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summ6rbummer · 1 year ago

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patrick hocksetter x female bully victim

ASKFJSKDJHSLA BLESS YOU FOR GIVING ME SOMETHING TO WRITE ILY (PSA) if you like any of my work, pls pls pls request something!! i love writing these!

okay i got this in the bag. im not gonna use a lot of descriptive terms for the girl in this because i didnt get a lot of input WHICH is not a problem but i dont wanna make this unfit for the requester (or anyone frls) anywayss basically the reader in this is has been targeted for quite a few years, starting in elementary with bowers and hocksetter, then in middle school with huggins and criss. i also wasnt sure if this was supposed to be a ship or romantic or not butt im making it a little bit. but not a lot. im gonna js start writing now i hope you enjoy!! also this might be a little long.

little one

patrick hocksetter x female! bully victim

(first person)

tw! stalking - lowkey sexual harassment - mentions of suicide-

first day of 5th grade, stepper elementary school derry Maine. my mom had picked an outfit for my first day, a pair of overalls and a little striped short sleeve with my boots and some ponytails. thinking back, that was an adorable outfit. yet the way i remember feeling when they ruined it was not.

i had that class with dumb and dumber themselves, patrick hocksetter and henry bowers. i didn't know much about them at the time, considering that 5th grade was the first year i had a class with either of them. id heard rumors about henry and some boys he was friends with being huge bullies and to steer clear of them, so when i walked into that classroom on the first day and saw them sitting in the back corner, warning signs flashed in my peripherals.

id always been an anxious kid, hell my parents bothered me about it every chance they could get. anyways, i was already having stomach quivers about starting school, and now i was in the same class as them. of course, as i was trying to lay low, the teacher decided to put me at the table in front of them. i could just feel the terrible intent radiating off of the boys behind me, through the icebreaker games, through math, reading, science, and even recess. recess was where i met my best friend, Emma. she was in the other fifth grade class, with the other two boys, reggie and victor? i think that was his name. she told me all about the things people say about the group.

especially patrick. they say he killed his younger brother with a pillow when he was five. im still shocked to this day about that. but i remember going back to class after that and feeling oddly cold sitting down in front of that boy. throughout the rest of class, i was slowly preparing myself to ask the teacher to move my seat. so when the dismissal bell rang, i waited for the rest of the students to leave, including patrick and henry, to go to the teacher and tug on her sleeve to ask her to move my seat.

the next day, she sat me across the room, next to a boy named jonathan. i was feeling much better about that class, until about halfway through lunch. i was sitting with Emma and Jonathan, chatting about our highscores in dig dug. out of nowhere, it got extremely quiet in the lunchroom. i stopped talking and carefully looked around, before realizing everyone was looking at our table. my blood ran cold as i realized Emma was staring at something directly behind me, dead eyes and mouth agape.

slowly i turned around, only to be met eye to eye by patrick hocksetter. he had a sca smile on holding a balloon filled with something and a thumbtack. before i could even ask what he wanted, he stabbed the balloon directly above my head, letting bright blue liquid splash over my hair, and down my face and clothes. he erupted into laughter, followed by the rest of the boys, followed by scattered giggles across the lunchroom. i coughed in shock, blinking, before the burning sensation set into my eyes. i started crying, and my throat was closing at the smell and my coughing. through my blue blurred eyes, i stumbled up, shoved through the four boys and the rest of the laughing lunchroom and ran out to the bathroom. before i could even make it there, a hand grabbed the back of my shirt.

henry had pulled me out of the bathroom doorway, and now i was surrounded by the boys.

'hopefully that'll teach your stupid fucking girl brain not to snitch to the teacher about us." i heard a voice sneer at me. i rubbed my eyes and watched through blurry vision as they turned and started walking back to the lunchroom. "but we aren't done with you SNITCH" i heard henry yell as i carefully stumbled into the bathroom.

and they decided they weren't done with me. not for the rest of the year, not for the year of 6th grade, or 7th grade, or 8th, or oven freshman year. and each year they got more and more creative. it evolved from shoving me on the playground, to snipping off pieces of my hair when i wasn't paying attention, then when i hit puberty, showing off my bled-through gym shorts, catcalling me in the hallways, and snapping my bra straps. leaving threatening notes in my locker, as well as dead flies, yknow, the usual.

eventually, i got used to the humiliation, but i was extremely surprised that it all came from me just asking to move my seat in fifth grade.

now its sophomore year, and its gotten worse yet better. im only really targeted by patrick and henry, the other two are really just in for the ride. belch, as they call him, is actually kinda nice to me. we have social studies together. i let him borrow a pencil one time and give him homework answers and in return, he kinda started being nice to me. patrick on the other hand was treating me exactly the same. stalking me through the hallways, following me home, leaving me threatening notes, boring his eyes into the back of my head in class, carving his initials into my windowsill....

but it seems like hes become more obsessed than hateful. one time i found a list of my backpack contents inside my pocket. and half the time i dont even know how he finds out some things. its kinda scary. whos fucking kidding its terrifying. and im so fucking tired of it.

he terrorizes me. i sprint home everyday so he cant catch up to me. sometimes they all take belchs car and i hear the engine rapidly approaching me. all these things build up over the days and weeks, and it makes me feel like im genuinely going insane. i have panic attacks on my way to school, i flinch at people trying to hug me, i just live under the freakishly tall shadow of patrick hocksetter. i wonder how he can be so messed up when we're only fifteen.

anyways, back to present day, biology class. which i coincidentally have with both bowers and patrick. lucky me. i sat two desks up and diagonal from both of them, each on either side. it was the second to last month of school, and we were finishing our human anatomy unit.

i was zoned out, listening to the droning, buzzing sound of our teacher's voice. at the feeling of a crumpled ball of paper hitting my shoe, i came back down to earth, glancing over my shoulder at patrick, who had a grin on his face. i slowly reached down and picked up the crumpled note, opening it and reading it.

'you n me behind the school, 3;30. if youre late, pray you're fast enough to get home before i do. which you wont be. thanks little one.'

i let out a shaky sigh when i finished reading the note. then crumpled it back up and shoved a half assed thumbs up under my arm at him so i didnt have to turn around and look at his face.

my hands got clammy as people started to pack up their backpacks, and i felt myself getting a headache as the bell rang and students filed out of the school. patrick and henry sauntered past me, and patrick let his fingers slideeee across the surface of my desk.. like a warning. jesus.

i took a deep breath, preparing myself for what i had in mind about putting a stop to this shit. i held my pen in my hand, in case i needed to use it as a shank.

as i rounded the corner to the back of the school, i saw patrick leaning against a tree, twirling a stick in his fingers. i cleared my throat and anxiously kept walking towards him. he watched me walk halfway towards him, then he pushed himself off the tree and walked to stand uncomfortably close to me.

'what do you want patrick.. '

he scoffed and started walking around me. 'what do i want? well theres a lot of things i want from you.. if youre offering-' he chuckled near my ear, and i could feel him twirling a piece of my hair in his fingers.

i think that was the moment he drove me crazy. i elbowed him in the ribs and spun around, backing away. i could tell i was gonna cry, either out of anger or fear, but there were tears pooling in my eyes.

'im fucking done. what do WANT from me?? I have done NOTHING to deserve this, and yet you still humiliate me, and terrorize me every day. is this really about fifth grade?? because i feel like thats been repaid for a good four years. what do you get from this? do you get off on making my life miserable like some weird perv?? GOD hocksetter im done! im fucking finished! ill have to kill myself before you'll let me live!' i cried, pacing and screaming at him.

i stopped to catch my breath. he looked shocked for a slight second, and then his face went back its natural smirk. he paced towards me, grabbing my face with his hand, squishing my face.

'you sweet little thing. it is repaid. its been repaid for a while. you just intrigue me so much.. i couldn't possibly stop humiliating you.. you're too infatuating.' he stared at every detail of my face, almost mapping it, before he shoved my face away from his hand. he went right back to circling me again.

'yknow.. it was never really about scaring you. i mean of course i enjoyed that part, you're absolutely hilarious to terrorize.'

i almost laughed in disbelief. ive been going through this all for his shits and giggles. what the fuck is wrong with him.

'it really started wayyyy before fifth grade. it was probably around third grade that i noticed you. i think it was when you were in the school concert... i realized how much you stuck out from all the other kids you were singing with.. and i just became infatuated. i think youre real. like me.'

what the fuck is he talking about?? real? of course im real.. what is going on?

he was walking towards me again, and i stumbled a few steps back until my back hit the hot brick wall and i felt suffocated when i realized.

im afraid of you.

'i dont want to be afraid of you anymore. please. patrick please stop doing this to me.' i pleaded, willing the tears back.

he leaned in closer, if possible, pressing me against the wall. i felt him inhale against my scalp, and for a minute, i felt the wind stop blowing and the birds stop chirping, and i could only feel my heartbeat in my ears and could only smell the sweat and bodyspray that came off of him.

then he backed up, pulled his hands off my shoulders, and stepped away. "go. im not done, but you're done being terrorized."

i shuddered. praying he wasn't lying. i slowly turned my back and started walking away, when i heard him call after me.

'hey. just so you know, youre mine. so youre safe for now. but youre still mine. some things are staying the same. go home.'

i turned around again and started walking home, going over what had just happened. on repeat again and again. what did he mean? im real? of course im real..

what the fuck just happened.

ok so i think that was good.. and im done now so thank you sunshine!

-junie

#patrick hocksetter #it2017 #bowers gang #pennywise #derry maine #losers club #belch huggins #henry bowers #victor criss #it 2019 #it #the losers club

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bitches-who-write · 3 years ago

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This felt appropriate.

#headcanons #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #imagines #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #victor criss x reader #belch huggins #preferences #bill and ted #followers #bowers gang headcanons #bowers gang #it fandom #it movie #it 2017

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1-800-amortentia · 4 years ago

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teen romance (sirius black x reader)

summary: sirius talks with y/n. (marauders era)

word count: 1k

genre: angsty ass smut enjoy u pervs!1!1

a/n: ib a random patrick hocksetter imagine i read lol.

masterlist!

“ go away” i mumbled at siruis as he followed me towards the gryffindor common room. i had been avoiding him for about a week, and he was quick to notice.

“no, i want to talk to you.” he replied, quickening his pace. i stopped walking and turned around as the stair case we walked on started to move.

“well, i dont want to talk to you-”

“why not.” he asked, stepping up a stair, and looking down at me. i sighed, slowly beginning to walk up the stairs again once we started moving again.

“love where are you going?”

“my dorm.” i said, before saying the password and quickly walking through the portrait hole and into the completely empty common room.

“but i haven’t gone down on you yet.” he says. i can hear the smirk in his voice. i scoff, turning around.

“it’s not like you don’t have other options.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“just saying you regularly have sex with multiple other people besides me.” i say, turning around to face him, looking up, since he was at least 6 inches taller than me. his deep grey eyes meet my e/c orbs that are now glossed over.

“listen-”

“no. now will you please leave.” i say. he gently grabs my jaw, kissing my lips. i feel my knees go weak as he brings his other hand around my waist.

“s-siruis.” i whisper as his lips go farther down my neck.

“you love me, y/n. admit it.” he mumbles, sticking his hand up my skirt, meeting the hem of my panties.

“stop” i say sternly, pushing him away from me. he obliges, stepping back slightly. he caresses my cheek with his thumb.

“what?” i ask him as he stares deeper into my eyes. he smirks, placing his arm against the cold stone wall behind me. i can smell his cologne. a deep amber and wood smell.

“just thinking about how beautiful you look riding me” he whispers. my breath hitches. i roll my eyes, stepping away from him. he grabs my wrist quickly.

“let...let go siruis.” i say. his grip gets tighter.

“no love. im tired of watching you walk away and get your heart broken”

“then stop breaking it” i say, pulling my wrist away. he sighs, running a hand threw his hair.

“i’m not! you’re doing it to yourself by giving yourself to other guys who dont love you the way i do. this is the last time i’m letting you go y/n.” siruis says, pulling me back into his chest. he presses his lips back into mine, picking me up and gently pressing me against the wall.

“how do i make you feel love? huh? everytime i kiss you, or when i fuck you?” he asks. i stare at him.

“it feels good” i mumble.

“exactly, so why do you hang around asshole guys who will never be able to make you feel as good as i will?” he asks. i feel my heart drop.

“b-because they distract me from how hard it is to to not be with you.” i whisper. he looks at me for a minute.

“then why not be together?”

“because you hurt me siruis! it’s so easy for you to stand here, look me in the eyes and lie to me.” siruis clenches his jaw.

“lily told me about maggie. how you kicked james out of your dorm and she sucked you off” you said.

“but i wouldnt have lied if you asked me i would’ve told you the truth.” he says, his voice cracking, meaning he was about to cry. which never ever happened. the only other time you saw him cry was when he stopped seeing his parents and he spent christmas alone.

“okay maybe you didn’t lie but it still hurt sirius. you still hurt me” i whisper.

“i know” he mumbles. he bends back down, reconnecting our lips.

“god you drive me insane, y/n” he groans, setting his hands on my thighs. i moan as he connects his lips to my jaw, making my knees.

“siruis...” i moan. he sucks hard on my sweet spot.

“do you love me?” he asks, still working at my neck. do i? yes, i do. more than anything.

“y-yes” i whimper. he picks me up, setting my legs against his hips as he countines sucking and kissing my neck.

“say it. tell me how much you love me doll” he mumbles.

“sirius i love you so much, god please.....” i moan as he moves from my neck to my chest.

“i know what i do how i drive you crazy and make you all hot and bothered in class” he says, dragging his hand towards my heat as i blush. he slowly slips his middle finger into me, flicking it up and down. my breathing quickly fastened, my head falling into his neck as he pins me harder against the wall.

“i know you think about me all the time. when you’re with lily, or in class, or showering or eating. you can never get me to leave that pretty little head of yours.” he says, speeding up his fingers. i moan in response, making him smile.

“you’re so pretty” he whispers. i gasp as he goes faster, if that was even possible.

“i-im close” i whimpered.

“let go for me” he whispers into my ear, my head still set in his neck. i oblige, feeling myself finish through a series of whimpers and groans. my breathing is still heavy as siruis lifts my chin revealing my pink tinted face with his clean hand. he wipes his finger on his pants.

“you’re so beautiful love.” he whispers. i smile as he kisses my cheek.

“i love you so much” he whispers, kissing my other cheek, then my forehead, and finally my lips.

“i love you too” i whisper.

“so what are we now?” he asks. i pretend to think for a moment.

“boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“nah love, you’re my wife now” he says, setting me down on my feet, lacing our hands together as we walk out of the common room to find our friends.

#siruis black #siruis black smut #siruis black x reader #marauders x reader #remus lupin #harry potter #lily potter #james potter #young sirius imagine #siruis black imagine

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may85 · 5 years ago

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Prompt(s): 12. "They better hope I never get my hands on them. They won't like what happens if I do." ANGST 12. "It's scary how much I love you," FLUFF

Pairing: Ben Hanscom x Reader

Movie: IT: Chapter 2

Word Count: 1680

Warnings: Assault, cussing, insecurities after an attack, fluff

With a great sigh, I flipped the sign to Closed and locked the door as I left my bakery and ice cream parlor, Downtown Derry Treats.

It had been a long and stressful week with the Derry Festival and carnival happening. I was left short staffed due to the teenagers that normally worked for me wanting to go out with their friends and have a good time.

I understood, having been there myself, but I was beyond ready to go home to my husband, Ben Hanscom.

Speaking of which, I pulled out my cell phone and sent him a quick text, letting him know that I was on my way home. Normally he'd pick me up, but I had so many orders that I had to finish, that I didn't want to disturb him.

Ben had returned earlier in the day from the next county over, making sure that his new building was being built properly and that job was proving to be stressful, so I knew he'd be in bed.

Hurry home, pretty lady.

His reply said, making me smile.

I could hear the screams and laughter of the people from the carnival a few blocks over. The streets were practically deserted, only a few stragglers going to their cars around, so it made me jump when I heard catcalls and wolf whistles from behind me.

I glanced back, tightening my grip on my keys when I saw that it was Henry Bowers and Patrick Hocksetter. They laughed when I turned back around and picked up my pace.

"You think fat boy knows how to take care of that?" Bowers said.

I moved quicker, hearing how close they were.

"Naw, no way man," Hocksetter laughed.

I felt an arm circle my shoulders and smelt the alcohol on Bowers breath.

"C'mon pretty lady! Don't be so shy!"

I jerked from his grasp, "Leave me alone Henry,"

I walked backwards, then turned and started to run.

Henry laughed, "Let's get her,"

I tried to scream, but Henry's grimy hand covered my mouth, while his other wrapped around my torso and started to drag me into the nearest alley.

My breath was knocked from me as he slammed me against the brick wall.

"Stop," I gasped.

"C'mon Y/N… why won't you give me a chance?" He asked.

Hocksetter stood at the end of the alley as a lookout.

Henry had been delusional about us since we were teenagers. When we were toddlers, our parents had made playdates for us, but something changed in Henry around seven years old. He became mean and down right belligerent.

His dad was murdered when he was 13 and it went unsolved, but the sheriff's department knew that it was Henry; they just never had enough evidence to charge him.

I took deep breaths and tried to stay calm, "Henry, I'm married to Ben. I need to go,"

He pushed me back as soon as I tried to move. With quick movements for someone as completely trashed as he was, he flipped out his precious knife and drug it down my cheek.

That was also the same knife that he used so many summer's ago to carve his name into Ben's stomach.

"Gimmie a chance, Y/N,"

Henry's gaze was crazed and I knew that what was about to happen, would stay with me for the rest of my life.

I looked up, telling Ben that I loved him in my mind before looking straight at Henry. I leaned in close, "Fuck off Bowers!"

His lip curled and he hauled off, slapping me hard enough across the face that I felt my lip split and tasted blood.

"Henry, man! What the hell!?" Hocksetter yelled.

I moaned as Henry rolled me over and weakly tried to push away his hands as they pulled up my shirt.

"I'm gonna fuckin' finish what I started, that's what!"

I screamed as I felt the blade of his knife dig into my stomach. It wasn't long after the second letter that I passed out.

°°°°°°

It was annoying beeping that had me stirring. I groaned, squeezing my hands into fists and feeling a stinging pull of a needle in my hand.

I smelt Ben's cologne before I heard him and the beeping calmed slightly.

"Y/N, sweetheart," I felt his hand run through my hair and rest above my head, "Open your eyes for me, pretty lady,"

My eyes shot open and a gasp left me as I sat up too quickly. The beeping went faster as Ben tried to diffuse my panic

"Woah, woah, calm down Y/N. You're fine, you're safe,"

"B-B-Bowers," I stuttered, watching with wide eyes as the doctor came into my room.

"Mrs Hanscom, you need to calm down," the doctor said, filling a syringe then injecting it into my IV.

Whatever he'd given me, worked within seconds and I'd nearly fallen asleep, but I fought the drowsiness as best as I could.

"Just give her some time. Don't rush this," A female said.

"They better hope I never get my hands on them. They won't like what happens if I do," I could feel the wrath that Ben was ready to unleash as he said those words.

"Yeah, man. Those fuckers deserve anything they get comin' to them,"

My eyes felt heavier, but I smiled when I realized that those talking to Ben were our best friends.

°°°°°°

Some time later, I woke to Ben holding my hand and caressing my arm with his other.

"Ben,"

He stood, smiling, "Hey, Beautiful,"

I smacked my lips, trying to get some moisture back. My mouth tasted like disinfectant.

"Water?"

"Please,"

He let go of my hand and poured me a drink in a small styrofoam cup and put a straw in it. He brought it to my mouth, letting me take a few sips.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, placing the cup back on the side table.

"Sore. I want to go home," I croaked.

Ben leaned over and kissed my forehead, "I know, Baby, but they want to keep an eye on you overnight,"

With his gentleness, I began to tear up. He pulled back when I sniffled and cupped my cheeks, "Hey now… tell me what's wrong?"

"Fucking Bowers," I cursed, my throat closing up at his name.

"Do you remember what happened?" Ben took a seat next to my hip, mindful of all the wires.

I nodded, leaning into the warmthness of his palm. With gentleness that only could come from Ben, he wiped away a stray tear.

"He and Patrick were following me," I started, keeping my eyes closed, "whistling at me, but I thought that if I just ignored them, that they'd leave me be,"

I took a deep breath and grabbed Ben's hands, "I remember getting pulled into the alley and slammed against the wall… he said he wanted me to give him a chance… I told him to fuck off,"

I looked up at Ben and even though his brow was pinched tightly, he managed to smirk, "That's my girl,"

"I- It seems fuzzy after that,"

"Did he…?"

I shook my head knowing full well what he meant, "No… I don't think so,"

But my stomach felt tender and I could feel the pull of stitches. I placed a hand over my stomach gently and looked at Ben.

Knowing that Ben had been through a similar situation, he teared up and cleared his throat, "He ah- he was able to get a couple letters of his name before Patrick finally knocked him out and yelled for help,"

I felt anger that not only did I have to live with the memories of Henry's possessiveness, but he physically left a reminder of the night.

°°°°°°

Weeks had passed, the stitches had been out for a while now, but I was still left with the scars of Henry's carving.

It took me a few days, but with the help of my friends and my wonderful husband, I never let what Henry did get in my way of living.

I returned to work, and was even able to walk home by myself a few nights out of the week. Ben always insisted on either picking me up the remaining nights or walking with me.

The only problem that I ran into, was the insecurity that I felt being topless or naked in front of Ben. It was an out of sight, out of mind deal, but this particular day had me feeling down.

I stood in front of the full length mirror in our bedroom, in my underwear. I turned this way and that, clicking my tongue when I couldn't shake that drag me down feeling.

"You know something?" Ben's said, softly, leaning against the door way.

I watched him through the mirror as he came closer to me. His arms went around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder, "It's scary how much I love you,"

"Scary?" I asked.

"Hmmm mmm," his hummed, kissing my neck.

"Scary bad or scary good?"

"Scary good, Sweetheart," he replied, turning me around to face him.

His hands were warm on my back as he slowly ran his hands up and down, "You are amazing. I'm very lucky to have such a strong, beautiful woman by my side,"

I blushed, my own fingers just drawing meaningless patterns on his chest, "But the scar-"

"Does not define who you are," he said, dipping his head to look into my eyes.

I looked up into his eyes and saw the corners begin to crinkle as he smiled.

"I'm proud of you, Y/N. You're my everything and I will do anything in my power to help you see that,"

I felt Ben's words. His deep conviction touched me down to my soul and whatever apprehensive feelings I had left, vanished.

Standing on my toes, I pulled him down for a lingering kiss, "It scares me how much I love you, too,"

"My girl," he chuckled, lifting me so that I'd wrap my legs around his waist.

#jay ryan #ben hanscom x reader #it chapter 2 #may85 writes

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crowkingwrites · 6 years ago

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Complete Masterlist

Warning - Long Post

Love Letters

II MCU II

Loki: I Open Myself To You // My Sweet Girls // Tell Me A Lie // Apology // Daydreaming

Thor: I Am Coming

Bucky Barnes: I’m Wanted

II Game of Thrones II

Ramsay Bolton: You Beautiful Awful Thing // I Could Make You The Queen // Revenge

Robb Stark: Promise

II Westworld II

Logan: In My Head

Imagines

Jon Snow - Rainy Day , Bad Day, Blue Roses, Last Kiss

Ramsay Bolton - Virgin, Witch, Sword, Insult, Dogs, Death Threat, Gift, Ghost Hunting, Striking, 101 Dalmatians, ‘Dating Ramsay Bolton Would Include’, Miscarriage, Violent Video Games, Threat,

Robb Stark - Death Threat

Gendry Waters - Gossip

Theon Greyjoy - Drunk

Loki - Daughter, Arranged Marriage, Man Bun, Hide, Excuse, Exotic Dancer, First Kiss, Attention, Munchies, Eavesdropping, Thor Helping, Apology, Break Up, Lying, Password

Erik Killmonger - Heist

Tate Langdon - Panic Attack

Patrick Hocksetter - Goddess, Yandere, Threat, Soulmark Au,

Mabel and Dipper Pines - Meeting

MCU

Loki Laufeyson:

One shots:

Show Me

Not A Part of the Plan

Past the Point of No Return

The Polar Express (A Super Special Christmas One Shot)

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Conversation With Power

The Latveria Mission

I Knew They Would Love You

Forty Days

Embrace

Twenty Questions

Stormborn

I Missed You

Good Within Him

Baby Bump

The Set Up

I Carry Your Voice

Your Smile Is Infectious

LOKI NSFW ALPHABET (EAT ME, TUMBLR)

Series:

Return: Part One // Part Two // Part Three

The Godchild: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four , Chapter Five, Chapter Six , Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve

War Creatures:

Season One: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten

Season Two: Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve // Chapter Thirteen // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifteen// Chapter Sixteen // Chapter Seventeen // Chapter Eighteen // Chapter Nineteen // Chapter Twenty

Season Three: Chapter Twenty-One // Chapter Twenty-Two // Chapter Twenty-Three // Chapter Twenty-Four // Chapter Twenty-Five // Chapter Twenty Six // Chapter Twenty-Seven// Chapter Twenty-Eight // Chapter Twenty-Nine // Chapter Thirty

Season Four: Chapter Thirty-One, Chapter Thirty-Two - Chapter Thirty-Three, Chapter Thirty-Four, Chapter Thirty-Five

Game of Thrones

II Jon Snow II

One Shots:

What We Do in the Dark

Invisible (Part 2)

She Looked At Him

Staring

Run

They Deserved Each Other

Series:

The Coldest Kiss: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five

Underneath Our Armor: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Sand and Snow: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four

BONUS:

Heartbeat Language: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three

Special Author’s Note: Heartbeat Language is an unfinished series. One that the author has given up on.

II Ramsay Bolton II

One Shots:

I Want Everything

The Dreadfort // Happy Birthday, Babygirl // This Is Mine // Eternally Yours

Friday Night Thing & Friday Night Fever & Friday Night Boyfriend

Mr. Bolton (Part Two)

The Snow Was Falling When i Fell For You

Loving You Is A Bloodsport

Perfect Prom Night // Perfect After Party

The Bathmaiden

Foto Hera & Amortentia & Colloportus

Never Have I Ever

Seeing Double

Stay Close

Board Room Meeting

Me Against the Devil

Bad Fucking News

Friend

Yandere

I am not my Father, I am not my Brother

Cover Me

Taste the Flesh

Come on, Baby

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12 Days: Part One// Part Two // Part Three

Oh, It’s You: Part One // Part Two// Part Three

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Jon and Ramsay: Death Follows

Robb Stark: Promise

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Margaery Tyrell: Who I Kissed First

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darkestdesired · 6 years ago

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How to Date a Psycho PT.1

Summary: The reader is Richie Tozier’s big brother,but how will he react when a certain School Psychotic pervert takes an interest in him?

Warning:Smut,R18,Male x Male,Blowjobs,Anal,Patrick just being a perverted asshole,Obsession,Swearing.

Rumours spread around that the new kid was super badass and scary,and of course those rumours made it to the bowers gang.They decided to see it for themselves,they waited in the parking lot and looked around for someone that matched the description.Victor saw the new kid first,"Guys holy shit." The other boys looked at where victor was pointing.Across the school yard was the new kid,but what threw them off was,yes i was scary and intimidating looking,But i was giving Richie a piggy back ride while i walked with the losers club.Patrick's eyes widnened,'Mine' he thought."The fuck is the new kid doing with those losers?" Henry asked a passerby.The kid look terrified,"T-That's (Y/n) Tozier,Richie's older brother..h-he just got back from home schooling." Henry glared at me."So he's just a big pussy like his little brother." Henry scoffed and headed towards me as the other's followed."(Y/n) look out,bowers gang is coming over." I raised a brow at mike before setting Richie down."Kick his ass (Y/n)!" Richie yelled as i met henry halfway,the kids watched from behind."So you're the new kid?You don't look too scary to me." I smirked."Thanks? I must say,love the mullet,really adds to the 'I'm a dipshit' aura." Henry's eyes widened."The fuck did you say to me?!" Patrick licked his lips as he messed with Beverly's hair,i grabbed his arm and pushed it away while beverley hid behind Bill and mike"Don't touch her." Henry went to punch me but i grabbed his wrist and twisted him around before kicking him forward onto the ground face first.The other's stared at me wide eyed as Henry scurried to get up,"Don't just stand there! GET HIM!" He yelled.I smirked and glanced at the kids."Meet me at my car,i won't be long." Richie laughed as they all hurried to the parking lot.Belch tried to grab me from behind but i used him as leverage and leaned against him as i kicked Victor's chest.Patrick watched and stalked around me like a vulture as i punched belch and Henry.I felt him grab my waist,"That was so hot baby,look at all that blood on your pretty little fists." Patrick was a bit surprised when he saw the blush on my face."Aww,you like that baby,i can make you feel real good." I elbowed him in the stomach and slipped away."Thanks for the offer,maybe some other time,baby." Patrick held his stomach and licked his lips at me as i ran to my car where the kids were already piled in.They watched as we pulled off and drove away,"I'm gonna kill that piece of shit." Henry growled.Patrick stood up,"He's mine." Henry gave him a confused look not realizing what Patrick meant by ’mine’.Henry huffed "Whatever." before everyone headed to the car,Patrick licked some of my blood that ended up on my hand and grinned.”All mine.”

It was like this the next few weeks,Patrick would shamelessly flirt with me and touch me.I had enough of him thinking he could do that without any consequences,i was getting changed in what i thought was an empty locker room after gym when i felt a hand grab my ass."Damn,Your ass is so fat Tozier." I heard Patrick growl into my ear.I bit my lip,"Stop touching me CockSweater." Patrick chuckled and licked my shirtless body from the side of my neck to my cheek.I shivered from the sensation."Come on baby,i know you like it." I grabbed onto the locker as he began dry humping my ass.I tried to hold back a moan,"Y-You pervert.." Patrick left a few hickeys on my neck and back."You taste so good..it makes me wonder what-" he grabbed my bulge that was showing through my boxers."This tastes like.." I couldn't stop a moan that erupted."Mm,yea baby,moan for me." He slid his hand under my boxers and started pumping my dick."Why don't you let me have a taste baby,i promise i can make you feel so good." Against my better judgement i turned to him,he grinned and held my chin up to kiss me.I wrapped my arms around his neck as he led me down onto my back on a bench.He kissed his way down my stomach until he pulled my hard dick out of my boxers,he licked his lips before trailing kisses down my shaft.I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair,"Patrick.." He licked the tip,and without so much as a second thought, he slid my whole dick into his mouth.I moaned out in pleasure as he bobbed his head up and down,after a bit i came down his tight throat.Patrick swallowed and sat up before grabbing my thighs and pulling me towards him,he pulled off my boxers and wrapped my legs around him."I'm gonna fuck you real good baby,You'll be begging for more." I held onto his shoulders as he pulled out a bottle of lube,My eyes widened as he slipped a few lubed fingers into my whole.I covered my face with my hands as soon as i felt the tears rolled down my cheeks."Aww,It's okay baby,It'll feel good soon i promise." He pulled my hands away and licked my tears."You taste so good,I'm gonna get addicted to you." He growled and pulled his finger out,I felt my heart beat skip a beat when i saw him pull his dick out of his pants.He licked his lips and pressed the tip against my entrance,"Relax baby." I clenched my eyes shut as i felt him slide inside,He grunted and gritted his teeth."You're so tight and warm,I wanna stay in here forever." He leaned down and kissed me passionately."You're all mine (Y/n),No one will be able to take you away from me." He growled and licked my throat.He sat and pulled me up with him,I buried my head into his neck as he wrapped me in a tight hug,I bounced up and down,I initiated a kiss and ran my fingers through his hair. His thrusts became uneven and i knew he was close,i felt myself growing close as well."Let's cum together.." I whispered.He grinned and held me close,We both tensed up as I came onto our bare stomachs and he came inside of me. "fuck baby.." He said breathlessly.I rested my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my back gently,I fainted for a bit and when i woke up i was dressed and being carried outside.I slowly opened my eyes and noticed basically everyone was gone except for my brother,his friends,and the rest of the bowers gang.Richie's eyes widened and he screamed at Patrick,mike and bill struggled to hold him back."WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" Patrick smirked."I don't know what you're talkin’ about,He fainted in gym class so i offered to help him out." Nobody bought it,they could see the bite marks and hickeys on my neck.Henry smirked as he looked over at the losers club,"Looks like Patrick broke your brother." Richie tried to run at Henry but i spoke up weakly."Enough Richie." Richie stared at me in shock as Patrick set me down."But He-" i cut him off."You'll understand when you're older,now get your asses to the car Now!" Richie stared at me for a minute before storming off,the others followed after him.Patrick grinned,"Aw i think you hurt the little shits feelings."I shot him a glare."Stay the fuck away from me and my brother Hocksetter,or else i’ll be your worst nightmare.” I growled and went to walk away but Patrick grabbed my wrist. “I don’t think you understand baby,You’re mine.No matter what you do or where you go,you will always be mine.” He growled with a sick grin.I pulled my hand away and stormed off to my car,i slammed the door and sat there for a minute gripping the steering wheel.Eddie put a hand on my shoulder,”(Y/n)? Are you okay?” I took a deep breath before smiling at everyone,”Who wants ice-cream?”

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billyboisfangirlarmy · 6 years ago

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The Bowers Girl 3

Part 1

Part 2

Patrick x Reader

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“It’s not going to stay up! We’ve got to get more sticks.” Eddie says looking at our half-assed dam we’re making. “No! We need more rocks!” Richie complains. I turn around to see Bill in deep thought. “Don’t break your brain there.” He looks up coming out of his trance. “O-oh, I wasn’t.” “What are you thinking about? Is it Bev?” I wink making him blush. “No. I-I just thought… Maybe w-we can take a-a look i-i-in the Barrens?” Richie looks at him confused. “Why do you want to splash around in shitty water?” Bill looks up with sad eyes. “I ha-have a theory t-that Gorgeie might have e-ended up there. The st-storm drain ends in t-two paths.” Everyone stays silent.

“W-we don’t-” “Let’s go. Come on guys!” I grab Bills hand dragging him down to the opening of the Barrens. The big cement circle looking more scary up close. “Come on.” He speaks quick stepping in and walking in the hole. Richie shrugs and follows while Stan, Eddie, and I stay put outside.

“That's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy.” Stanley says pointing at different plants surrounding us. “Where? Where's the poison ivy?” I ask leaning in to see the plants. “No where, not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley.” Richie gushes from inside the pipe.

“Ok well I'm starting to get itchy now, and I'm pretty sure this is not good for me.” Eddie says getting panicked. “Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?” Richie asks. “Sometimes, yeah.”

“Then you probably have crabs.” “Ew Richie!” “That's so NOT funny.”

“Aren't you guys coming in?” Bill asks poking a stick through the water. “Uh Huh that's gray water.” Eddie identifies. “What the hell is gray water?” “It's basically piss and shit. So I'm just telling you…”

“You guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee.” Ben finishes off laughing at the situation. I roll my eyes going in with the other two boys.

As I walk over a board a white shoes pops up. “Guys!” I yell out interrupting the bickering. I grab Richie’s stick and pick up the shoe. “Shit. Don't tell me that's…” Stan says leading off the end.

“No. Georgie was wearing galoshes.” Bill says in a low voice. “Who's sneaker is it?” Richie asks. I look on the inside feeling my stomach drop. “It's Betty Ripsoms.”

“Shit! Shit, oh god, oh fuck. I don't like this.” Eddie yells out.

“How do you think Betty feels...Going around these tunnels with only one fucking shoe.” I turn to Richie narrowing my eyes at him.

“What if she's still here?” Stan asks leaving the ominous question in the air.

“We need to leave! My mom will have an aneurysm if she finds out we were playing down here. I'm serious.”

I look over to my friend and see him once again in deep thought. “Bill?” He looks up at me, then back at the shoe. “If I were 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 do not want to end up like… I don't want to go missing either.” Eddie states quickly. “He has a point.” Stan agrees shortly after.

“You too?” Bill asks in defeat. “It's summer...We're supposed to be having fun. This isn't funny.

This is scary and disgusting.”

Suddenly a kid washes up out of nowhere. A kid I’ve seen around the town. A kids my brother really hates. The homeschooled kid. He tries to stand, but falls limply. “Holy shit, what happened to you?” Richie asks going over to him.

He’s breathing heavy and he can barely stand. I hold his head up to look at me. His eyes are both beaten, nose bloody, and blood coming from his mouth as well. “Henry got him, and if he’s here they’re close. Get him into town and clean him up quick. If I’m caught by Henry I’m dead. What’s your name?” I ask the boy. He breathes heavily and makes eye contact with me. “Mike. My name is Mike.” I nod looking at the boys. “Take care of Mike. He’s one of us now.” I place my hand on his shoulder and smile at him in which he returns. “Welcome to the Losers Club homeschool.” Richie says lightening the mood.

“I’ll call you tonight to tell you what happened.” Eddie says all professional. “Thanks Eddie! Bye guys!”

I run through the woods passing another tunnel in the process, but unlike the other one this tunnel was filled with screams. Cried of terror from a man.

“Hello?” I ask loudly into the abyss. “Is anyone in here?” The screaming continues making my blood run cold. “Hello? My name is-” “(Y/N) HELP!” the voice screams out. I know that voice. “(Y/n) PLEASE!” I jet into the tunnel. “PATRICK?” I yell as I run through the water. “Where are you?”

“Help me!” His scream becomes closer as I round a corner and as I see the image in front of me I stop completely. Patrick is pinned down by… a clown? He’s ripping at his skin with razor sharp teeth. The same teeth in my dream. Or was it real?

“What the fuck!” I scream gaining the clown’s attention. His yellow glowing eyes meet mine and he becomes limp falling completely off Patrick and disappearing into the water. “Patrick.” I gasp rushing to him. I grab his face in my hands seeing he’s covered in blood. “Come on. Please, you’ve got to help me here.” I get him up and rush him out of the sewers, and into the daylight.

He lays down on the bank and steadies his breathing. “Are you okay?” Patrick looks at me with wide eyes. “Come here.” I walk over to him and by my surprise he pulls me to him completely holding me close. I struggle against him in confusion. “No, please. Please just… stay.” I stop struggling and go limp against him letting him wrap his arms around me. The cold creature showing he does have some sort of a heart.

We sit like this for about an hour. He just hold me in his arms calming his breath. I wiggle away far enough to see his face. He’s covered in blood and fear. “We should get back. You need to get home and clean up.” He says silent. “Patrick are you listening?” I ask grabbing his face. “It wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real. I didn’t…” He trails off looking at the ground. “Patrick I don’t know what that was, but I saw it too. It was real.” He stares at me in shock. He starts shaking his head frantickly. “No, no, no, no!”

I stand Patrick up and start walking away from our spot. We walk the way to my house, him muttering nonsense to himself about the encounter. We walk in the house and I see Henry passed out on the couch.

I lead Patrick to my room and then into my bathroom. He sits down on my toilet and allows me to clean off his face. I bend over to my bathtub and turn on the water. “Okay, get in.” I say gesturing to the shower. Patrick looks at me confused and still very dazed. “You need to shower. You actually smell like shit.” He huffs smirking slightly. “Wow thanks Bowers.” “Suck a cock Hocksetter.” I lean down to grab a towel form under my sink and when I stand up Patrick is shirtless.

I set the towel on the counter looking over his toned torso in the mirror. “Like what you see?” Patrick speaks breaking me from my trance. I scoff turning away from him. “Disgusted actually.”

I leave the small room and sneak into Henry’s grabbing some clothes for Patrick. As he showers I wait patiently on my bed for him to come out. The shower stops and it isn’t long before he walks out with the towel draped around his slim hips. “Here. these are Henry’s. I’ll wash your clothes so you can wear them tomorrow.” I push Henry's clothes into his arms and switching directions to grab his dirty ones.

Patrick POV:

I slip on the shirt, but the sweat pants seem to be too short so I simply wear the boxers. (Y/n) strides in without a word and goes to the bathroom after grabbing some clothes. The shower turns on and her voice is heard lightly singing a tune. I walk over to her dresser admiring the pictures set up. Her and Henry hugging on each other when they were younger. I trace the wood lining the opening of the drawer having my curiosity take over. I open the first drawer finding socks. Boring. The second I find her delicates. All silk or lace. (Y/n) Bowers. Who would’ve known she’d be such a naughty minx.

Her voice singing the sweetest notes she could reach pulls me in like a siren pulls sailors to death. I grasp the copper knob and silently twist opening the door way enough for my frame to slip through. Her voice continues letting out the smooth notes as if I wasn’t present. I walk closer to the shower curtain and peek through the small space between the curtain and the shower wall. The view of her skin fully on display. My breath catches in my throat and my actions play out faster than my thoughts.

I slide the curtain open revealing myself. (Y/n) shreeks attempting to cover her body, but I grasp her hands pulling them away calmly. I look at her in the eyes shaking my head. I place my hand upon her silky smooth cheek. “You’re beautiful.” I breath out looking down at her in amazement. Her breath in pants making her chest rise and fall quickly.

I look at her breaking my resistance. I lean in planting my lips on hers. She stands still for a few seconds until she wraps her hands around my neck and returns my actions. I pull her against me in a rush, disregarding the water soaking my shirt. I pull away leaving her breathless. She looks at me shocked as I simply exit the door.

(Y/n) POV:

Patrick closes the door leaving me in the running water alone. “What the fuck just happened?” I ask myself completely confused.

I turn the water off and step out looking at myself in the foggy mirror. Patrick Hockstetter just kissed me… while in the shower. What the fuck…

I slide my clothes over my body and take a deep breath before exiting the steamy room. I look over to see Patrick calmly laying down on my bed throwing one of my trinkets up in the air. I shuffle over to my beanbag and curl up with a blanket.

Patrick sits up and looks at me confused. “What are you doing?” “Um… I was planning on going to sleep.” I speak not looking at him. “In that? Don’t you want to sleep in the bed?” How can he be so calm? He’s acting like he didn’t just barge in on my shower and planted a rough one on me!

I shrug standing and making my way over to my bed. “I guess.” Patrick scoots over for me to slide into my covers. I lay down facing away from him. Nothing is said or done. We both just lay in silence. I feel his weight shift and soon after his lanky arms sneak around my waist pulling me flush against him. “Night (Y/n).” He whispers into my ear softly. “Goodnight Pats.” I smile softly enjoying the feel of someone else’s presence. Who would have ever thought it would be Patrick.

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skeletonscribbles · 7 years ago

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I Burn, I Pine, I Perish (Chapter 1)

10 Things I Hate About You, but Reddie? It’s more likely than you think.

Title: I Burn, I Pine, I Perish Pairings: Reddie, Benverly, Mike/Bill/Stan Rating: we’ll call it a cool T for now Chapter: "I Want You To Want Me” (Ben) Summary: Padua High School, 1999 “But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you; Not even close; Not even a little bit; Not even at all.” or: when no respectable gays will date Eddie “Shrew” Kaspbrak, other, less respectable gays are forced to come out of the woodwork.

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Ben Hanscom, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, was completely, totally, and utterly lost.

It was his first day at Padua High School, the public institution that the children of several of Maine’s small towns (including Ben’s new home, Derry) attended because said towns couldn’t afford to maintain their own high schools. It was also November, which meant that Ben was particularly conspicuous in that everyone else knew exactly where they were going, and he couldn’t even get it together well enough to find the guidance office.

He should be better at this by now. He was no stranger to transferring schools. His mother had been jumping from job to job since before he could remember, chasing higher paychecks and a better life, and that had meant that Ben’s adolescence was sort of a patchwork quilt of new schools and missed experiences. He’d never been in one place for long enough to really have friends, but that was okay. He knew that he’d get there eventually. For now, he was content with his mother, his cat, and his books.

No book in the world, though, could have prepared him for the enormity of Padua High School. This was the biggest school he’d ever attended, and so he reasoned that it was probably not the most embarrassing thing for him to be too turned around to find his counselor.

Still, he had a little time before the bell was set to ring. He could try.

“Um, excuse me,” he said timidly in the direction of a group of students, “I was wondering, um, if you could help…”

One of the students turned around, and Ben immediately realized that he’d made a mistake in choosing this clique to talk to. The boy he was looking at had rodent-like features, greasy, dark hair with frosted tips, and mean eyes. He sneered back at Ben, gaze dropping to the library copy of Harry Potter Ben had clutched to his chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, nerd?” The boy snatched Ben’s book out of his hand. “Wizards? That’s the gayest shit I’ve ever seen, and I have Eddie fucking Kaspbrak in my study hall.”

“You should set him up with this moonface,” another, taller boy jeered. “They could have wand practice together.”

“Shut up, Patrick. No one wants to hear about your fag fantasies.” A third boy shoved the second boy into the lockers. “And Henry, make this quick. We don’t want to be caught talking to trash for any longer than we have to.”

“Can I have my book back?” Ben tried, knowing full well that asking wouldn’t work.

Henry (of the rodent face and frosted tips) dangled the book in front of Ben’s face. “Oh, yeah, I’m just gonna let you leave with this dumb book. NOT.” He pulled the book back before Ben could grab it. “Do my homework for the rest of the year and you can have it.”

Oh, hell no. Ben wasn’t going to get himself stuck with a chump punishment on the first day.

“Give me my book,” he insisted, holding out his hand.

“Are you deaf?” Henry said, speaking slowly and loudly.

“I heard what you said. No deal. I want my book.” Ben punctuated his demand by ripping the book out of Henry’s hands. Henry stumbled backwards.

The expression on the boys’ faces had turned murderous, and it occurred to Ben that he might have made a huge mistake.

“You’re dead, nerd trash,” Henry roared, reaching for something in his pocket.

“After school, you idiot.” The third boy, who seemed to be the group’s ringleader, threw a hand out in front of Henry. “You can’t get caught with a knife again or you’ll get expelled. Idiot.”

The bell rang, and Ben began to back away.

“You’re dead,” Henry repeated, before following his group down the hall. “Dead.”

Well, Ben thought, I’ve made worse first impressions.

“Hey, Harry Potter kid!” A voice called out from down the hallway. Ben turned around, half-expecting it to be Henry again with a fresh round of threats.

It wasn’t, thank God. It was a dark-skinned kid in an X-Files t-shirt. Ben eyed him suspiciously.

“Me?” Ben asked carefully.

“Yeah.” The guy caught up with Ben and clapped him on the shoulder. Two other kids were now approaching from the end of the hallway. Ben feared the worst.

“What do you want?” Ben gripped his book tightly. “You can’t have this, it’s from the library.”

“Want?” The dark skinned kid laughed. “No, buddy, we just wanted to tell you that what you just did was freaking awesome.”

“Oh” Ben blinked. “It was?”

“Yes.” One of the other two boys stepped forward. He was dressed in a style that could really only be described as business-casual, and Ben thought he looked kind of funny next to the kid in the X-Files t-shirt, in an Odd Couple sort of way. “You just stood up to Padua’s biggest and meanest pack of idiot bullies.”

“They’ve been after us for yuh-years,” the third boy chimed in. Ben hadn’t noticed him, really, until he spoke, but once his attention had been called to the boy, Ben didn’t feel like he could focus anywhere else. There was something incredibly compelling about this quiet redhead, somehow. “Huh-how’d you do it?”

Ben shrugged. “I don’t really know. It’s my first day - I guess I just didn’t want them to mess that up.”

The other three exchanged delighted looks.

“First day,” beamed the dark-skinned boy, “that means you’re our tour for first period! Awesome. “Mike Hanlon, at your service.” He stuck out his hand for Ben to shake. Ben took it gratefully.

“Ben Hanscom.”

“Buh-Ben,” the redheaded kid smiled. “Nice. I’m Buh-Bill Denbrough.”

“And I’m Stanley Uris,” finished the business-casual boy, “but you can call me Stan. Pleasure to meet you, Ben Hanscom.”

“We’ll take you up to guidance, if that’s cool,” Mike offered. “It’s kind of impossible to find, otherwise. Mr. Keene keeps himself tucked away at the back of the school so that kids don’t bother him.”

“He’s wuh-writing a p-p-porn novel,” Bill volunteered helpfully. (Ben did not find this information helpful, but he appreciated the thought.)

“Thanks?” Ben said tentatively, looking between the three boys. “I appreciate…I mean, schools usually send me off with some weirdo from AV club, so.”

Mike covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, and Stan shoved his hands into his pockets, embarrassed.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with AV club!” Ben corrected hastily. “But…y’know what I’m saying. Right?”

“We know, yes,” Stan muttered, still a little red around the ears. “It’s one thing to be a geek, and another to talk incessantly about it.”

Ben nodded, relieved that they’d followed his train of thought. Mike was still laughing.

“Oh, man!” Mike wiped his eyes. “This guy’s got your number and he doesn’t even know you, Stan, holy cow…”

“We can’t all be on the football team, Michael,” Stan snapped.

“Let’s guh-go see Keene,” Bill insisted. “We’re l-late.”

Ben followed his new acquaintances up two flights of stairs and down a narrow hallway to the guidance office. He felt strangely comfortable in conversation with them, especially when Mike, a fellow Harry Potter fan, switched the subject to Hogwarts Houses.

He wondered if this was what people with friends felt like every day. If so, he couldn’t wait to have friends.

The 12th grade guidance counselor, Mr. Keene, was waiting for them when they reached his office. He was pretty average in appearance, as stocky, thin-haired middle aged men went, but there was something about his countenance that Ben felt deeply unsettled by. He couldn’t put a finger on exactly what that was, though.

“Hanscom?” Keene asked, pushing his glasses up his nose to read the schedule in his hand.

Ben nodded, surreptitiously wiping his sweaty hands on the bottom of his plain red t-shirt.

“This is yours.” He handed Ben the schedule. “I see you’ve already met the three stooges; they’ll tell you where to go.”

Mike and Bill grinned from where they stood in the doorway. Stan scowled, adjusting the collar of his button-down shirt.

“That’s basically all I’ve got for you,” Mr. Keene continued. “Looks like you’ve been to a lot of schools, so you know the drill. Same little asswipe shit-for-brains everywhere.”

Ben swallowed. “Uh.”

“Now, if you boys would be so kind,” Mr. Keene dismissed them with a wave of his hand, “I have a novel to write.”

“We’ll leave you to it,” promised Stan, dragging Ben out by the arm.

Once they were out in the hallway, Mike and Bill collapsed into giggles.

“Cluh-classic Keene,” Bill sighed, putting his hand over his heart.

“You know, when you guys said ‘porn novel’ before, I was a little lost, but I get it now, definitely.” said Ben, looking over his schedule.

“Dude, let me see.” Mike held out a hand, and Ben passed over the piece of paper. “You’ve got English first. Stan, you’re in there, right? With Mr. King?”

“Yes.” Stan looked less than enthused. “With Mr. King, and Tom Rogan, and Patrick Hocksetter, and–”

“Tuh-touchy little Eddie Kuh-Kaspbrak, and fuh-fuh-fucking Richie Tozier.” Bill rolled his eyes. “We know, Stan. You only compluh-ain about it every d-day.”

“No Bowers though,” Mike asked quickly, “right?”

“No.” Stan huffed. “He’s in remedial English. Good thing, too.” He turned to Ben, fixing him with a serious look. “Rogan’s probably too self-absorbed to remember what you did this morning, and Hocksetter’s mind is an incomprehensible void, but Bowers will never forget, and will probably kill you as soon as he gets you alone.”

Oh. They were talking about the bullies from before. “Sounds like a really good time.”

“Anyway, you’ve got Spanish second period. I don’t think any of us are in that one,” Mike continued.

“Fuh-French,” Bill said, gesturing between himself and Stan.

“And I take Latin,” Mike said, “so Stan’ll walk you there, and then you’ll be on your own for a bit.”

“It’ll be luh-lunch after that, so juh-just follow the crowd,” Bill added.

“Are you ready to go?” Stan was looking at Ben again, and Ben couldn’t help but straighten up under his gaze.

“Sure.” Ben turned to Mike and Bill. “I’ll see you guys at lunch?”

“You know it.” Mike smiled, giving Ben a thumbs up. Bill nodded along.

“Great, wonderful, awesome, okay, let’s go.” Stan said exasperatedly. “I want to get this over with.”

Mike and Bill departed for their own classes, and Ben was left to follow Stan, who walked inhumanly fast.

“The library’s over here.” Stan gestured towards a large set of double-doors as he passed them. “AV meets there, and so do the Future MBAs…although I am not on speaking terms with them at the moment.”

“What happened?” asked Ben.

Stan scrunched up his face, obviously still upset. “They found out I owned Backstreet Boys apparel.”

Ben thought of all the New Kids on the Block stuff he had at home, and felt a sense of solidarity with Stan. “That’s it?”

“They’re a vindictive bunch,” Stan muttered. “I didn’t even buy the damn visor for myself. Mike got it for me as a joke. A joke,” he repeated, checking in with Ben to make sure he got the point.

Ben decided against bringing New Kids on the Block into the conversation.

“I’m sorry,” he said instead, “they sound like they suck.”

Stan pressed his lips together into a thin line. “They do suck. And they’ll pay for exiling me, certainly. I have plans.”

They walked quietly together for a moment. Ben wondered, idly, if Stan had ever killed a man.

“This is the cafeteria.” Stan finally broke the silence, and Ben let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

He didn’t hear anything else Stan said about the cafeteria, though, because at that moment, the most beautiful girl in the entire world walked by.

Ben had never really paid much attention to girls at his other high schools, partially because he knew that he wasn’t going to be around for very long, and partially because he’d never met a girl that was more interesting to him than a book. He knew intuitively that this girl was going to be the exception. She had ferocious red hair, freckles that wound in constellation patterns across her face and down her back, and the kind of green eyes that Ben imagined J.K. Rowling was thinking about when she described Harry Potter.

He couldn’t decide whether or not he wanted her to look at him. On the one hand, she was the most incredible person he’d ever laid eyes on in his life. On…well, on the same hand, he was absolutely terrified of her.

He’d stopped walking somewhere along the line, too caught up in the girl to notice that he was standing still in the middle of the hallway like an idiot. Stan noticed, though, and was not amused. He smacked Ben in the arm, effectively ending his reverie.

“No. No way.” Stan shook his head. “Terrible idea.”

“Who is she?” Ben asked faintly.

“Beverly Marsh,” Stan replied. “Sophomore. She’s a goddess among mortals, obviously, and like a goddess, she has very little interest in us lowly normal kids. You’re better off forgetting her.”

“How am I supposed to forget about her?” Ben wrung his hands. “Her hair…”

“Look, buddy.” Stan stared flatly at him. “Even if you figured out how to make her pay attention to you, you couldn’t take her out. It’s popular knowledge that she doesn’t date.”

“Why not?”

“Eddie Kaspbrak.”

“Who?”

“We’re here,” Stan said, pulling open a door at the end of the hallway and ushering Ben in to meet Mr. King.

Mr. King was a grey-haired, no-nonsense sort of fellow with a very stern face. He stopped speaking when Stan and Ben walked in, and looked over at them disinterestedly.

“New student, I presume,” he said in a bored drawl. “Mr. Uris, kindly do the honors.”

“This is Ben Hanscom,” Stan said, gesturing to Ben. A chorus of ‘hi, Ben’ rang through the room. “Be nice to him. Thanks.”

“Take the desks at the far side of the classroom, you two,” said Mr. King, “and let’s get back to Hemingway, shall we?”

Ben took his specified seat and looked around. A gangly, gawky kid near Stan was throwing paper clips in Stan’s direction.

“Stanthony!” The kid whispered, comically loud. “Stan! The! Man! Introduce me to the new kid!”

“No,” said Stan in a heavy monotone.

Unfortunately for Stan, this didn’t deter the kid; rather, it prompted him to instead lick his hand and reach out towards Stan’s desk. Stan recoiled immediately.

“Disgusting,” he hissed. The gawky boy giggled. “Ben, this is Richie Tozier. Don’t waste your time with him.”

“What’d I do to deserve that intro?” Richie squawked indignantly. Stan buried his face in his hands.

“Mr. Tozier,” called Mr. King.

“The office, yup.” Richie winked as he slid out of his seat. “Catch ya later, Ben Handsome.”

“Thanks?” Ben replied, unsure of whether or not he was supposed to feel flattered.

“Let’s proceed without distraction, please.” Mr. King sounded annoyed. “I’d like to hear thoughts on the relationship between Frederic and Katherine. Mr. Rogan, did we read the book this time?”

The ringleader of the group of bullies from earlier looked up with a lazy smile. Ben quietly moved to slide his Harry Potter book into his bag.

“I was proud of my boy Freddy for gettin’ some–” Tom began, but was almost immediately cut off.

“Alas, we did not, in fact, read the book this time.” Mr. King massaged his temples. “Someone else, then.”

“Well, it’s obvious that Hemingway hates women.” A small, sweet looking boy near the front of the classroom crossed his arms. Ben noticed with some interest that the boy was wearing a fanny pack.

“We don’t have to do this today, Mr. Kaspbrak.” Mr. King looked, for all intents and purposes, like a man ready to quit his job immediately, but that was the furthest thing from Ben’s mind in that moment.

Hadn’t Stan said the name Kaspbrak before…?

“I think we do, though,” continued Fanny Pack Kaspbrak. “Katherine’s whole mission is to get pregnant? Really? And then when she can’t deliver the baby, she just…dies? Like, okay, Ernest, is that really all that you think that women are good for -”

“That is all that women are good for, though,” said Tom Rogan suddenly, sitting up and staring at Fanny Pack. “You’d know that, too, if you weren’t the world’s faggiest little bitch.”

“Office. Both of you. Now.” Mr. King crossed to the door and pushed it open for them.

“What did I do?” Fanny Pack spluttered.

“Just go, Kaspbrak.” Mr. King sighed. Ben turned to look at Stan, who shrugged.

“That’s Eddie for you.”

Eddie.

Eddie Kaspbrak.

The reason Beverly Marsh didn’t date.

Ben put his head down on the desk, and hoped to God he wouldn’t have to buy a fanny pack to impress this girl.

—-

When lunch rolled around, Ben felt a little sick with nerves. Given the size of the school, it was unlikely that he’d run into either Henry Bowers or Beverly Marsh in the cafeteria, but he was equally nervous about both prospects.

Fortunately, Mike found him first.

“Ben!” Mike pushed through the throng of students. “Como se dice, dude, how was Spanish?”

“Good enough for me to confidently be able to say that you’re terrible at Spanish,” said Ben, a little numb from being jostled by the stream of students jockeying towards the cafeteria.

“Yeah, that’s true.” Mike shrugged amiably. “Any familiar faces?”

“Not really. No you, no Stan, no Bill…I guess the teacher did call for that Richie kid, but he didn’t show. I think he was still in the office.”

“He skips sometimes, too.” Mike looked back at Ben. “You buy your lunch?”

“Bring,” said Ben. “My mom likes to make it. Makes her feel useful.”

“That’s pretty cool of her - and a good thing, too. Padua food is crap.” Mike brought Ben around a large group of people and through the cafeteria doors Stan had pointed out earlier. “We all bring our lunches, too. I assume you’re hanging out?”

Ben suddenly felt warm. “With you, Bill, and Stan? That’s okay?”

“You bet, buddy.” Smiling, Mike led him to a table near the back of the room. “Here he is, boys!”

“You muh-made it!” Bill cheered. “How’s it been?”

Ben sat down, pulling his bag lunch out of his backpack, and thought back over the last two periods.

“Well, English was…interesting.”

“I told you that class was terrible.” Stan rolled his eyes.

“And then in Spanish, we…” but there was no way Ben was finishing that sentence, because he’d just seen Beverly Marsh across the room, carrying a tray of food and looking like a literal angel.

“Earth to Ben, come in, Ben,” called Mike. “Who’re you looking at?”

“Oh, right, he’s fallen in love with Beverly Marsh.” Stan shrugged and took a small bite of his sandwich.

Mike and Bill exchanged an astonished look.

“All right, all right!” Mike clapped him on the back, nodding appreciatively. “Dream big, buddy.”

“She’s really nuh-nice,” offered Bill, smiling kindly. “We were uh-in the school pluh-uh-ay together once.”

“Oh yeah! You kissed her! Nicely managed, my man.” Mike and Bill high-fived messily over the table.

“We’re just going to ignore her whole Eddie pact, then?” asked Stan, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, shit, I forgot.” Mike’s smile disappeared. “Man, she’s gonna be single for life.”

“Eddie pact?” Ben asked, trying not to sound desperate.

“It’s not huh-huge, really.” Bill shrugged, sipping a Capri Sun. “Eddie went through some kind of bad buh-buh-breakup a year or suh-so ago, and swore off d-dating. Buh-Bev’s his best f-f-friend, so she swore off d-dating too.”

“Until he dates.” Mike corrected. “Beverly will start dating again when Eddie starts dating again.”

“So all we have to do is set up Eddie Kaspbrak?” Ben grinned. “I think I can manage that.”

“Okay, no. Two things.” Stan folded his arms. “One, she still doesn’t know you exist. Two, you’re not going to find a date for Eddie.”

“Why not? I bet some of the girls think he’s cute,” said Ben, looking at Beverly again.

“Yeah, bud…he doesn’t swing for that team,” said Mike, scratching his head sheepishly, “so that limits your pool a lil’ bit. And then there’s the fact that he’s not known for being, you know, super nice.”

“The nicest name he gets called is Shrew,” Stan said bluntly. “No respectable gay is going to date the Shrew.”

Beverly had sat down at a table near the front of the room. The table’s only other occupant was Eddie Kaspbrak. They were conversing about something.

“What subjects does Beverly take?” Ben changed the subject.

“She’s in Fuh-French class,” offered Bill. “She’s not very guh-good.”

Ben’s face lit up. “That’s perfect!”

Bill, Stan, and Mike all squinted back at him, confused.

“So in order to be the girl of Ben Hanscom’s dreams,” Stan clarified, “you have to have red hair, bad taste in friends, and speak French poorly.”

“No, no.” Ben waved his hands in front of him. “No. I’ll tutor her in French. That can be my in.”

“I don’t think that’s as good of a plan as you think it is,” Mike warned, opening his water bottle.

“Why not?” Ben asked, indignant.

“You don’t take French.”

“I can learn.” Ben balled up his paper bag and tossed it towards the trashcan. Instead of going in, it hit one of the kids passing by. The kid turned around, fists clenched - and of course it was Henry Bowers, of all the hundreds of kids at Padua High, of fucking course.

“Run,” advised Bill, and they all grabbed their stuff and high-tailed it across the cafeteria, with a howling Henry in tow.

They finally lost him over by the football stadium bleachers.

“Why did we take you on again? You clearly have a death wish,” wheezed Stan, leaning up against one of the metal supports.

“Did someone say death wish?” A head of curly hair popped up from where it had been resting on the grass. Ben recognized Richie Tozier’s freckled face and stupid glasses, and stifled a laugh - so Richie had been skipping, after all. “Stan the Man!”

“Can I not have one moment of peace?” Stan groaned, banging his head against the support. “Can I not just be left alone?”

“The universe huh-hates you, Stan,” Bill agreed solemnly.

“It hates all of us today. Especially you, Hanscom, and your impossible French tutoring scheme.” Mike plopped down on the grass by Richie, and everyone else followed suit.

“French tutoring?” Richie asked, “like…french kissing, tutoring?”

“There’s not an ounce of romance in your entire body, is there?” Stan asked, folding his arms over his eyes.

“I don’t know about ounces,” Richie grinned, “but I have a couple of good inches, and I’ve been saving them for your mom.”

“I thought you were gay, Tozier,” Mike remarked, throwing a handful of grass in Richie’s direction.

“I mean, a little. Like Freddie Mercury.” Richie kept smiling, nonplussed. “I like both.”

A lightbulb went off in Ben’s head. He scooted over to Stan and started whispering.

“Remember earlier, when you said no respectable gay would date the Shrew?”

“Yes.” Stan rolled his eyes. “I stand by it.”

“What about gays that might be…less respectable?”

It took Stan a minute, but the lightbulb eventually went off for him, too. He looked at Ben, and then at Richie, and then down at his own hands, clearly thinking it over.

When Stan looked back up, Ben expected him to shoot the idea down immediately…but instead, he smiled, huge and terrible.

“Suddenly, I’m invested in your stupid crush, Ben Hanscom. That would be fucking hilarious. Let’s make it happen.”

#reddie #benverly #stanlon #stenbrough #is there a ship name for bill stan and mike #or even really bill and mike #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #stanley uris #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #reddie fic #it 2017 #stephen king it #10 things i hate about you #i cant stop writing AUs im a Fool #sk writes reddie

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... And Action! (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)

anonymous requested: Oi ! i really like ur writings and was wondering if you do bill skarsgard/pennywise stuff ? if you do can you write a oneshot where Y/N plays the older sister (like shes in her twenties or smth) of beverly and pennywise kills her ? but Bill Skarsgard (he plays Pennywise) has a thing for Y/N and really hopes to impress her but it kinda goes wrong in someway ? idek but it’s been a idea i’ve had for ages ! thankss !

Warnings: Spoilers -? Maybe? IT is a horror movie so, murder and choking. Also brief brief brief topics of vomit.

Word Count: 1880

A/N: I’m fully aware this is one shot is a bit bizarre and definitely a specific niche (not one that I share necessarily) but I feel like I need to preface this by saying this is simply just for fun. PSA Bev Marsh doesn’t have an older sister Y/N’s role is purely for this work

Ever since Y/N got the call telling her she, Y/N L/N, was to play the part of Laura Marsh, her stomach still hasn’t unfolded itself. It was still all balled up in the pit of her lower abdomen, like she could hurl at any time. It had been there through the three months of filming they had done and she concluded that it would probably never leave.

Her character didn’t play much of a part in the loser’s club, but Y/N’s character was given her own story in the film. She was Laura Marsh, the real town ‘slut’ even though she often used her little sister Bev as a scapegoat. She hung out with Patrick Hocksetter and Henry Bower, and was usually one of Bev and the loser’s tormentors. Laura was a bitch by all standards of convention, even Y/N could admit, which was her death scene was supposed to be simultaneously terrifying and reliving.

Y/N watched as the loser’s from her black chair as they played hand games and laughed together on the pavement. The blacktop was so hot! She thought, how the hell did they stand it? Y/N technically had only stopped being a kid three years ago (she was 21 now) but she still could never remember a time where she was so uncaring.

“Do ya’ know when they're gonna start already? Jesus lets just get on with the scene already!” The slightly squeaky voice of Nicholas Hamilton (Henry Bowers) abruptly asked beside her. Three months ago she would've jumped, but now she didn't even think about it. She heard a chair scraping against the ground and it groaned with the weight of Nick’s body. She turned and smiled at him, placing her thick and annotated script onto her lap. He was wearing an orange wife beater tanktop and Y/N could see redness on his shoulders beginning to form.

“Whoa I die in this scene! You want me gone that much, huh?” Y/N asked, feigning hurt as she chuckled lightly. It was the most unfortunate death for poor Laura Marsh, first she was kissed and then left by her boyfriend (which just so happened to be Henry Bowers) in the sewers of all places, then she was brutally ripped apart by a clown wearing his face. Y/N knew that the younger actor was anxious for his first on-screen make out (he had told her so time and time again) but she hoped the playful conversation would calm his nerves.

Y/N was nervous too but for a different reason entirely. She was an experience actress, she had crossed all the necessary rights of passage, yet she was so nervous. Y/N had talked to Bill Skarsgard twice and she couldn’t shake her stupid, girlish crush. She hardly knew the guy for fuck’s sake! She had wanted so much to come from this movie, It was her first big production movie, but now she was most certainly gonna screw up. How the hell could she pretend to be terrified of the guy when she was secretly thinking ‘I want you to rub my mouth on your mouth’?

“No! No!” Nick assured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not the death I’m looking forward to,” he whispered under his breath not so subtly. A few moments of hot silence followed before he reached over and grabbed the script from Y/N’s lap. He lazily fanned himself with it boyishly.

“You’ve got another coupla scenes after this so it’s not like you’re not going anywhere!” He joked as he tried in vain to cool himself off. His voice was shaking slightly and his laughs were constrained, like he wasn’t breathing in enough. Y/N cocked her eyebrow and waited for a few seconds before she made a lunge for her script. She, of course, missed it and hit her elbow on the wooden arm rest of his chair.

“C’mon why do you carry this thing anyhow? Everyone knows you memorized this thing cover to cover the instant you got it.” Nick teased stretching his arm away from Y/N as he peered at all of her highlights and somewhat embarrassing notes.

Y/N tried to crack a smile, but it was true, she did take it everywhere. How could she not? How else could she ensure she’d pull through? Besides was it so wrong for her to make sure everything went perfectly?

Nevertheless, she was beginning to suspect that Nick knew something that he shouldn’t, that sneaky little son of a bitch. She was about to reply with a typical snarky remark but she was interrupted by Andy (the director) shouting, “Y/N, Nick, and Bill - Scene 6 please!” Her heart sank as her body began to move without her brain’s consent. Nick had already jumped up and ran over to Andy enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Y/N’s thighs peeled up from her chair and she awkwardly waddled over to join them.

Andy took one glance at her before waving a makeup artist down and whispering in her ear. How ironic that this makeup artist looked like a scary clown herself, what with all that highlighter. The girl took a dry rag and began to dab Y/N’s face a bit, before she was pulled onto set by someone’s face she didn’t even get to see.

Nick grabbed Y/N’s hand and lightly guided her into position, awaiting Andy to shout “Action!” Y/N could still see the kids offscreen playing their hand games, but now one of them had begun throwing little balls of mud.

“Alright! Is everyone in position?!” Andy asked looking around as if he were waiting for someone to point out a problem. He nodding to the man holding the slate, before loudly shouting “AND ACTION!”

Nick immediately pushed Y/N’s hips up against the walls of the sewers and she giggled obnoxiously. His lips roughly greeted hers in a strained, but very teenager, kiss. The kiss lasted only for a couple of seconds before he pulled away and wiped his mouth, following the script to a tee.

“You’re getting better.” He commented rudely and went back to give her another kiss. But Y/N’s character, Laura pushed his chest back, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Henry?” Y/N made sure to smack her lips together, to cock her head, and roll her eyes.

“It means that I thought sluts like you were supposedta’ be good at kissin’. But I guess sluts aren’t really known for their kissin’ anyways.” Again, Nick went in for a kiss, but Y/N pushed him back and feigned disbelief.

Only open your mouth slightly, stop cocking your head, frown, stare, make your eyes water Y/N went through exactly what she had to do in the mirror time and time again, perfecting every part of her express- Crap, lower your chin and …. cry!

Nick glanced at her, though by now her character was balling. “You’re a fucking crazy bitch. You know that right? How much do you charge again?” He asked so sourly the words curdled in his mouth.

“Just get the fuck outta here!” Y/N yelled and she could see, out of her peripheral vision, Andy mouthing along to the words. Nick smirked evilly, before exiting the set and giving her an encouraging off screen thumbs up. Y/N slumped down and cried pathetically, just as it was written. But eventually she stood and stumbled around in the sewers, crying all the way. She could feel the presence of the camera over her shoulder as it followed her like a ghost. Abruptly, the sound of demonic laughter reverberated around the metal of the sewer hitting Y/N’s ears. Bill was too good at that. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Her character stopped walking and wiped her nose with the back of her cranberry colored sweatshirt.

A floating red balloon bobbed through the air as it came softly down to where Y/N was standing. It bobbed so peacefully (like the script had said), so her character tried to reach out to get it like a young child. Perhaps poor slut Laura Marsh needed comfort too, Y/N pondered.

“AND PENNYWISE GO!” Andy shouted, marking where CGI would be used to create a horrifying, deformed hell version of Bill’s beautiful face. Y/N jumped and let out a throaty, raspy scream, the same scream she was hired for. She felt cold hands on her sweatshirt before she saw Bill, but once she did she couldn’t help to scream again. It was nightmarish, with his enlarged forehead and pointed smile.

The clown pinned Y/N up against the wall, which would’ve actually choked her if it had not been for the slight incline that let her tiptoes hang on. She gasped and sputtered, still crying and struggling pathetically. “HO HO HEHEHE!” The clown laughed in her ear and the sound shocked her so much that Y/N lost her footing, her toes couldn’t get a grip on the wet floor of the sewer. Bill was already so much taller than her at 6’4” that in order to deliver the lines properly, he had begun brought her up to his face. She gripped tightly onto his gloved hands as she coughed and began to feel a bit light headed as he continued to laugh maniacally.

Just kill me already! Y/N painfully thought, she would hate to be the reason for the failed take. But Pennywise, or Bill, never seemed to talk fast enough and Y/N was really beginning to feel the effects as she tried desperately to gulp in air.

“I - I,” Wheeze. “C-c-can’t-t,” Wheeze.

Immediately like a switch had been pulled, she felt the pressure on her throat release as she fell to the ground into the disgusting water. She gulped in sweet air like she had never breathed before and Andy, god bless him, finally shouted “Cut!”

“Y/N! Are you alright!? I really didn’t mean to! I mean I thought maybe - but - I’m so sorry!” Pennywi- Bill shouted, helping her up by placing his hand on the small of her back. It was so odd hearing him be so gentle and polite while wearing such a terrifying costume. His eyes, which five seconds ago where full of such rage, now were softened and sad. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” Bill said exasperatedly and guided her over to where Andy sat, all the while she was still breathing in and out deeply.

“Y/N! Y/N! What happened!” Y/N heard the voices of the child actors as they ran over to inspect the situation.

“It was the heat you dufas!” One of the kids proclaimed obviously, as they patted her shoulder. But all Y/N could focus on was the sound of her heart beating as she panted heavily.

“I’m … fine guys.” Y/N confirmed as she rubbed her neck tenderly. Now that she finally had air in her lungs, the pain of where Bill’s fingers had wrapped around her throat set in.

“I’m so sorry,” Bill repeated as he tried to give her kindest smile he could, buck tooth, blood drenched and everything.

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crowkingwrites · 6 years ago

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CrowKing Complete Masterlist

Game of Thrones

Jon Snow - One Shots - What We Do in the Dark II Invisible (Part 2) II She Looked At Him II Staring II Run II They Deserved Each Other

Jon Snow - Series

The Coldest Kiss: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five

Underneath Our Armor: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Sand and Snow: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four

Heartbeat Language: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three

Special Author’s Note: Heartbeat Language has been on hiatus for a couple months now. I do plan to go back to it, but for right now it is what it is. :P

Ramsay Bolton - One Shots -

[ I Want Everything ]

[The Dreadfort, Happy Birthday, Babygirl ,This Is Mine, Eternally Yours]

[Friday Night Thing & Friday Night Fever & Friday Night Boyfriend]

[Mr. Bolton (Part Two) ]

[The Snow Was Falling When I Fell For You]

[Loving You Is A Bloodsport]

[ Perfect Prom Night // Perfect After Party]

[The Bathmaiden]

[Foto Hera & Amortentia & Colloportus]

[Never Have I Ever]

[Seeing Double]

[Stay Close]

[Board Room Meeting]

[Me Against the Devil]

[Bad Fucking News]

[Friend]

[Yandere]

[I am not my Father, I am not my Brother]

[Cover Me]

[Taste the Flesh]

[Come on, Baby]

[Lay All Your Love On Me]

[You Made Me]

[Ship It]

[Ramsay Bolton Dies in the End]

[To Be Touched Like That]

Ramsay Bolton - Series

The Five Senses: Scent // Sound

12 Days: Part One// Part Two // Part Three

Oh, It’s You: Part One // Part Two// Part Three

The Fucking Chili Girl Part One // Part Two // Part Three

Bang Bang!: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve // Chapter Thirteen // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifteen // Chapter Sixteen // Chapter Seventeen//Chapter Eighteen // Chapter Nineteen // Chapter Twenty // Chapter Twenty-One // Chapter Twenty-Two// Chapter Twenty-Three // Chapter Twenty-Four // Chapter Twenty-Five

Bang Bang!: Guilty Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine

Vicious: Prologue // Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five

WIP SERIES WORLDS APART

Gendry Waters: He’s Only Here for the Cake // Sword of the Sea Prologue

Margaery Tyrell: Who I Kissed First

Oberyn Martell: Entangled

Jon and Ramsay: Death Follows

Battle of the Bands: (Multi-Ship Series) Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader, Viserys Targaryen x Reader, Ramsay Bolton X Reader

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Loki Laufeyson - One Shots -

Show Me

Not A Part of the Plan

Past the Point of No Return

The Polar Express (A Super Special Christmas One Shot)

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Conversation With Power

The Latveria Mission

I Knew They Would Love You

Forty Days

Embrace

Twenty Questions

Stormborn

I Missed You

Good Within Him

Loki - Series -

Return: Part One // Part Two // Part Three

The Godchild: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight

War Creatures:

Season One: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten

Season Four: Chapter Thirty-One

Bucky Barnes: Ten Words

Natasha Romanoff: What She Wanted

Thor Odinson: Headcanon

Other Fandoms:

ll SHAKESPEARE ll

Benvolio Montague: Numb // The Day You Left Me // Hell Above Us

Love Letters

II MCU II

Loki: I Open Myself To You // My Sweet Girls // Tell Me A Lie // Apology // Daydreaming

Thor: I Am Coming

Bucky Barnes: I’m Wanted

II Game of Thrones II

Ramsay Bolton: You Beautiful Awful Thing // I Could Make You The Queen // Revenge

Robb Stark: Promise

II Westworld II

Logan: In My Head

Imagines

Jon Snow - Rainy Day , Bad Day, Blue Roses,

Ramsay Bolton - Virgin, Witch, Sword, Insult, Dogs, Death Threat, Gift

Robb Stark - Death Threat

Gendry Waters - Gossip

Theon Greyjoy - Drunk

Loki - Daughter, Arranged Marriage, Man Bun, Hide, Excuse, Exotic Dancer

Erik Killmonger - Heist

Tate Langdon - Panic Attack

Patrick Hocksetter - Goddess

(Updated December 2018)

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