentle with her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, wanting to feel all of him.

"I love how you feel." She whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too. So much, honey."

He kissed her softly, their lips molding together in a moment of love and warmth. Every time he thrusted into her, they would gasp into each other's mouth.

"I'm gonna cum again." Her warning came out as a whisper.

"Let go for me, sweetie. Come on, you can gimmie another. Can't you, baby?"

"Oh my god."

Her hands moved to grip his tattooed arms as she came around him. Her orgasm made her walls squeeze around him, encouraging his own release.

"Where do you want it, honey?"

"Inside."

"You sure?"

"Please, Mikey?" She whined.

"Fuck." He thrusted into her a few more times before he finished inside her.

"Mikey." She whispered.

"Yeah, baby?"

She giggled, looking him in the eyes. "I love being your wife."

He kissed all over her face before pressing his lips to hers for a countless time that night. "I love being your husband."

[layanasstories]

Cause of pain

Part 3

When I fold my sleeping bag into a cushion to sit on later, I hear leaves cracking and rustling behind me. I calmly turn to see what it is. A tall man stands still at a distance and looks at me. His look is stern. He is neatly dressed and well-groomed, wearing a suit and overcoat hanging open.

I don't recognize the man, and stare back at him. Waiting for what he will say. "Good morning ma'am" he says with a nod. I nod back with a similar greeting. "I'm quite surprised to find anyone here, especially after the find we made a few days ago." he looks at me worried and suspicious. "Can you tell me what you're doing here?" the tone of his voice is somewhat authoritarian. "First of all, I'd like to know who you are." I answer, without revealing anything about my intentions. "My apologies. I'm Mark Dewinter, FBI investigator." as he takes a few steps towards me he takes his badge from his inside pocket and hands it to me. Unfortunately, it looks legit and my heart is sinking to ever hear from Jake again.

I hand him back his badge and answer his question. "I'm here to remember the terrible incident that happened a year ago." I sigh at the thought of what happened here. "I understand you don't recognize me. I assume you weren't there a year ago. And by fate, I was spared this terrible incident. You can find everything I had to say about what took place here in the reports of Alan Bloomgate." There was nothing on his face to suggest that what I said was a surprise. "Ah I see. Nice to meet you Layana Schmidt. It must have been a tough time for you. And without your help the local police would never have found the abductee. Your cooperation is much appreciated." he paused, consciously, before continuing. "I assume you are not aware of what we found a few days ago. But I will update you given your involvement.". Before he even wanted to say anything, he suggested that we take a seat on the bench a bit further along the walking path.

I take a seat next to him and shift slightly so that I can watch him when he talks. "A few days ago some local teenagers were hanging around the mine area. And while they were rummaging around they found something. Frightened as they were, they immediately called the police. The discovery they had made was a charred body, near one of the mine's exits.” Even though I don't want to show anything, the shock was too great to hide. "But..but.." I stutter "Only Richy was in the mine. Hannah and Alan were already outside." Before I could say anything more, my throat tightened. My heart was racing. I knew very well who was still in the mine when the fire raged. And the idea that he had been charred there unfound for a year made me sick. I quickly jumped up and threw up in the bushes. My stomach continued to cramp, coughing and gasping for breath, my stomach tried to empty itself. I was out of control. Every little glimmer of hope vanished like snow in the sun. There was nothing more I could do. Only when the urge had subsided from my stomach did I get down on my knees to scream out everything I had been holding back.

With my face in my hands, I try to calm myself down. After a while I look up at the man and see that he is visibly moved by my reaction to his news. Like me, he didn't expect me to react like that. He quickly adjusts his posture and looks at me with a penetrating look. "You have more information about the incident, don't you? Something you've never told?". "No, I don't know anything" I say stubbornly as I stand up and want to walk away. "Don't lie Layana. Nobody reacts like that. Not if they don't know anything." he insists. "I don't know anything and now leave me alone." I snap at him. "Fine, then I'll make you foot the bill for this man's death." he shrugs. "Fine. If that's what you want to do. Then do it." I'm not even surprised anymore at my emotionless reaction to his threat. I have nothing left to lose. "This is your last chance to come clean. To tell everything that happened that night in the mine. Who all was involved in Hannah's kidnapping. And by everyone, I really mean everyone." is his last attempt. "I don't know anything. I already said that. And if you want to frame me for it, you can handcuff me now. I made my statement last year and that's the statement I stand by." I stand right in front of him and stare at him. Only now I can get a good look at him. His eyes are bright blue, his hair is black. And instead of the confident look I expected, I see a glimpse of worry and guilt.

[oceangirl24]

Sick Day

I'm behind on Tumblr in general, but wanna share some story snippets. If you like what you read, I'd love to know. ❤️

"Don't say it." She poked him in the chest. "You are not going to die. And neither is he."

Jon was silent for a moment then leaned over said in a whisper of desperation in her ear, "Can I go with you?"

She pulled back from him. "You're being ridiculous!"

"I don't do sick, Aud," Jon leaned again the door frame again. "I have a hard enough time taking care of myself when I'm sick. I don't know how to take care of a kid! You remember that cold I had in January?"

"Yes, I do. And I'm very thankful colds only last a week. I was this close..." she put her thumb and forefinger up to his nose. There was little space between her fingers. "To requesting another cooperating teacher to finish my student teaching with."

"And you wanna leave Shawn with me?"

Audrey shook her head in exasperation.

Shawn, who had been listening from his bedroom, struggled to the door. He wasn't thrilled with being left with Jon either. "Audrey, are you really leavin'?"

"I have to, Shawn. It's just for a little while. I'll be back Monday morning."

Shawn stared out into space. "Then I'm gonna die," he whimpered.

"See!" Jon said, shoving his hands in the teen's direction. "You leave, we die."

Shawn walked over to Audrey and leaned into her. "Take me with you. I'm too young to die. Jon can't keep fish alive."

Audrey put her arms around him. "To be fair, the fish are partially your fault. Jon thought you were feeding them and you weren't."

Shawn considered this and panicked even more. "And you're still gonna leave me alone with us? What if I forget to feed me?"

"You can survive without food until I get back if it comes to that." Audrey heard about "man flu" before; she just didn't believe it existed. Apparently, it did. "I cannot believe you two are acting this way. Shawn, I'll give pass to you because you're sick." She looked at Jon. "But you have no excuse."

"All right," Jon mumbled, unhappily. He knew they had to let her leave. "Fine. Go. Please hurry back."

"I will. I just need to make sure my dad is okay. I never know when the next crisis will be his last."

"We understand, Aud," he reassured her. "Tell Richie we said hello and hope he gets better."

Shawn held onto her tighter. "Tell Pops if he passes on to the other side this weekend, I'll see him real soon. I might even beat him there."

Audrey rolled her eyes and told them firmly, "Nobody is dying this weekend, okay?"

Jon gave Shawn a displeased looked as Audrey hugged the boy goodbye and gave Jon a kiss on the cheek.

After she left, Jon and Shawn stood in the living room staring at each other. Shawn sagged against the wall near the door deeply upset that Audrey left him. His head and the right side of his face ached unrelentingly from the sinus infection. He was exhausted from being kept awake for most of the past several weeks from congestion. He wanted nothing more than to curl up on Audrey's lap and let her rub his head until he fell asleep. He could rest with Audrey there.

Jon, on the other hand, was nothing like Audrey. He was likely to throw a blanket and some tissues at him and tell him to sleep it off like he did that morning. Jon did not do comfort. Actually, Jon didn't much of anything even when Audrey was there. He just stood in the kitchen with his hand over his mouth watching them. He only did anything when Audrey asked him to do something.

I am gonna die! He thought as the pounding in his head increased. I want my Audrey!

Jon squinted at him and frowned. "So do I. But we won't have her until Monday. Gotta make due."

Shawn rubbed his temple. He didn't realize he'd said that out loud. Shrugging it off, he went over to the couch and sat down. After a few minutes of sitting, that awful dull ache increased until it was an intense pain running through his head. He stood up abruptly and almost passed out from the equilibrium change. After regaining his balance, he started to walk back to his room. As he moved, the pressure in his head lifted some and brought the pain to a more bearable level. Wondering if it was some sort of fluke, Shawn began to pace his room and the hallway. Yes, he definitely was feeling better. Maybe it was psychological, but he didn't care. His wandering took him into the living room where he ended up doing laps around the couch.

Jon was sitting on the couch trying to watch the Rangers game which was very hard to do with a teen endlessly circling in front of the screen. After several frustrating minutes and missing Mark Messier go bardown on Flyers goalie Ron Hextall, Jon said, "Hey, I thought you were dyin'."

"I'm trying to stay alive since you won't help."

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[firespirited]

Vague indefinable under the weather thing became a very defined half way down the head divide sinusitis mid morning.

It wasn't as easy to spot because there's just been ongoing 'ouch' of the head and face due to the neck issues but yeah you can actually see the swollen sinuses and that clear divide down the head is unmistakable. I really should have worn my mask on walks even though I don't approach anyone (except bully cops I guess) to avoid the pollen.

Then again, funny thing I went out with Sis this morning, it was cold so we were wearing masks for cold and the woodfires which give you a good lungful of nasty and we got lectured by a rando about how unnecessary it all is and how much money 'they' have made off this

and how his latest booster made him feel sick even though by his own admission he got covid the last time he went unmasked in public earlier this year.

I just cheerfully pointed out that the vaccine hurts less than the infection, masks are useful for more than just covid and thanked him profusely for doing his civic duty of masking in public transport and shops as an immunocompromised person. But like, dude, we have two really cute dogs and the weather's been interesting, half the country's protesting now that the government have shown they'd rather throw away democracy and our freedom of expression than tax a few corporations a little better (it is literally so little money that we could make buying back your own company stock from excessive profits illegal and collect double what's needed for pensions from just this year. The insistance that pensions must be funded by workers with no corporate or government help is stupid, the math indicated we won't be in the red til 2030 so tax some billionaires already, they can protest live in Monaco or Luxembourg (and get super bored and crawl back) if they insist on not leaving france's luxuries to far behind...

Oh look there so much to talk about that I got derailed (not that it takes much LOL) but mr man had to scold us for being silly gooses for wearing masks and tell us his incoherent but important thoughts on the matter. I know I'm probably contagious with a bad cold right now, didn't get to work that into the conversation though. Sis talked about how much more she's able to enjoy nature as an asthmatic since masks though so that was nice. We shot eachother a lot of subtle side eyes especially when he casually dropped that half the party he went to unmasked got horribly sick from that party.

If you feel like that dude, please do try different mask types and mask comfort aids. Everybody has to find what they can wear for long periods without pain. For me it's a China made K95, straps in the back, changed every hour so the sweat doesn't chafe my skin but I have to be really careful to not end up with an inperceptible flow of hot wet air straight into my right eye. Sis likes the fish shaped k94. Doc uses a duck shape for minimal face chafing.

I've put a few things on hold til my health gets slightly better. I really want to rework the neck on the lovely 1/6 bjd Maleficent sent and then paint her not with human blushing but like she's part of a crockery set. The one great auntie Francis left us a few years ago is a gold trimmed fruit motif and blue china is pretty but already done so I was thinking more along the lines of something with strawberries because I love her porcelain paleness and a strawberry motif would allow me to keep the face simple and stylized. (writing this down because ideas do sometimes spark during the SADS but I often completely forget them).

Jewel Richie had an 'incident' in the post and has been undeliverable since Thursday but amazon doesn't open the refund/rebuy options til tomorrow. I'll have to decide then. The vagueness of 'incident' made me think OK, maybe the roads/trains were blocked but the 'cannot be delivered' kind of implies the package got smashed up or in the same truck as idk a bottle of ink or something.

I think it's maybe why I had a doll dream, I imagined a rainbow high rolling into a roadside somewhere after someone forgot to properly shut the van doors or something.

Then again, I spent most of last night talking over (with my own brain) how the Shoah probably 'killed' Gd (mine the xian god who is supposed to have a personal relationship with people, not necessarily anyone else's - i can explain in detail if anyone is interested, the law of free will wasn't broken other xian specific things were) for me to an imaginary rabbi questioner (he was very nice, if pushing further than I dared to talk, in the daydream and had experience with christianity in the form of evangelicalism so I didn't have to explain certain concepts that are absolutely not in the Talmud and not really the new testament either.) and really felt my shame that a genocide unrelated to me shook a faith (xianity) that's a disrespectful sect of their faith. Nevertheless I was 10, and the idea that the gospels weren't the symmetrical conclusion to the Talmud was never in question and even considered blasphemy if I ever brought it up. I was such a different person by 14 then 16 facing it again. To think I thought jewish people were as brainwashed as I was into the belief that martydom is a noble death. Yeah I mentioned the nice fever dream about the dolls because many times sick musings end up in 'the roads not taken' , existential crises and lists of people who probably took years off my life. Fun stuff.

Lily is picking up this march, she is happy and well. I think she may have had a tough winter but for 14 she is very fit and still very much a mischief, she's started doing her upside-down dances, asking for fuss and thieving from my recycling bin again. I love her to bits.

Have a lovely day everyone. Stay safe and relatively sane ❤️❤️❤️

[slytherinlizzy]

HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME

Anyway here's a short story for this headcanon:

!Not entirely plot relevant conversations and actions!____________________

May 28th. The calendar said it's today, on a dark Thursday. Calendars never lie. His phone echoed in silence the same words, and his phone certainly never lies. But Jake... Jake does lie often.

He pushed a few branches away from his face and immediately started typing on his phone again. The cool wind blowing his skin didn't bother him, in fact, it helped to hide the noise he made in the rush.

Jake: Mc, you have to promise me to not go to the mine.

Don't go, because I'm already here. He thought as he finally reached the Grimrock.

Mc: Well someone clearly has to go there, and I'm already in my car, so live with that

Jake always found it mesmerizing how determined Mc can be when it comes to doing whatever she finds good, but this time the habit seemed too stubborn. Too reckless. Too dangerous. He has lost plenty of things in his life; family, identity, freedom, ability to want to feel again, but he didn't want to lose another person. No, not this time. Even if it meant that this very important someone would be the one suffering. Someone would get hurt either way, and Jake was sure he couldn't take it anymore if it were him. Mc, on the other hand... she has much more potential, she would get past it quickly. She has purposes in this life, great purposes, he had to admit. And as selfish as it sounds, he was sick of pain.

Jake: You cannot go there, you understand? We will figure out something.

Mc: And when do you want to do that?? After they are already dead??

She was right; he had to act quickly. Jake fastened his pace and stepped inside. The air felt heavy and old there, suffocating him, but instead of turning around, he went deeper.

That wasn't exactly how he imagined that day, in an old mine about to collapse and arguing with Mc. It had been a long time since he thought about this date like that, even longer when he cared. A few days ago, however, he thought that maybe now it could be different. Perhaps now he can afford to share it with someone, after all he's a person like the others; with private life, childhood, thoughts and birthday.

He planned to tell Mc tonight. In other words, just mention it, he didn't want to... What exactly? To be important? Brag? Distract her from finding Hannah? Maybe. Maybe one of them is true. It could be he wanted to matter a bit...

But it doesn't matter now. All his plans were ruined by the messages from that Unknown person. And the least he will let is Mc go there herself, no matter what. As smart as she is, she sometimes comes up with the worst ideas. Besides, it's his birthday — at least let him have one wish. A wish to solve this mess and keep his beloved out of trouble.

Hannah too, he stopped abdurtly. Free Hannah and Richy, too.

Beloved... Did he really just think that?

His phone kept buzzing crazy. Instead of checking the messages, he muted the notifications and continued his way deeper into the mine, the flaslight casting more and more horrifying shadows everywhere as Jake reached a ladder.

***

The road was slippery and dark; it rained. Mc cursed loudly as she drove through small towns and larger cities, the warmth of the car lights glinting on the wet windshield and puddles. Under other circumstances, she would have enjoyed this time listening to the patter of rain, the rumble of a distant storm, and the sound of cars passing by. She especially liked the roar of the engine. It always made her forget her problems.

Now everything was different though, her heart was beating faster and faster as she glanced down at the speedometer.

"You motherfucker of a car!" Either way she calculated, she couldn't go any faster or she would have an accident before she even reached the Grimrock. And time is hard to beat, especially when the goal is something that's even more expensive than your life.

***

He didn't know how good an idea it was, in fact, he was sure it was a terrible idea, but he climbed it anyway, maybe because according to his map it was the only way to go. The ladder creaked a lot under his weight, which was not very gratefully received by the rungs. Halfway through, one broke, landing with a thud, as Jake would have if he hadn't caught another in time.

He can't die, not yet. Not when he's so close to something more important than his life.

***

He was there. She saw Alan walking around the waterfall, the cars' sirens in the distance and where she needed to go. Mc carefully made her way through the tall plants, with as little noise as possible. Even though that the water hit the ground with a deafening force, it doesn't hurt to be careful.

The man was too busy doing whatever he was doing with his back to her, so Mc easily slipped through the opening. Damp and heavy air, great darkness. Even scarier when you know someone is waiting. And the Unknown person was waiting for her to walk into his arms.

She has to be smart and make sure to find Hannah and Richy first, preferably on a path that looks hidden. And let's face it, it's really hard to do in a fucking mine.

I have to try.

She turned on the flashlight of her phone and walked deeper and deeper, noting the turns.

***

She was there. She ran and ran, far, loudly. Hannah has escaped. Jake was already heading towards the alarmed woman when he heard voices and turned a corner. He leaned against the wall and listened.

"Miss Donfort, come with me now, I'll take you out."

"No, wait–”

The sound of a gun; not a shot, just a knock. Jake peeked out and saw a policeman escorting his sister out with quick steps in the direction he himself had come from. So it's okay, Hannah will be safe soon.

But what is a policeman doing here? He remembered the uniform he had seen, and then involuntarily could only think of one person. Mc, did you seriously call the police?

He would have already turned back to look for another exit, possibly one where he wouldn't run into a policeman, when his legs stopped. He still has to get someone out. Because Richy wasn't with Hannah, and he owes Mc that.

***

There he stood. With his back to her, dressed in black, in the dimly lit place. Mc would have been happy to see him again, the man who was kidnapped with Hannah by The Man Without a Face. She would have been happy, relieved, if only she hasn't found out just five minutes ago, it was him all along.

Richy was The Man Without a Face.

Two people, whom until now she thought were so much the opposite of each other, turned out to be the same. A kind man, whose voice can hardly be heard, and a murderous, psychopathic kidnapper. The irony life has...

Mc, slowly recovering from the earlier shock caused by the conversation and the video chat between Richy and Jessy, slowly but surely started towards him. She got a bad feeling as she approached, didn't know why, but something was wrong. Richy stood there, menacingly still, without moving a muscle. Mc felt her heart in her ears, no longer owner of her own voice, and her breath hitched when she saw him drop something.

Something he shouldn't have.

A lighter.

***

The air grew smoky and Jake sensed that something was very wrong. He ran from one flight to another, searching and hiding at the same time. For the first time in his life, he didn't know what to do, and he was alone. It's ironic to say that when you're playing hide and seek in a mine with a dangerous man and one of his victims.

He increased his steps and felt the heat on his skin. Holding his shirt tighter to his nose, starting in the direction where he already saw the flames of the fire. He knew that it was like running to death, because it was, but he would still lose his remaining freedom outside as well, and Richy had a chance. Jake will point him in the right direction. Then sit down and wait; what for, he didn't even dare to think about himself.

After all, he certainly won't be able to get out, and it won't make sense either.

His ears hurt so much from the blood throbbing in them that he almost didn't hear it. He almost swerved, not in the direction a woman was shouting. A figure was sitting at the base of the wall, another was trying to pull him up; the woman.

The woman.

Mc.

Perhaps Jake has never run so fast in his life, even though he has his fair amounts of escaping from the police. This was different now. He didn't have to save his own life, the stakes were much higher.

"Get up, please get up!" She begged the man in a tearful voice, who just shook his head. When he looked up at Jake, the black haired saw that there was nothing in his eyes. He stepped in front of him and tugged hard on the arm, forcing the blond to stand up unless wanting to fall.

"Look here, she's here because of you, so you're going out now." He looked into the speechless eyes, which were now staring back at him in alarm. He pulled Richy's hoodie up to his nose. "Straight over there, and you only turn left. Up the ladder and keep going until you see flashing lights."

"Quickly, it's spreading fast!"

They sped off, making sure Richy was always ahead of them. The echoes of their feet was thrown around by the walls, as if none of them wanted to keep it. They already saw the ladder and gave Richy a big push to hurry up. The man climbed as far as he could, but the ladder gave up and broke with a loud crack. Just when the two legs disappeared.

"For fuck's sake!" He tried to put it back together somehow, but it was too heavy and rusty; broken beyond use. Jake scanned their surroundings nervously, looking for a way out. "Come on," he turned to Mc, "I'll get you up there, you can reach the other half that way."

"No!" She stared into his eyes, those stubborn, everseeing blue eyes, in which she saw the frightening power of the approaching fire. "You're a complete fool! I'm not going! Can you hear? I'm not going!"

"You are–" He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the ladder, but Mc wouldn't go. She sat down at the base of the wall and didn't move. Jake could have pulled her up, it wouldn't have been difficult, but there was something final about this movement. So he fell down next to her, now both scrutinizing each other. That's not how he imagined the day, but there was something oddly comforting about it. Maybe it was the acceptance of the approaching end. Until now, he had only imagined what it would be like face to face with the woman, what her voice is like, her eyes, what she's like when she smiles.

And now he already knows.

Mc smiled gently and stroked his smoky face. "Why did you have to come here? Why can't you listen to me once in your life?"

"I could ask you that too."

Small tears rolled down their faces, but they didn't turn away, didn't cover them. They didn't want to waste a single minute without seeing each other.

"You,” she broke into a strong cough, but continued, “you still...why...”

"Because someone had to. And you?"

Mc smiled tearfully. "Because someone had to."

Jake loved the way she looked at him. Only him, and no one else, giving him all her attention, to the last drop. Something heavy broke in his chest — probably his heart — that he could only feel this for such a short time. He wanted to know this woman by his side every day, safe, in his arms, until they were both old, but their eyes didn't change. It is the soul and the eye that never lie.

His soul was whispering loudly to him, but he didn't listen to it, he just watched and absorbed Mc's words as long as he could.

"Once in a lifetime..."

"I know."

"But seriously, you'd only listen to me once."

He smiled slyly, and the whispering suddenly stopped. He already knew, didn't need it anymore, he knew it himself. "Then listen to me, too."

She furrowed her brows in question as Jake's smile only got bigger and closer, much closer...

"Listen to me... and let me..."

Silent silence. Only their hearts were racing, but it was far away somewhere else, far away from them, from the feeling of their lips meeting for the first and last sweet kiss. It was like heaven in hell, a little slice before it was all over, but maybe it wouldn't have been enough without it. Mc's fingers crawled into his hair, into the thick blackness, before he pulled her closer to him. To safety, where perhaps the fire can never reach this beauty.

The air was scarce and heavy, even heavier when Mc gently pulled her lips away. She ran her nose over Jake's cheek, jaw, back to his lips, but she didn't say a word or kiss. They just sat, holding each other, simply existing.

"Maybe this birthday isn't bad after all," he whispered.

The pair of brown eyes opened in alarm at this, but the body remained motionless. "What?"

"Today is my–"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Jake looked down the curve of her nose and chin. "I wanted to, tonight. But a lot happened."

It was absurd, really out of place, utterly impossible; Mc laughed though. It was a soft, weak voice, one that smoothed Jake's soul like silk. She just shook her head without saying a word and her laugh was contagious. Then it died, and a heavy silence fell upon them.

There they sat, leaning on each other's shoulders, in a forgotten flight, completely alone and on the verge of certain death, yet perhaps now they were the most complete in their lives. Happiness doesn't have to accompany us for a lifetime, it's enough if it lands on us only in the last moments, like a tiny butterfly. Flies away at any moment, yet the knowledge that it chooses us for its short rest is more than the longest love in the world.

The play of flames reflected in their eyes as the fire spread around them. Mc tiredly looked up at Jake, not observing him, she already knew the man. She just looked at his eyes, waiting for him to do the same, and when the blue of the sea met her own sweet chocolate, she smiled. The words were heavy and suffocating, but she wanted to say them. She wasn't sure she would be able to comfortably close her eyes if she didn't.

"Happy birthday to you."

Jake chuckled as he held her eyes, the warm feeling of his fingers around hers never leaving ever again. "I love you, Mc," he whispered.

"I love you too, Jake."

I rushed to Tumblr to write this after finishing my essay... Did you just spoiler your own story??

It crossed my mind to imagine that the day Jake goes to the mine is the same day as his birthday but he doesn't say anything because he stopped celebrating it, but with MC maybe he had hopes of doing it again, but the FBI ruined it for him

How sad it would be… if someone wrote it in her story… 😈

[kagamiwalker13]

Masterlist

Every story contains explicite smut. 

All my stories feature one female character - my OC Sandy.

✨ Moodboards✨

Nights are drawn out long 

Moody Alex gets a blowjob and a rough fuck on a coach.

It's hard to see stains on black

Elegant Alex gets a handjob at public event and gets dirty.

I already know how I’ll distract you from pain...

Alex gets his face punched and then competes with his babe for domination in bed.

Yes, I like looking at you so much, Alex...

Alex is making a show of himself getting naked in front of his babe.

I don't know about you, but I'm sick of this wet shirt

Wet from champagne, Alex takes control in the bedroom, fullfiling his babe’s fantasy.

Mmm, your dick definitely doesn't want to talk right now

Jealous Alex almost fucks in the backstreet and then, alone, he is carried away by his imagination.

Just, I've never seen a more tense monkey in my life

Very posh-looking Alex gets sucked off in a public bathroom during an award show. 

I'll pick the shirt and she'll pick the position

Sweet pegging in the daylight...

The afternoon's aligator

Lazy and horny Alex is lounging by the pool and waiting for some sex.

What the morning flamingo didn't see 

Puppy Alex got the pool dirty.

All the good girls are already asleep... 

Alex knows very well that little spooning before bed is good for sleep.

The toasts aren't even cold yet 

Sweet and three-minute long handjob in the kitchen.

Noone leaves before the cheesecake

Alex started as a free man at the table and ended up as an enslaved one on a bed.

Do you know what Mr. Richie said to me? ✨~new~✨

Alex can't resist his pissed off girlfriend and finishes in her ass.

[abbynx]

Goodbye

Richy Rogers X Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: Because Episode 10 fucked me up, enjoy some Richy angst my people.

Warning:

So this goes without saying, spoilers for episode 10

Mentions of commiting suicide

Alright thank you, now cry with me.

This can be interpreted as platonic or romantic.

"All of it... All of it was you...?"

"It was."

It ripped him to shreds to see the long held reservoir in your eyes finally break, flooding and streaming from your face. Suddenly, the gunshot didn't feel as painful as the heavy weight from his chest.

Y/N L/N, the major piece of the puzzle, the string that kept the group together— through the threats, through the danger, from the doubts, from the circumstances, the pain and all that to find Hannah Donfort. Even if they were a stranger, that mere stranger was the one who managed to pull the group together whilst simultaneously doing everything in their might to find Hannah Donfort, a girl that they didn't even knew existed. He envies them, there were moments of them caving in anxiety, but he has seen them power through it again and again... And he finally saw you giving in and crying.

He wanted to tell them not to cry, but what right does he have to say such a thing? Guilt, he is the very reason why you were hiccuping and taking sharp intakes of air, he thought that you'd lose your breath and faint.

"The threats? You were the one sending me videos and messages? The video with Cleo? Jessy? Oh my god, you hurt Jessy!"

"It didn't have to be this way I—"

"Have you any idea, how I cried myself when you were 'captured'? I couldn't breath, I almost didn't want to continue the investigation, I was scared because now I crossed the line but it was you! Jessy, Lilly, EVERYONE! EVERYONE WAS SCARED! I thought you would have died, we lived in constant fear of the man without a face, Michael Hanson, would take one of them away again and we'd lose another one!"

They struggled to get through words, gasping and sobbing, but every single line were arrows heavily impacted him. It was clear to him, even if it seemed incoherent.

"I was considering ending it all to escape from it, you know... Just like Amy... If it weren't for the small hope that I'd find you and Hannah again and it will all be over..."

The mechanic's chest tightened, he never thought it could get worse. But in your words, things could always get worst.

"I cared about you, you know? You were my friend. I know you guys were wary of me from the beginning, but you were always welcoming even if you didn't trust me... The way you joked and made things light-hearted when things were getting heavy, when things were going tense... I knew the fact that I can always count on you, our cherished our moments together in the legend of duskwood groupchat... You and I were even planning to make a 'marked by the sign of the raven' clubhouse with Cleo..."

Amidst the tears and snot, you managed to laugh, even if it was pathetic. Richy finds himself recalling the pleasant memory, smiling fondly yet sadly. At the middle of a grim situation of your troubles with his threatning phonecall, Cleo's stalker, and the mark on his garage, and yet you find the moment to make light of the situation.

"When you staged that video of you bleeding from the mouth... I got sick in my stomach at the fact that I should've tried harder to stop you. I cried and cried for hours while maintaining my cool in the chat with the others... And when Michael— heh... When the man without a face— he called me again, that I'll regret this, telling me that what happened to you wasn't enough, that he'd kill everyone and then me... I can't... Breathe..."

"I'm sorry... I truly am..." His voice cracks.

"Richy... Oh my god... What am I going to do, how am I going to tell the others?" Your voice has gotten weak, all used up and tired of it all.

"Please... Forgive me..."

"I don't know, Richy..." You swipe the bottom of your palm under your eyes, taking shaky breaths and choking out a sob.

Then, you hung up with a shaky breath.

You might just be the strongest person Richy ever knew, from the amount of pressure piled into you and even through your tumultuous times, not a slip nor crack did he caught a glimpse of it.

But now, he knows that the strength has a limit.

He now knows what it means to break someone and will continue to know once the others found out.

As of cue, Jessy's chat bubble erupts from his screen.

It turns out, it can get even more worse.

[cocastyle]

Change - Ch. 2 | F I V E

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 6,390

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

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C H A N G E

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What'd I miss?"

- - -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The ritual of Chüd," Mike told them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Horrible," Eddie added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You make me happy, Bill Denbrough.

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

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

"Remember what?"

- - -

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

She was met with nothing but empty space.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So she was definitely not remembering something, but what?

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

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

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

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

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

- - -

1989

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I broke it?" Stan questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

The Clubhouse.

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[randoms-world]

Happy endings (ben Hanscom x oc)

(This was requested for over on my wattpad)

The losers club had always been there for each, ben and kayla were the closest out of all the group but after that summer of 1989 they all sadly drifted apart. Now 27 years later they all have careers and new lifes, kayla had become a doctor and was right now woken up by her phone going off so she sits up and picks up "hello?" She says into the phone with a groggy voice. Then something about the voice on the other end was familiar to her "kayla, its Mike Hanlon from derry" they say and she looked at the scar she's always had on her hand but she couldn't remember how she got it. After mike said he need her to come home she started to pack and got her shifts at work covered for the next few days at least then she booked a room at the only inn in derry. She couldn't explain why but she felt afraid to go back and this overwhelming sense of fear washed over her but she shoke it off as just nervousness.

*at the jade of orient*

Kayla walked inside and was less to the table that had been book for the losers club, it's odd as the memory of that group just popped back into her head but no memory of the members. As she looked over the table she noticed two men and their names appeared within her mind "bill, mike?" She says and the turned to her and they all hugged finally remembering each other. It wasn't long till another member of the losers club had arrived "holy shit" eddie says seeing 3 of of his old friends "nice to see you too Eds" mike says and they all started to catch up. Then out of no where the gong was hit making them turn "this meeting of the losers club has officially begun" richie Tozier says as he stands was Beverley Marsh, Stanley Uris and ben Hanscom. Kayla felt her heart skip at beats seeing how ben looks now compared to when they last saw each other, she still loved him back then for his kind heart the caring thoughts for others. As the dinner went on ben and kayla toke the chance to flirt with each other and they couldn't see that bev was becoming jealous of them. Bill toke notice however "bev don't, they haven't seen each in so long and clearly still have feelings for each other" he whispers to her. Bev just nodded her head and ate in silence "oh God I've missed all you guys" richie says "yes we missed you too rich" mike says and they smiled as the conversation went on and on till they had to leave.

*time skip*

Kayla wachted as ben stood over Eddie and richie after eddie had just thrown the spear bev gave him at it coursing it to impale itself. What they didn't see was it slowly raising its claw up at them "guys look out!" She yelled and she ran then pushed ben and eddie out of the way and toke the hit of its claw "noooooo!" She heard ben yell. She then got thrown and felt every painful hit as she rolled and eventually stopped, the losers all ran to her and got her sat up "now what are we gonna do?" Eddie asked then he remembered what happened with him and the leper. Once he told them they all came up with a plan but made sure kayla was safe first "go on guys, end that thing for good" she says weakly and reluctantly they all went and did the plan. Once they was done and the had finally killed it they rushed out with ben carry kayla and the just managed to make it out of there alive "guys we gotta get her to the hospital and fast" bill says. Ben looked down at her "I'm surprised your still awake" he said to her "I'm not taken down that easy Hanscom" she says making ben chuckl. He knew it was probably a bad time but he couldn't wait so he just kissed her and she kissed back "omg finally" richie says making the tow pull away a few seconds later and blush.

*a few weeks later*

Luckily the losers got kayla to the hospital in time and she survived but she will forever have a scar where it stabbed her "hey how you feeling?" Ben asked as he sat with her. They were currently sat on Ben's boat "I'm fine, just enjoying the quiet" kayla says happily then she noticed Ben's nervous face "you okay ben?" She asked and ben toke her hand in his own. He then toke a deep breath "listen kayla I've been in love with you for years ever since I first saw you when we were kids so I would love to ask you this big question" ben said pulling out a small box. He looked right into kayla's eyes "will you marry me?" He asked "omg ben yes of course I will" kayla says joyfully and her smile grew as ben put the most beautiful ring on her finger.

*the wedding*

It's only a year later that they had their wedding, kayla had help from bev and even a little help from Bill's wife audra as well. That didn't stop her nerves from building up as she got into her dress "relax kayla its gonna be fine, you both love each other and that's what important" bev says. Kayla smiled as she stood just outside the doors "ready?" Bev asked "yea I'm ready" kayla says as the doors open and she saw her husband to be standing there looking as handsome as ever. As she walked down the aisle Ben's eyes never left her as his smile grew at the woman he felt very lucky to be marrying, when they got to the front bev handed her off to ben and went and sat with the other losers. After they said the vows which brought tears of joy  everyone's eyes "do you ben Hanscom take this woman to be your wife, love and honor her in sickness and health as long as you both shall live?" The persist says "I do" ben said without hesitation. Then it was kayla's turn "do you kayla take this woman to be your wife, love and honor her in sickness and health as long as you both shall live?" She was asked "I do" she says "I now pronounce you husband and wife you may kiss the bride" was said and in seconds Ben's lips were on kayla's and everyone cheers and claps.

[beepbeeprichiellc]

"did you do this to yourself?" and "i'm tired of living" from the prompt list please? ily

Okay, this is highly triggering so please proceed with caution.

Let the angst begin.

Ever since Eddie admitted his sexuality, he had become

different.  Not so different that their

friends recognized what was happening because it was the refined things, the

things that almost everyone overlooked. It was the way his laugh changed, no

longer light and free but sharp and weighted, as if forced. It was the way he

stopped wearing shorts, even though he had worn them every winter for the past

three years. It was the way he would frown when he thought no one was looking,

his face growing dark and distant.

The subtlety masked it from the others but not from Richie.

He picked up on every bit of his friend’s odd behavior, taking notice on when

and how he would change. The Eddie he knew was growing distant, aloof and if

felt like something was slipping, something that Richie couldn’t grasp even if

he tried. So he watched, and waited, not knowing when the right time to bring

it up was but knowing that something crucial was around the corner.

“I think I’m going to head out.”

“Awe, are you sure Eddie? The movie just started.”

The small boy smiled his fake smile, shaking his head. He

pulled on his coat, tugging at the sleeves and adjusting it along his back. “I’ve

got a shit ton of homework, sorry. Next time though.”

There it was again, the change. Eddie’s voice wavered, just

for a split second as if he had rehearsed his response a million times. Richie

watched him say his goodbyes, lingering with his friends a little too long but

not long enough to draw extra attention. He moved to the trashmouth, smirking.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow Rich. Good night.”

“Let me walk you home.” Richie blurted, jumping up from his

chair. “Your house is on my way.”

Eddie flinched, but recovered quick enough. “No, stay. I’ve

got my bike and I know how much you love the Goonies. Stay, have fun.”

Richie wanted to argue but was cut off by Eddie’s hands

wrapping around his waist. There was force behind the hug, it spoke urgency to

Richie, whispering something dark into his ear. As Eddie pulled away he nodded,

his eyes glazed over as if seeing things that had yet to come. “Good bye

Richie.” He whispered before heading out the door.

The trashmouth stood there, unmoving. He watched the door

close, the night swallowing the small loser completely. There was a pull in

him, a violent and urgent need that had begun in his belly and crawled up to

his chest. That hug. That smile. Everything was wrong.

“You okay Richie?” A voice asked from across the room, but

the question fell on deaf ears. Someone pulled on his shirt, a nonverbal

command to sit but he pulled away from the touch.

“Eddie.” He whispered, still staring at the wooden barrier.

“Yeah, he just left.” The same voice replied, confused.

“He isn’t right.”

“What?”

Richie didn’t bother to answer, instead he bolted from his

friends and out the door already aware that Eddie would have made it home by

now. His feet carried him across the wet grass, the cold January breeze causing

his face to become numb and tingly. Deep down he knew he wasn’t fast enough, he

knew that the small boy was in trouble but he only kept pushing, desperate to

move quicker.

When he arrived he didn’t bother knocking, instead going to

the tree like he had done not so long ago. Eddie’s window was unlocked and

Richie took it upon himself to make his way inside. Once his feet were on the

ground he yelled, the name tasted sour in his mouth. There was no response.

He ran to the bathroom, pounding against the door and

screaming his name. This time a response did come, except it was broken and

weak. He jiggled the handle, but it was locked. “Open the door Eddie.” He

growled, his desperation scratching his throat. “Open this fucking door right

now!”

“R-Richie?”

His body slammed itself against the door, violently shaking

it at the hinges. The action was repeated, not once, not twice but three times

before the wood broke open. Richie stumbled in, breathing a sigh of relief.

Once his eyes adjusted to the florescent light, it took everything in his power

not to vomit on the floor.

Blood.

It was everywhere. Eddie sat against his tub, wrists

exposed. He was completely drenched in crimson, the liquid spilling from the

slashes against his own skin. “Oh my god.” Richie choked, forcing himself to

kneel beside his friend. “Did you do this to yourself?”

Eddie’s head lulled against his shoulders, not responding to

the obvious question. The trashmouth grumbled something under his breath before

pulling down the bath towel from rack. Gently he placed it against the razor marks

on his friend’s wrist. As soon as the fabric was placed, it began to soak

through. “Fuck. Fuck Fuck!” Richie hissed, applying pressure to the wound.

“No.” Eddie muttered, pulling his hands away. “Stop it.”

“Stay fucking still, I can’t keep the pressure.”

“Just let me die.” The small boy pleaded, tears now trailing

his face. “Please, I’m tired of living.” Richie felt his heart rip from his

chest, his own tears burned his eyes but he ignored their presence. “I’m sick,

please I don’t want to be gay anymore. I don’t want to be broken. Let me fix

myself.”

There was nothing that could be said to make any of his words better,

nothing in the world that could describe the pain that the two lone boys shared

in that instant. It was defining, a shattered moment between two sides of the

same coin.  Richie shook his head,

choking out his only reply. “I’m not going to let you die.”

Eddie continued to cry, his pleases becoming weaker and

weaker with each passing second. The sirens finally came, but still Richie held

his wrists, pushing aside the knowledge of how warm the blood was against his

skin and how cold his friend had turned.

In the end all that mattered was Eddie, and in the end

Richie hadn’t been enough.

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Change - Ch. 1 | N I N E

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 5,692

A/N - sooo I’m about to go out of the country for spring break so let’s hope I don’t get the corona virus ahaha (trying not to freak out but oh well). my school is out for the rest of the week and I leave early Friday morning so I’m going to try and write as many updates as I can tonight and tomorrow to prepare for next week :)) anyways, I hope you all are healthy and doing well! enjoy this chapter!

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Y/N had never had friends before. At least no friends that were anything like the Losers Club. So when the group split up, Y/N took it pretty hard. She began to fall back into old habits and the girl who had first arrived to Derry at the beginning of the summer was back and maybe even worse than before.

Her smile was mostly non existent, the light gone from her eyes. She rarely talked, only ever speaking to her cousin when needed, and often spent her days silently bird watching in the backyard with Stan while the two tried to ignore the loneliness that was slowly creeping over them.

All she could think about were the Losers and how much she missed them. Mike, Ben, Beverly, Richie, Eddie, Bill. . .she missed them all.

The only person keeping her from falling into the darkness was her cousin. Stan was her best friend for a reason and maybe that's why things weren't as bad as they would've been if the two were to split up as well. They were each other's wall that kept the other from falling apart before their very eyes.

They stayed by each other's side as the days began to creep by. Stan helped keep Y/N's mind off of the Losers and her parents while Y/N helped distract her cousin by rehearsing his lines with him. It was a system that allowed both of them to forget the pain they were going through. But it was those times during the day, when the two were alone and away from each other, that the two were left to their own thoughts.

Having each other was enough to keep them going, but without the Losers by their side, it all just felt sort of meaningless.

Y/N wouldn't admit it, but she missed Bill the most. All she could see when she closed her eyes was the heartbroken look on his face as she had left. But how could she have stayed? She didn't want to be killed or worse get someone else killed in the process. Leaving had seemed like the only logical thing to do, but she didn't realize how losing her friends would hurt more than anything the clown threw at her.

At that thought, Y/N glanced down at her calf which was almost completely healed by now. Only a few scabs were left over from the scratch marks It had given her, but it was obvious there were going to be a few scars left over. The realization that It had made marks on her body that would last a while made Y/N feel sick, so she was quick to look away and pulled on her dress nervously instead.

Today was the big day in which Stanley Uris was supposed to 'become a man.' Y/N and Stan were still not quite sure what that was supposed to mean, but it was obviously important by the size of the crowd that was slowly shuffling their way into the synagogue that warm summer day.

Stan had left with his father about an hour before Y/N left with her aunt, so Y/N was left alone once they got inside while her aunt mingled with the guests before the ceremony was to start. The h/c girl let out a soft sigh as she looked around at the people around her, hoping to maybe see a familiar face.

As if someone had heard her prayers, Y/N suddenly caught sight of a pair of very familiar glasses and it was like her breath caught in her throat once the person's gaze locked with her own.

Richie Tozier let out an audible gasp as the people between him and Y/N moved out of the way, leaving the two standing in front of each other. They hadn't seen each other for a while now and it was obvious neither of them knew what to say. Both of them had left with the same opinion in mind, but the group splitting up meant that Y/N and Stan hadn't even talked to Richie since the big fight.

All Y/N and Richie could do was stare at each other, an awkward silence filling the air around them. Richie coughed awkwardly and pushed his glasses up his nose, but just when he went to open his mouth and say something, Y/N launched forward and wrapped her arms around the boy.

Richie stumbled back slightly and had to gain his balance once again before he looked down to find Y/N hugging him tightly with her head resting against his shoulder. Richie stiffened almost immediately before he swallowed thickly and muttered, "What the hell, Uris?"

Y/N could hear the slight shake in his voice and smiled sadly as she let out a breathy chuckle. "Calm the fuck down and just hug me back, Tozier," she whispered. "You and I could both use one right now."

Richie went silent at that and Y/N merely hugged him a little tighter, knowing that the boy wanted a hug just as desperately as her. He could try and deny it as much as he wanted, but Y/N had always been able to read him and Richie knew that.

There was another moment of silence before Y/N finally felt Richie's arms wrap around her, hugging her just as tight if not tighter than she was him. He tucked the girl's shoulder under his chin and leaned into her embrace more as he held her like he was afraid she would leave him again. His breath was shaky as he held onto her and Y/N had to blink her eyes a few time just to keep tears from coming.

For it was in that moment that the two finally felt a small feeling of relief wash over them after the hell they had been through since the fight. Even if the whole group hadn't made up yet, at least they were on their way and if that meant just the two of them making up at the moment then so be it. It was better than being alone.

The two didn't pull away until everyone was starting to take their seats and even then the two stayed by each other's side, sitting by each other in one of the many rows of the synagogue as they watched Stan walk up to the microphone.

Stan looked around for a minute as if he were looking for someone and it was only when he caught sight of Y/N and Richie that he paused. His eyes stared at Richie like a deer caught in headlights, but the moment Richie sent the curly haired boy a small smile and a thumbs up Stan instantly relaxed.

Stan's eyes then flickered over to his cousin and the reassuring smile she gave him was enough to have the boy smiling softly back before he gained the courage to begin his readings. Richie and Y/N were silent as they listened to the boy speak and both of them secretly fist bumped each other once Stan had finished without mispronouncing a single word.

"Reflecting on the meaning of what I just read," Stan began, gulping slightly as all eyes suddenly turned to him. "The word 'shana' comes up alot. Which means. . .uhm. . .to change, to transform. Which makes sense I guess, because today I'm supposed to become a man."

Stan hesitated for a moment and his eyes flickered over to lock with Y/N's. The girl gave him a questioning look, already recognizing the look in his eyes that said something was wrong.

Stan had to look away and he took in a shaky breath before saying, "It's funny though. Everyone, I think, has some memories they're prouder of more than others, right? And maybe that's why change is so scary."

That was enough to make Y/N still while Richie looked to her confused. Y/N merely shrugged and the two looked back to Stan who was looking around the room as if he were seeing everyone for the first time.

"Cause the things we wish we could leave behind, the whispers we wish we could silence, the nightmares we most wanna wake up from, the memories we wish we could change, secrets we feel that we have to keep, are the hardest to walk away from," Stan said and it was only then that he looked back over at his cousin, his eyes staying locked with hers and he continued to speak.

"The good stuff, the pictures in our mind that fade away the fastest, those pieces of you it feels the easiest to lose. Maybe, I don't want to forget. Maybe, if that's what today's all about, forget it, right?" Stan whispered, his eyebrows furrowed together as if he were coming to a realization and it seemed like Y/N and everyone else in the room was hanging onto every word.

Everyone except for his father.

"Thank you, Stanley," Mr. Uris said as he went to grab for the microphone, but Stan was quick and moved away from his father.

"Uh, uh, today I'm supposed to become a man but I don't. . .I don't feel any different," Stan continued as he walked away from his father who was trying to walk after him. But then Stan was suddenly stopping and he turned to look at his father with a look in his eyes that made Y/N raise her eyebrows in surprise.

"I know I'm a loser," Stan announced, his words making even his father stop. "And no matter what, I always fucking will be."

A loud gasp filled the air as Stan dropped the microphone and walked out of the room. Everyone stared after the boy in pure shock while Richie began to clap and cheer. As for Y/N, she couldn't help but burst out laughing and yell out in pure pride, "That's my cousin!"

Richie's mother was quick to hush her son while Mrs. Uris sent a small glare in Y/N's direction, but both of the kids merely shared a look before getting up from their seats and running out of the synagogue before anyone could stop them.

"Holy shit, Stan the Man!" Richie cried out as him and Y/N began to jog after Stan who was pacing around in the front yard. Stan looked up at that and he visibly relaxed at the sight of his friends before he was tackled in a hug by Y/N.

"I'm so proud of you," Y/N whispered as she squeezed the boy tight. Stan smiled at that and hugged her back just as tight before his eyes flickered over to Richie.

The cousins slowly pulled away from each other and Stan and Richie both stared at each other before smiling softly. "We good?" Stan questioned as he nervously put his hands into his pockets.

"We're good," Richie assured him with a nod while Y/N looked between the two boys with a warm smile on her face. "I cannot believe you fucking did that, Stanley. You should've seen their faces!" Richie exclaimed before dying with laughter, Y/N quickly joining in while Stan blushed.

"My father's going to kill me when I get home," Stan muttered out with a breathy laugh.

"Then let's not go home," Y/N suggested causing both boys to look to her. "At least not yet anyways. You're already in trouble, why not have some fun before we go back?"

"That's the best idea you've ever had, darlin'" Richie laughed as he wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulder and turned to look at Stan. "Come on, Stan the Man. We can go to the arcade or something."

Stan was silent as he let his calculating eyes flicker in between Richie and Y/N. But Y/N knew he was only pretending to think about it. After all, her and her cousin were similar in numerous ways and she knew how much they had both been yearning to hang out with at least one of their friends.

"Fine," Stan said as he let out a dramatic sigh that had Richie and Y/N both rolling their eyes with small smiles on their faces.

That was how the three ended up at the Derry arcade not too long after that. None of them had brought their bikes since they had come with their families, so the three had to walk all the way there in their dressy clothes. Richie complained nonstop, but it didn't take much for the Uris cousins to figure out that he was only doing it to hide his excitement about getting to hang out with them.

Y/N had only been to an arcade a few times in her lifetime, each of them being in the Derry arcade during the summers she would spend there. It was Richie's favorite place to go and Y/N still remembered the first time he had introduced her to Streetfighter, his favorite game. The two had played that game endlessly it had felt like and it didn't take long for the two to fall back into their old habits, the two friends trash talking each other as they tried to beat each other.

"Yes! Take that, Uris!" Richie yelled as he not only beat her, but the high score of the whole game as well. Y/N rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop the small smile beginning to play on her lips.

"You just got lucky," Y/N tried to say, but Richie only scoffed and gave her a look. "Okay, fine. You win," she sighed earning a smirk from Richie before the boy judged her playfully with his elbow.

Y/N smiled at the boy while Stan watched the two fondly. "Okay, my turn," Stan announced as he walked over to the console, Richie instantly by his side.

He began playing and before she knew it, Richie was yelling at the curly haired boy what he needed to do while Stan was yelling back at Richie to just shut up. It was enough to make Y/N laugh and she couldn't help but think about how much her mood had changed just by being able to be with one of her friends again.

This was the happiest she had felt since the argument and for a moment she seemed to forget about everything that was going on.

Y/N began to look around the arcade to see if she could find another game they could play later, but found herself looking out the window. She smiled softly as she watched the people all walking by, some of them laughing and smiling while others conversed with their friends. Y/N didn't even realize she had walked up to the window until her hand was pressing against the cool glass.

A feeling of calm washed over her as she watched the town of Derry go about their lives, the sound of the arcade and her cousin and Richie's bickering in the background.

Something then flashed at her eyes and Y/N grimaced before blinking a few times only to find that the sun had reflected off a silver bike and into her eyes. However, the light was quickly forgotten as soon as she read the word 'Silver' written across the bike, her smile being replaced with a look of pure shock as her eyes flickered up to lock on the person on the bike—Bill Denbrough.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of the boy, his hair gently blowing in the wind while he leaned his head back ever so slightly to enjoy the sun's warmth and the gentle breeze. He was perfect just like always and Y/N swore her heart skipped a beat just at the sight of him.

She watched as the boy suddenly sat up straight and, as of sensing her gaze, his eyes flickered over to the window as he began to ride past it. His eyes widened ever so slightly and his jaw dropped open a little as their eyes locked.

It was like a scene from one of those movies where time stood still. A million words were spoken just through that one glance and Y/N felt a sudden sadness wash over her as she was reminded of the heartbroken look Bill had given her as she walked away.

Y/N had to quickly look away, ignoring the furious beating of her heart and the sickening feeling in her stomach. She waited a moment before looking out the window again and watching as Bill rose down the rest of the street, his head hanging a bit lower than before. She frowned at the sight and the sickening feeling in her stomach only got worse.

All she wanted was to run out of the arcade and run after the boy, but she knew she couldn't. After the fight, after the way Bill had acted and after he had punched Richie, she didn't know what to expect. Would he even want to talk to her? Would he even care?

Y/N swallowed thickly as those thoughts began to swirl around in her head. Then, with a shaky breath, the girl turned around and walked back over to Stan and Richie who were complaining about the best strategy to use for the game.

She let her eyes flicker between Richie and Stan and tried to smile, but the happy feeling she had gotten earlier was gone. After all, she had just been reminded about all of the people who weren't with them. She was reminded of the fight and how most of the group was still all on their own. And the pain of the realization was enough to make her happiness disappear.

"Y/N?" Stan whispered causing the girl to snap out of her thoughts and look at the two boys who were watching her with a hint of concern in their eyes.

"You okay, Uris?" Richie questioned, tilting his head slightly.

Y/N blinked and gave the boys a forced smile as she nodded her head. "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" she questioned. The two boys shared a look, but didn't get a chance to say anything before Y/N was gesturing towards the game.

"Come on. I want a rematch and there's no way in hell I'm letting you beat me again," Y/N said earning a loud laugh from Richie as she walked over to the console.

"Oh, you are so on, Uris," Richie laughed as he too took his place at the console.

Y/N smiled softly at that before her eyes caught sight of Stan giving her a look that asked if she was really okay. Y/N nodded ever so slightly but the look Stan gave her practically screamed that he didn't believe her. However, before Stan could question her, Y/N was already looking back at Richie was a smirk on her face.

"Loser has to buy the other whatever ice cream they want."

"Oh, you are so going down!"

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August

Weeks passed and the Losers were still no where close to reuniting. Y/N had seen a few of her friends in passing, but the fight was still too fresh in their minds for any of them to talk to each other. Eddie was the only one Y/N hadn’t seen.

She had seen Mike from across the street and given him a smile and a wave, but he had only smiled at her sadly before walking in to a shop to make a delivery. She had been walking past the library when she caught sight of Ben sitting by a window, but the boy had only lowered his head sadly and focused on his book until she left.

Y/N had been walking out of a store with her aunt when she saw Beverly, but the red head had only given her the smallest of waves before disappearing around a corner. Then there were the few occasions she had seen Bill riding on his bike only for him to stare at her like it physically pained him to see her before he biked away as quick as possible.

Stan and Richie were the only reason Y/N hadn't gone spiraling down the rabbit hole. She spent almost every day hanging out with the two of them whether it be at the arcade or just biking around town. She was starting to do a little better now that she not only had Stan by her side but Richie as well. However, that sinking feeling of her stomach that came from missing the others never went away, especially when it came to Bill.

It wasn't until a couple of days after seeing Bill at the arcade that she had allowed herself to realize why she missed him so much. She liked Bill. She really liked him. And the realization of the fact only to remember that she now didn't even have him as a friend was enough to have her sobbing until Stan found her in her room. He had held her for what felt like hours after that while she just cried and Stan gave her the comfort she needed.

Y/N had confided in Stan about her crush after that and she had never seen her cousin so happy yet so upset at the same time. He was happy that she liked Bill, after all, he thought the two would be a perfect match. But then he saw his cousin's pain and it was like he felt it as well, his heart aching for the girl as he knew how much the fight with Bill must have affected her.

After that night, Y/N tried not to think about the Losers or Bill as much. It was hard, especially when she was alone. However, Richie and Stan helped her get by and before she knew it, it was August.

That meant she didn't have long before she would have to head home and Y/N hadn't realized how much she didn't want that to happen until it was slowly growing nearer with each passing day. Spending the summer with her cousin in Derry may have had some rocky moments, but it was also the happiest she had ever been in her whole life. She didn't want for it to end and she sure as hell didn't want to leave, so there were a few days at the beginning of August where she was a little quieter than usual and wanted to be left alone with her thoughts.

Stan didn't push it, knowing that the subject of her parents and her life back at home was a touchy topic for the girl. He and Richie had made it their sworn duty to make to rest of the summer the best Y/N had ever experienced and they hadn't been doing too bad so far.

In fact, Y/N was going to head down to the quarry with them that very afternoon. But before she could do that, the girl had promised her aunt that she would run to the pharmacy to pick up a few things that they had needed.

Stan had wanted to tag along, but his father was still upset about what had happened at his bar mitzvah, so Stan had to spend at least a couple of hours every day reading from the Torah. Wanting to go to the quarry later that day, Stan had decided it was best if he stayed home to read the Torah then rather than go to the pharmacy with Y/N.

Y/N didn't blame him and had taken the small list of things to get before making her way into town by herself. She hadn't been in the mood to ride Stan's bike, so the girl had resorted to walking, knowing that she didn't have to grab much anyways.

It took a little longer than riding a bike would, but Y/N didn't mind. She got to the pharmacy not that much later and went to open the door only for it to suddenly be thrown open and for someone to rush past her.

Y/N blinked in surprise and let her eyes flicker over to the person who she immediately recognized as Eddie. Her eyes widened at the sight of her friend, but she didn't have long to be shocked because she had caught sight of Eddie's distraught and completely red face as he struggled to hold back tears.

"Eddie?" Y/N questioned in a soft yet concerned voice as she hesitantly walked after the boy. She knew she probably shouldn't be talking to him, especially if his mother were to be around, but she frankly didn't care. If Eddie was upset, then whatever was his problem was now her problem whether his mother liked it or not.

Eddie froze at the sound of her voice and hesitated before slowly turning back around, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of her. "Y/N?" he whispered, his voice shaky as he quickly went to wipe his tears away with the arm that wasn't currently wrapped in a white cast.

"Eddie, what's-?" Y/N began, but she didn't even get a chance to finish what she was saying before Eddie had taken a few quick strides to hug the girl. Y/N blinked in surprise, but didn't hesitate to hug the boy back, squeezing her eyes shut as she held onto the boy who she hadn't even seen since that day at the Neibolt house.

Eddie was shaking as he hugged her, his one good hand balling into a fist around her shirt as he held her like he was afraid she would leave him. For a moment, it reminded Y/N of the hug Richie had given her, but this one was different not only because it was Eddie but because she could practically feel the emotions that were radiating off the boy.

Y/N frowned and pulled away to look at the boy, ignoring Eddie's confused face as she furrowed her eyebrows and wiped away his tears, whispering, "What's wrong, Eds?"

Eddie smiled ever so slightly at the nickname before lowering his head. He let out a pained laugh before whispering, "Oh, it's nothing." However, his eyes betrayed him by flickering down to his cast which Y/N finally was able to see well enough to notice the giant word 'Loser' that had been written in black marker across his cast.

Y/N frowned at the sight and looked back at Eddie who was looking at his cast sadly. With a sigh, Y/N reached out and pat Eddie's shouldn't before saying, "Wait right here, okay? I'll be right back."

Eddie's head shot up at that and he went to question her, but the girl had already turned and was walking into the pharmacy he had come out of only moments before. Eddie frowned slightly before looking back down at his cast, the guilt of what his mother had said to Y/N the last time they were together eating away at him and making him feel sick.

Y/N returned a couple of minutes later to find that Eddie hadn't even moved an inch from the spot she had left him in. She began to rummage through the bag she had as she walked over to the boy, pushing past the things her aunt had needed until finding the one item she had bought on her own.

Eddie could hear the rustling of the bag and glanced up in time to see Y/N pull out a red marker with a smile on her face. The boy furrowed his eyebrows, but Y/N was already gently grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the curb for them to sit down.

Eddie watched as she set her stuff down before the h/c girl turned to look at him with a shy smile on her face. She gestured towards his cast and whispered, "May I?"

Eddie didn't quite understand what she was doing, but he trusted her. He trusted her with his whole life in fact and he had ever since the day the two first met. So nodding his head was almost an automatic response, knowing she would never do anything to hurt him or make him upset.

Y/N smiled softly at that before gently picking up the boy's cast and moving his arm to rest in her lap. She pulled the cap off the red marker in her hands before she began to write on his cast, her tongue sticking out in concentration while Eddie observed her quietly.

He thought back to when he was younger and how, for a whole summer, he had the biggest crush on the girl that sat before him today. She was just so kind to him and made him feel happier than most people did, not to mention she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

It wasn't really a surprise when he ended up having a crush on her, but it took a school year away from her and seeing her the next summer to know that his feelings had changed. Y/N was nothing more than a sister to him and he knew that Y/N felt the same way. The love they had for each other was strictly platonic and always would be.

And in that moment, Eddie wished he had been lucky enough to have been given a sister like Y/N. But it only took him a moment more to realize that although they may not actually be related, he had been given a Y/N as his sister and he would forever be grateful for that.

"There," Y/N smiled as she looked to Eddie and showed him his cast. The boy looked down and couldn't help but smile at the sight. She had taken the word 'Loser' and corrected it with the red marker so that it now read 'Lover,' something that made Eddie blush and let out a breathy chuckle.

His eyes flickered up to look at the girl and he stared at her for a moment before smiling and whispering, "Thank you.”

Y/N merely smiled in response before asking, "Is it okay if I sign it?"

Eddie was a little hesitant to say yes, but he couldn't help himself when his smile grew just a tiny bit. He instantly nodded his head and Y/N grinned before gently taking ahold of his arm once again and neatly writing her name across the white cast, knowing that the boy would want his cast to look as nice and clean as possible.

Once she was done, the girl put the cap back on her marker and shoved it into her bag before looking to Eddie who was already watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. "What?" Y/N questioned curiously as she tilted her head at the boy.

"I'm sorry," Eddie suddenly blurted out making Y/N blink in surprise. "What my mother said was not cool and none of it was true. And I’m just. . .I'm so sorry she said those things to you."

Eddie looked down at his cast and rubbed a thumb over the girl's signature before frowning and whispering, "I really hope you don't hate me for it."

Y/N blinked once before giving the boy a surprised look. "I could never hate you for something that your mother did," Y/N assured the boy as she wrapped an arm around him and rested her head against his shoulder. Eddie leaned into her touch and let his head rest against her own as the two sat there on the curb together.

"Your mother can try and stop us all she wants, but we're still going to be friends no matter what she says," Y/N whispered making the boy crack a smile at that.

Eddie reached his hand over and placed it on top of Y/N's before giving it a small squeeze. "I've missed you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled warmly and held the boy a little tighter as she whispered back, "I've missed you too, Eddie."

A beeping from Eddie's watch was enough to make him snap back to reality, a panicked look on his face as he muttered, "Fuck." Eddie was quick to pull away from Y/N and stood up before wiping the dust from his pants. "I'm sorry, but I've really got to go. If I don't get home soon, my mom is going to go batshit crazy."

Y/N let out a chuckle and accepted the hand Eddie held out to her before he helped her into her feet. "No, I get it. You get home safely, okay?" she said as she smiled at the boy.

Eddie stared at her for a second before quickly reaching out and pulling her in for one last hug, relishing in the feeling of having the girl by his side once again after a torturous and lonely few weeks.

"Bye, Eds," Y/N whispered as she hugged the boy back and for a moment Eddie wanted nothing more than to have a mother who wasn't so overbearing so that he could stay with Y/N for a little bit longer.

He pulled away and let his eyes flicker over the girl's face one last time before giving her a soft smile, "Bye, Y/N."

Eddie then turned on his heels and began on his way back home while Y/N watched after him until he had turned the corner. With a small sigh, the girl bent down and picked her bag back up before beginning the long walk back home to where Stan would no doubt be waiting for her return.

Although this time, she felt a little less alone than before and that was enough to put a small smile on her face.

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