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luv4fandoms · 4 years

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You belong to me (Pennywise x oc) CH 2

Chapter 2 is here! I'll try to get chapter 3 out as soon as I can, typing on my phone kinda makes my carpal tunnel act up sadly. But let me know what you think! And If you'd like to see more, there will be more Pennywise in the next chapter.

CH 1

Word count: 2,655

Warnings: Cussing

The drive to Derry was long, a two day trip finally coming to an end as the small town came into view. The town was something out of a Hallmark Christmas movie, but in the middle of summer. Mom and Pop shops lined downtown streets that held maybe half of the small population of residents, all of whom stared at me as I drove past.

"Welcoming little town aren't you?" I muttered to myself while glancing at the paper in my hand.

"2235 Kansas St. At the corner where Kansas St meets Route 2...Now where is that?" Sighing I knew I would have to ask for directions, though I wasn't sure if anyone would actually give them to me. I decided to try one of the stores rather than just rolling my window down and shouting to one of the residents, I was already being given dirty looks, no need to make it worse. Parking in front of what looked like a pharmacy, I proceeded to get out, just barely getting to the front of my car and out of the way of a pickup that almost ran me over, the passenger, a teenage boy, glaring at me as they past.

"Starting to see why mom hates this place" I huffed and straightened out my long black skirt, I guess I should have expected the looks, I'm guessing this town didn't get many visitors, much less ones that could be quickly labeled goth. Making my way to the building I smiled and nodded at two elderly men sitting out front, but again just received blank stares, what the fuck was everyone's problem? Opening the door I was greeted with the default bell jingle that every small shop in America seem to have, as well as the overpowering smell of...I'm not entirely sure, you would think a pharmacy would smell like clearer or something, but this just smelled dirty.

'Remind me not to buy anything'

I looked around but didn't see a soul in the building, despite all the elderly people I had passed on the way. Slowly, I made my way to the back, looking around at the small building that seemed to have not moved past the 80's, and following a popping sound that seemed to grow louder the further back I went.

"You're new here" a female voice spoke, my eyes met those of a woman in her mid to late 30's, curly blonde hair, and an expression that said she would rather be anywhere else. The popping sound, I soon discovered, was her bubblegum.

"Yeah... yeah I'm just a bit lost, can you tell me how to get to" I started while I fished the paper out of my purse, having already forgotten the address.

"The corner of Kansas St and Route 2?" She popped her bubble again, and with a sigh, stated.

"The street behind this place is Maine St, follow that" she paused and looked at me dully.

"Left, at the end you'll come to Route 2, take a right, eventually you'll come across Kansas St" she finished, popping her bubble once more.

"Thanks, I appreciate it" I nodded with a small smile, ready to leave this place already.

"No problem" she replied with the fakest smile I had ever seen

"Welcome to Derry" and just like that her expression was back to being so done with everything. Taking my leave I exited the pharmacy, not paying any mind to the two men outside this time as I just quickly got into my car.

"I guess it's true, hospitality is only in the south" I grumbled as I drove down the street, quickly finding a way to Main St, and began following that. The woman was right, as soon as I got into Route 2 it didn't take long for me to reach the corner of Kansas St, and the house. There weren't any houses nearby, and it seemed like the lot went on for a bit, I wondered just how much land Grandma actually owned here. The house was in good condition, the beige walls going well with the dark brown trim of the three story building, I remember Grandma saying that Grandpa and his brothers had built this house by hand back in the day. Parking my car I stared at the house for a moment, so this is where mom grew up? The sides of the house were blocked off by thick trees, and the remnants of a rope hung from a branch, seeming to have been from an old tire swing, why didn't she want to come back? It seemed like a nice enough house. Stepping out of my car I made my way up to the small iron gate, the lock a little rusty, but working nonetheless, pushing it open I walked up the short path to the front door, cobwebs had already begun to collect around the old wood. I grabbed the key from my purse and unlocked the door, pushing it as it gave an eerily creaking noise while opening. Mom had said that the power would still be on thankfully, so I reached to find the switch, clicking it on once located. The warm glow it gave illuminated the Victorian style furniture that my grandmother loved so much, the inside was in pristine condition, as if someone had just cleaned, or maybe that was just how grandma kept it. I closed the door and began looking around, pictures of my mother when she was a child sat atop the fireplace, along with bottles filled with random herbs and things, in fact, bottles sat everywhere, not in a cluttered sort of way...As if each of them were placed there for a purpose, some even hung by strings on the curtain rods.

"Grandma was into witchy stuff" I jokingly stated as I examined one of the bottles, almost dropping it when the grandfather clock began to chime.

"Get ahold of yourself Liz, geeze you write scary stories for a living after all" placing the bottle back down I turned to head for the stairs, the walls up to the second floor were lined with more pictures of my mom, my grandmother and grandfather, aunts and uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins. Most I had never met, but had heard mom and grandma talk about. Like my grandfather and his two brothers, all of whom served in the army, and died in the Vietnam war. My Grandmother had never remarried, saying that we are only truly destined for one person in our whole lives, and for her, it was my grandfather.

"This was a big house for just you grandma" I stated as I reached the second floor, feeling even more guilty that I had never visited. The second floor held three rooms, now turned into a storage room, a sewing room, and a guest bedroom. The third floor held two rooms, the master bedroom which still held all of my grandmother's belongings, and another guest bedroom. I noticed though, a door at the end of the hall.

"Wonder where that leads" I spoke as I made my way to the door, opening it revealed a small narrow staircase, four steps led to another door and I already knew just where this led.

"Your attic better not be haunted grandma" I grabbed the handle and turned it, but it didn't budge. Grabbing the house key I tried, but it was nowhere near the same size as the lock.

"Locked attic door...yup, something out of one of my stories" I stated while going back down the stairs.

"Just gonna close that and I'll come back to it another time" I walked back to my grandma's bedroom, taking the time to look around at her stuff, knowing full well it would only be a matter of time before my aunt and uncles came and took what they wanted, no doubt angry that she left me the house. I smiled as I picked up her perfume, the familiar scent reaching my nose.

"Grandma! Grandma! Look what I made!" I exclaimed, tiny hands holding up the very lopsided stuffed rabbit, my first finished sewing project since she had taught me.

"Why I have never seen anything more beautiful in my whole life! You are a natural! Soon you'll be making gowns for celebrities, the first lady, even the queen of England herself!" She smiled, picking me up and sitting me on her lap to examine the rabbit. I giggled at her words, the thought filled me with pride.

"Do you really think I could?"

"I know you could, you're destined for great things Lizzie, things that only you can do"

I placed the perfume back and walked over to the small glass cabinet, more bottles filled the shelves, along with a few crystals.

"Another nightmare sweety?" My grandmother asked as I cried into her nightgown, I nodded weakly while she stroked my hair.

"The same one?" Again I nodded.

"You know, I used to have bad dreams all the time too" she stated after a moment, I sniffled and looked up at her, tiny hands wiping the tears from my eyes.

"What did you do to make them stop?"

"I started wearing this" she smiled, showing me a small white stone that hung from her neck, the light grey markings on it almost looking like spiderwebs.

"What's that?"

"It's a crystal, it's called Howlite, and it makes bad dreams go away" she smiled before standing up and going to her jewelry box, she returned and clipped a small chain around my neck, a white stone just like hers now laid against my chest.

"And now this one will keep yours away too" she smiled.

"Heh...Guess you were kind of a witch huh grandma?" I smiled, reaching up to play with the Howlite that still hung around my neck. I looked around the room some more, stopping once I noticed my name written on an envelope atop a chest in the corner. Opening it I quickly read the letter.

"Dear Lizzie

I know right now you are probably feeling guilty for not keeping in contact more, don't try to deny it, I know you sweety. Dont. Don't feel guilty, I knew the day I left how these things would play out. Everything in life happens for a reason,we all have a purpose, a destiny, something we must do. My role was to be in your life physically, for as long as I was. You grew into such an amazing woman Lizzie, and I'm so proud to be your grandmother. But now it's time for you to walk your destined path, this chest contains as much as you'll need, the recipe is in the attic if you choose to make more. I love you dear, with everything I am and was

Love,Grandma"

I wiped the tears away as I stared at the letter.

"You always seemed to have all the answers" I sniffled while I put the letter back in the envelope, I turned to the chest and opened it, two brown bottles sat inside, and upon examination I realized they were filled with the same pills I had taken my whole life.

'this chest contains as much as you'll need, the recipe is in the attic if you choose to make more'

"As much as I need? Wait...the recipe is in the locked attic? Really grandma?" I sighed, putting the bottle back and closing the chest.

"I need some air" I shook my head and headed back downstairs, locking the door on my way out. I drove back into town, the sun setting as my stomach alerted me to the fact that I had not eaten anything besides a quick McDonalds breakfast this morning, and it was currently almost six.

"Guess dinner is in order" I told my stomach while looking around the town, I spotted a chinese restaurant and the idea of orange chicken made my stomach go into overdrive. Pulling over I hopped out of my car, noticing far less residents out.

'Guess they turn in super early'

The sign read "Jade of the Orient" and upon entering the building I was met with smells that made my stomach growl even more. The line to be seated though, was a bit long, and looking around I could see that the restaurant was quite packed.

'So they don't turn in early, everyone was just here' I sighed as I sat down on one of the benches, smiling at the man who seemed to be around the same age as the girl in the pharmacy, he smiled back before furrowing his brows.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you I've just, never seen you around" he stated.

"Oh no it's ok, I just got here today" I told him

"Well I'm Mike, Mike Hanlon. It's nice to meet you Miss…"

"Elizabeth Mills, but please, just call me Liz" I smiled and shook his hand.

"So what brings you to Derry Liz?" He asked as we watched a couple get called for a table.

"Actually, my grandmother just passed...she willed me her house" I stated

"I'm so sorry" he spoke, before questioning

"Are you Diana's granddaughter?"

"You knew my grandmother?" I asked, though I shouldn't have been surprised, what with how small this town was.

"She was pretty much everyone's grandmother" he laughed

"That sounds like grandma" I smiled

"She would visit me at work a lot too, always had something new to teach" he smiled, seemingly remembering spending time with her.

"Where do you work?" I asked

"The library" he replied, before adding

"Not that glamorous"

"I write scary stories for a living, working at a library sounds fun" I laughed

"Hanlon" the woman at the front called, causing Mike to stand up, he turned towards me and asked.

"Would you like to join me? I'm sure we each have stories to tell about your grandmother, only if you want of course" My stomach growling answered before I could and caused us both to laugh.

"You know what, I think I'll take you up on that"

That night I learned about how my grandmother often read to children at the library, or made herbal remedies for people in town, or was just there as a listening ear or words of wisdom for anyone who needed it.

"It's good to know she was the same even here" I smiled as we walked out of the restaurant.

"You're a lot like her" he stated

"Oh I don't know about all that" I laughed

"No you are, she would be proud," he told me as we reached our cars.

"Well, thank you, and thank you for dinner, I was fully willing to pay" I laughed

"It's no problem at all, think of it as a welcome to Derry"

"Well thank you, and I will be taking you up on that offer of the library visit" I smiled.

"I'll see you then, have a good night Liz" he stated as he walked to his car.

"You too Mike" I waved as I watched him drive away, turning to my car but stopping when I felt like I was being watched, the hairs on my neck standing on ends as I quickly scanned my surroundings, sighing when I didn't see anyone. Ghost I could deal with, dangerous people were more frightening. Getting into my car, I cranked it before looking around once more, stopping when my eyes caught sight of something that simply didn't belong, a single red balloon that slightly floated in front of an alleyway beside the restaurant.

"What the hell?" I watched as it floated up a tiny bit more before suddenly popping.

"You know what, I don't even want to know" I stated as I drove back to the house, still feeling like I was being watched until I was far from the restaurant.

To be continued

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neatcointricks · 5 years

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Christmas Sucks

who the fuck expected this bitch to come back especially since dbh is fuckin dead

also this was requested uwu

Masterlist

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Word Count: 1.3k

Connor RK 800 x Gender Neutral Reader

“I’m going to die because of feelings, wow, it really be like that.”

“Please get off the floor.”

“You’ll have to drag me, coward.”

You’re on the floor, specifically, the floor of your Police District’s Department, next to your table, your feet laying over the wheels of your rolly chair, one hand is laying over your eyes to block the fact that you are actually fucking crying right now-- And the other is doing some class act finger guns at Connor.

What a dumb robot, actually coming to your aid when you started to breathe irregularly and fell on the floor.

“Are you alright, Detective? You should’ve gone home hours ago. You know there’s no pay in overtime this week.” He grabs your protruding arm, dragging you away from your table.

You keep your other hand still over your eyes, your lips twitching and you speak yet another intrusive thought into existence without thinking.

“I want to die.”

Your arm is instantly dropped to the floor, you choke on your spit realizing what you just said- Letting out a pitiful gurgling noise. For a second it’s quiet, not peaceful kind but eery kind. It doesn’t help that you’re still blind. Waiting for the response, the ‘typing’ speech bubble of real life.

The android grabs your shoulders, pulling you up so fast your arm falls from your face and you get minor whiplash.

“What. Is. Wrong?”

You look at his stern expression and try to mimic it to distract from your mental spiral, and maybe get him off your case thinking you’re just being a goof. “Grr.” The sound effects might seal it in.

He keeps face and the more you stare the more the anxiety builds, and his choice of tension break doesn’t help.

“You do realize you’re crying, right?” Connor squints, swiping a tear off your cheek with his index finger.

You let out an exasperated sigh, sucking in as your eyes switch between his face and finger, you try to smile but with your turbulent emotions, it’s rather screwed. “Please don’t lick that.”

Connor tilts his head to the side, prodding you on, “Detective.”

“I want to help.”

Your screwed smile falters, twitching till the corners of your lips point right to the floor, you squint as your sight becomes too wobbly with all the tears to keep focused.

“Christmas fucking sucks!” You slam a fist into the carpeted floor, gazing at the ground “Every fucking year-- I’m like ‘this year, no matter what, Christmas is going to be great!’ And guess what? It never is! It never fucking is! Everyone’s always got their own fucking prerogative and guess who’s left alone with nothing and no one? ME BITCH! I couldn’t even afford a fucking tree this year. I’m...”

You clench your fist together, holding it in your lap-- You want to hit something.

“I’m fucking pathetic.” You breathe in deep, unclenching your fist.

“Of course, no one wants to hang out with me, of course, seasonal depression still hits like always, of course, I can’t afford anything nice for anyone or myself-- Not even a fucking tree. Of course, even at work, I manage to fall over just cause I see a Christmas photo on Facebook and that broke the camel’s back in half.”

You prod your cheek with your tongue, shaking your head chuckling, “There’s no fucking point in trying anymore. It’s always going to be horrible. So I might as well do what every movie I’ve ever seen has taught me--” You pat your legs, finally looking back up at Connor with a charming smile, holding your arms out comically.

“Drown myself in my work on Christmas Eve and keep going until this nightmare is over.”

You stretch your legs out as you stand up, paying no mind to Connor’s distraught expression. You crack your hands behind your head and shake the numbness out of your legs, you look at Connor with a one-sided smile and do jazz hands.

“Bah-Humbug.”

You plop back into your chair, rolling into your desk.

After about 5 minutes of you silently working in pain and Connor sitting in the exact same position on the floor, he finally gets up and walks up to you-- Pretty expected as you two are the only ones working on Christmas Fucking Eve.

“I’ve made plans.”

You keep typing but glance up at him for a moment, “Good for you, it’s good to get out of here for a bit.”

“They’re plans with you.”

You stop typing. You look up at him, giving your full attention, “Why?”

“You’re my priority.”

Despite the pang to your heart, you snort, getting back to your work. “Dude, I get what I said was troubling but I’m not gonna kill myself or anything- Don’t worry about me- I don’t need to be ‘priority’.”

“You’re my friend.”

You shut your eyes and stop typing once again, “Connor--”

“Humans make me tired.”

Connor, without a moment to waste, picks you out of your chair, throws you over his shoulder, and slams your laptop shut in only a few short moves. “Let’s go.”

“Crime never sleeps, Connor.”

“Neither do I.”

It’s a silent taxi ride on the way to wherever. You open the window and watch as snowflakes fall on your arm.

“You’re going to get frostbite.”

You shrug.

“At least something will bite me.”

“You have reached your destination. Thank you for travelling with Detroit Taxis. We look forward to seeing you again soon.”

Once you get out, you’re met with a shockingly normal house. You side eye Connor as you walk up to the porch, “I didn’t expect you to live here.”

“What did you expect?” He asks, sliding a key into the front door.

You pick at the paint on the porch beam, rubbing it off of your fingers, “Something more ‘2038′ I guess.”

He opens the door, his shoulders slug when he steps in, almost immediately leaving your side, “Hank!”

“You gave me like 20 fuckin’ minutes! What was I supposed to do?”

You smell fresh Pillsbury cookies and note the Christmas lights strewn across the ceiling. By your feet, a dog walks up, he’s wearing a Santa hat, it’s super festive.

Hank on a ladder painting a white banner to say “CHRISTMAS SUPPORT GROU” is less festive.

Hank looks to you, dropping the paint bucket quite aggressively on the floor.

“Full disclosure, I didn’t have a lot of time so your gift is from a suitcase I found in my attic.”

Connor comes back to you, handing you a Santa hat and offers you cookies in another hand. “Here is your festive hat, your festive cookies--” He looks down at the dog, “Festive Sumo--” He points to Hank with his plate of cookies, “Festive Hank--” He moves to point at the Christmas tree in the corner. “Festive tree-- That we can light on fire in respect of our support group.”

You squint, smiling but still confused, “I don’t quite understand.”

Hank comes down from his ladder, with the hat, he looks like a homeless Santa. “Christmas kinda sucks, for a lot of people.” He puts his hand on your shoulder in that dad type way, “But it shouldn’t suck alone.”

Connor pipes in, “I’ve curated the most classic Christmas movies to date and have a playlist ready to go-- Also an excellent hot chocolate recipe that I’m very sure we don’t have all the ingredients for.”

You grin, “Sounds good-- Sounds- Sounds like a good Christmas, for once.”

“Well, it’s my first Christmas, so I hope it gets better than this.”

uwu what’s this?

me writing a Christmas special based on my own experiences but with a happy ending? more likely than u think

For real though, Christmas is hard for me and MANY other people, likely a couple few reading this- And while I know an old man and his robot dog can’t come into your life and actually fix everything, I hope this made things less shitty.

Hang in there champ, it’s almost 2019 and even if times a construct it’ll vaguely feel like we get a restart at least.

also

saw spiderverse today and it’s mad my new favourite movie and ik Marvel is kinda tired but genuinely this movie made me feel the way watching Spiderman when I was 8 made me felt. I haven’t felt that kind of childlike wonder in a long fucking time, especially with a movie-- I highly RECC that cause it healed my sour mood today.

i wonder if i still have my taglist sticky noted,,,,,?

i DO

but it’s SUPER ANNOYING CAUSE THE INTERNETS LAGGING SO F U C K IT

thanks 4 reading wow

also didn’t read this over there are probably agregious errors but leave comments to boost my confidence anyways

#Connor #connor rk800 #connor x reader #connor rk800 imagine #DBH #dbh connor #dbh x reader #dbh imagine #connor rk800 x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

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