#i think it was eddie at least ? or maybe it was stan. it might have been stan

[girl-bateman]

reading IT right now and I'm starting to worry that the hypochondriac and the podcast-bro arent gonna be gay together and that tumblr fanart has tricked me one again.... 🤨

[mpregbuck]

I feel like atp even if there were plans to make bvddie canon theyre gone now. if tim minear is even half as petty as I am he would see that reaction and go u know what fuck you u actually don't get what you want now cause ur acting so goddamn entitled. like when tarlos fans got mad about the deleted scenes instead of appreciating them being released and his reaction was to say "okay fine then I just won't release deleted scenes anymore" (like I'm sure it was mostly a marketing decision but part of me thinks they intentionally released a scene about bucktommy just to prove a point.) idk man it's just really upsetting as a bi man to see the absolutely vile shit bvddie stans are saying and even tho I love the ship I now never want it to go canon cause they've fuckin ruined it

hey anon, at first let me agree with the fact that i do in fact also love bvddie a lot and i still love reading fics for them, the edits of them are fantastic and the fanart is S tier. it’s a great pairing with a lot of potential there IF the writers decided to ever go there but…

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yeah, i agree. i honestly think before tommy was introduced again in 7x03 and the kiss in 7x04 that in my brain, bvddie was the most logical endgame for buck until it wasn’t.

i came into the show shipping bvddie much like a lot of new fans to the show but instead of hopping onto the tommy anti express hate train i found myself falling in love with buck and tommy together. at first i was still on board with bvddie still being endgame but as each episode aired after 7x04 i became faced with the reality of the situation (at least the way i see it) that bvddie might always be fanon and that’s ok because fandom keeps ships alive whether they’re canon or not. some of the biggest ships EVER are non-canon (i mean, cmon spirk? one of the OG MM ships?) so it didn’t really deter me from enjoying bvddie to this day. what HAS deterred me from interacting with bvddie content is toxic bvddies. i don’t like using the lil nicknames, idc if other ppl do, whatever, but i prefer just referring to certain kinds as just toxic plain and simple.

toxic shippers have made it difficult for anyone who multiships to interact with bvddie content. while there are incredibly nice & welcoming bvddie endgamers out there, it doesn’t overshadow the hateful ones in my online experience at least. i’ve blocked so many ppl over this ship discourse, which ive never had to do with any other fandom before the extent i have with 911. everyday i still find new ppl to block, you go under almost any comment section on the 911 insta and its filled with nasty comments abt tommy and only caring abt whether bvddie will be canon in s8. people projecting their hatred of tommy/lou onto the cast/crew of the show when it’s be said and proven time and time again that it’s quite the opposite. now im certain there’s bad apples in the bucktommy side as well, but from what ive seen online so far it is not nearly to the caliber of the bvddie side. ive blocked maybe a handful of bucktommy’s for being hateful towards eddie or being toxic overall, but ive probably blocked over 100+ toxic bvddies. i can only imagine it’d be worse if i was active on 911 twt which i’m not (thank god) but i have ventured into the tags before on there and let me tell you, it’s fucking horrifying how gross ppl are over there. twt is a cesspool for fandom anyways tho, the fucking asshole of fandom, it’s a septic tank really.

now im my own opinion which could be completely untrue of course, but just basing my thoughts on what i’ve seen online and interviews and such, tim seems to be really happy about bucktommy and idk how ppl believe otherwise. tim has expressed he loves LFJ and wanted him back on the show. tim showed up on set for the kiss scene. tim posting an entire youtube vibe abt bucktommy being soulmates that touches on the invisible string theory and explains how they accidentally found buck’s perfect match. tim sharing the deleted tommy scene is also huge but im waiting to see if he releases more (because i remember seen somewhere that he said there’d be more?) and if he does then great but it’s also still pretty telling to me after the whole karaoke fiasco.

oliver has said nothing but praises towards buck’s queer storyline. he quite literally said if you dont like it then watch something else. despite ppl saying he’s never interacted with bucktommy content online, that’s a lie because he has liked fanart of them.

aisha, kenneth & tracie have all expressed how they like tommy/lou and love working with him.

jlh said she loved bvddie before but is excited to see where buck and tommy go and then on an insta live said she doesn’t think bvddie is happening and was bombarded by toxic fans to the point of ending the live early.

ppl think it’s all some ruse to make it seem like bvddie is never happening so when it does happen it’s a “surprise” ……..

the nasty hate comments are doing nothing but exposing these types of ppl for who they are and that honestly to them, 911 is just the bvddie show to them. the people who run these social media accs for 911 are looking at these comments and cringing, they aren’t running to tim and abc being like “we must give these crazies what they want!” they’re mostly likely being ignored or honestly, as you said, being looked at and just reinforcing their decision to most likely make tommy buck’s endgame so as long as his schedule is open for filming.

what gets me the most about the hate these types of shippers spew online is how they aren’t embarrassed because they are so sooo convinced they will be right one day and therefore their insane, nasty behavior online will be justified. oliver stark literally left twt because of fans like this, people act like he was joking around, that he was shooting the shit probably because “he’s british and british people just have that kind of humor” which yes to a certain extent but let me just add these posts to set an example to why if oliver were still on twt he absolutely would not be happy with the way toxic bvddies are acting right now.

oliver (and ryan&other cast too) being positive abt bvddie never meant it was going to be canon of become canon one day. they do not decide these things, whether they believe it should or not. a lot of bvddie shippers come from previous fandoms where queerbaiting was there, where they were made fun of by actors of their ships, by the creators of the show! so i understand the frustration but oliver is not queerbaiting and buck is not a queerbait character when he quite literally is now confirmed bisexual and in a relationship with a man.

he’s just not the “correct” queer to these people. despite headcanons (hell even i hc eddie as queer!!) eddie so far, in canon, is not queer. by the end s7 he is still shown to not be over shannon and ruins his relationship with his son over this. ryan has stated in interviews he sees eddie as heterosexual, possibly pushing this because of the influx of ship discourse, and he’s glad to see a vulnerable and deep friendship that buck and eddie can have as a straight man and a queer man and how important he thinks it is.

every single thing that points to bvddie never going canon is like they’re being shot point blank in the chest. i get it, your ship not becoming canon sucks, but again, that is what fandom is for! shipping has never been about how canon smth is, there is 20k fics out there for bvddie and they aren’t canon. they can turn that into 40k, 100k, 1M if they really wanted to! instead they use their time and energy posting death threats, wishing death upon a gay character, bullying ppl online for enjoying a ship.

meanwhile from what ive seen bucktommys are rolling with goofy ass spy tommy theories created by antis and making jokes for our own fun.

so yes, i agree overall. they truly don’t deserve what they think they do. we didn’t whine and scream for a deleted scene. they did. we got ours without even expecting it and are having fun.

maybe if they behaved better i wouldn’t be so petty abt it. it’s a shame because of how much potential it has, unfortunately it is just not going that way atm. and even if it does one day, it is not because they paraded online with hate, it is because that’s the story tim and the others wanted to write and abc approved it.

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[nnjthndr]

I was thinking about what each losers' 4 favourite movies on letterboxed would be and then I proceeded to wrote my thoughts about their general taste in movies, enjoy.

Bill is a "horror fan" and by that I mean he has only watched the most digestible and acclaimed horror movies. He actually kinda likes shitty 90s slashers but thinks it will make him look like he has bad taste so he says he prefers the recent elevated horror stuff despite not liking or understanding them. Bill is also an MCU fan (or maybe was before phase 4). He goes to see every blockbuster no matter the quality. He also watches all of his wife's movies, of course, and only sometimes lies about he liking them (Even when Audra is saying that she fucking hated them). Bill says his favourite director is Nolan despite not really understanding half of his movies. Bill is an 'Avatar' (the movie) fan... what I'm getting at is that Bill is the one with the basic bitch taste (who doesn't even dabble in the one unique thing they like with the fear of having bad taste), sorry bill.

Richie has watched a lot of movies from every genre and has actual good taste. When asked about his favourite movies however he would only list shitty b movies (he has a Neil Breen movie in his top4) or popular horrible/funny bad movies (think cats, suicide squad, madame web, a minecraft movie etc). He watched all the Dreamworks movies, depending on the day his favourite is either 'Shark Tale' or 'The Bee Movie' (His actual fave is Shrek 2). His favourite horror movies are the Evil Dead movies. His fav director is Tarantino, watched all of his movies countless times, says his fav is Shyamalan instead. Says his fav recent movie is 'Old, the movie with the beach that makes you old' (never watched it his actual recent fave is Challengers) .

Eddie used to be the kind of guy who watched like 5 movies a year and said that his favourite movie was 'The Godfather' despite never seeing it. After Derry 2.0 is when he starts to actually watch movies. Eddie complains through most movies about 'logistics' and stuff and thinks he might just not like movies, but every once in a while he will find a movie like 'The Holdovers', get so engrossed in it he will watch another 100 movies trying to find one with similar 'movie magic' where he's loving the movie too much to complain about anything.

Richie loves his complaining though so he makes Eddie watch bad b-movies with him and watches Eddie complain more than the movie itself (Richie loves his husband). Eddie will say that "He doesn't want to watch another shitty movie again" as he sits down on the couch  because he does enjoy complaining about movies that are made to be complained about (Eddie also loves his husband).

When asked his fav director he says it's Spielberg, he has only seen 'Jurassic Park' but he did like it. He finally watches the godfather, it's okay. He likes the 2nd one better.

Stan is a documentary guy, he has also watched so many of them that he started to be very pretentious critical about their quality. He is also someone who from like 15 years of age said that he only likes movies when they are "realistic". (He does have a couple of guilty favourites that are not "realistic". Nobody but Patty knows, even then everybody accuses him of this which he denies) Aside from documentaries, he mostly like biopics (if they are good) some dramas (if they are good) and 3 hour epics (if they are good). His fav director is probably Scorsese. Patty says Stan's fav movie is 'Goncharov', Stan does not get the joke.

Mike has at least 1 Ghibli movie in his top4 although he watched almost all of them. He is also an old movie lover, most of the movies he has watched are like from the 50s, 60s, 70s. His favourite genre is mystery, he has a list ranking all of the murder mysteries he has watched. He doesn't watch a lot of recent movies when he is not watching with the losers, he does however occasionally watch some feel-good movies from the 2000s and 2010s. He also watches some documentaries although Stan calls him a fake documentary fan because "Most of what you watch are just the unhinged ramblings of conspiracy theorists disguised in a documentary shaped trenchcoat". His favourite recent movie is 'Nope'.

Bev has watched a lot of sapphic movies, there is something appealing about them to her (which could mean nothing). The "good for her movies" are very hit or miss for her. Sometimes it's a fun time and sometimes she turns the movie off halfway through and watches a feel-good movie with Ben instead. She is a lynchian girl, those movies speak to her. Her favourite superhero movies are the spider-verse movies. She does also enjoy a good chick flick once in a while although Ben enjoys them more. She is also the only person who likes shitting on shitty movies with Richie and Eddie

Ben loves musicals and romcoms. He likes sappy movies and sings in the shower. Ben is a Disney/Pixar guy, he cries a lot during most movies but especially these ones. He loves the 'High School Musical' movies despite being like 30 when he first watched them. He is a Wes Anderson guy, his style and the colouring of his movies are very pleasing to him (Also the sets, he loves Anderson movies' sets). He and Bev watched the 'Twilight' movies as a joke and then got way to into them, now they rewatch these dramadies every year.

Also they all went to Barbenheimer together, here is their favourite of the two

Patty - Oppenheimer (liked both but OP was just better)

Stan - Oppenheimer (liked Barbie too, he won't admit it though)

Bill - Oppenheimer (lying)

Audra - Oppenheimer (did not like Barbie, they cut the scene she was in)

Richie - Barbie (he would not stop singing I'm Just Ken)

Eddie - Oppenheimer (liked/disliked them equally chose OP because Richie would not stop singing I'm Just Ken)

Mike - Oppenheimer (liked both but come on guys OP is just better)

Ben - Barbie (he is a Gerwig guy, he also fell asleep during OP)

Bev - Barbie (she often joined in on singing I'm Just Ken with Richie)

[bardoftheshire]

At Least I've Got You || C1

Richie Tozier x Reader

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

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

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

Word Count; 15,5032 (wow!)

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You lay in your bed and stare at the ceiling.

7:16 the clock on your nightstand read.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But then Stan will have nothing left!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hit Richie once more but laugh.

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

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

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

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

The laughter was unfortunately short lived when you looked ahead.

"Oh shit.."

Bowers.

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

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

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

'Fucking bitch.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Best feeling ever." Stanley says.

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

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

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

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

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

"I start my training." Richie says.

"Wait, what training?" Eddie asks.

"Street fighter."

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

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

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

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

"Right."

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

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

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

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

"Right?" You say.

"You think they'll actually find her?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fucking losers!" Patrick laughs.

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

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

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

"Shut up, Bill." Eddie says concerningly.

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

Henry, Belch, and Patrick all turn around slowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Richie opens the box of the oatmeal pies quietly and hands you one. You thank him quietly as you accept it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'What's he gonna say this time?'

"Then you probably have crabs."

"Sometimes, yeah." Eddie responds.

"That is so not funny."

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

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

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

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

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

You raise your eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, I can smell it from here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you- Are you retarded?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No. Georgie wore galoshes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He has a point." Stanley says.

"I second that." You butt in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just suck the wound." Richie says.

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

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

"You need to focus?" Richie says.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my god, it just fucking is!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait what? Why?" Richie asks.

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

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

"See you." You say before riding away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What? How?" You say.

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

"Yeah."

"Did you see my loogie?"

"It's by distance." Ben says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks for that."

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

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

"I'll go."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You turn around and see the girl from yesterday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up." Eddie says.

Richie splashes you, getting more water in your mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Richie swims off and you follow behind.

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

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

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

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

"Hey." You say, smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are we looking?" Eddie asks.

"Right here, right here! Right here!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is it? Who sent you this?"

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

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

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

"What's with the history project?"

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

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

"You went to the library? On purpose?"

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

"Oh, I wanna see."

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

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

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

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

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

"The what?"

"Don't you watch Geraldo?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beverly gave you a sly smile.

"Why is it all murders and missing kids?"

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

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

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

Eddie shakes his head. "No. No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No he's not."

"Cool, huh?" Ben says proudly.

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

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

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

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

"Nerd alert." Richie says.

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

Richie flips you off.

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

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

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

"What?"

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

You looked and listened to him closely, intrigued by the history and how he told and explained everything.

"There were rumors of Indians, but no sign of an attack. Everybody just thought it was a plague or something. But it's like one day everybody just woke up and left. The only clue was a trail of bloody clothes leading to the Well House."

"Jesus. We can get Derry on Unsolved Mysteries." Richie sighs.

"Let's do that. That's a brilliant idea." Eddie says sarcastically.

"How about no.." You object.

You examine the leftover articles that were not yet hung up. "You're right, Ben. This is cool."

"Thanks."

"Where was the Well House?" Bill asks.

"I don't know. Somewhere in town, I guess. Why?"

"Nothing."

You smile to yourself and turn to Ben. "Thanks for the history lesson, Ben. This is really cool. I can tell you put a lot of effort into this."

"Thank you." He smiles.

You sigh and cross your arms, looking at everyone else. "Well, I think I have to get going, now. I'm supposed to be home in..." You look at your watch to check the time. "2 minutes. And I don't think that will happen. I don't wanna die today so.."

"Alright. Bye, Y/n. Thanks for coming over." You point at him and click your tongue.

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You hummed to yourself as you peddled down a small dirt road to get to your house.

A red balloon with 'I Love Derry' passed by and suddenly everything and every sound was completely gone.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and stopped your bike.

"Hello?"

You looked around and there was no one. No sound of cars, children playing, or hundreds of people having conversations. Not even a footstep was heard.

"Hello?" You said louder, drawing the word out more.

You began to feel uncomfortable. You've never seen Derry so barren, especially at this time.

You sniffled, coughed, and even began drumming your fingers on the handles of your bike just to make some noise to somewhat comfort yourself.

You get back on and bike further, looking at any shops or playgrounds to see if anyone was there. But there wasn't. You were all alone.

You tried not to panic. Maybe everyone just decided to not be out right now. Right?

You peddle to a stream to hear the sound of the water running. It helped for a minute.

Suddenly you were pushed into it face first and when you tried to get up someone held you and your head down into it.

You splashed around in struggle, losing your strength and oxygen, and then it suddenly just disappeared.

You quickly got up and looked around everywhere and saw nothing, once again. You turn to your bike only to see another red balloon with someone standing behind it.

'Where were they coming from?'

"H-hello? Who are you?"

The balloon popped, revealing a clown with red hair and classic face paint.

You flinched at his appearance and the sudden noise.

"Hello, Y/n." The clown said with a large smile on his face. The makeup only exaggerated it even more.

Something in your mind was screaming at you to leave but you couldn't.

You had no words. You forgot how to breathe, blink, and move. You were completely frozen in fear.

"Nothing to say? I thought you didn't like the quiet." The clown frowns.

Your breath hitches. You snap out of it and quickly run to your bike only to be quickly stopped by him grabbing your wrist.

"Please, I don't want to be alone, don't leave me."

"G-get away from me!" You shout breaking away from his grasp and biking away as quickly as you could.

"No one cares about you. Forever alone. Just like me." The clown mock cries from the distance before letting out an eerie laugh.

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You panted and made it onto your street, still seeing no one the whole way.

You toss your bike on the floor and head inside of your house.

"Mom! Dad! Josie!" You called out loudly.

You go to each room in the house, finding none of your family.

You sit in a corner and take fistfulls of hair into your hands and sob. "I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be alone. Please!"

You rocked back and forth, all alone. By yourself with no one by your side or even around you.

"I'm all alone." You sniffed and sobbed louder.

The jingle of keys and rattle of the door catches your ear and you let go of your hair.

"Mommy..?" Your voice cracks.

"Y/n? What are you doing on the floor? Why are you crying? And why are you wet?" She says, looking down at you pitifully.

"I- I was all alone a-and no one- there was no one. I had no one with me- and the clown and I- I couldn't breathe-" You say through sobs and hiccups.

"What's the matter with you?"

"What?" Your voice shaky.

"Stop crying and go help me with the groceries."

You blink at her absently, astounded with her reaction, but you proceed to get up and go to the car to get the bags of food from the back.

"What the fuck just happened.." You said to yourself quietly. Your eyes were still puffy, and your legs hurt from the heavy peddling.

You place the bags onto the counter and go to the living room.

"I need to see someone. Someone, anyone." You whispered to yourself

You go to the phone and put in the number and bring it to your ear. Your hands still shook.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs. Tozier, It's Y/n L/n. Uh, is Richie there right now?"

"Yes, he just got home. Why?"

"Do you think I could come over and hang out with him?"

The call went silent for a few seconds before Mrs. Tozier responded.

"Of course, Y/n. Come over whenever."

"Thank you, Mrs. Tozier."

And then the line went dead. You hung the phone back up and went to the kitchen where your mom was putting away the groceries.

"Hey, uh mom?"

"What? Can you help me put these away?"

"Yeah, of course. But- I'm going to Richie's house. Mrs. Tozier said it was alright with her." You say as you grab a bag and begin putting the contents of it where they belonged.

"I don't know. After earlier are you even in shape to go?" She said, looking away from you.

"Please, mom. I just- I need to talk to him. Please.." You begged.

She turned around and glared at you before responding flatly. "Fine."

The breath you didn't even know you held was released and the shakiness that you had was now calmed.

"Thank you, mom. I'll be back before the lights come on." You say.

You were horrified to even bike now but you needed to talk to someone or be around someone. Someone that knew how to comfort you, unlike your mom.

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*Ding-Dong*

You stood outside on the Tozier's front door while you waited for someone to answer it.

"Mrs. Tozier? It's Y/n." You say.

After a moment the door opens, Mrs. Tozier stood at the doorway before inviting you in. "Hello, Y/n. Richie's in his room. Do you want anything?"

"No thank you. I'll just head over to his room." You smiled.

Mrs. Tozier nodded and allowed you to walk through the hallway into Richie's room.

You knock on his door.

"Mom, I'm busy!" Richie shouts from the other side of the door.

"Busy doing what?" You ask.

You can hear scrambling and curses coming from inside of the room. You smile as he opens the door.

"Y/n."

"Yeah, that's my name."

Richie rolls his eyes and sits on his bed. "What are you doing here?"

You frown and sigh. "I was just wondering if I could hang out with you for a few hours maybe?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's cool." Richie nods and invites you into his room and gets back up to close the door. "What's up?"

The bed creaks as you take a seat on it, bouncing ever so slightly. "I don't know. Just- something that happened earlier that kinda freaked me out." You shrug.

Richie takes a seat right next to you, moving an Uncanny X-Men comic out of the way and onto his nightstand.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Richie tended to be an asshole who said some pretty out of pocket and gross things sometimes, but he really did care for his friends and very rarely, treated them with care.

"Nah. But thanks, Richie." You shake your head.

Richie nodded and laid upright on his bed, grabbing his comic to continue it. "I still have that book you were reading here the last time you came over. It's on my desk." He said, pointing to it.

*knock* *knock* "Richie, what have I said about closing the door all the way when you have your friends over?" Mrs. Tozier shouted from the other side.

Richie groaned and got up to open the door. "To leave it open a little bit."

"That's right." Mrs. Tozier sighed. "Y/n, do you want anything? Water? Any snacks?" She offered.

"Some water would be nice, but I can get it myself, Mrs. Tozier."

Mrs. Tozier shook her head. "No, no. I'll bring some for you, Y/n. Just stay in here."

Richie grumbles and takes the book off of his desk, tossing it to you. "My mom never treats me like that."

You smile. "She loves you, Richie. Just be lucky she's not like Eddie's mom."

"Oh, god. I'd kill myself!" He laughs.

You laugh along with him. "'He's so fragile, take your pills my precious little baby, aw give mommy kisses.' I feel bad for him sometimes."

'No one cares about you. Forever alone.'

The clown.

You clear your throat and open up your book to the page that had the corner folded in.

“You’re freaking me out, man. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

You tried your hardest to read your book, but your mind kept going to that damn clown. Why was everyone gone? Where did it come from?

It was becoming so much, your head and eyes began to hurt, and you couldn't think about anything else but that thing.

You inhale deeply and close your eyes in an attempt to clear your mind and compose yourself. You laid further in the bedframe and heard it creak, closing your eyes longer than you wanted it to last.

And next thing you know, you're waking up with a throw blanket covering you and a pillow under your head. It was dark out and the only thing that illuminated the room was the moonlight peeking through the window.

You turn to look at the time on the digital clock. 2:06 am it read.

‘Mom's going to kill me..’ You thought to yourself.

You look at the nightstand to find a glass of water, your book, and your pair of glasses next to Richie's.

You rub your eyes and groan as you sit up just enough to where you could take a drink out of the glass of water.

You exhale and lie back down. You found it impossible to fall asleep now. You stared at Richie’s ceiling and counted all of the glow in the dark stars and occasional spaceships to try and calm your mind and get rid of all that was happening.

You turn over to your side and look at Richie.

He was sprawled out on his bed laying on his stomach. One leg was almost on the floor while the other was on the bed kicked out, and one arm was hanging off while the other was practically in your face. His mouth was slightly open as he snored.

You smile to yourself at his messy way of sleeping. You definitely were much, much more graceful than him when you slept.

You close your eyes and exhale deeply. Falling asleep again.

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You wake up to the sound of movement and clattering.

You open your eyes and groan as the sun shone in your eyes. “Jesus fuck, dude. Why do you keep your curtains open like this?”

You put your glasses on and get up from the bed, walking over to Richie.

“My mom started making me let more sunlight in after she found out I was gonna spend the summer playing Street Fighter.” Richie says as he picks up his floor.

You laugh at him. You look at your watch and see the time. 9:27 am. “Shit. I should get going now, Richie. My mom's totally going to kill me if I stay any longer.”

“Just hope your dad is there, I guess.” Richie shrugs.

You groan. “I can only hope so.. I have to go now. I'll see you later on, yeah? If you're okay with it.”

“Yeah, obviously. Who wouldn't want to hang around with me.”

“You're making me second guess my decisions now, Richie.” You laugh.

“Uh-huh, whatever.”

“Alright now, bye for real this time.” You wave off as you leave his room.

As you walk down the hallway, you see Mrs. Tozier sitting down on the living room couch watching the television. You stop and wave at her to tell her bye, immediately standing in fear as you hear your name come from the TV channel she was watching.

‘Y/n, when you come and join us, you’ll float down here with us, too. Join us, Y/n.’ The hostess said. There were children surrounding her and all of them had eerily large smiles on their faces as they looked at you.

“U-uh, bye, Mrs. Tozier. I’m uh, I’m going home now..” You wave off before quickly leaving the Toizer residence and picking your bike up from outside to leave.

Richie’s house was only about a 3 minute bike from your house, and even less when you biked fast enough. You needed to get home fast, especially after yesterday’s events.

You set your bike down on your lawn and go inside, taking your shoes off before you even dare going further into the house with them on, and walk down the hallway to reach your room as quickly as possible, only to be stopped.

“Y/n? Is that you?”

You walk back and look in the kitchen to see your mom standing at the stove. “Yes, mom.”

“Good.. Where were you last night and what happened to ‘being back before the lights came on’?” She turned to you with her arms crossed and a stern look on her face.

“I was at the Tozier’s? Remember? I asked you if I could go, and you said yes.” You say, confused.

“How come you didn’t come home?”

“I just got tired and I accidentally fell asleep. I woke up late last night, but it was already 2am and I couldn’t just ride the bike in the dark back home.”

“Bullshit, Y/n. What were you doing with that boy of theirs?” She said, walking closer and closer to you.

“Nothing, mom.” You defend yourself.

“I know you did something you little slut.” Her words burned like fire.

You stood there frozen in shock. Your mom has always had horrible things to say, and they only got worse after she had your sister. They were unfortunately almost always targeted at you.

“M-mom, I promise, I didn’t do anything. I- I just stayed the night, I swear.” You fall over your words.

“You probably had-”

“What’s all the yelling about?”

Your dad came into the kitchen, interrupting what your mom was about to say. He held a washcloth in his hands, trying to clean off the grease and oil off of his hands and arms as best as he could. His t-shirt was also dirty, he was probably just in his shop.

‘Thank god.’ You thought to yourself.

“You know how Y/n wasn’t here last night? Well she stayed at the Tozier’s with their boy last night. In the same room, by themselves.” Your mom said angrily.

Your dad looked at her confused. “Yes, and?”

“What do you think they were doing in there, huh Mike? What if she was doing things with him alone in that room?” She flailed her arms about and shouted.

“First of all, Mrs. Tozier called around 9 or 10 last night to let me know that Y/n would be staying, and secondly, Y/n and Richie are 14. Mrs. Tozier has Richie keep his door open when he has friends over and his sister was there. Don’t you think they would need a little more privacy to do those ‘things’?” He stated as he walked to the sink to wash his arms and hands off.

Your mom gasped and grumbled angrily, now realising that she’d just lost the useless argument she was making.

The phone in the living room starts ringing, and you try to walk out of the kitchen to get it, only to be stopped by your mom once again.

“Y/n, you stay right here. We aren’t done with this yet.” Your mom says.

“But the-”

“Go answer the phone, Y/n. Don’t worry about it.” Your dad interrupts your mom.

“She and I aren’t done with this, Richard!”

“Y/n go get the goddamn phone!” Your dad was getting increasingly annoyed due to your mothers fit, and you could tell.

You nod your head and quickly head into the living room to pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?”

“Bill?”

“Y/n, we need to all meet at Beverly’s house. She said it was something important.”

“Uh, now’s not really the time, I’m sorry.” You looked into the kitchen to see your mom and dad shouting at each other back and forth, most likely loud enough for Bill to hear through the line.

At this point, this had just become such a normal thing that Bill hadn’t even bothered to say anything about it anymore.

“Please, Y/n.”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll try to go. But I can't make any promises that I’ll be able to.”

“Cool. All of us are going to be there at your house in ten minutes.” Bill finishes before the line went dead.

You put the phone back on its holder and go down into your room. You change your clothes into some shorts, a white-shirt, and some low cut socks. It’s been hot lately. While trying to pass time you cleaned your room a little bit until you heard the ringing of bike bells.

You ran down the hallway and to the doorway, kneeling down as you put on your shoes.

“Where are you off to?” Your dad says.

“Oh, uh- Well Bill asked if I could hang out and play. We were all going to go to the movies and arcade for a bit.” You twiddle your thumbs as you look up at your dad.

“Alright, kiddo. Just be back before the lights come on or else your mom will lose her mind like this again. Be careful.”

“Alright. Bye dad.” You give him a hug and leave, seeing the boys out on the lawn waiting for you.

You pick up your bike and get on it. “So, what's the important thing?”

“Yeah, can you just tell me what she said exactly?” Eddie adds.

“She didn't say anything. She just said that you guys need to hurry over.” Bill answered.

“So she didn't say anything. Okay. Okay.”

You all biked down the street and talked, taking about 10 minutes to get to Beverly's apartment complex. It looked dirty and run down, definitely an older building.

“Let's go through here, guys.”

“No, we gotta go through the alleyway.” Stanley says.

“The alley takes way too long.” Eddie argued.

“No, the alley is much faster.”

The two bickered back and forth.

“The alley is more dangerous and it's disgusting.” Eddie states.

“How is it more dangerous?”

“Eddie, the alley is faster.” You sigh.

“It smells like piss in the alley and it's just gross. Just take the side streets for once.”

“Oh, my god. The side streets are the same. They smell like piss and shit.”

“Can you guys be any more fucking annoying right now?” Richie says, annoyed.

As you arrive at the stairway of the apartments, Beverly meets you at the bottom. “You made it. I... I need to show you something.”

You look at her questioningly. “What is it?”

“More than we saw at the Quarry?” Richie says.

“Shut up! Just shut up, Richie!” Eddie was clearly annoyed as well. I mean, that was unnecessary and uncalled for.

“My dad will kill me if he finds out I had boys in the apartment.” Beverly says as she looks worriedly at the boys.

“What about me?” You ask. “I'm not a boy, come on, man.” You frown jokingly.

“Sorry, Y/n. Didn't mean to leave you out. My dad will kill me if he finds out if I had anyone over.” She says.

“Then we'll leave a lookout.” Bill says and immediately turns to look at Richie. “Richie, stay here.”

You snort. You totally called it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What if her dad comes back?”

“Then do what you always do. Start talking.”

You laugh and Richie gives you a look. “It’s a gift.”

All of you go up the steps, following behind Beverley.

Once in her apartment, she leads all of us down her hallway. “It's in there.” She pointed at a closed door as she looked at it in fear.

“What is it?” Stanley asks.

“You'll see..”

“Are you taking us to your bathroom?” Eddie asks. “I just want you to know that 89% of the worst accidents in homes are caused in bathrooms, and-and-and, and that's where all the bacteria and fungi are, and it's not a really sanitary place.” He stutters.

She nods and leads everyone at the front of the door.

“What's there in the bathroom? Black mold? Monsters?” You joke.

“I told you about the black mold, please tell me it's not black mold.” Eddie says, worried.

“Worse.” Beverley opens the door, revealing a bathroom covered from wall to wall and top to bottom with blood. It was everywhere.

Everyone looks at the room in horror, Eddie whimpers as the door opens. “I knew it.” Eddie gags.

“What. The. Fuck..” You look at the blood covered room in horror, your mouth hanging agape. “..happened here..”

“You see it?” Beverly asks.

“Yes.”

“My dad couldn’t see it, I thought I might be crazy.”

“How the hell did your dad not see this shit?” You turn your head towards Beverly.

“Well, if you’re crazy, then we’re all crazy.” Ben says as he looks around the bathroom.

“We can’t leave it like this.” Bill says.

Your brows furrow as you whip your head towards Bill. “I’m sorry did you just say ‘we’? ‘We’ as in all of us, including me?”

“We have to, Y/n..”

You sigh and look down at your feet. “You always drag me into this sort of shit, Bill.” You look all around the bathroom once more. The red colour gave off a hue that radiated through the whole room. “Fine.” You gave in.

Everyone walked in fully, following Bill.

“How the hell are we supposed to clean this up?”

“I have some cleaning supplies. If you can help me get them then we can start cleaning up in here.” Beverly looks at you.

“Sure.”

She walks out of the bathroom and leads you into a small supply closet that was filled with buckets, rags, sponges, and a plethora of cleaning supplies.

“Woah. When was the last time any of this was used?” You ask as you look at the contents of the closet, dirty with cobwebs and covered in dust, smelling of old mothballs.

“I.. don’t know..” Beverly scratches her head before taking two of the buckets, a handful of rags, and enough pairs of rubber gloves for everyone.

You grab sponges and necessary cleaning sprays and such. Ones that if you were to mix, they wouldn’t kill you. You’re pretty sure that Eddie would appreciate that.

As you went into the restroom, Beverly went back to retrieve some mops.

“Uh, okay.. So let's just fill these up with water and some Pine Sol and get at it.”

“Wait! Wear the gloves!” Eddie shouts.

“Worried about a little bit of blood, Eddie?” You tease.

“A little bit of- are you high right now? Does this look like a ‘little bit of blood’ to you, Y/n? You do know that AIDS is going around, right? How can you not be afraid?”

“Guys, cut it out and stop fighting. We need to clean this up before Beverly’s dad comes back. Put on the gloves.” Bill says, picking up some rubber gloves from one of the buckets.

“You’re so bossy..” You mutter under your breath as you do the same and everyone follows.

All of the buckets get filled and everyone begins to clean up. You stood on a box and started to work on getting the blood off of the ceiling, having to go back and forth to the bucket for god knows how many times.

“Fuck this shit, this sucks. Why’d I get stuck with the shittiest part?” You grumble as you squeezed the blood and Pine Sol water mixture soaked rag into the bucket. This wasn’t what you were planning on doing today, nor is it what you wanted to. Though, it does beat being at home.

After a lot of time and a lot of effort, despite the amount of people that were all cleaning such a small space.

Everyone began to take trash bags out while Beverly emptied out the last bucket into the bathroom drain.

“My back and arms hurt so goddamn much. I’m not gonna be able to do shit for like, a week.” You complain to Stanley as you lug a trash bag down the apartment complex’s stars.

“You might be over exaggerating a little, but me too.” He sighs as he tosses his bag into the garbage.

“How do you think Richie’s doing? He’s been out here the whole time, I mean, it’s kind of hot out.” You look at Stanley as you do the same.

“He’s probably fine. Hey, do you think he talks to himself when he has no one else to?”

You giggle, “Wait, oh my gosh, you’re probably onto something.”

As you made your way back into the apartment, everything was already all put away and cleaned. There was nothing else needed so you just went back and met the rest of the boys down where Richie was.

“Did you have fun talking to yourself, Richie?”

“Wha- okay, I don’t talk to myself, and where did you start getting that from?” Richie says, furrowing his brows.

“You just look like you talk to yourself,” You shrug and pick up your bike. “Let’s go, loser.” You tease.

“Says you.” Richie scoffs.

Everyone takes their bikes and walks them while Richie rides on his.

You watch the trees and houses as you pass by them. You wondered how long it took for those trees to grow. Or how long it took to build those houses. ‘How long ago were those trees planted and houses built?’ You thought to yourself.

“No, I love being your personal doorman, really. Could you idiots have taken any longer?” Richie says as he circled around everyone on his bike.

“Cut that out.” You groan.

“Shut up, Richie.” Eddie says.

“Yeah, shut up, Richie.”

“Oh, okay. Trash the trashmouth, I get it.” Richie continued to circle around despite your plea to stop. “Hey, I wasn’t the one scrubbing the bathroom floor and imagining that her sink went all Eddie’s mom’s vagina on Halloween.”

“Jesus, Richie. Shut the fuck up already and cut that out.” You say, getting a small rock off of the pavement and throwing it at Richie.

“She didn’t imagine it.” Bill says. “I… I saw s-something, too.”

“You saw blood too?” Stanley asks.

Bill turns to face Stanley and shakes his head. “Not blood. I saw G-G-Georgie.”

Everyone turns to look at him at the mention of Georgie’s name, looks of shock and sympathy scattered.

“It seemed so real. I mean, it seemed like him but there was this…”

“The clown.” Eddie says, looking down at the floor.

You gasp at Eddie’s words. The clown.

“Yeah, I saw him, too.” He finishes.

“Me too.” You say, letting out a shaky breath before clearing your throat.

Ben and Stanley silently nod their heads, confirming they saw the same.

“Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I’m not seeing this shit?” Richie abruptly says.

“Jesus fuck, Richie! This is not a fucking joke, kids are going missing, is there a single moment where you could be normal and not act like a complete dickhead?!” You snap.

“Jeez, dude-”

“Oh, shit. That's Belch Huggins’ car. We should probably get out of here.” Eddie says, looking at a car parked on the side of the road.

“Yeah.”

“W-wait, isn’t that the homeschooled kid’s bike?” Bill points at a bike thrown carelessly next to Belch’s car.

“Yeah, that’s Mikes..”

“We have to help him.” Beverly says, looking at everyone.

“We should?”

“I’m with Richie on this. If Belch is involved, that means so is Bowers.” You swallow hard.

“Yes.” Beverly throws her bike down and runs to the car and everyone does the same, including tossing the bike, of course apart from Stanley who always insisted on putting the kickstand.

All of you quickly rush down the hill and hear voices coming down from the stream.

You stop and see Bowers on top of Mike, holding a rock over his head.

“Come on, Henry, smack him!”

Before Bowers could do anything else, Beverly picks up a rock from the ground and throws it at Bowers, hitting him in the head.

“Holy shit!” You shout in amazement. She’s got a hell of an arm.

“Nice throw.”

“Thanks.”

Bowers and the rest of his friends stare blankly at all of us and Mike quickly gets away from them, crawling towards us. Everyone else picks up decently sized rocks as Bowers’ friends bring him back up on his feet.

“You losers are trying too hard. She’ll do you. You just gotta ask nicely,” Bowers begins to say, and Beverly starts to get noticeably uncomfortable. “Like I did.” He makes a sexual gesture.

You look at him in disgust. “Ew..”

Ben screams and throws another rock at Bowers, hitting him right in the head just like Beverly.

“What the fuck?”

Everyone else grabs a rock and throws it.

“Oh, so we’re just doing this now I guess. Cool.” You shrug and throw yours, barely missing Belch.

“Rock war!” Richie shouts from beside you, startling you a little before getting hit in the head.

“Holy fuck! Are you okay?” You put your rock back down on the floor and quickly pull Richie back up.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m cool.” Richie adjusts his glasses and quickly picks up another rock, you doing the same.

Everyone continues to throw rocks, dodging the ones thrown by Bowers and his friends and eventually ‘winning’ the said ‘rock war.’

“Oh my god, holy shit.” You panted. Rock throwing will be your new workout now.

“What? What happened?” Richie asks.

“Dude… I can't believe you were the first one to get hit.” You laugh.

“Shut up.” Richie punches your shoulder and turns away.

Everyone walks away as Bowers lies on the floor and you follow and Richie stays behind temporarily. “Go blow your dad you mullet-wearing asshole.” He flips Bowers off and walks away.

“Hey, I’m gonna admit, guys. That was pretty fuckin’ awesome.” You exclaim.

Everyone walks down a hill with outgrown weeds and dry plants as a cargo train passes by.

“Thanks, guys, but you shouldn’t have done that. They’ll be after you guys, too, now.” Mike says.

“Oh, no, no, no. Bowers? He’s always been after us.” Eddie says and you hum in agreement.

“I guess that’s one t-thing we all have in common.”

“Yeah, Homeschool. Welcome to the Losers’ Club.”

“Y’know, despite the name I don’t think we’re that much of losers.” You joke. “So, where are we going now?”

“Downtown.” Bill says.

“Hey, isn’t that marching parade happening right now?”

Everyone walks into town, by now you didn’t even bother to grab your bike. Drum lines and the sound of horns could be heard playing, becoming louder as you entered the town. Everyone was adorned in blue and white, and American flags were being waved.

“Dude, hold on. Look at this.” Richie says, tapping your shoulder before running off to one of the horn players and taking it from him, trying to play it.

“Richie, no, that’s gross!” You run over to him and try to pull him away while the player tries to take his instrument back. But to no avail as Richie refuses to budge and continues to try and play it.

“Let- let go of it, Richie. This guy’s spit is all in the mouth piece, it’s gross!”

“Dude!” The player says before finally taking it back and walking away angrily.

“What the fuck, dude?” Richie throws his arms up.

“Why are you like this?” You walk away with Richie to the rest of the group and Eddie walks in at the same time, two ice cream cones in hand.

“What are you guys talking about?” Eddie asks.

“What they always talk about.” Richie grabs the other cone from Eddie and takes a bite.

“Can I-” You ask before immediately getting turned down.

“Uh-uh.”

“Fuch you, too, Richie.”

“I actually think it will end.” Ben starts. “For a little while, at least.”

“What do you mean?” Beverly asks.

Ben stops for a few seconds before answering. “So I was going over all my Derry research and I charted out all the big events. The ironworks explosion in 1908, The Bradley Gang in ‘35, and The Black Spot in ‘62. And now kids being…” He pauses once more before looking down. “And I realize this stuff seems to happen..”

“Every 27 years.” Ben and Bill say at the same time.

“Shit… Why every 27 years though?” You ask, walking along with everyone else down into the plaza.

“I- I don't know yet…” Ben says.

“Wait, okay so let me get this straight; it comes out from wherever to eat kids for like a year, and then what? It just goes into hibernation?” Eddie says.

“Maybe it's like, what do you call it… Cicadas. You know, the bugs that come out once every 17 years.” Stanley says, perched up on the top of a park bench.

“My grandfather thinks this town is cursed. He says that all the bad things that happen in this town are because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry.” Mike says.

Personally, now with everything that you’ve been seeing and experienced, you knew that this town was cursed, and there was absolutely no doubt about it.

“But it can’t be one thing. We all saw something different.” Stanley looked around at everyone.

“Maybe.. Or maybe it knows what scares us most and that’s what we see.”

“I saw a leper. He was like a walking infection..” Eddie says.

“I saw a clown. There was just no one around or any noise, nothing but the clown.” You said, looking down as you recalled what it told you.

“But you didn’t. Because it isn’t real. None of this is. Not Eddie’s leper, not Y/n seeing that clown, or Bill seeing Georgie, or that woman I keep seeing.” Stanley stutters and closes his eyes.

“She hot?” Richie asks as he leaned on his bike.

“Dickhead.” You say harshly as you elbow him in the ribs

“No, Richie. She’s not hot. Her face is all messed up. None of this makes any sense. They’re all like bad dreams.” Stanley shouts at Richie.

“I don’t think so. I know the difference between a bad dream and real life, okay?” Mike said, looking up at Stanley.

“What did you see? You saw something, too?” Eddie asked Mike.

“Yes. Do you guys know that burned down house on Harris Avenue?” You nod your head quietly. “I was inside when it burned down. Before I was rescued, my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were pushing and pounding on the door… trying to get to me..” Mike stopped and looked at the ground. You could tell it was hard for him to say all of this. “But it was too hot. When the firemen finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone.. We’re all afraid of something.”

“Got that right.” Richie said, looking behind him at the performers on the pop-up stage.

“Why, Rich? What are you afraid of?”

He looks back slowly and adjusts his glasses. “Clowns.”

You sigh and look down and sit in silence with everyone else for what felt like hours.

“Come on, let me show you guys something.” Bill says, breaking the silence between everyone.

“Oh, great. Are we going to have another nerd out like Ben's?” Richie says sarcastically.

“Shut up Richie. Let's go.” You grab your bike and pull it up, following Bill off the grass and riding it after getting on the road.

“Are we going to your house?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah. It'll be quick, I promise.”

Everyone follows Bill to his house as Richie and Eddie bickered back and forth practically the whole way there, and when we made it he led us inside the garage.

“Okay, so,” Once everyone was in he turned on the slide projector and placed a map of the Derry sewer system up while Mike closed the garage door so it was dark.

Ben passes Bill some slides and he slips them into place, projecting the map of Derry on top of the sewer system.

Everyone sat down and looked at the projector, you sat next to Eddit on the floor in front of Richie.

“Look..” Bill pointed at a random storm drain on the map. “That's where Georgie disappeared. There's the Ironworks. The Black Spot. Everywhere it happens, its-its all connected by the sewers. And they all meet up at the-” Bill explains.

“The Well House..” Ben says

“The house on Nielbolt Street.”

“You mean that creepy-ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep?”

Eddie takes a quick puff from his inhaler as he hyperventilates. You place his hand on his back and try to calm him down. “It's okay, try to breathe.” You whisper.

“I hate that place. It always feels like it's watching me..” Beverly says.

“That's where I saw It. That's where I saw the clown..” Eddie says.

“Th-thats where It lives.”

Eddie takes another puff, still continuing to hyperventilate and freak out. When it came to these freak outs of his it was easier to calm him but you were just as scared as him. You just held it together better than he did.

“I can't imagine anything ever wanting to live there.”

“Except for the hobos and junkies.” You add.

Stanley looks at you.

“What?” You shrug.

Eddie quickly gets up from his spot and stands in front of the projector, still struggling to properly breathe. “Can we stop talking about this? I-I can barely breathe. This is summer, we're kids- I can barely breathe. I'm having a fucking asthma attack! I'm not doing this!” Eddie frantically says and he rips the sewer map off of the wall.

“Eddie-” You get up and try to calm him down only to be pushed away.

“What the hell? Put the map back.” Bill says.

“Mmm-mmm” Eddie shakes his head.

The slides start clicking and changing through Bill's family pictures, specifically ones with Georgie. “What happened?” Bill says, looking at the projector.

“What's going on?” Mike goes to the projector to try and see how to fix it.

Everyone goes silent and the projector stops at one specific photo, one with Bill, his dad, Georgie, and his mom with her hair covering her face from the wind. “Georgie.”

“Bill?”

“Bill, stop fucking with us.” You say as you grab Eddie and pull him away from the wall.

“I-I-I'm not doing anything-”

The projector kept clicking rapidly, getting closer and closer on Georgie's face. Everyone stands in fear.

It switches it's focus from Georgie to Bill's mom and gets faster and faster.

It's not until his mom's face becomes the clowns where everyone begins to gasp and scream.

“What the fuck?!”

“What the fuck is that?! What the fuck is that?!” Richie says as he shook Eddie.

“I don't fucking know!”

“That-that's the fucking clown! That fucking thing- that's the fucking t-thing!” You scream as you point at it, backing up against the wall.

“No shit!”

“Turn it off. Turn it off!” Beverly shouts over everyone's screams.

“I-I can't fucking do this anymore, fuck you Bill!” You huddle with Eddie and Richie and close your eyes shut.

“Turn it off!”

“Turn it off!”

Mike kicks the the projector onto the ground and all the slides fall out, but it still continued to switch. The clown was still being projected a few times before it disappeared.

You exhale in relief and stare at the wall for a second.

And then it pops out.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck- Richie!” You hide behind him and he takes your hand to run and trips over a box, making the both of you fall down.

“I can't take this, I'm going to die, I should've-” You shut your eyes again as you heard the shouts and screams coming from everyone as you tightened your grip on Richie's hand and began to hyperventilate.

“What is that?!”

“What the fuck?!”

You began to feel dizzy and the fact you had your eyes closed didn't help. “I don't wanna die- oh god-”

“Get up!” Richie pulls you up to your feet and goes to the garage door with everyone else but you didn't know where Beverly was.

“Beverly- wh-what about Beverley!”

Ben and Mike frantically open the garage door and suddenly it disappears.

Beverly was stood in a corner with her hands over her face, and she slowly took them away.

Everyone pants and stays quiet as she went to go hug Bill. You put you hand oh Richie’s shoulder and stare blankly at the projector on the floor.

“It saw us.. It saw us and it knows where we are!” Eddie said with his inhaler in his hand.

“So, let's go.” Bill says as he walked out of the garage.

“Go? Where?” Beverly asks.

“Nielbolt. That's where G..-G-Georgie is.”

“Are you retarded, Bill?” You say, pushing yourself in front of Richie.

“After that?” Stanley says.

“Yeah it's summer. We should be outside.” Richie says.

“If you say ‘It's summer,’ one more f..-fucking time.”

Everyone looked at Bill quietly as he grabbed his bike and went down the road.

“Bill! Wait!” Beverly shouted. “We need to go after him.”

“Excuse me- but what! With you its-its always been ‘we need to help them,’ ‘we need to go after them, ‘we, we, we.’ What's the fuck do you mean we? What if we don't want to? Why do we have to always follow everything you and Bill do? Why do you think we're in this fucking mess now?” You shout at Beverly.

“Please.. please, Bill's going to get himself hurt or killed.”

Bill.

Suddenly you go back to when you were just 5 years old. You'd just transfered schools in the middle of the school year and no one wanted to be friends with the new girl. She sat alone during recess and lunch, and her parents never really paid any attention to her because her parents were taking care of a new baby.

Two weeks into school a boy from a different class came up to her during lunch. She looked up at him. He had a missing tooth and blue t-shirt.

"C-can I eat with you?" He asked with his lunchbox in his hands.

She looked up at him with her mouth slightly open. “Uh-huh.” She smiled as he sat down next to her.

“I'm B-B-Bill.” He smiled.

‘What a funny way to speak.’ She thought to herself.

“Nice to meet you, Bill. I'm Y/n.”

Her first friend. Her first friend was Bill, and you were just about to risk letting your first friend get hurt.

“Okay. But only because of Bill.” You sigh.

“Good.”

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“Bill! Bill, stop!” You shout as you get off your bike and run to the bottom of the stairs.

Bill was standing at the top of the stairs that led to the doorway. He looked back at everyone.

“Bill, you can't go in there, this is crazy.” Beverly said as she followed you into the lawn.

“Look, you don't have to come in with me. But what happens when another Georgie goes missing? Or another Betty, or another Ed Corcoran? Or one of us?”

“Bill-” You say, going up a step.

“Are you just gonna pretend it isn't happening like everyone else in this town? Because I can't.”

You look down in embarrassment. Embarrassment that you didn't take how he felt about the situation into account. You felt horrible.

“I go home, and all I see is that Georgie isn't there. His clothes, his toys, his- stupid stuffed animals.. but he isn't.” He pauses. “So walking into this house, for me, is easier than walking into my own.” Bill turns around and heads to the door.

“Wow.” Richie says.

“What?” Beverly asks, looking at him.

“He didn't stutter once.”

Richie and Ben began to walk up the stairs with you before being stopped.

“Wait.” Stanley says as you, Richie, and Ben look back. “Shouldn't we have people keep watch? You know, just in case something bad happens?” He looks around.

“Who wants to stay here?” Bill asks, his hand on the door handle.

Everyone except Beverly raises their hand.

Richie turns to Bill. “Fuck.” He sighs.

“We'll draw straws, okay?” Beverley proposes.

“Or sticks you mean?” Stanley says.

“Fine. Sticks.” Beverly says as she grabs 7 sticks of different sizes.

“Okay. Close your eyes so you don't see the different shape of the sticks.” She says as she holds them out to everyone.

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and then she was left with the final one.

“Who has the shortest ones?”

You look at yours. ‘Shit.’

“Eddie, Richie, and Y/n.” Beverly says.

“Fuck, okay, shit.” You sigh and throw your stick on to the floor.

The four of you enter the house. It had overgrown vines, dust, and it smelt of something rotting.

“I can't believe I pulled the short straw. You guys are lucky you're not measuring dicks.” Richie says.

“That's unfair to me.”

“Not my fault.”

“Shut up, Richie.” Eddie says. “I can smell it.”

You walk slowly to the stand up piano and run your fingers along the keys. It was so dirty. It made you sad to see such a lively instrument turn into something so broken and neglected.

“Don't breathe through your mouth.”

“How come?”

“‘Cause then you're eating it.”

“That's not true, Eddie.” You remind as you push one of the keys down. What should've been a D was now an A a whole octave above. You winced at the awful sound.

Eddie gags and spits on the floor and takes a puff from his inhaler.

You look at Eddie and Bill walking into a room and you quickly catch up to them so as to not be left alone.

Richie was standing next to a dirty sofa with a piece of paper in his hands.

“What?” Bill asks.

“It.. It says I'm missing.” Richie says as the paper shakes in his hands.

“Y-you're not missing, Richie.” Bill assures.

“‘Police Department. City of Derry.' That's my shirt, that's my hair, that's my face.” Richie begins to freak out as he points at the paper frantically.

“Calm down, this isn't real.”

“That's my name, that's my age, that's the date!” Richie crumples the paper as he shouts.

You rush over to him and try to take the paper away. “Richie. Richie, you're here calm down”

“No, it can't be real, Richie.” Bill says.

“No it says it! What the fuck?!”

You and Bill spoke over each other as you tried to calm Richie but he still shouted frantically.

Bill rips the paper from Richie's grasp and throws it on the floor. ”Calm down, calm down.”

“It says I'm missing! Am I gonna go missing?! What the fuck!” Richie looked at you and Bill back and forth, grabbing both of you by the shirt.

“No, Richie, you're not going to go missing, I wouldn't let that happen. You have to calm down!”

Eddie stood a few feet away and he had his hands over his mouth as he watched the scene unfold.

“Look at me, Richie, look at me.” Richie pants heavily and takes his eyes away from the crumpled paper on the floor. “That… That isn't real. It's playing tricks on you.”

Suddenly a distorted voice is heard from inside the house.

“What was that?” You say, looking at the boys.

“Hello?” The voice repeated.

All four of you walk out of the room and look at the top of the stairs.

“Help me, please.”

“These stairs are definitely not OSHA certified.” You say as you made your way up the stairs.

The stairs creaked below you as you stepped, rats squeaked as they scattered, and cobwebs broke as you stepped on them.

You stopped until you saw an open door at the end of a hallway. Then your heart dropped.

Betty Ripsom.

“Betty?” Billy asks.

“Ripsom?” Richie finishes.

She's suddenly pulled away from sight of the door and screams.

All four of you jump and stay frozen in place, staying for a second in shock before moving forward.

Bill opens the door with a creak. The room looked like the rest of the house to no surprise. To try and ease your mind you try to think about what the house looked like before this.

“She was just here, where the fuck did she go?” Richie says.

Eddie was a mouth breather half the time, so when you didn't hear anything you began to feel unnerved. And when you turn to look back he's no longer there.

“Hey, guys. Where's Eddie?” You ask nervously.

“What?”

“Where the fuck is Eddie?” You repeat.

The door begins to creak and you look at it to see Eddie's figure standing at the beginning of the hallway.

“Eddie!” You rush to the door to try and stop it from closing but you're too late and it closes with a slam.

“Guys!”

“Eddie! Eddie open the door!” You shout, trying to open your side of the door only for it to stay shut. “Help me open this, Bill!”

“Eddie!” Bill shouts.

“Ahh! What the fuck!” Eddie screams.

“Eddie!” You pound on the door and try to kick it down. It's old rotting wood why is it not breaking? “Eddie! Eddie! Open the door, Eddie!” You shout. The clown was scary by itself, but now Eddie was possibly going to have something happen to him if you didn't do anything. But you couldn't do anything right now, and that's what scared you more.

“Richie! Richie!” Bill shouts.

“Bill, come on, open the door!” Richie says from the other side.

You turn around to see Bill doing the same to another door, hearing Richie on the other side of the door. “Richie! Fuck! Richie!” You shouted.

“It won't open!”

“Richie!”

“I can't!”

And then nothing. No more responses from Richie.

“Richie?” You ask quietly. Still nothing.

You huff angrily. “Bill, what the fuck! What the fuck happened! How did you let this fucking happen, Bill!” You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“I-I-I didn't do anything I don't know, he just-”

“I know you didn't do anything, why do you think he's behind that fucking door, Bill!” You shake him.

“Y/n, c-calm down. This is what It wants, It wants to scare you!” Bill says, grabbing your hands and pulling them off his shirt. “Richie's fine, he'll be fine.” He assures you.

Tears began to well up in your eyes and your once balled up fists became limp. “I don't want to lose my friends. I don't want Eddie to die. I don't want Richie to die, Bill!”

“Calm down, h-he-he'll come back, Y/n. Just stay with me

You nod your head rapidly and sniffle before trying the door again, and finally it budged.

Bill pulls Richie out and quickly shuts the door. “Let's get outta here.”

“What about Eddie!” You shout. And as if on queue; gurgling noises come from the beat up mattress lying on the floor with Eddie's head popping up out of it.

“There..”

“You wanna play loogie?” He says before spitting up a black ooze like liquid and started to eerily laugh and disappeared back into the mattress.

“Eddie!” You ran to go to the mattress only for Richie to grab your hand and pull you back.

As soon as it hit the floor it began to burn the floor.

All three of you turn around to see 3 doors that were never there before, each marked with different texts.

‘Not scary at all’, ‘Scary’, and ‘Very scary’.

You look at eachother and collectively decide on the first door and run to it.

Bill opens the door, only for it to be completely dark.

“Where's my shoe?”

Bill goes to turn the light on and once it turned, you sat half the body of Betty Ripsom.

You and Richie scream as you look at the sight. “Where the fuck were her legs?!” Richie shouts as he shuts the door. “Holy shit what the fuck was that!” He says as he looks at the black ooze coming closer.

You were too scared for words right now. All you could do was hold onto Richie and close your eyes shut. This experience is making you realize that you do this when you're scared. Finally it was too much. The acid in your stomach mixed with your lunch from earlier was starting to be something you were about to see again.

“This isn't real. Remember the missing kids poster. That wasn't real, so this isn't real.”

Burning from your throat came up and before you knew it you'd just spewed all over the floor with some of it getting on your shoes. You begin to sob and press your back on the wall.

“Y/n. You need to calm down. We'll find Eddie and we'll get out of here. But you need to calm down.” Bill puts a hand on your shoulder and you nod. He pulls you and Richie away from the door by a few feet. “Come on, ready?”

“No.” Richie says.

Bill opens the door and there's nothing there. No Betty Ripsom. Nothing but the hallway you were previously in.

“Oh thank God.”

“W-where's Eddie?”

You let out another sob. “Bill, you told me we'd get Eddie and get out of here, you lied to me!” More tears streamed down your face as you held his hand.

“Help! Help!” Eddie's screams could be heard from downstairs so Bill pulls you along with him.

Bill finds the room from which Eddie's screams came from and he opens the door, rushing in.

“Eddie!”

You would run over to Eddie if it weren't for the fact that the clown was sitting down right in front of him.

You gasp and stop in your tracks as it looks back at you.

“Eddie!” Richie calls out.

The clown smiles and turns his attention to Billy. “This isn't real enough for you Billy? I'm not real enough for you?”

“Oh shit..”

“I was real enough for Georgie.” The clown laughs before springing up and running towards us.

You close your eyes as it runs towards you only for there to be nothing getting you.

You peek your eyes open and see a metal fence post stuck in and out of his head by Beverly.

Bill and Richie gasp as they look at the same scene in front of them.

The blood coming from the clown was slowly floating up and he was frozen on the spot whining.

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Author's Note; I literally have to make this into a separate chapter because I met the limit for the number of word blocks I could put in here. I didn't even know that there was a limit. But I hope you liked this chapter and are ready for the next..

[kurtsvonneslut]

Rate your top 5 ouat ships

ilysm and i will take any chance to talk about this subject hehe

after much internal debate, this is my definitive ranking:

5. can i say swan town? i think i have to say swan town. i just have such fond memories of that era of the swen fandom and running that meme completely into the ground. i even wrote an entire swan town crackfic. it was just fun times all around and i actually really miss it :'))

4. sea devil. i know they were only in the show briefly, but reading into cruella and ursula's relationship was so much fun for me!!! i think there was a lot unspoken and a whole lot of implications that eddy and adam did not intend in the slightest. they are a great tragedy to me, a classic "right person, wrong time".

3. swanfire. to me, emma and regina's respective first loves are as integral to their story as is their own relationship. that's why i had such a hard time deciding which to put second and which to put third. ultimately, i put swanfire here because they just don't have the same allure to me as dragon queen does (it's the milf lover in me). but their story breaks my heart every time. i love the earnest in the way they loved each other, how they truly were each other's first loves, how if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? (i had to, ok) yes you could argue lily was emma's first love, but to me that was just a crush. neal was the first person she truly loved, and the first person to betray her in such a way. then, just when they find each other again, he's ripped away from her, but not before telling her that he never stopped loving her. GOD. how can that not just get you???

2. dragon queen. which, after the essay above, might be kind of a shock, but hear me out. all you need to do is watch 4x14 "enter the dragon" (which is. such a euphemistic title) to get it. maleficent is regina's teacher, the first one to help her explore magic as a way to regain power over her life. in return, regina is the one to reawaken maleficent's "spark" and help her not only come out of her depression and stop using drugs sleeping curse to cope, but to turn into a dragon again. aurora taunts maleficent saying she'll never know true love, and then regina walks in and maleficent says that regina helped her remember who she is. if that's not true love, what is? the way they leaned on one another to cope with their traumas, fed each other's revenge fantasies until it consumed them, it's so deliciously toxic and i drink it up every time.

1. i mean. do i even need to say it. i've been a swan queen stan since day one. the first time i ever watched the damn pilot i was a little closeted 13 year old sitting next to my mother thinking 'by golly i think these women look at each other kinda funny'. the entire show is about them. ouat would be nothing without emma and regina's relationship as its core driving force (see season 7 for proof of this). the way they go from narrative foils, mortal enemies fighting for the love of their son, to reluctant allies joining forces against greater evil, to friends, to the only people the other can trust is so compelling i don't know how any other relationship on the show can even compare. "i know that look. i know her. i believe her." "you may not be strong enough, but maybe we are." "she's not dying." "i invited her." "but maybe i need you." "you can lie to your parents, you can lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me." "i believe in you." i could spend hours talking about them. i have literally spent over a decade telling their story and will probably continue to do so for at least another one. catch me in the nursing home re-reading satin town by coalitiongirl for the zillionth time. i will pry them from eddy and adam's cold, dead hands and treat them the way they deserve, the way the showrunners and writers were too cowardly to.

[ithoughtghostsjustfloatedaway]

ok wair actually i Do have a question. FOR your fem losers designs do you have like. Specific reasons for why you designed them that way?

this is actually so sweet tysm for this question, i love my gals & don’t feel like i get to talk about them much!!

might be a bit long so i’ll put it under the cut

for my fem!losers designs, i took inspiration from the movies, other artists’ fem losers designs, & even some fanfics. i looked at a bunch of things & sketched a bunch before i came to what their designs are currently. & their designs are still changing, i’m always tweaking what they look like, but they’ve stayed relatively the same since i started drawing them as girls back in 2021. it’s mostly just finding a mix of making them look like their film counterparts, taking my own creative liberties, & just what seems right

as for more specifics, some of the designs just felt right & others i have a lot more hcs & reasons for why they look the way they do. for bill, mike, & ben, i don’t have a ton of hcs atm for why i designed them the way i did, they just felt right. bill seems like a short haired girl & she doesn’t seem like a huge dress girl. mike seems like she’d have big curls-that she always keeps back- & is more about practicality than style (tho bev loves to dress her up & she definitely doesn’t argue). ben would wear her hair back more often than not cuz it doesn’t draw attention, & she wears lots of skirts & big t-shirts for the same reason. & besides that i just wanted to make all their hair colors stand out more so i made bill’s a bit more red & ben’s more blonde than brunette.

stan is fun cuz i feel like she looks the most similar to her canon counterpart (at least, i try(?)), but i still take my liberties. she’s got more strawberry blonde hair, & she’s got big curls. i think she wouldn’t care for them much when she was younger but once she learned how to maintain them she grew to love her curls. i also draw her in a lot more preppy-styled, modest clothes cuz i think it just makes sense (cuz of her parents)

richie’s fun cuz i feel like her who design just makes sense? she’s got big hair (i made a whole post on my hair hc for her a while ago), of which she grows out & cuts throughout her life. she likes to keep part of it pulled up usually too, for variety (but mostly cuz she lets eddie borrow her scrunchies when she wants to pull her hair up & richie loves when eddie wears her scrunchies but you didn’t hear that from meeee) she wears a lot of mismatched clothes, lots of ripped jeans & ofc her hawaiian & other brightly patterned shirts.

eddie is by far the loser who’s design i have the most hcs for, & it’s NOT cuz of favoritism (…maybe a little). i’ve always had the most ideas for her cuz her characterization imo would be the most affected by her being a girl in the canon. she would have to fit sonia’s “perfect little girl” ideals, which is not eddie in the slightest. perfect little girl eddie keeps her long hair down at all times, always wear skirts & blouses, & always does what she’s told. real eddie pulls her hair up all the time (until she finally cuts it, i also made a post about my eddie’s hair hcs), wears t-shirts & shorts her friends keep hidden for her, & has a trash mouth that only rivals the trashmouth herself. i give eddie more freckles the older she gets (until chapter 2, she has less then) cuz she’s outside running around all the time (which sonia hates). idk if anyone pays attention to it, but i draw eddie (especially teenaged & up) with an hourglass body cuz i still think she’d be small, but she’s got a bigger chest & curvier hips (sonia kaspbrak genes). i also think it plays into that “perfect little girl”-> “desired woman” pipeline that sonia would believe it, & that eddie hates. idk if that even makes sense. 

i’ll be so fr, idek if any of that made sense, or was even what you asked for. but hopefully that was a little bit of a glimpse into my mind when it comes to these gals? i’m constantly thinking about them & i’m always messing with what they look like so if anyone has any suggestions/ideas/want to know more about something specifically just lmk!! <3 <3

[nonbinaryeddiekaspbrak]

FANFIC RECS!

here's a revamped version of my rec post - each fic will link to it's corresponding ao3 page, a summary in my words, small notes/review, and a disclaimer for more mature ratings if needed.

enjoy!

(* = new entry, last updated: Dec 3rd, 2023, still going through recent bookmarks)

(ps. let me know if you want your mention to be removed!)

IT

and a stain on my shirt - venom crossover, vv good, also a fix-it, venom finds another eddie to latch onto, a lot of humor, reddie get together, venom saves eddie

awake my soul - pretty angsty, keep an eye on those trigger warnings, this was pretty good, i rlly couldn’t take any breaks with this one, richie and eddie get jumped but in the process of putting away the ones responsible for the hate crime richie finds that he’ll have to come out sooner than he’s ready for, added bonus of art!!, happy ending, has fan reactions and news coverage as things are slowly revealed

come over here and overwhelm me - nsfw, a VERY GOOD rec, SO tender, the fluff is so well written, richie is having a bad day nd eddie comes to the rescue being so hfwjaklhj!!!, this fic said bottom richie rights nd it opened my eyes

don’t break character - HE/THEY RICHIE RIGHTS, richie finds that maybe his journey of identity isn’t over when he hears the word “nonbinary”, very!!!!, fjkdkslahfkl, just him having he/they pronouns is so exciting and flappy hands-worthy

I killed a clown. ama! - it chapter 2 except it’s through the lens of social media from posts by richie eddie myra and background fans, very very entertaining, canon compliant until eddie’s death it’s actually a fix-it, fair amount of angst??

it’s not real - WATCH THE TRIGGER WARNINGS, a lot of angst, very intense, eddie has an amazing richie impression, almost like they share the same braincell, eddie is also vv caring and will drag any faceless internet account down with him, could def make it in celebrity PR according to richie’s manager steve, richie comes out but he gets a horrible reaction and then finds himself in the middle of a clusterfuck of things that unfortunately couldn’t stay in the past, bill apparently also gets cancelled a lot and he cannot cook, he’s also the only other loser in here, a black mirror au, AGAIN WATCH THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS ONE

oh, wouldn’t it be nice? - nsfw, some angst, eddie finds richie’s obituary that he got from adrien (the park scene in chap 2; at least i think it was adrien), SUPER SWEET OMG, i had to stop a few times from the sheer amount of emotion this gave me

parental interference - in 1989 some parents are coming to their senses when it comes to a certain clown, i love went he’s an awesome dad, T rating, i suggest a peek at the trigger warnings/tags just in case, canon-typical triggers, again i really love wentworth tozier in this fic he’s a 10/10 dad

predicament bondage - nsfw, richie is 100% a sweetheart, eddie is fjdsljfkslf i love this version of him, richie is cast as a dom in a movie so he decides to get information from a professional which is eddie but he finds that working with eddie might bring his heart into the mix, a lot of internalized homophobia so watch out, ur honor i love eddie here

puppets and plants - the way this was written? *muah* my number two rec, some angst, the intimacy of u nd the guy set up across from u at the farmer’s market, amazing stanpat dynamic, trans eddie and ben!, pride parade!!

the king is gone - absolutely AMAZING time travel fix-it, fairly long, some angst, some fluff, not at all a boring read

the lockbox - pushing an M rating? maybe a T?, asexual eddie finding out that he’s ace and everything that comes with realizing u aren’t straight, honestly made my ace heart so happy, bit of angst

work friends and emergency contacts - outsider pov, eddie makes a work friend, fix-it w both eddie and stan living, eddie gets a divorce pre-itch2, damon just wants the best for richie and eddie, reddie getting together, richie visits eddie at work

STRANGER THINGS

bottle it up until it overflows - ohhhh boy, i absolutely love the vecna possessing mike trope and this fic definitely lives up to high standards, rated mature, bad parent ted wheeler and internalized homophobia, basically mike gets vecna'd is the entire plot - @ghoulsanderson

i feel like i know you (but we never met) - post season 4 of stranger things, ambiguous / open ending, teen rating, oh boy this made me emotional!, without spoilers i have to say this is such an angsty fic and i love it, this fic is written beautifully, the party all forget will because of vecna suppressing their memories, spoilers: mike puts everything together to figure out who the "missing person" is - @andiwriteordie

something's made your eyes go cold - TW SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, rated mature, mike is chronically suicidal, very very angsty but relatable (sadly), oneshot - @defendingtammythompson

when everything was fiction, future and prediction - two words: time travel, mike is confronted by his younger self and figures out a few things, very much hurt/comfort, rated teen

9-1-1 TV

*all the time in the world - i literally know nothing about the dsmp but the way this was written is so beautiful, i love angst and buddie but also buck angst gets me the most, evan buckley used to be someone called karl jacobs but eddie doesn't know that and thinks buck is a war veteran, he's not entirely wrong but also don't make me fact check that beyond reading this, this fic makes me feel super autistic in a way i can't explain, time travel and secret identities are just so my jam dude, bonus chris moment that made me squeal bc chris eddie and buck are so family material - @official-impravidus

*my palms and fingers still reek of gasoline - such a good crossover, the characterization is very very good, i definitely need to read it again, a pjo au that has a twist, demigod buck and eddie are special to me now, having buck be on that side is an interesting choice and i like it, buck's mom being aphrodite makes so much sense - @trashyinfernomusic

[theha1rarch]

🔥 - i'm evil ... so ... steve

( send the fire emoji for an unpopular opinion )

oooh boy oh-ho-ho, okay buckle in everyone - this is gonna be a long ride -

1 - gonna go ahead & get this one out of the way ... steve would in no universe, under any circumstance, in any way - shape - or form ... date fucking b.illy h.argrove. i really feel like i don't need to explain this one but yeah thanks, he would never. he wouldn't even CRUSH on him (eddie is his one & only (canon) bi awakening thank you!!!)

2 - steve is not an asshole. he can be bitchy, he was a douche in school & definitely not the greatest person - but he is not an actual mean person. like - maybe if he was in a bad mood or in a fight with someone, he could say something really mean - but it's not something he'd do normally. like he's not just some giant asshole who treats people like shit

3 - steve wouldn't accept anyone being an ass to nancy. he wouldn't accept robin shunning her bc of their past. he forgave nancy a long time ago & expects other people to as well. just because she hurt him, if he forgave her - they need to as well. after all it's HIM she hurt & it's not like it was done intentionally

4 - steve isn't stupid. he struggles with learning & school, yes. he's not the most booksmart, yes. but he's not fucking stupid. he's not some braindead idiot who can't tell right from left. he might not always spell things right, he might not know big words but acting like he's a five year old child who's never been on the planet earth before is a bit much. not to mention he canonically showed off his smarts SEVERAL times. everyone forgets if it wasn't for him, they never would've figured out the russians were working at/under the mall

5 - steve being in love with nancy still, or again, in s4 was lazy & stupid writing & never should've happened & makes no sense. he was canonically over here & trying to move on a season before. literally admitted while on TRUTH SERUM that he wasn't in love with her anymore. it literally shows no growth for him to just reduce him back to a shipping box & have him revolve around nancy again. especially when nancy herself has moved on & is in a happy relationship

6 - everyone claims steve is the d.uffer bros favorite, but he is NOT. he might be a fan favorite but the duffers don't give af about him. they wouldn't have done above if they did. they wouldn't continuously put him through hell & back if they did. he's literally a marketing ploy to them/st in general/netflix. they know everyone eats him up & uses those stupid 'steve harrington has to live' or whatever type marketing things to bring in the money

7 - calling steve a 'fan favorite' is even a bit of a stretch because genuinely most people only like him because he's hot. or bc joe is. & they crush on him & think he's attractive & the whole babysitter thing does it for them. or they also just think of him as 'haha goofy stupid funny hot guy who gets beat up all the time'. that's how most people outside of the actual steve stans see him, people don't give him depth - including the writers themselves

8 - FOR ST/CANON/80S VERSE SPECIFIC - i genuinely don't think steve would know what being bi was or that 'liking both' is an option or whatever without meeting robin. or another 'already have figured out they're queer' person. like i just simply don't think he'd just have that already known without some help. like - maybe he could know he liked guys for certain ships getting together pre-robin & all but i don't think he'd know the details of stuff already without a queer person in his life

9 - slight usfw but probably one of my most controversial, in the steve/steddie/st fandom at least, STEVE IS A SUB, & HE'S ALSO A BOTTOM. THAT'S ALL. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

10 - this is going to be the most controversial thing i've ever said on this blog bc it's going to surprise & shock the fuck out of so many of you & no one's going to believe i'm actually saying it but .....................

steve should've died in s4 instead of eddie. NOW HEAR ME OUT - obviously there's no universe where i want steve to die & this is ONLY IF someone 'had' to die. but i think it should've been steve. steve is a character that's been around since s1, who was - in fact - supposed to die in s1. we know him, we love him, but we've got to watch a life for him play out on screen before us. maybe not the best life. but still. he was canonically in a good place by the end of s4, for the most part. like generally seemed happy & all. he gave that whole speech to nancy that literally screamed a 'i'm about to die' speech. it would've been sad as fuck, but i think it would've been a better narrative. to watch a character we've gotten to know & have at least four or more so years with die. & it still would've given dustin the whole 'losing older brother type figure' situation. we'd get to watch the characters grieve someone we actually knew, not someone we only knew for nine (eight? idk i'm tired i forget how many s4 eps rn) episodes & most of the characters barely knew -. it would've been a lot more impactful & shown that the duffers weren't afraid to take risks & actually kill off their mains & show us no one was safe. & then eddie could've stepped into steve's role & wouldn't have lived such a short time & would've shown that the duffers could break out of their 'we're gonna kill off this character you just me this season' trope ...

[daniclaytcn]

Maybe your other anon just doesn't ship Buddie, but i just gotta say that while i dislike the lack of direction and focus this season had with Eddie's storyline, i don't quite get why people are asking for a fully fleshed out romance arc/ love interest for him, when surely, that would be his endgame then. We're in season 7.

hi! actually, i interpreted it as "in the event that canon buddie isn't the plan, then they could have eddie find love in a new character and have it be a fleshed out arc". unless i read the ask wrong. which is a valid opinion, if you love eddie's character and want to see him at least find love at the end of the series. personally, this is not an opinion i share for two reasons: 1) i might be a certified eddie stan, but i like logical storytelling even more, and the logical way for this story to end is with buck and eddie together, and, 2) you'll never get me to be interested in a character—male or female—that is just introduced for the sake of being a love interest.

but aside from anon, because i don't think they meant what you're saying, there is a weird amount of people who insist that eddie and/or buck should have fleshed out romantic arcs while wanting buddie to go canon eventually which is. really a huge contradiction. and this is something we already got with bucktaylor and eddieshannon (i hate to compare the two, ew, but oh well) so it's not something that makes a lot of sense, narrative-wise, if canon buddie is the plan. "they should flesh out these characters more if they want us to be invested in them!" maybe...the point is...that you're not supposed to get invested...

[the-losers-are-still-losing]

adding onto this: to fit into a traditional bracket size (and to ensure every loser gets a fair chance by being entered the same amount of times), we need to make up 64 slots (canon losers make up 42). i’ve added the rockwell!losers for fun, as well as the five canon neibolt!losers and outsidevoice!richie, stan and eddie. there are also certain fanon interpretations id like to add, for example gloomy!eddie and richie as mentioned but also @whatthefuckisasweep’s neibolt designs for ben and mike (obviously i’d get explicit permission before actually entering these characters). if there are any non-canon loser interpretations anyone would like to see in the tournie, please suggest them!! we’ve got at least 3 more spaces to fill, potentially more.

also on top of what some people have said about *ahem* certain characters sweeping, i can’t sway people’s votes but i think it would be fun to harness these predictions and make some sort of pseudo-betting ring?? obviously not playing for any prizes with any stakes, just a fun little side-game where any user can claim a loser that they think will win. i’d say each loser should only be claimed once otherwise everybody might rush for the aforementioned certain characters, so it’s first come, first served as soon as the tournie is set up.

extra notes: i will make a separate account for this tournament just to avoid cluttering up an already busy blog here, and it’s been suggested that i do a canon-only losers tournament so maybe do that afterwards as well as this one, rather than instead of?

sorry for the rambly post! just sorting things out to see if this tournie can go ahead :)

tournament idea, pit all interpretations of the losers against each other?

my original thought was just 1990s and 2010s (with adults and kids separated) but maybe the book works too and if we’ve got room the rockwell musical version would be funny altho i think they’d sweep for lols

so for example a poll might be finn wolfhard’s 2017 kid richie against john ritter’s 1990 adult ben, or 1986 adult stan against jessica chastain’s 2019 adult bev, etc, so it’s really randomised and therefore fairer

also i’ve considered if we need to fill out more space we could include fanon interpretations, for example, i would love to see @gloomy-prince’s trans!eddie go up against other losers bc i know their comic is popular

what are we thinking chat

[billdenbrough]

They’re hanging out on the roof, Bill’s ankle knocking against Richie’s knocking against Bill’s knocking against Richie’s knocking against Bill’s, over and over and over, feeling as endless as the summer does on a day like that, middle of August and not a cloud in the sky, when Richie says, “I kissed Eddie last night.”

He says it casually, like it’s just the kind of thing anyone does, and not the kind of earth-shaking moment Bill’s kind of always known Richie dreamed of doing but would never have bet on coming true.

“I,” Bill says, then regroups. “What?”

“C’mon, Big Bill, don’t tell me all that growing went to your bones and skipped your brain,” Richie jibes, but it’s good-natured. He sounds so calm. Too calm.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe he’s so scared he’s come around to calm. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened to someone, wouldn’t be the first time Bill’s seen it. He’s never seen it happen to Richie, not that he can remember, but that’s maybe because Richie has always run on bravado more than this particular brand of bravery.

Bill can remember feeling like this, so fucking scared that it made him brave again, and he’s seen it in Mike’s eyes too. Bev and Ben’s sometimes, though Bev usually doesn’t like to let anything that gets to her show, and Ben’s heart tends towards taking whatever he’s given more than turning it into something that helps him stand stronger. Which isn’t a bad thing or a good thing, it’s just a thing, and it makes Bill want to pull him on the back of Silver sometimes, like it’ll help him remember he’s important too.

Stan gets quiet, and then he gets loud, at least by his standards. It’s not really the same for him, Bill thinks. When he’s scared for his friends, his voice gets stronger and weaker at the same time, like he’s building it back up but he’s building it up with broken parts, making a fractured foundation. It’ll hold, but eventually it’s gotta give. And then when he’s scared about other things, things that don’t make sense, he gets almost angry, like – like how dare that exist, how dare it have the audacity to creep into his head when it doesn’t make sense.

Sometimes Eddie’s like that, but mostly he’s the first type. Sometimes he gets so scared that he forgets he’s scared at all, brave and determined and terrified out of his fucking mind, so much so that he doesn’t even register it.

If Richie kissed him, maybe that’s why he’s feeling like it. Like… Eddie’s probably the bravest person Bill knows, if he thinks about it real hard, and he’s got so much of it in him that maybe it makes sense that some of it ended up in Richie too when they kissed.

That’s probably not how it works—Bill wouldn’t know, he’s only kissed Bev, and Mike, one time, with his warm eyes and warm hands and warm lips, on a dare from Richie that made his pulse skitter off-beat, and Bill’s not as brave as Eddie because he’s never let himself work out why—but it’s all he can think about as he sits there on the roof of Richie’s house and listens, and listens, and listens.

“It was nice,” Richie says after a moment, nonchalant and earnest at the same time, and Bill thinks, huh.

Bill thinks, this is how he sounds when he’s lying and being honest at the same time.

Bill thinks, this is how he sounds when he means it.

Bill says, “Wow,” instead of saying any of that. Then, eyes on their ankles instead of on Richie’s face, like he’s worried Richie might get spooked and fall off the roof, he adds, “Good, uh, good for you.”

A pause, then: “What did Eddie say? Or do?”

Richie looks out into the sky, into the sunlight, a million miles away or maybe just a few hours, the space between now and last night, between that kiss, that moment.

“He stomped on my foot,” Richie says, grinning a little, and it takes Bill so completely by surprise that he snorts.

“He what?” he asks, incredulous.

Richie glances at him, eyes blown wide by his glasses and maybe a little by Eddie Kaspbrak. He’s smiling, that toothy thing that comes out when he’s relieved or when he’s happy or when school finishes and the summer starts. When he feels free, maybe.

“He stomped on my foot,” Richie repeats. Then, smiling in a way that kind of hurts to look at, he says, a little softer, “And then he kissed me back.”

[kaspurrcat]

So here is my dilemma for the Gravity Falls au comic thing I am brainstorming. I don't know who I want to do what. I've got a couple ideas but its all kinda fuzzy and I can't decide which one I like best.

On one hand, I think step siblings Max and Eddie would come to stay with Eddie's Uncle Wayne while Susan finishes her meltdown in peace is a fantastic idea. Eddie would get a job as the repair guy at the Mystery Shack (owned by the one and only Murray because only Murray is truly unhinged enough to own a tourist trap like that) where he would meet platonic soul mates Robin and Steve who work the register and gift shop. Steve would take the recovered mean girl role of Pacifica and Robin would be our lovely Wendy. Max would meet the Party at the arcade. Eddie would find the first journal while putting up signs for Murray and then we can kind of follow the plot of the first episode. I feel like Eddie might share the book with Dustin at some point. Weave in hints of the upside down in with the weird monsters of gravity falls and we're golden. Maybe Murray and Joyce are searching for Hopper or maybe even Alexi. Tbh the further into this I get the blurrier ideas get. Henry Creel would most definitely take on the role of Bill Cipher but other than that I don't have any ideas for him.

ON THE OTHER HAND

We could have step siblings (or maybe actual siblings) Steve and Dustin come to stay with Uncle Murray(Murray is alway grunkle Stan. Also calling Murray Grunkle Murray does not feel right) for the summer. Again we've got Robin working the register and Eddie as the handyman. Dustin bonds with the party, finds the journal and drags Steve into things. And Dustin would be the most likely to actually go looking for the shit in the journal and drag everyone else along with him. The rest of the details from the previous idea pertaining to Hopper, Creel, etc still stand.

I entertained Eddie and Dustin beings siblings for a bit but Steve and Dustin's brotherly dynamic is too important to me to let them only just meet that summer. I like that they have history together.

I do want El to play an important role in all of this I just don't know what.

There's so many different combinations of characters that could work for this that I don't know which combo I want. Theres more than just the two I listed too.

Eddie and El as siblings coming to gravity falls would work. Maybe Hopper takes the role of Grunkle Stan. I feel like while El would probably share the journal with at least Eddie, maybe Max. The rest of the party would probably hear about it from there with Dustin being the driving force dragging stobin into things.

OH! Or! The Sinclair siblings are the ones to come. That could work although I don't feel qualified to write Erica as the mc for the majority of a fic.

Ultimately, it will be about steddie but like I don't want them getting together to be the main plot line. Like it's definitely an important plot line but like the mystery aspect of everything will probably reign supreme.

[buck-yyyy]

okay okay i know i talk a lot about byler but here's how i wanted the supernatural ending of stranger things v2 to go

i'm actually really proud of this ngl- (and yes i know this wouldn't leave much room for season five. shut up i still like it)

the main party confronts vecna while everyone else is.. idk they're somewhere, i haven't thought THAT much about this.

vecna is up on a hill in the upside down (running up that hill yk) while the party is at the bottom, in a V shape that is headed by el

vecna has his monologue moment, he extends his final offer for her to join him, el shuts him down

vecna says smth like "then you asked for this", el turns around

all five kids are staring blankly ahead, in a trance.

vecna has now become so powerful that he can have five people in a trance and STILL be present in the moment to battle it out. oh fuck moment.

cue dramatic music (i've now decided that it's the running up that hill epic version after seeing that scene in v2)

camera focuses on el. she is lined up with vecna. insert cinematographic parallel for how they could have been the same, but their distance shows that she chose to be different.

el now has only a few minutes to defeat vecna before her five closest friends die. EXTREME STAKES.

she sticks her hand out and does the thing. as her and vecna battle it out, which is somehow made visually interesting, it cuts in and out of the battle scene to show what each party member is seeing.

we get more info on will's relationship with lonnie. we see how lonnie's abuse shaped will's interpretation of his sexuality.

we get even more insight into max's trauma from billy's abuse, maybe see some stuff about her dad.

(eddie stans im sorry but he still died in this version) we see how eddie's death affected dustin, how important eddie was to him. maybe vecna warps old memories of eddie in order to further mess with his head.

we see the stuff from lucas on the line- how he's dealt with casual racism his entire life, and all the shit from the basketball team. we see his guilt for bringing max into all of this back in s2, now that max is in danger and he likely blames himself.

and last but not least, we see mike's internalized homophobia. we see troy and james, we see ted, we see everything. the general audience is allowed an understanding of comphet and why mike is in a relationship with el even though he's now realized that he might be gay. we see his fear and hatred towards that part of himself.

back to the main battle. a shot from behind. the party has now risen into the air. we see el through the gaps as she struggles to fight.

el defeats vecna, but in the process, she loses her powers. maybe she had to overload him somehow and transfered all her power/the energy that sources it into him to destroy him. idk, i just want her to lose her powers.

everyone drops to the ground, including el. group hug, lots of sobbing.

now for the other stuff outside of the main battle.

we see the ENTIRE party mourning eddie- especially mike.

mutual m!leven breakup. it's beautiful in a way, and they're both better off for it.

mike starts to be slightly more open about his feelings for will, hinting a byler set up for season five.

el is much more accepting of her lack of powers than at the end of s3. throughout the course of s4, she's learned that she doesn't need her powers to be loved and appreciated. SELF ACCEPTANCE ARC- COMPLETE!!!

so yeah- that's what i was hoping to come out of season four with. it obviously didn't happen, but i really was dreaming of a ton of people getting vecna'd at once- i thought (and still think) it would be super cool, both visually and as it related to the plot. big fan <33

but i'd love to hear your thoughts, both about what i wrote here and what you guys thought would happen in volume two!

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

cursing

summary: i can’t think of a plot so maybe something like the reader first joining the group and she’s rlly shy and innocent so all the losers don’t want her near richie but one day he tries talking to her alone but they get detention somehow bc of him so her and richie have to do work like cleaning up classes and he rubs off on her and she picks up his sayings so the losers freak out?

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me this long to write it, I hope you still enjoy though 

Richie Tozier is characterized by his crude remarks. Friends, peers, teachers and parent alike know that if they want their respective students, friends or children to behave and remain innocent, they best separate them by a mile from Richie himself. New kids are warned to scoot if Richie tries to approach them, and if you’re seen talking to him, it’ll come as no surprise to anyone that curse words will become your second nature.

The losers club, aka Richie’s friends, accept this about him - except for Stan, who maintains his near perfect grammar despite being Richie’s oldest companion- and would never try to withhold him from getting to know new people and forming a friendship, but that doesn’t mean they try to shelter said person on occasion.

The first day you arrived at Derry high, eyes casted downwards as to not initiate eye contact with anyone out of shyness, the losers knew that they had to keep Richie’s crude words and humor away from you. They approached you, and just like any descend peer and classmate would do, took you under their wings. It wasn’t a secret that you were a shy person, riddled with social anxiety and the apprehensiveness to stand up for yourself, but the losers had tricks up their sleeve to help you overcome that fear. They do after all have a lot of experience in that department.

Your calmness contradicts everything that Richie claims to stand for -he’d never openly admit to his softer, more well-spoken side-, and though there is nothing wrong with either, the losers still maintained that you had to be eased into getting introduced to Richie’s abrasive persona.

Richie still hung out with you plenty, in fact it seemed as if you and Richie developed the closest friendship out of all of them, but as soon as the first syllables of an explicate would be formed, the other losers would loudly cuff of gently nudge Richie to let him know to stop talking.

For the most part, at least in the beginning, Richie stuck to his promise he had made with the losers. He tried his best to not let any lewd langue’s slip around you, with the exertion of mom jokes - the losers couldn’t convince him to forgo those – and with a few misshapes not counted in, they rarely happened.

But then, unexpectedly and unfitting for you, both Richie and you get detention. Richie has gotten detention before, a lot in fact, but never had their timid, newest addition of the losers club been in any kind of trouble. It frustrated even Bev and Ben, and Richie of course, when Eddie, Stan and you ganged up on them to be the voice of caution, refusing to do anything remotely illegal or dangerous. So you getting detention was not something any of them ever saw happening.

It came as no surprise to find out Richie had pulled you into trouble with him, by babbling away in class and trying to get you to respond to his hyper antics in the middle of the class with the teacher every student feared most, Miss Michez. He would throw props of paper your way, write stuff on it and beg for you to respond to it, yell out random things until you caved in and laughed so hard you nearly snorted. Miss Michez, never one to allow any descriptiveness in her class, hurried to give Richie detention, and by default you, to find any reason to chase him out of her classroom.

It didn’t matter to her that today was the first day of the year that the sun actually warmed up the surface, and that a bunch of test were impending and the losers had hoped for one last day of relaxing. All she thought of was punishing her students.

The losers, already planning on hanging out that day, decided to wait for the two of you outside of the school, even knowing that you and Richie were likely to be stuck there for at least an hour after everyone else was dismissed.

They were waiting in a state of uncertainty. They’d never seen you upset, or sad before, and you might not be now either, but they had no idea what to expect. They didn’t know if you were the type of person to freak out over getting in trouble with elders, or if you didn’t care. Assuming you would be upset, the losers collectively bundle their pocket money and got to the store around the corner of the school and bought heaps of comfort food.

When they were done shopping, they made sure to loiter around the front of the school. A part of them was hopeful that Richie managed to keep you bright and happy and smiley, but they know that detention isn’t a joke so prepare for the worst.

At the hour and a half mark, the usual duration of detention on a Wednesday, Richie lanky body flew out the door, the door sweeping open and shut behind him. He had his arm tucked over your shoulders, and he laughed as he led you away from the - what he described as - grounds of hell.

‘G-g-uys, are y-y-you okay?’ Bill asks as soon as you and Richie are within reach. There’s no visible upset on your face, not as far as he can tell, but you might have just been covering it up very well.

‘What? Oh yeah we’re fine, the old hag couldn’t wait to get rid of us’, Richie laughs as he leads you closer to the group.

‘Yeah, I don’t think she realized she was setting herself up for more time with Richie’, you say as you duck under his arm. ‘Whatever, the bitch deserved it.’

Ben chokes on his own spit, while Beverly cackles so loud it’s surprising miss Michez doesn’t storm down the stairs to shush them.

‘Did you just curse?’ Stan grounds out, wide eyes looking at you like it’s the first time he has ever seen you.

‘Some people deserve it’, you answer, that same shyness the losers are so used of you coming back slowly. Apparently, the moment of brave boldness has come and gone. ‘Kind of like Eddie’s mom.’

Bev roars louder, holding herself up by a beam so she doesn’t fall over laughing. Eddie’s face turns white, and his gaze slowly, almost imperceptibly, shifts to Richie’s face. Then he states calmly; ‘I’m going to fucking kill you.’

Richie is granted three seconds to run.

[babytortie]

unexpected

unexpected. ❘ stanley uris x reader.

a/n: this was requested by anon - love ur recent stanley fic! was wondering if you’re cool with doing a smut for him? (aged up of course!) if you’re comfortable, could you make the reader more dominant in bed/stanley being more submissive? perhaps and enemies to lovers, hate sex type. other than that, any plot line is just fine.

* hope this lives up to your expectations! tyty for requesting this one.

summary: in which stanley and reader argue worse than richie runs his trashmouth. after burning some pent-up tension one day, the two take a turn for the better and become more than just enemies.

warnings: s m u t. some fluff at end. <3

contains: enemies to lovers, degrading, hair tugging, harsh kisses w/ slight blood, mild orgasm denial, praises, rough and unprotected sex.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 18+ in this one-shot.

~ 3.4k words.

you twirled a strand of hair between your fingers, a magazine placed on your lap, and beverly's head rested on your shoulder, looking at the pages with you.

it was the summer and the group was all back home on break from college. the loser's wanted to hang out and all eight of you were at bill's house right now. on various couch cushions and seats in the living room. his parents were away for the night and the seven brought clothes to stay at his just in case it got a bit late.

"oh, do you think he's hotter? or him?" bev asked, leaning in closer to point at the page. it was some magazine about the hottest actors of the year, achievement wise. though some hot men that were in it was currently grabbing beverly's, well, and your attention too. you glanced down at the page, slightly comparing both actors and voiced, "definitely him."

the guys overheard this and rolled their eyes. they were taking turns playing on bill’s newest nintendo sixty-four. on the floor below you, sat the four a few feet away, this was because they wanted to be scooted closer to the television. even though it was perfectly fine to put their backs against the couch. typical males.

you worried for their eyesight, especially richie’s, since right now he and bill were battling on some game you didn’t know the name of while being too close to the screen. eddie was on a chair next to the couch and sat by you, wheezing as he watched how close of a tie it was between them. mike and stanley were sitting on the floor with them on either side, cheering on who they wanted to win.

this was while ben sat on the other side of bev and read some book that just came out earlier this week. a quarter of ben’s focus was on his hand. it was resting on beverly’s thigh and drawing small, mindless shapes in content. the two were newly dating after pinning on each other for forever.

"i think we should play would you rather!" mike turned his head and suggested after hearing your conversation with the red head. bill had just died on the game causing richie to jump up and cheer while blowing out the other three's ear drums.

ben closed his book and sat up straighter. he took a glimpse over at beverly to see what her decision was. eddie hesitantly agreed when you and bev nodded. “s-sure!” bill got up and pulled stan with him.

one weekend about four years ago when the denbrough’s were home and bill had the group of losers over, they noticed how you all squished on the seats in the living room. surprising bill with an extra couch a month after this, they were able to successfully squeeze it into the room and push it against the other wall.

the four others started to pile on the other couch a few feet away from the three of you and eddie who still sat on the single chair next to you. beverly pulled her head up and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “be nice to stanley please.”

knowing it wasn’t funny, looking at her anyway with a confused expression, you lied. "stanley who?" she immediately turned her neck back at you, probably receiving some whiplash and raised an eyebrow to challenge you.

"i'm serious y/n." beverly laughed dryly. you sighed and replied a short agreeable response. “alright bev, as long as he doesn’t start it, then i won’t do anything.” after, you zipped your lips and threw an imaginary lock in the direction behind eddie.

she smiled at you in thanks and then you two turned towards the room, noticing everyone was ready. “b-being as it w-was mike’s id-dea, he can g-go first.” bill announced while glancing around the room.

mike nodded and turned to the one who still wore coke-bottle glasses years later. “richie, would you rather never wear underwear again or never wear socks again?”

ben and bill stifled a laugh, already knowing what his response was going to be. eddie rolled his eyes as richie answered, “underwear since i go commando sometimes anyway.”

you put your finger in your mouth, pretending that you were about to throw up and mike shook his head at richie. you turned to your right and left, seeing eddie’s and beverly’s disgusted faces.

”okay, eddie spaghetti.” he paused. the seven of you looked at eds, who had already put his hand over his face in annoyance. you and beverly laughed when the shorter boy muttered, “here we go.” richie smirked and continued. “would you rather, accidently send a nude to your boss or your parents? and by parents i mean your mom and i.”

he rolled his eyes, “absolutely not richie. my mom would never get with you and i would die of embarrassment if it were sonia. she’d probably kidnap and lock me in my old room, never to be seen again. probably boss.”

eddie turned to you after the group cackled of laughter, especially richie at the response he was given. the two of you currently shared a science class together in college and the asthmatic based some of his question off of this. "alright y/n, would u rather hook up with one of football players or with mr. jackson down at the science lab?”

you placed the palm of your hand on your cheek, into a thinking position and replied. "well, i kind of answered that question at last weekend’s party?" beverly jumped up at this and gasped. "no way! with which one?"

"i don’t kiss and tell." you smirked. the others gagged at that. “ah okay, i see. that’s where you went when we couldn’t find you again.” ben commented. stanley had been a bit quiet during the conversation and decided to speak up. adding to this, while looking at you pointedly. "you kind of just did tell and admitted at the fact that you sucked off some guy.”

you weren’t usually the type to get flustered during conversations like this. instead owning it as if you weren’t bothered. this helped you avoid any teasing or any richie’s usual jokes. "at least i'm getting some!" muttering in stanley’s direction.

"i swear if you guys argue for one more minute, i'm going to shoot myself. go y/n. it’s your turn." mike spoke up in between you and stanley, trying to get the game rolling again.

you smiled, feeling a little eager at the next question. you looked at the curly haired sitting across the room from you. the others groaned knowing you were about to pick on him in some kind of way. "uris. for the rest of your sex life, would you rather be the top or bottom?”

he blinked in your direction, probably wanting to smack you for the inappropriate question. “depends, is it with anyone specific?” you looked down sheepishly, then back up. is this a trick question? i mean sometimes you did find stanley a little bit too attractive. “do you want it to be?” deciding to quip back with equal attitude, you asked.

the group looked between the two of you while waiting for a response from uris. the tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. letting out a scoff in return, he looked at you in the eyes and glared. speaking in a low tone, you almost didn’t hear him. "uh, i don’t know.”

"what do you mean? you don’t know?" richie snickered.

bill, beverly, ben, and mike started to get the picture together. eddie figured it out just a second before them, when you burst out giggling. before you could stop from helping yourself, you let out a harsh jab. “oh shit, that explains why you’re always so uptight! maybe you should unbutton some of that polo? might help so you aren’t choking on all that innocence."

that only made matters worse, the last pin in place to set him off. stanley angrily spewed some words under his breath. only catching your name, you figured it was most likely something badly about you. quickly getting up from his spot, his curls bounced up and down when he rushed upstairs to one of the bedrooms.

the others watched him disappear from the top step sadly and looked back at you with the look. you had the decency to look a bit guilty, an awkward grimace on your face. "uh, why are you all looking at me like that?"

eddie leaned over to elbow you and gave his puppy dog eyes in pleading. you sighed but started getting up anyway. you laced your hands together in front of your stomach, nerves a bit jittery at being in a room alone with him. "well, to state my case we were all having that kind of discussion! if he wasn't such a prude..." you trailed off.

ben got up, patting your shoulder. "we all know this but stanley is sensitive about these kinds of things. go apologize while we're on break now and we’ll get some drinks going."

you nodded and turned back around, starting towards the stairs and walked up slowly. richie decided this was a good time to be the loud trashmouth that he is and shouted. "it was nice knowing you, y/n!"

shaking your head, you reached the last step and rounded the corner. hearing a slap noise, you assumed tozier was probably getting hit on the back of his head. a moment later a "beep beep" came from mike and you let out a small laugh in relief that they had your back against the loud mouth.

strolling down the hallway, you spotted the second guest bedroom door closed and decided to knock on it. stan heard a faint knock and got up from the bed to open it, seeing y/n he groaned. "oh, it's just you."

you ignored his disappointed comment and bit your lip. looking up and down to observe his new look. he must have just changed. wearing a regular light blue t-shirt and grey sweats. you shook your head and looked up to see his grin, catching you in the act of checking him out.

rolling your eyes in response, like he usually did and walking around him, you closed the bedroom door shut after stepping inside. you grabbed a handful of stanley’s shirt and pushed him against the back of the door. more like he allowed you to do this but you were definitely in control of the situation.

you leaned in towards him and swiped the back of your thumb over his bottom lip to test his reaction. when he didn’t swat your hand away, you went on the tip of your toes and brushed his lips against yours.

stanley gasped into your mouth and deciding to use this as an opportunity, you placed the tip of your tongue on the bottom of his lip. right before you could actually do this, he apparently read your mind and left his mouth open purposely. you wanted to slap him.

nonetheless, he allowed you total access. surprising him on purpose, you shoved your tongue in his mouth. wishfully thinking about how you wanted to somehow choke him with it. he grabbed both sides of your shoulders and scooted you closer, clashing his teeth with yours. not wanting to let up the control he tried to grab, you grasped the back of his neck tightly and felt light-headed. sensing wetness pooling between your thighs from enjoying this too much, you cursed to yourself.

a small moan escaped out from your lips and as if it was his fault, you nipped his bottom lip. you tried to quickly get rid the thought of ever giving into stanley uris. he hissed sharply, tasting slight blood from the nick. uris mumbled. "bitch."

this angered you more. pulling away from his lips, you put on a fake smile. moving in a bit closer to mess with the collar of his shirt, you tugged on it roughly, your face still close with his. "ready to not be a virgin anymore, virgin?" you retorted.

he smirked, "as long as i'm not one anymore, i don't care who it's with. even someone like you." he emphasized in a nasty tone. you pulled the shirt up over his head and uttered out. "shut the hell up." stan hummed happily after his shirt was pulled up to see that you were glaring from his reply. the two of you heard loud steps down the hall by the stairs, so you placed a finger over his mouth.

after a moment later, you heard what you assumed was someone in the bathroom, closing door the shut. letting out a breath not realizing you were holding it, stanley took this as a distraction to slip your finger into his mouth. you gasped, eyes widening, "what the hell!"

pulling your hand back, you spoke and stared in his eyes to let him know just how serious you were. "here's how it's going to go if you want to get laid, uris. we're doing this my way. don't play around anymore and definitely don’t talk too much so i can picture literally anyone other than you."

stanley looked into your eyes, searching for any hints of a lie from your remark. when he saw your eyes looking clearly back into his, he sighed in defeat. not letting it show, he grinned nastily. ”fine by me, y/l/n.”

"now, bird-boy are you sure you can handle this?" you stated more than questioned, an eyebrow quirked up. you held onto the top of his sweats with an eyebrow quirked up. he clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth together so hard he hoped they wouldn't crack. "fuck you y/n."

“no, that’s what i’ll be doing to you.” disagreeing and putting your palm over him. “what do we have here?” you asked out loud, in general all snarky. he let out an annoyed noise when he felt you tease fingertips across his hard length. so, in retaliation, he grabbed your wrist and pushed the palm of your hand harder onto him.

you gasped at how big he was. you tried to cover the surprise, a ‘tsk, tsk’ falling from your lips. not letting go quickly enough stanley noticed this and smirked at you. frowning, you murmured. "ever heard of patience? such a bad boy."

uris let out a small, quiet groan from feeling your hands come off of him. which was something you caught and figured having teased him enough, you put your hands around the waistband of his pants. tugging them off along with his boxers. afterwards you pushed him down onto the bed and before he could do anything, you quickly made work of your shirt. pulling it over your head and unclipping your bra as well.

he put a hand through his curls, smoothing them out from the fall when he fell into the comforter. watching you, he could feel himself hardening painfully. he felt needy and done with the wait. pulling your wrist closer he pleaded. “come on, hurry. please y/n.”

”fine, you’ve waited long enough like a good little boy.” stanley flushed at your approving compliment and tried to hide it, looking down. you saw this when you moved to sit on top of him and smiled. grabbing his chin lightly, you tilted his head back up. while looking into his light brown eyes, you held his wrist and tugged his hand so it laid over on top your breast.

stanley’s breath hitched and you moved inwards toward his neck. your warm breath was touching his skin, feeling cheeks reddening more. uris felt, palmed, and squeezed a little as you sucked small hickeys on his neck. not to dark but enough to be just visible if one were close up.

kissing his cheek and tilting back up, he dropped his hand and you happened to see his cheeks and neck all red. the quick switch of his attitude still shocked you to the core. ”are you sorry for calling me a bad name, baby?” he ignored your comment like a brat and kissed the inside of your wrist. you melted a little in his touch before going back to the task at hand.

you slowly let out of his grasp to unbuckle the belt and unbutton your shorts. you shimmied out of them and wanting to hurry up, you just moved your panties to the side and out of the way. pumping him a few times, you started to align him to your center. before you moved down onto him, you placed your hand on his cheeks in a sweet gesture and silently asked for reassurance. he nodded and you slowly slid down into him, both of you letting out small moans. “feel so good.” you muttered.

stilled for a moment, you let yourself adjust to his length and him to the feel. your hips went back up and you moved in forward, kissing him again. it slowly turned into a sloppy make out when you slammed your hips back down again. his tongue shoved in your mouth when you gasped in pleasure. after you found a rhythm you babbled on and on about how stanley was doing so good for you.

"i need you to put your fingers on my clit and rub." you said softly but still in a demanding tone. directing his hand exactly where you wanted it, you nodded when he looked at you again. his fingers moved quickly, drawing out an orgasm that you felt nearing.

lacing your fingers through his curly hair. stanley let out a loud moan as you tugged the locks. "now for the sake of you being able to cum, i'm going to ask again. are you sorry my baby boy?" he really didn't want to have to see the satisfactory in your face if he apologized. though, after a small moment went by, he realized that you weren't joking.

he let out a small, almost incoherent whine. pleading you with his big hazel eyes, "i-i'm sorry y/n. so sorry, c-can i cum please?" stanley would have never thought he'd be the submissive type but he found himself melting at your praises, quite easily. he liked letting you have some control and for once being able to sit back.

you smirked at him and let go. patting his cheek in almost a mocking way. "awe such a good boy but i think you can wait another minute." his eyes widened and you placed your hands back up onto his chest, steadying your balance before moving your hips back up and down repeatedly and harshly against his. he moaned when you kept going back down on his cock. feeling his pelvis right up against your very sensitive bundle of nerves, you squirmed.

stanley smirked, feeling you tighten around him. knowing you were close was a relief. constantly feeling so good on him made him hard and straining inside of you. tears prickling in the back of his eyes and wanting to cum so badly was difficult. uris felt not wanting to disobey you was more important as he patiently waited. pushing harder on your clit is what caused you to unravel, tightening completely around him. "oh fuck! s-such a good boy. cum with me now."

he came so hard, the hardest ever. which wasn't much to go off on, from the obvious conversation before. feeling euphoria, you rode through your high and his, milking every last drop of cum. you started to feel shaky. before your hips gave out, you placed one last kiss on his slightly darkening hickey.

after you fell on the bed next to him, he pulled you close. you turned your head in his embrace, eyes widening. you knew without a doubt they looked like they were probably about to fall out of the sockets. assuming even bigger eyes then richie's usual ones due to his glasses.

uris pursed his lips, kissing the top of your forehead before he could overthink it. “we need to talk. y/n/n." you tried to open your mouth, but closed it again. stanley used your nickname, he has never used it before. you were in disbelief, frozen, and unable to say a word. he rescued you and spoke up again. "you know i don't hate you, right?"

you swallowed feeling like a brick was falling from your shoulders and nodded. "i don't hate you either stan. this is not what i was expecting though to make up." you giggled causing him to chime in. the awkwardness was finally settled but you paused and asked nervously. "do you think we're worse than eddie and richie?"

he shook his head, not even needing to think on it and responded sweetly. "no, we're okay now and i have a feeling that richie will tease eddie even after we're all dead."

you laughed together once more, agreeing with stan’s opinion which would probably be a proven fact one day. "that's true. poor eddie!" snuggling closer into his back and finally, truly feeling at peace.

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Which Love Interest of Your OC is More Likely to Do This?

@wolfanddragon98

1. Who is more likely to wake up early to surprise their significant other with breakfast in bed? ☀️

Several love interests come to mind. Stan, Randy, Steve, and JJ. I was going to include Jerome but I’d imagine he more likely would steal from a fancy breakfast place and then act like he made it for Winifred. You know what, nvm. I will include Jerome. Because it is still considered breakfast in bed. It’s just stolen breakfast. 

JJ we are know is not a morning person but for Maribel he’d wake up early to surprise her with breakfast. They’d all try to make their OCs favorite meals. And you can bet JJ would be the one to leave the kitchen the most messiest.  

Obviously Eddie can’t cause by the time he is with Alexandra he’s already a vampire. Unless you count a late breakfast for dinner kind of date.

2. Who is more likely to buy their significant other a very expensive gift? 💸

The word buy is important because if it wasn’t included I would have said Jerome.

 I say JJ but I’d imagine he’d buy Maribel something expensive only after saving up money. 

Steve is an obvious choice. 

I also would say Randy because he would save up money too. Only the best for Scarlett in his mind. 

3. Who is more to do something very disturbing, but in their head it's seen as a romantic gesture? 🤪

HAHAHA

Do I really need to say who?

*whispers the name Jerome*

4. Who is more likely to cry during movies and ask their partner to comfort them? 🎞️

JJ...but only if it’s just him and Maribel. The guy is so touch starved and always wants to be near Maribel. If they watch a sad movie he needs her to at least hold his hand. 

5. Who is more likely to use their significant other's toothbrush? 🪥

I see JJ doing this and when Maribel asks why he’d be like, “Sunshine we’re not kissing anyone else. So why should it matter?” And then he proceeds to brush his teeth with her toothbrush. 

6. Who is more likely to take their partner's hand and placing it on their head, wordlessly telling them that they want them to play with their hair? 🥺

Stan. 

Steve.

Randy.

JJ.

Marko.

Eddie.

7. Who is more likely to show an excessive amount of PDA? 💋

Psh, this is easy to answer. 

Marko, JJ, and Eddie.

8. Who is more likely to enjoy quiet and relaxing evenings with their partner? 🤫

Randy. Even though it’s fun going out for dates he will always love staying at home and watching movies with Scarlett. 

The same with Stan and Gwen. Stan loves being able to stay at home with Gwen and working on a puzzle together or just cuddling on their couch. 

9. Who is more likely to get jealous over the most illogical things? 💚

Jerome. He gets jealous super easily. Marko does too. Followed by JJ and then Eddie. 

10. Who is more likely to offer to give their partner a ride, because they might not be the best driver? 🚗

Randy. He loves Scarlett enough to be honest about her driving skills. 

11. Who is more likely to track their partner? 🕵️‍♂️

Randy. But listen Scarlett does the same with him. It’s something they’ve agreed to do because of all the shit they’ve gone through. And it would be done through their phones. 

Also Jerome with Winifred. His reasoning is because he’s obsessed with her. 

I don’t think I have to include Marko and Eddie do I? I mean they’re vampires....okay maybe I will include them. 

12. Who is more likely to make teasing remarks about their significant other's height difference? 📏

JJ. He loves poking fun at Maribel for being so short. He loves being taller than her. 

13. Who is more likely to demand for regular date nights? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Demand more? Marko with Cheryl and Eddie with Alexandra. 

14. Who is more likely to be very serious about anniversaries? 📅

Randy. He likes making the day Scarlett and him got married really special. And Stan with Gwen. Like you already know Stan will go all out for Gwen. 

Also in Dimensions Of The Heart I see Steve planning a romantic dinner for Gwen to celebrate how long they’d been dating. 

15. Who is more likely to have a dedicated folder on their phone that is full of their favorite pictures of their partner? 📁

Stan. He’d have a bunch of photos of Gwen and him. I also think JJ would too with Maribel. You know he’d post a bunch of pictures of them together on his Insta.  

16. Who is more likely to kill with no hesitation for their partner? 🔪

Jerome. Someone gives Winifred the stink eye? BYE. 

17. Who is more likely to be pouty in the morning because they had a dream that their partner cheated on them and they still didn't apologise for cheating on them in their dream? 😂

JJ. Even though it’s a dream, and Maribel assures him she’d never do that, he’d still pout throughout the day.

18. Who is more likely to have a dance battle with their significant other? 💃🕺

JJ. 

19. Who is more likely to watch their love interest sleep for an extended period of time? 👀

Three people come into mind.

Jerome, Marko, and Eddie. 

Jerome...because he’s Jerome. Anything Winifred does is fascinating to him, including sleeping. 

Marko and Eddie because they’re both vampires, so it’s like required. In fact at this point in Beauty Has Her Way Marko has already watched Cheryl sleep.  

20. Who is more likely to make doctor appointments for their significant other, because they hate making phone appointments? 📞

I immediately think Randy because I totally see Scarlett as the type to be stubborn and not want to admit she's sick. And also because she doesn't like calling the doctor. She’s like every introvert I know.