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Pennywise and the Dancing Girl

Chapter 8: Anything and Everything

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SUMMARY: Emma has been controlled and haunted by the clown of many names for as long as she remembered. However, that begins to change once she meets Henry Bowers, the local asshole.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I’d like to apologize once again for the long time hiatus. I’ve been quite busy lately and I haven’t had time to write. However, I’m trying to finish this series as soon as possible, so I can start writing the sequel series! Also, this chapter was meant to be a lot longer, but it ended up being too long, so I decided to split it into two parts!

WARNINGS: Explicit language and mentions of death.

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

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“Let’s get outta here.”

Within those few moments, everything I felt about him changed. I didn’t know why; but all of a sudden, I felt this urge to run away with him. To do anything and everything with him.

Maybe it was because deep down, I felt like we were running out of time. Even though I had no reason to.

It was barely the beginning of July and we had plenty of time left before school started again. However, it still didn’t stop that feeling. This feeling that something was drawing closer and closer to us and when it finally came, we wouldn’t be able to stop it. Maybe it was my paranoia, my bad luck; but no matter what reason I told myself, I always knew that the true reason was because of Gray.

With him around, I could never be happy. I was even lucky to get this far, but now I knew. He was angry and he wouldn’t let me remain this way for much longer. He was ready to end it all. So, the only thing I could do now was take this opportunity with Henry and not let it waste away. I had to. I had to take his hand.

So, I did and I left him with little time to react as I pulled him out the library.

“Emma,” he called out. “Where are we going?” And I stopped. That was a good question. Where were we going? There were not many places to go to in Derry. It was a small town and we could literally scope out the entirety of it in a day. There was the arcade, the park, the theater, one of the dozen restaurants that we had, and the quarry. We had gone to all of them before, but this would be different. Now, it would just be me and him - sharing and experiencing it together. I did say that I wanted to experience anything and everything with him…didn’t I?

So, I simply turned to him and blatantly said, “Everywhere.” I searched his face for any sign of confirmation, but his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. They just focused on his shoes and I didn’t realize why until I felt the clamminess of his hand.

He was nervous, shy, and the closer I looked, I saw that his cheeks were flushed with color. It was then that I realized that I did this to him. I made him feel this way and it wasn’t until his eyes finally met mine that I also realized, he did the same to me.

We had touched plenty of times before, but never like this. At least not often as this. We had only done this two other times. The first time being the day he came to find me at the park after Patrick’s death. We had been standing close to one another, to the point where I felt his breath hitting my cheek and his nose barely grazing my forehead. He had been holding my hand in his as he gently traced the outline of my rug burn. I remember how my cheeks burned and my heart raced as he did so. And the second being just a bit ago in the library, when he ran his fingers down the scars of my neck. My breath had halted and I actually missed his touch when he pulled away. So, the real question was… Why did I feel this way? Why?

There was only one possible answer; but for some reason, it scared me too much to admit it. It would be too hard to. So, I just pulled my hand away from his and pushed the thought into the back of my mind, choosing to ignore it for now.

“How does that sound,” I asked calmly, and I waited until I got it what I was looking for - a small smirk playing at his lips.

“Where do you wanna go first?”And I couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto my own lips.

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We both decided to head to the arcade first, already making our way there. We were awfully quiet and I figured it was because we still hadn’t completely made up yet. I know he did admitted to wanting to become a better person, but he also didn’t apologize for being a dick the night of the party… Then again, I also didn’t apologize for punching him in the face. It was now or never, I thought to myself.

I glanced over at him and he looked surprisingly calm. It was very different in comparison to the usual bitch face he wore, and I quickly found myself liking this look a lot more than the other.

“Like what you see,” he questioned bluntly and I immediately turned away, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“No,” I answered. “Why would I?” And he didn’t seem convinced. Hell, I wasn’t even convinced. I knew that was a flat-out lie. Henry was always pretty to look at.

“Oh, cause you weren’t checking me out just right,” he mentioned, raising a brow.

“It’s not that. I just… I just wanted to say sorry for…well, punching you in the face I guess.”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Say you’re sorry. I deserved it.”

I looked at him in disbelief as he said that. Did he really just say that he deserved it? The Henry I knew would have never allowed anyone to do that to him, even if he knew he was being a dick. He never liked getting hit, even if it was done jokingly. That’s why it surprised me so much.

“Well, I might have overreacted,” I added.

“Emma.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve never felt bad about anything you’ve done before, so don’t now, okay? I deserved it and you knew I did, that’s why you did it. It’s nothing you should be saying sorry for. Got it?”

I gazed at him for a few moments before nodding, “Yeah.” There was a short pause of silence before he spoke up again.

“That was a pretty hard punch though,” he noted with a slight smirk. “Were you trying to knock me out?”

“No,” I giggled.

“You knocked me straight on my ass.”

“Well, I can do it again. So, don’t test me.”

“You wanna bet?” And at that, the both of us stopped in our tracks and gazed into each other’s eyes.

I thought he was just joking at first, but then I saw the cockiness of his smirk and knew that he was being dead serious. It amused me to say the least.

“And what exactly are we gonna bet,” I asked and he seemed to ponder for a bit before answering.

“Well, you said you wanted to do everything, right? That includes going to the movies then. Loser has to get all the snacks for when we go.”

I hummed softy, “Okay. So, all I have to do is knock you on your ass again to win?”

“Yeah…but in street fighter.” And my face immediately broke into a smile.

“Ohhh, I see what you’re doing,” I cooed. “It’s because you know that I suck at street fighter.”

“It’s not the only thing you suck at,” he teased. “But yeah, it is. So, is it a bet or not?” I bit my lip softly before nodding.

“Alright, Bowers. You’re on.”

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“Okay, you should be Ken,” I told him, gesturing to the screen, but he only gave me a look of disbelief.

“Why,” he questioned and I shrugged.

“Well, you kinda look like him. You both have blonde hair and blue eyes. You both wear red all the time and…you both have muscles. Yours aren’t as big, of course, but they’re still pretty nice.”

“You think my muscles are nice,” he smirked and I immediately froze. Did I really say that? Why the fuck would I say that? That’s not something he should know. The cocky bastard would never let me live that down. I had to think of an excuse quick.

“What? No,” I scoffed. “I just meant that other people might think they’re nice. Not me.”

“Uh huh,” he breathed, leaning in closer to me. “You know if I didn’t know any better, Emma, I’d say that you liked me.” His voice was low and smooth, and he was so impossibly close that could I feel his breath. It was enough to send a shiver down my spine, but I couldn’t let it get to me. So, I simply pushed him away and scoffed,

“Don’t flatter yourself. I much rather like Mr. Keene than you.“ He chuckled softly.

“Sure you would,” he remarked, now leaning over the dash of the machine and putting his token in. “I’ll be Ken.” I stared at him for a few moments, before leaning down beside him and pushing my own token into its slot. He glanced over at me and I could tell from the corner of my eye that he was started to stare. So, curiously, I looked back at him. To be honest, I half expected him to look away, but he didn’t. He just held my gaze, before dropping his eyes over the rest of my face and I let him. It wasn’t much longer till his eyes met mine again and he spoke up,

“Two out of three, okay?”

“Okay,” I smirked and his lips mirrored mine in seconds.

“Ready to lose?”

“Are you?” And we both turned back to the screen once we heard the game announcer yell ”Round One!”

I quickly placed my fingers over the buttons of the machine and wrapped my other hand around the joystick, waiting for the announcer to yell again. I have to win, I told myself. I know I suck, but I can’t suck now. Not against Henry. I said I would knock him on his ass, so that’s what I’m going to do. I’m not going to disappoint him now. Wait, what?

“Fight!” My eyes shot open and I rapidly began to press the buttons, hearing Henry do the same. My Ryu was able to punch his Ken a few times before he overwhelmed me, blocking every one of my punches and punching me whenever I left an opening. He continued to do this until my health bar was nearly empty and I was only able to get one more punch in until he completely destroyed me.

“Shit,” I groaned. What was I thinking? I’ve never won against him before, so what made me think I could do it now? It was only one loss, but it was enough to remind me that I was terrible at Street Fighter. I should just give him my wallet right now.

I sighed softly and glanced over at him. It looked like he was having the time of his fucking life. All cocky with that damn smirk. What I wouldn’t give to wipe it off his damn face? And then, it hit me. I once beat Richie Tozier and he was practically the king of this game and almost everyone knew it. Yet, I beat him. I did have Eddie to cheer me on; but this time, I had to do it for myself. This time my motivation was to wipe that damned smirk off Henry’s face and beat him at his own game.

“There’s still two rounds left, Bowers. Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet,” I warned, but he only laughed it off.

“There’s only two more rounds left, if you can beat me in the next one,” he informed and while he wasn’t wrong, I didn’t plan on losing again.

“I’ll beat you.”

“You’ll beat me, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up.” And he laughed again, getting back in position beside me. He was closer than before, his arm and hip pressing against mine, but this time I didn’t care. All I cared about was winning these next two rounds and this damn bet.

“Round two!” I took a deep breath and stared intently at the screen. Focus, Emma. Focus.

“Fight!” This time, instead of rapidly bashing my buttons, I waited for him to attack first. I decided that my best bet was to use the same strategy that I used to beat Richie, so that’s exactly what I did. I kept blocking his punches until I saw an opening and once I did, I punched him as many times as he would allow. Then when he finally went to block, I jumped over him and punched him in the back numerous times. I kept alternating between these three techniques until I finally won.

Feeling a sense of achievement overwhelm me, I cheered a bit too loudly as he simply groaned out in frustration. I thought he would have stopped me to be honest, but he didn’t. He actually waited before asking-

“You done?” He sounded solemn and serious, but it didn’t quite reach his face. It was like he was pretending to be annoyed, but his eyes and lips just wouldn’t cooperate.

It almost seemed like he wanted to smile, but didn’t. He just was holding it back. Then, his eyes were filled with something I’ve never seen before. I couldn’t tell what it was at first, but the deeper I looked, the more I thought I saw…adoration?

I gulped softly at the thought before answering him,

“Nope. Cause I know I’m going to win the next round too.” And I did. It was shocking as hell, but I was damn proud. So much so that I cheered again. Even if it was annoying to the other kids there. At least Henry didn’t find it annoying. __________________________________________  “Why are you grabbing so much shit,” he complained.

“You lost the bet, remember? How many times do I have to remind you,” I remarked smugly before placing another candy bar in his arms.

“Yeah, I remember, but I also remember you sucking too.”

“Yeah, I know. Good thing it wasn’t the same as you remembered,” I chuckled as I spotted a basket beside us, picking it up.

“Don’t go feeling all smug now just because you won one game of Street Fighter.”

“I think it’s a bit too late for that,” I smirked, showing him the basket. “After all, I consider beating you quite the accomplishment. Especially since I get a bunch of free snacks with it.”

He scoffed softly as he placed the snacks into the basket, a small smile plastered on his lips.

“It doesn’t take a lot to impress you, huh?”

“No, I guess not,” I shrugged and he took the basket from me.

“That’s alright,” he confessed. “That’s one of the reasons why I like you anyway.” I gazed up at him with wide eyes, but he simply shot me a smirk before walking away completely. However, that didn’t stop my eyes from following him.

Did he actually mean that or…was he just joking? Either way, I couldn’t help the rate that my heart was beating at or the warmth that was currently flooding my chest.

This felt…unreal. Everything about this felt unreal. How could I be here? How could I be with Henry? How could I be happy? How could I live? Could I stay like this? Forever? I sure hope I could. I wish I could. Please. I want to stay. I want to stay with Vic and Reggie. I want to stay with Eddie. I want… I want to stay with Henry. Always.

I can’t imagine going on in a world without him. Without his temper. Without his cockiness. Without his sweetness and stubbornness. Without his pain. Without that stupid mullet. Without his beautiful cloudy blue eyes. Without his beautiful…everything. I just can’t. I need him and I always will.

A smile unknowingly made its way onto my face as I watched him put a few more candy bars in the basket. He had no idea that had been watching him and still didn’t know until he looked back in my direction. His smile matched mine as he tilted his head slightly.

“Why are you looking at me like that,” he questioned.

“It’s nothing,” I lied. “You can keep looking.”

With that, I turned away and continued searching through the store. I already picked out my snacks, so I might as well look around as Henry picked out his.

I somehow drifted into the clothes section of the store, the bright colors of shirts and pants catching my eyes. While they were appealing, they’ve never been my style. I always wore denim, denim, and more denim over simple shirts and tainted converse. That was my style, but I stopped once I spotted a dress.

It was different compared to most of the dresses I saw girls at school wear. It wasn’t skanky and didn’t leave little to the imagination. It was quite pretty and modest and while it was off the shoulder, it still had thin straps to hold it up. I could actually imagine myself wearing it. I was starting to like it that much.

“I never pegged you to be the dress type,” a voice interrupted behind me, and I immediately recognized it as Henry.

“I’m not,” I agreed.

“Well, it sure looks like you want it.”

“I don’t,” I lied, still staring at it.

“Why don’t you try it on?”

“Huh,” I asked in surprise.

“You should try it on,” he repeated.

“No, I shouldn’t,” I shook my head. “I’ll just look goofy.”

“You can never look goofy,” he uttered, and it wasn’t until I felt my cheeks burned that I saw his light up as well. “At least to me anyway,” he finished shyly, and his comment was enough to reassure me that with him, I was always safe and would never be judged.

So taking his word for it, I turned around to grab the dress, looking it over once more before surveying the store for a fitting room. Already knowing what I was thinking, Henry decided to give me the answer himself. “There’s one in the back,” he stated and I nodded slightly, before gesturing him to follow me as I started to walk over.

There was only one room with a chair by the wall. It was pretty isolated, but I preferred that. I didn’t really want anyone other than Henry seeing me.

So once we got to the fitting room, I knocked on the door twice just to make sure no one was in there and luckily, there wasn’t.

I glanced back at Henry and he was already sitting on the chair with the basket beside him. He must’ve known I was staring because his eyes met mine almost immediately.

“Don’t make fun of me,” I told him and he breathed out a laugh. I knew he wouldn’t. I just felt like saying it.

“Don’t worry,” he uttered, “I won’t.”

“Alright,” I smirked. “I’m trusting you.” And with that, I stepped foot into the room and locked the door behind me.

There was only a mirror in the room along with my own reflection. Most of the scars that I had acquired over this past month had faded, except for the one of course. My hair was a bit longer and my eyes didn’t look sunken for once. I actually looked…alive and happier. And just the thought of that made me smile a bit more.

Within seconds, I had stripped of my clothes and put them off to the side. And with a few more, I had already stepped into the dress and pulled the straps over my shoulders. Now, I could see more qualities that I didn’t before.

The dress actually stopped mid-calf and hugged my waist quite a bit. However, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. I was also never a fan of plain white, but this along with the red, yellow, and pink flowers was quite nice. I actually wouldn’t mind wearing this out anywhere.

“Are you almost done,” Henry asked from the outside and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. He didn’t sound irritated, but he did have the habit of being impatient.

“Yes, I’m coming out now,” I called out, before grabbing the handle of the door. I took a deep breath and tried my best to ignore the nervousness that was washing over me. There’s no reason to feel nervous, I told myself. It’s just Henry, but then again. It’s the fact that it is Henry that makes me nervous.

I sighed quietly before turning the handle of the door and stepping out.

HENRY’S POINT OF VIEW

I tore the wrapper of the chocolate bar open and snapped a piece off before sticking it in my mouth. I chewed on it silently as I waited for her to come out… but should it really take that long to put on a dress?

“Are you almost done,” I asked and she responded fairly quickly.

“Yes, I’m coming out now,” she called out and she sounded a bit irritated. Did she not like the dress or was she just getting annoyed by me? Knowing her, it was probably the latter.

I smirked to myself as I snapped another piece off. I was this close to putting it into my mouth until I heard the door click. Now, all my attention shifted to the door.

She came out slowly, then all at once. Even if she did decide to come out all fast or all slow, I wouldn’t have been prepared either way. Because I had no idea that I’d be sitting in the presence of someone so perfect.

When did I deserve something like this? What did I do to deserve something like this? What did I do to deserve someone like her coming into my life?

The simple answer was that I didn’t…and that I probably never would. But I wanted to deserve it. I needed to deserve it. I would make sure that I deserved it. That I deserved her. Cause if I couldn’t have her, then what would be the point of anything? To me, a world without her in it wasn’t a world at all. It just wasn’t. Wherever she is, wherever she goes, that’s where I want to be. Always and forever. Because it’s her that I need and always will need.

BACK TO EMMA’S POINT OF VIEW

I stepped out and his eyes immediately widened. I didn’t expect them to, but they did. I also didn’t expect him to completely ignore the piece of chocolate that he had been holding in his hand and drop it to the floor carelessly.

He stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring in silence. I felt compelled to break him out of it, but before I could, he had already decided to speak up,

“Wow.” It was short and simple, but it made me impossibly happy and sent my heart fluttering. “You look…you look beautiful.”

“Do I,” I asked softly, almost not believing him.

“Yeah,” his cheeks started to redden. “I mean-I mean you look good.” And at that, I crossed my arms in displeasure and decided to get him back for changing his answer so quickly.

“Are you blushing, Bowers?”

“What? No,” he denied, rather unconvincingly.

“You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked me.”

“You wish,” he scoffed and that stung. I knew it shouldn’t have. I was equally as petty when he told me the same thing earlier, but then again. Did he really like me as much as I…as much as I liked him? I sure hope he did.

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END OF CHAPTER 8

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get in part 14 & epilogue (sfw ish)

henry bowers x gender ambiguous reader patrick hockstetter x oc vic criss x oc

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previously on: the gang goes to see the house they want to rent. they sign papers.

summary: the gang does finals, graduates, and moves out.

word count: 2060

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Finals were Hell. One right after another, with no way to know how you’d done. In between classes and at lunch, Henry was tight strung, waiting to pop off at anything. You spent a lot of time with your hand in his hair, soothing him.

Josh went on tutoring Belch and Henry tirelessly. You were sure that with his help, they’d be okay.

Vic showed up at lunch one day with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“Apparently, we’re all fucking each other,” said Josh.

“Well, that’s excessive,” said Sophia.

“Yeah, two guesses who’s behind it again,” said Vic.

“Gretta Bowie,” you and Sophia said together.

You held up a hand and she high-fived you.

“None other,” said Vic.

“Jesus, is she still jealous?” asked Sophia.

“Jealous of what, baby girl?” asked Patrick.

“Us,” she said. “She wants you, bad.”

“Gross,” he said. “I wouldn’t fuck her for free, at least.”

“Gross,” she said. “How much would you fuck her for?”

“Two hundred?”

“Good enough.”

“Seriously? I thought it would be higher,” you said.

“Two hundred is a hell of a lot,” Patrick argued.

“I mean, I guess so,” you said.

By the end of the week, everyone was done taking their finals.

And everyone passed. Not with flying colors, but acceptable, average grades that at the very least wouldn’t ruin your plans.

You sat through another week of empty classes and games and “fun” assemblies until finally, finally, graduation arrived.

You collected your diploma, shook the principal’s hand, and nearly ran back to your seat, beaming.

You’d done it. After today, you were free.

When you got to throw all your hats in the air, you ran to Henry’s side to do it. He threw his hat, you threw yours, and he pulled you in for a hard, frantic kiss. You could tell by every move of his mouth on yours how amazed he was, how happy that this was happening.

He’d survived high school. He’d done it.

When the kiss broke, you looked around for the others. Sophia was running towards you and you caught her in a hug, laughing. Vic and Josh — Josh, who’d graduated at the top ten percent of the class, thank you very much — were jumping up and down, their hands in the air.

And then, there was Belch. Belch, who was kissing the tiniest girl you thought you’d ever seen. You’d seen her around, but had no idea that Belch had a thing for her — or anyone.

Henry started laughing so hard he was gripping his sides.

You all walked over to him, and he looked up from the girl, his cheeks red.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hey,” he said. “Everyone, this is Kim. Kim, this is …everyone.”

She waved, shy. “Hi, you guys.”

Henry stopped laughing when you elbowed him in the side. He stuck out a hand and she took it, giving a firm handshake despite her soft voice.

After dinner had been had with various parents at several houses — you brought Henry home since Butch had been on duty and obviously didn’t care — you all got together in the hay loft again. Everyone was there — even Kim.

You all sat in a circle, passing drinks and a joint around, talking about nothing.

“This is the last time we’ll do this,” said Vic. “After this, we move away. We only have a few days.”

You all sat in silence for a moment, mourning the loss of the hay loft, of the memories made there.

You remembered the first time you’d been there, getting high, with Henry kissing your neck over and over. And then, with Sophia, the day she swore she wouldn’t lose Patrick — and here she still was, not the same girl she had been, but stronger.

“We’ll make memories together again,” said Sophia. “This is just the end of one chapter. We’re still writing our story.”

Everyone groaned and threw hay at her, and she laughed, shaking it out of her hair. Kim looked confused, so you explained.

“That’s guidance counselor shit,” you said.

“What’s wrong with it?” she asked, voice small. “I like it.”

“It’s just cheesy, that’s all.”

At the end of the night, you and Henry walked towards your house. You’d both denied the opportunity to be driven so you could have this time before things got crazy with packing and moving and all that.

You held hands, swinging it between you in the dark.

“We did it, baby,” he said.

“What?”

“We graduated. We found a place to go. We’re gonna leave this fucking town.”

“Yeah,” you said, smiling.

The next day, Sophia and Patrick picked you up and took you to Henry’s house. You packed up his belongings — it only took a few boxes. Butch watched with hard eyes, drunk and mean on the couch, but didn’t do anything to stop any of you.

You got the feeling that he didn’t want to do anything other than drink. Not even try and stop his son from leaving, and leaving forever.

It wasn’t until Henry said, “’Bye, Dad,” that he did anything.

He stood up and threw the beer bottle in his hand at the wall next to Henry’s head. You were pretty sure that, had he been sober, he wouldn’t have missed.

“You leave,” he said, “and you don’t ever come back.”

It was horrible, to see Henry’s eyes as hard as they were right then.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s go, guys.”

You left, taking Henry’s things to Patrick’s house, before you all went to Sophia’s, collapsing in the middle of her sweet, lavender room for a few minutes. Then, you were up and packing.

It was only a few days later that all of you moved into the house on Willow Street.

You blasted Metallica and Cyndi Lauper and Van Halen to christen the house, greeting your new neighbors with smiles and waves.

Belch moved an armchair all on his own, hoisting it above his head. He set it down for a second, and Vic sat down in it. Josh helped Belch pick it up, with a cackling Vic still on it.

When the day ended and night crept in, you all sat on the back porch, ignoring the many, many unpacked boxes inside, passing around a joint.

“Well, kids,” said Josh. “We did it.”

“We did,” you said.

And then you kissed Henry. His hand found your hair and gave it a tug. You grinned at him, then turned to the others.

“Guys, I think it’s time we really christened the house,” you said.

“You’re gonna fuck?” asked Patrick.

“We’re gonna fuck,” you said.

You led Henry up the stairs to your bedroom, where, in the middle of unpacked boxes and bags of clothes, sat a bare mattress, flat on the ground, that was soon to be both of yours. You kicked off your shoes and stepped onto it, waiting for him. He stepped on it after a long moment, and you began jumping up and down, holding both of his hands in yours.

After about a minute, both of you collapsed, laying on top of each other, laughing. He looked the happiest you’d ever seen him, like he wasn’t carrying something he’d had to carry his whole life.

“We did it,” you said again. “We really did it.”

“Yeah, we did.”

And then he kissed you.

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EPILOGUE

Several Months Later

You woke to someone getting in bed behind you. Henry, dead to the world, was in front of you, so there was only one person it could be.

You rolled over.

“Hey, Soph,” you said.

“Hey,” she whispered. “Guess what?”

“You two finally did anal?”

“Yes!”

You laughed quietly, determined not to wake up Henry, who’d had a hard day yesterday.

He’d begun having what you only referred to as Hard Days about a month ago. Something would remind him of Derry, of his dad, and he’d be set off. Shaking, yelling, he’d even cry if it was bad enough.

Yesterday, someone who looked just like Butch had walked into the store where Henry worked.

It had been a long night after that.

“How was it? Did you like it?”

“It was awesome!” she said, eyes aglow. “I’m so glad I finally gave in.”

“I am, too. Anyone else awake?”

“I think Angela is. I smell coffee, anyway.”

“Cool.”

You rolled over and pressed a short kiss to Henry’s forehead. Still sleeping, he smiled. You smiled back, unseen.

You followed Sophia downstairs, where, sure enough, Angela was already in the front window seat, nursing a cup of coffee.

You put your hand on her shoulder as you passed.

“Any left for us?” you asked.

“You know it,” she said. Then she went back to watching the neighborhood’s feral cats interact with the neighbor’s dog.

Things hadn’t lasted with Kim, Belch’s last girlfriend. For one thing, she was just too shy to keep up with the group. For another, she was going to college out of state. They’d ended things only a little while after they’d begun, but stayed friendly, if not friends.

Angela had come along once you’d all been in Portland for a month, or so. She was perfect — for Belch, and for the group. She was dry, sarcastic, and neat. She liked beer, tinkering with cars, and driving fast. Sometimes you wondered if god or whatever was out there looked at Belch and said, “yeah, I got something perfect for you, right here,” and then shoved them together.

Right now, though, your favorite thing about Angela was that every morning, she woke up bright and early. And every morning, she made a full pot of coffee.

You poured a cup for you, then one for Sophia. You sat down at the tiny kitchen table, across from each other.

“How’d Henry sleep?” she asked.

“Oh, good. Out like a light as soon as he calmed down.”

She laughed. “He sounds like a baby when you say it like that.”

“Well,” you said, stirring milk into your coffee, “he needs to be treated like one, sometimes.”

You didn’t have to explain yourself, say that you didn’t mean it in a mean way. It was that your boyfriend needed extra care sometimes. And that was okay.

Sophia knew. She always knew when it came to you.

You stood up.

“First cigarette of the day?” you asked.

“Trying to cut down. Just as long as I don’t have like, six more,” she said. Then she followed you out to the back porch.

Vic and Josh were already there, laying in the grass under the tree.

“Hey,” Vic called to you, his head in Josh’s lap. Josh’s hand was in his hair, gently carding through.

“Hey,” you said, lighting up a cigarette and passing it to Sophia.

Even after all this time, she didn’t buy her own smokes, and you constantly shared with her. Not like you minded. She cooked for you sometimes, so you were more than even.

The back door opened and Patrick and Henry walked out.

“Hey, baby girl,” said Patrick.

Sophia pecked him on the lips.

“Hey, daddy,” she said sweetly.

You groaned good naturedly.

“Don’t play, baby,” said Henry. “You’d do it.”

“Would I, daddy?” you asked.

He grinned at you, still a little sleepy.

“Fuck, I love you,” he said.

It was your turn to smile.

“I love you, too,” you said.

Then, you turned to the rest of the group.

“Where’s Belch? Working early again?” you asked.

“Yeah. Weirdo loves his early mornings,” said Vic.

“Well, he gets to enjoy his nights,” Patrick grumbled.

“That’s true,” you said.

You were working on getting moved to morning shifts because of that. You’d rather handle the breakfast rush and get to say goodnight to Henry than do what you were doing, now.

You made another mental note to really get on your managers about a schedule change.

“You know what I love?” asked Sophia, blowing out a stream of smoke.

“What’s that, baby girl?” asked Patrick. He put an arm around her and pulled her close.

“I love this. I love all of us, in this house.”

She’d said it a million times before, but each time, it felt new. Each time, you had to remind yourself that this was real. That you were here, and you were happy.

“Yeah,” you said. “I love it, too.”

THE END

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chaotic-creatures · 5 years

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All That We Are (Chapter One)

Written by: @gizmo-the-gay

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing(s): slowburn!Stanley Uris x OC,

Slight!Richie Tozier x OC, Patrick Hockstetter x OC

Word Count: 1,716

Warnings: swearing, Patrick being himself

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Julia Martinez was many things. She was smart, she was pretty and she was a good friend. So, when Patrick Hockstetter said he would stop terrorizing her best friend, Richie Tozier, if she went out with him, Julia agreed. She agreed because she didn’t want Richie to get the same treatment he got all the time at home.

Richie had mostly everyone convinced that he had a normal home life. But Julia was observant and too smart for her own good. Plus she literally can hear his mom screaming at him from her house which was right next to his. There was no way Richie could hide the abuse from his friend, he knew that, but he could build up walls and pretend it never happened. No matter how much that frustrated Julia, she didn’t push him. He would come to her on his own when things got bad.

Julia was an eighth grader, she was considered an outcast and got picked on frequently by Greta Keene and her goons. For some reason though, the Bowers gang never touched her. It was weird considering she hung out with Richie and they bullied him and his other friends constantly. Even if it was just Richie and Julia walking home from the arcade where they spent most of their time, Henry and his friends would pick on Richie profusely but refuse to even glance her way.

That was how she got into the position she was in now. Julia and Richie decided to meet up before they headed home. As they walked they were oblivious to the blue Trans Am following them. Richie talked non stop about the newest game the Arcade put in a while ago. Julia smiled at her friend nodding along to what he was saying. She hadn’t seen Richie for a few days considering she was getting over being sick. But just because she was gone for a few days didn’t mean she neglected her friend when he needed her. As Richie talked highly about this new game, Julia’s eyes scanned over his being. She didn’t miss the small scratch on his cheek near his eye or the busted lip he was sporting.

Her eyes moved around their surroundings and that’s when she noticed the Trans Am parked across the street. Before she could even warn Richie, he was grabbed roughly by the shoulder and pulled back. Julia’s eyes widen when she hears a small popping sound and Richie cry in pain. She turns and sees Patrick Hockstetter smirking down at her best friend. Richie was holding his shoulder in pain and struggled to get up as Belch held him down with his foot on his chest. In panic, Julia launched herself at Belch and punched him as hard as she could. Her fist hit his cheek and his head turned to the side on impact. She ignored the pain in her hand as she watches Belch stumble away from Richie. It was almost like everything was going in slow motion. Victor went to check on Belch and Patrick looked from Richie to Julia was a crazed smile on his face.

“Wow. I did not expect that at all. The princess really does have a fire in her.” Patrick says amused. He didn’t even check on his friend as he reached down and pulled Richie up by the collar of his stupid Hawaiian shirt. Julia swallowed thickly as her eyes dart from Belch who spit out some blood and rubbed his cheek to Richie who’s glasses fell off and were now on the grass where he fell. Her eyes land on Patrick as he grips Richie’s shirt.

“Let him go Hockstetter!” Julia yells out getting ready to fight if she had to. This only peaks Patrick’s interest in the girl even more.

“Who? This fag? What’s he to you princess?” He asks looking from Richie to Julia. He tried to read Julia like a book like he did with everyone else but she held her composure and didn’t back down.

“He’s the only friend I got right now! Now let him go.” She growls in desperation and frustration. Hearing the word ‘friend’ made Patrick lick his lips and smirk at the girl. Now was the time to give her a choice. He took out a knife and clicked it open. The blade comes out fast and it shines in the light of the sun that was now setting. Julia’s breath hitches in her throat as she eyes the blade. Richie struggled and tried to get away but the grip on his shirt only got tighter. Now he kind of wished it was Henry Bowers and not Patrick. At least Bowers would leave a few marks. Patrick on the other hand would probably kill him instead. Or leave him to bleed to death.

“I’m gonna make you a deal princess...” Patrick says as he holds the knife up to Richie’s neck, “either you be my girlfriend. Or. Your little friend gets to be the main target of ours for the rest of his life here in Derry.” Patrick says watching as Julia gasps. Sure it was hard to read her face but her eyes gave her away quickly. She was scared. And Patrick was loving the new look. “Come in princess. What’s it gonna be? We don’t got all night.” Patrick says as he puts pressure of the knife on Richie’s neck. Richie looked at her with pleading eyes. He knew what she was going to choose and he just hoped she would be smarter than that.

Julia’s mind goes haywire. Every thought she had running through her mind so fast she was getting a head ache. Her face suddenly hardens and she looks at Richie with apologetic eyes. She looked at Patrick with her icy blue eyes and spoke with confidence.

“I will be your girlfriend on one condition.” Julia says looking at him dead in the eyes. Patrick nodded for her to go on, “never bully him again. That goes for all of the Bowers gang. And I swear to god Hockstetter, if I hear about any of you guys bullying him behind my back, I will fucking end you.” She growls the last few words. Patrick lets go of Richie and holds out the hand not gripping the knife.

“Deal?” He questions waiting for her to take his hand. Julia steps forward and takes his hand. He smirks widely and grips her hand and then tugs her close to his body. Julia gasps in surprise and misses the smirks on both Victor and Belch’s faces. Patrick takes in her scent of lavender. He presses his face into her hair and takes a deep inhale while looking at Richie who was now standing with his glasses on. Julia didn’t bother to struggle so she let Patrick creepily sniff her and grip her waist roughly. After a bit he pulls away and looks down at his new girlfriend.

“I’ll let you walk home with the fag tonight. But don’t expect it ever again.” Patrick says before slapping her butt and walking back to the Trans Am with his friends.

The walk back to their houses was deathly silent. Julia didn’t know what to say but she knew Richie was pissed, it was practically dripping off of his aura.

“I can’t believe you...” Richie says as they approach their homes, “I can’t believe you agreed to be that psycho’s girlfriend!” He yells out in frustration. “Why the hell would you do that?!” He asks his voice raising every word he spoke.

“It was either that or you get bullied the rest of your life! You don’t know if the bullying would have gotten worse or not! I couldn’t just stand there and let you get hurt Richie!” Julia exclaims, tears welling up in her eyes, “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if your bullying worsened and I was the cause of it! You get shit at home already! You don’t need Bowers and his stupid friends making everything worse!” She cries.

“You might want to watch what you say about them now! Considering you are dating one of Bowers’ friends!” Richie yells. “Did you not see the looks that Patrick and the other two were giving when you accepted? They planned this Julia! Now you are just a pawn in their stupid game!” He screams. He didn’t care who heard now. He was beyond pissed at her for not thinking and for him for being a wimp. He was so angry that he wasn’t thinking straight, “god! You’re so fucking stupid!” He yells. That did it for Julia, the tears started to stream down her face and she started to sniffle and whimper.

“Go to hell Richie Tozier.” She says through small cries and turns her back walking into her house and slamming the door. The one person that always told her how intelligent she was and boosted her self esteem, had also been the person to shatter it. Julia ignored her mother and father. She stormed to her room and plopped down on her bed. She buries her face in her pillow and lets out a scream of frustration, anger and sadness. After she calms a bit she lays still and looks around her room. Everything she had reminded her of Richie and Richie reminded her of what he said. She grabbed the picture frame that held a Polaroid of Richie and Julia with their arms around each other. Looking at it she growls and throws it into an empty box that was near her bed.

After getting rid of everything that screamed her friendship with Richie, she went to take a shower to calm down. She gets out after a while and slips on some pajamas before making her way back to her room. She was exhausted from everything that went on that afternoon. As she laid in bed she thought of what was going to happen tomorrow.

She wasn’t looking forward to the next day. The day she will be officially Patrick Hockstetter’s girlfriend. It was a big step for her, she wasn’t planning on having a boyfriend anytime soon and she definitely wasn’t planning on not being friends with Richie anymore. But what can she do?

Life goes on.

A/n: first story on my new and improved blog! Uh the title of the story is of my most recent favorite song “All That We Are” by Blue October. Let me know if you would like to be on the tag list! I will make sure I add you when I upload the other chapters! Either send me a message, comment on here or send an ask!

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kawaiilikat1994 · 6 years

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Common Ground

*heavy breathing* Okay, this is the first IT fanfic I’ve ever done, so hhhhhhhhh enjoy? {roughly 2400 words}

@darth-stetter

Chapter One: 38 Days

“Just 38 days,” I told myself as I walked towards the front doors to Derry High School. “38 days until I'm free from this hell hole.” It was our first day back to school after spring break. Kids littered the front lawn, some hanging out in the shade of the trees, some playing catch. Then there were the unlucky few being mercilessly bullied. I ignored them all, though; I didn't have any real friends. It wasn't because I was some socially awkward loser hated by everyone. I just didn't like people enough to invest that much time and energy into a relationship. Despite my general apathetic nature attitude towards people, there were a few people who considered themselves my friend, even if the extent of our relationship was smoking pot and the occasional under-age drinking.

I kept to myself as I followed my normal morning routine: visit my locker, get my English books, grab an apple from the cafeteria, and wait outside the room 'til class started. I was pretty zoned out as I ate through my apple until Gretta, the junior's worst bully walked past.

“Slut!” she yelled before shoving another junior, Bev, into the nearby lockers. There was a loud clank as Bev's bony body slammed against the wall of metal. “Off to suck another dick in the bathroom?” Gretta sneered as her friends snickered beside her.

“Shut the fuck up, you ugly toad.” Gretta and her friends all turned to face me, but the look on my face told them not to mess with me.

“Whatever,” she muttered before pulling her friends away.

“Thank-” Bev started.

“I didn't do it for you,” I interrupted her. “I just hate that stupid bitch.”

“Language.” I turned to my English teacher, Mr. Wilson, who was unlocking the door. “I'd hate to write you up this close to graduation.” I didn't reply, and when I looked back Bev had disappeared. The bell didn't ring for another three minutes, but I was used to being the first kid to class. I took my usual seat in the back left corner and watched as the rest of the class slowly filed in. Mr. Wilson was halfway through roll call when the last student, Vic, walked in.

“Mr. Criss, so nice of you to join us,” Mr. Wilson sarcastically greeted him. He continued with roll as Vic made his way to the last available desk, which happened to be the one next to mine. When Mr. Wilson finished, her sat down his clipboard and leaned back on his desk. “Okay, everyone, listen up. This year the teachers got together and decided to do something different for your senior projects. In each class you'' be paired up with someone and given your task. For this class each pair will be given a historic novel to dissect.” He continued talking as he walked around the room, handing out syllabuses. “This breaks down every task I want you to do, as well as how many points you can earn for each part. Please be aware these stories will not be short or easy; this will be your classwork for the rest of the year.” I quickly scanned the syllabus as most of the class let out a groan. Mr. Wilson clapped his hands together to regain our focus. “Rows 2, 4, and 6: look to your left and say hi to your new partner.”

I gave Vic a once over and said, “Could be worse.” He smirked and gave me a nod. I really didn't mind being paired with Vic. He wasn't the dumbest kid in class, and he kept to himself, too, meaning I didn't find him as annoying as my other classmates. Mr. Wilson held up his clipboard and began assigning each pair a novel.

“Last but not least,” he said, “Vic and April: you get The Great Gatsby.” I let out a sigh and slumped my shoulders. On the one hand, the project should be easy since I'd already the book. “On the other hand, I'd read it at least a dozen times, so I knew I'd be bored out of my mind.

“Fitzgerald, he's not so bad,” said Vic.

“You've read it before?”

“Not this book,” he answered. “I read The Beautiful and the Damned. It was pretty good.”

“No, Lauren,” Mr. Wilson snapped. “You can't switch partners because you think Ivan is gross.” Vic and I both snickered under our breath.

“So what's your phone number?” he asked.

“U-um, what?”

“What's your phone number?” he slowly repeated like I was stupid. “I was thinking we could work on this after school, so I need a way to get a hold of you.”

“Oh, right,” I laughed, mentally face palming. I quickly scribbled my name and number on a piece of paper, but I didn't give it to him right away. “Trade, mine for yours.” Vic quickly copied me, and we traded slips of paper. “It, uh, would be best if we made plans in person, or I called you instead.” Vic's brows came together in confusion, and I quickly looked down. “Just... don't call me. My dad would get super pissed.” That seemed to be a good enough explanation, and he didn't press the issue. We spent the rest of class going over the syllabus and dividing the responsibilities. Before we knew it, the bell rand, signaling the end of class. We quickly made plans to meet up after school before going our separate ways.

In my next class, Calculus, the teacher gave the same speech as before. “Now, I understand this whole 'group project' concept is a little harder to apply to mathematics,” Dr. Harper explained, “so that's why I've turned this into a tutoring project. I've split the class into two groups: those with the higher grades and those who... could use some help. Your final grade will be determined by Person A's ability to increase Person B's final grade.” I was annoyed by this proposal; it meant I'd actually have to be patient with someone. Dr. Harper began calling out the pairs, and my ears perked up when I heard my name. “April Brembly and Patrick Hockstetter.” My face fell into my hands. It was no secret that Patrick had the worst grade in class. Whether it was because he was dumb or just didn't care, I had no idea, but it didn't help that he only attended class half the time. I jumped as Patrick plopped into the desk next to mine, his long legs knocking into mine.

“April,” he said, slowly drawing my name out as he gave me a devious smile. I tried to smile back, but it probably looked like I was wincing. “Oh c'mon, this'll be fun.”

“Look, let's get one thing straight,” I replied with a serious look. “I'm not failing this class because you decided to fuck around.” His head dipped back as he laughed, and I smacked the back of his hand. “I'm not kidding! Don't screw this up for me.” He suddenly grew very serious and gave me a salute.

“Yes sir!” I rolled my eyes as he laughed again. “Lighten up, April. It's not like you won't graduate, even if we failed this class.”

“That's not the point, I snapped. “How did you even make it to this class, anyways?”

“I'm pretty sure the other teachers passed me just so they wouldn't have me in class again,” Patrick answered. “I had Mrs. Tremblay for Algebra three times. I think she started pulling her hair our because of me.” He smiled triumphantly, and I simply shook my head.

“You're awful.”

“Thanks.” He stretched out even more, placing a leg in front and behind my desk, trapping my own in place.

“Do you mind?” I asked, my voice dripping with attitude.

“Not at all,” he answered with that damned smile. I rolled my eyes again and took my assignment sheet from Dr. Harper.

“Great, derivatives,” I sighed. “Does this even look familiar to you? I'm pretty sure you slept through the only class you bothered to show up for.”

“You been keeping tabs on me”? he asked with a wink.

“No,” I blurted, but I could feel my face heating up. He just laughed and leaned forward to read the assignment sheet. His face was so close to my shoulder I could feel his breath running down my arm. I shivered as goosebumps popped up on my skin, and he responded by draping his arm around the back of my chair.

“So, teacher,” he purred in a low voice, “work your magic on me.” I avoided eye contact for the next thirty minutes as I went over all the notes I had. Honestly, I had no idea if he was listening to me at all, but I still rambled on because it was the only way to distract myself from his intense stare. When I finished talking, I held out my pencil and turned the paper towards him. H eyes the sheet for a few seconds before looking back at me.

“What's in it for me?”

“Are you serious?” I groaned.

“You think I give a shit about my grades?” he laughed. “I'm not doing this unless I get something out of it.” His eyes drifted down to my chest, and I casually draped my hand over my cleavage.

“Like what?” I snapped. His fingers brushed against my bare leg, and I jerked away. “Something reasonable.”

“Make out with me,” he answered, staring straight into my eyes.

“First of all-”

“Every day.”

“W-what?” I blurted, wide-eyed.

“You don't make out with me, I don't do the work.” My mind raced as I struggled to think of something to say, and he smiled like a predator looking at cornered prey. “I need the motivation,” he added with a shrug. How bad do you wanna pass?” We silently stared each other down; he knew I couldn't afford to fail.

“Just kissing?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said unconvincingly. After what felt like an eternity the lunch bell rang. Patrick followed me out of the room and draped his arm over my shoulders as we walked down the hallway.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a curt tone, quickly shrugging his arm off.

“Going to meet Henry,” he answered, I remembered Henry's locker was a few down from mine and felt my face heat up again, embarrassed that I thought he was following me on purpose. “You should come hang with us.”

“I'm good, thanks,” I quickly answered. We walked around the corner, and I could instantly feel Henry's gaze on us. My stomach twisted into knots. The infamous bully never paid me any attention.

“C'mon,” Patrick urged as I stopped at my locker. “It beats eating alone.”

“I like eating alone,” I argued. I felt his arm snaking around my waist, and I smacked his hand away.

“I'll give you a free baggie after school,” he coaxed. I glanced up and watched him mimic smoking a joint. My lips began to twist into a smile, and I quickly looked away.

“What do you even do during lunch?” I asked.

“Smoke in Belch's car.”

“Got any menthols?” I closed my locker and looked up again, finding a cocky smile on his face.

“Always.”

“Dude, c'mon!” Henry barked a few feet away. Patrick cupped my shoulder and steered me in his friends' direction. “What's this?” Henry asked, motioning to me.

“April, my new... friend.” I didn't like the sinister tone in his voice, but I smiled anyways.

“You cool?” Henry asked, speaking to me directly.

“I guess,” I casually replied. He looked me and up and down before huffing.

“Let's go.” He led us out of the school and over to student parking where Belch's blue Trans-Am was waiting.

“Ladies first,” Belch said as he held the driver's seat forward. I climbed into the backseat, followed by Patrick and Vic. Henry took the passenger's seat and Belch the driver's. Everyone was quiet as the cigarettes were pulled out and lit up. I took a long drag off the one Patrick gave me, closing my eyes when the wave of nicotine hit me.

“So what's the deal with you two?” Henry finally asked, eyeing Patrick and I in the rear view mirror.

“School project,” I answered before Patrick had a chance to say anything stupid. “Uh, speaking of, I'm gonna be late to the library after school today,” I told Vic. Patrick's hand slid over my thigh, and I clamped my legs together to keep from moving further north.

“Wait, you're partners with Patrick and Vic?” Henry asked.

“What's with the third degree?” I asked back, not bothering to hide my agitation.

“So my mom's gonna be at work all night,” Belch spoke up. “We'll have the whole place to ourselves.”

“April, you down?” Patrick offered.

“Who the fuck said you could invite her?” Henry barked.

“Well, we were gonna work on our project,” Vic added, “So if she just comes with-”

“Whatever,” Henry huffed.

“If you're gonna be a whiny bitch about it, I just won't go,” I threw at him. The other boys stared at me wide-eyed as Henry spun around in his seat.

“What did you say, bitch?!”

“You suddenly can't hear?” I replied, not backing down.

Henry's grip on his headrest tightened as he snarled, “Don't fucking talk to me like that.”

“Then stop treating me like shit!” I snapped. The car was silent as we stared each other down.

“Then prove you're not,” he finally said before slumping back in his seat. Patrick wrapped his arm around my shoulders, as if to comfort me, and I rolled my eyes. Henry was the first to finish his cigarette, and even though he didn't say anything, everyone knew he was impatiently waiting on us to finish. I quickly puffed on my cigarette and tossed it out the window after his. Patrick was the next to finish, followed by Belch, and eventually Vic.

“Meet here after school,” Henry said before getting out of the car. He looked back at me and added, “We'll leave your ass here if you're late.” He didn't wait for the rest of us to exit the car before walking away.

#bowers gang imagine #henry bowers imagine #vic criss imagine #belch huggins imagine #patrick hockstetter imagine #bowers gang x oc

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Thirteen O’Clock (Chapter Three)-- Patrick Hockstetter

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Summary: Alex feels something calling out to her from the woods, so she does what any person in Derry would do; she investigates.

Warnings: Cursing. That’s it I think

Pairing: None yet

Word Count: 2,090

A/N: Guys. Someone should make a moodboard or some shit for this. Keep me goING because I’m losing hope. Motivation? Don’t know her. Send me love.

Once the heel of Alex’s black combat boot stepped away from the treeline, all of the noise came rushing back in. The chirping of the birds, water lapping at the shore down below, the distant voices of the boys, and her feet crunching at the ground below. It felt like her ears had just popped after landing from a flight, and she felt uncomfortable and a thousand miles away from Derry. Looking around, Alex took into account that the forests of Derry would actually provide the perfect hunting ground for a serial killer, especially when their victimology consisted of children. Derry was practically one entire forest running through the town (and beyond) so deep, that it could take a day or two to make it all the way through. Not to mention the sewer system connecting the barrens that ran down the middle, dividing the town.

Alex walked farther, stepping over upturned roots, large rocks, and soggy patches of earth. The boys wouldn’t notice her missing- hell, they hardly noticed her presence, so she had the perfect opportunity to search for any clues to an arranged crime scene from a possible unsub. She had had a good day and a half to catch up with her brother, but now she had to get to work and do what she came here to do. As she took in her surroundings (large, green trees, rocks that could very well be boulders, roots that stuck so far up, she had to hold onto them to get over them), she noticed how powerful the forest was. It was almost humming with the feeling, like when her car had crossed the town line, and a part of her wanted to strip bare and feel like power down to her bones. However, with all that power, there was no life on the ground. Birds could be heard in the trees, but the ground was barren of any pawprints, nests or burrows.

Alex continued to follow the feeling of power, allowing it to suffocate her as she squeezed through narrow trees and huddles of rocks. It was getting dark, but she couldn’t tell- all she wanted was to know where that power was coming from and why. Why was this forest filled with it? The birds had quieted a while ago, and now the only sound was the crunching of decayed, autumn leaves, and the canal that ran alongside her. The ground began declining, much like a hill, and soon Alex found herself leveled with said canal, rather than overlooking it. The blue, twilight hue from earlier was gone, leaving Alex with nothing but the moon as her flashlight.

Carefully, Alex slid down the canal’s edge, her boots landing on top of a stable rock, while she gripped a tree branch for balance and support. The moon’s reflection was bouncing off the shallow water, providing her with dim lighting. She sat on top of the rock, her boots sinking into the muddy bank while she looked around. The powerful feeling was at its peak right here, but at the same time, she felt calm, and at home. Like she belonged here, like this specific spot was built for her. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her leather jacket for warmth, and she found her fingertips absentmindedly tracing her FBI badge that was tucked away within them. She always kept the badge on her, even while she was supposed to be undercover, and the familiarity felt nice. Alex didn’t want to admit it, but Quantico, Virginia had become her home the past few years. Her team had become her family, and each case had become a part of her. Derry was just a nuisance, and her brother was a missing puzzle piece- one she wasn’t entirely sure she’d be able to complete at this point.

A sudden curse from the side of Alex caught her attention, causing her to jump and turn her head. Sticks and rocks were tumbling down the side of the bank and into the canal before a lanky figure emerged from between the trees. “How the actual shit, did you get all the way out here? Huh?” the voice questioned, filled with irritation and anger. Alex had no clue who the voice belonged to, so she stayed quiet, instead choosing to stand on the rock, giving her a taller stance. “I asked you a question, kitten.”

“How the fuck did you find me, Hockstetter?” Alex gasped, finally realizing who it was that was talking to her.

Patrick maneuvered himself along the edge of the bank until he was standing on the huddle of rocks just beside Alex. “I followed your boot marks as far as I could, then I just fucking winged it. Vic’s losing his shit lookin’ for ya. Belch and Henry have been driving him around town, trying to calm him down. I’m not good with that shit, so I decided to look ‘round here for ya. And what’d’ya know,” he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, the sleeves of his jacket pulled up to his elbows. Scratches and bruises littered his arms, most new, some old.

“Shit, I didn’t even realize how late it was. I just… I just wandered off like some god damned child,” Alex grumbled, running her hands through her hair in frustration.

“I didn’t take you as the reckless type if we’re being honest. If anything, that’s Vic. Did you see a chipmunk or a rabbit or somethin’?”

“No, no. Matter of fact, I didn’t see any damn animals. This place is weird, ‘Trick-” Patrick’s eyes narrowed at the nickname, but Alex was too busy overlooking the canal to notice. “Before I entered the treeline, I couldn’t hear anything. I couldn’t hear the barrens below, I couldn’t hear when you guys popped open the beer cans, or when Belch slammed his trunk closed. I could hardly hear you guys talking. Nothing. So I decided to come in here, see what it was like- and then all the noise came back. The birds, the water, your voices, my boots. Everything. And then this feel-”

“You’re ranting.”

“Did I ask?”

“Did I ask?” Patrick countered.

“Uh, yeah. You asked what I saw to make me come in here, to make me wander off. And I’m telling you. But whatever, go fuck yourself,” Alex grumbled, glaring at the taller boy, even though they stood at the same height due to the rocks. “Do you know how to get out of here?”

“Nope. But we’ve got all night to figure it out,” Patrick snickered, holding out his hand and wiggling his fingertips for Alex to take. With a scoff, Alex shoved her shoulder against Patrick’s, and made her way up the bank, waiting for Patrick to follow. With a shake of his head and a dark smirk, Patrick stalked his way up the bank, following after the red-head.

All Alex needed to do to get them out of the forest, was leave the feeling of the power behind. As the feeling weakened, and air began to get lighter, she knew they were heading in the right direction. And, soon enough, three hours later, they were passing through the treeline where everything quieted down once again.

“Nice going, Tracker,” Patrick snickered, causing Alex to roll her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s get you home,” Alex grumbled, pulling out her keys and unlocking her car. Now that the power had left her, she felt unnaturally weak and tired, and like she’d collapse at any second. But with heavy limbs, she trudged her way to the driver’s side of the car. She laid her hand on the cool metal for support once she got there, leaning all of her body weight onto that one arm as she did so.

“You alright over there?” Patrick questioned, his head peering over the car from his spot at the passenger side.

“Yeah, yeah,” Alex whispered, her eyes shut. “Just tired for some reason. Give me a sec’.”

“Well, I mean, it’s probably like one in the morning. I wouldn’t doubt that you’re tired with all the traveling you’ve done. State wise, and forest wise,” Patrick joked to himself, but Alex didn’t laugh. “Give me the keys, I’ll drive. Vic’ll let me room with him.”

“No fucking way. You’re not touching my keys, and you’re not driving my car.”

“Well, there’s no way I��m letting your messed-up-ass drive us home. You’ll end up with us both in the canal, or wedged into a tree. Come on, Criss. You’re tired, it’s one o’clock in the morning, and you have school in the morning. If we don’t leave now, you won’t get enough sleep to function properly. You can sleep in the car, I’ll drive nice and slow for ya, make sure we don’t hit any bumps. If you don’t let me drive, we’ll have problems. You’ll be swervin’ on the road. You might hit something- or someone. It’ll take us longer to get you home because you’d need to drop me off, and then you’d be driving alone. And there’s a chance you’d get pulled over with how ya’d be drivin’. So just hand me the keys, and climb on in the passenger seat,” Patrick persuaded, his voice an unusual calm, mellow tone. Alex knew she was being manipulated right now, but god damn did this boy know how to string words together, because she found herself sliding her keys across the top of her black Mustang, a scowl on her tired face.

“If anything happens to my baby, I’ll run you over so many times, you’ll become one with the ground.”

“Sounds delightful. Now come on, get in,” Patrick grinned, pulling Alex around the front and carefully pushing her into the passenger side of the car. He got into the driver’s side and started the car, not even bothering with a buckle as he pulled out of the overlook. Once the car started moving, and the trees began whisking by, Alex was lulled to sleep, just as Patrick had promised.

Alex was woken up the next morning to the bang of her bedroom bursting open, and a body flinging itself onto her. Out of instinct, Alex screeched and shot her hands out, ready to strangle and attack whoever this person was. But when she noticed white hair and her familiar bed sheets, she relaxed her arms, and instead groaned in discomfort. “Vic, get off,” she whined, trying to shove at the boy.

“Where the hell were you last night?” Vic yelled, pushing himself onto his arms so he could stare down at his twin sister. His hair was sticking in every other direction, with his blue eyes a wild mess of concern.

“Roamin’.”

“Fuck you, that’s not a god damn answer.”

“Fuck you, mom. I went into the woods, and went a little farther than expected, and lost track of time. Patrick found me and brought me ho-. Wait… how the hell did I get in my room?” Alex suddenly wondered out loud, sitting up, nearly knocking heads with Vic.

“Patrick brought you inside. He woke me up this morning before he left to let me know that he found you last night,” Vic informed, rolling to the side of Alex and settling down on the bed.

“What time is it?”

“Ten.”

“What?” Alex yelled, her eyes wide with horror when she realized she was late for school. “God damn it, Vic, why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” she yelled, stumbling out of bed.

“Hey, chill out. You were out all night, you don’t need to go to school. Just rest today.”

“Is that really the mindset you’ve had the past five years? I’m not dying, I’m fine, I can go to school! Get your fucking ass up, Victor!”

“Wow, that boarding school really did a number on ya,” Vic grumbled, begrudgingly pulling himself from the comfortable sheets of his sister’s bed. Alex stared at him in confusion for a minute, her mind blanking on what boarding school he was talking about before she quickly remembered.

“Shove it. Just get ready, would ya? Third period starts in half an hour.”

“Yeah, whatever, Wanderer,” Vic muttered, his mood deflating at the thought of going to school without the gang. The boys were all down at Henry’s, where he was supposed to be once Alex woke up. But he knew he needed to go to school too, he just didn’t want to do it without the boys; something he hadn’t done in a long while.

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For @misszura

This art also gave me idea that was also used in their fanfiction ( I didn't read Toziette yet :') )

So Jane Tozier, is helping Henry to study because he actually believes her the most. He has dyslexia, so he isn't good at grammar either, he would usually get 4 out of english class and the fact that teachers despise him so much, he never got good grade.

Jane did everything to help Henry at least <3

#bowers gang #it movie #patrick hockstetter #it oc #henry bowers #it 2017 #victor criss #belch huggins #henry bowers x reader #the bowers gang #it stephen king #it fanart #it chapter one #it headcanons #itmovie

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aoibhs · 6 years

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One Hot Day In Derry

Chapter One

It was the second day of summer. It was half eleven in the morning and Nora had just woken up. She intended on lying in bed for a while, staring at the view of the clear blue sky from her bedroom window. But then there was God's gift of errands.

"Nora, will you go down to the store for me?" Her father's voice called.

She tumbled out of bed, taking all her bed clothes with her.

"Yeah!" She called back half-heartedly.

She got up from the floor and approached her wardrobe, trying to think of something to wear that wouldn't be too warm, like her mistakes of the previous day. Shorts and a tops.. Yeah, shorts and a top. That seemed reasonable.

"What are you wearing?" Her dad eyed her as she came down the stairs.

"Is that what you're wearing to the party tonight?" Her mother asked casually as she made pancakes.

"What party?" Her dad looked at his wife in bewilderment, "When was I going to be informed of this party?"

"Rob, I told you last night. Do you ever listen to me?" She rolled her eyes.

"Now hang on a second, Joan, but you can't expect me to allow our daughter to leave the house wearing that?"

"What do you want me to get from the store?" Nora sighed, toying with her sunglasses.

"Ah yes," Her father turned back to her again, remembering his original intentions. He was a man that could be very easily distracted, "We need more flour and bread and milk. If you see anything there that you think we're low on, just buy it,"

"Oh, and can you slip this in the mailbox for us?" Joan Sheridan rummaged through a bunch of loose paper on the kitchen counter, finding an envelope and handing it to Nora.

"Who's this for?" She took the letter from her mother and looking at the recipient's address inquisitively.

"Never you mind, young lady," Rob Sheridan rose to his feet to playfully push his daughter towards the door, "Just do as your told, eh?"

"Yeah yeah, I'm going," The fourteen year old rolled her eyes and left the house, placing her circular sunglasses in front of her eyes.

"Tch, I swear, young people these days.. parties..Tch," He mumbled to himself, going back to the kitchen table.

It was already warmer than it had been the previous day. Wearing shorts was probably the best decision she had made in her entire life. Nora didn't have a bike, didn't want one. So, she just walked everywhere in Derry. She walked from her avenue to another to another, and then finally to the main streets of the town, past the pharmacy, past the butchers, until she finally found a green mailbox and slipped the mysterious letter inside.

A car's horn went off and it went off loud.

"Stop the car, stop the car!" Henry Bowers barked at Belch, who pulled in near the curb, right beside the mailbox, "Damn!" Henry stood up in the car, leaning an elbow against the windscreen. Nora usually found it easy to pay no heed to the Bowers Gang. But in this instance, they were directly in front of her and actually addressing her.

"Can I help you?" She asked casually, feeling it was better to talk than to stand there quivering in silence.

"How did I miss you?" Henry grinned at her. Nora shrugged, because she didn't know what to say. But it looked like she was asking the same question, from the boys' point of view.

"Oh, you're a real spitfire, ain'tcha?" Patrick exclaimed excitedly from the back of Belch's car.

"You should come for a ride with us," Henry smirked, putting on his most charming facial expression.

"Depends," The girl shrugged again.

"On what?" Bowers basically spluttered. Was she refusing?

"Where are we going?" Nora reached up to remove her sunglasses and placed them on the top of her head, just past her hairline.

"Where do you wanna go, sweet cheeks?" Patrick leaned forwards. Nora cringed internally at the new pet name.

"I have stuff to do boys, but thanks for the invitation," She shrugged, stalling to put her glasses on long enough to notice Vic Criss in the far corner of the backseat with some sort of half smile on his lips. What was he thinking? What was he smirking at? She cast out those questions from her head and remembered that she was planning on leaving. So, she turned around planning to go.

"Wait, hold up, dollface," Henry jumped out of the car, following her and forcing her to spin around to him by grabbing a hold of her arm. It didn't hurt, it was just sudden and, of course, restraining, "What kind of stuff?"

"Boring stuff, Bowers," Nora shook her head, "You wouldn't like it,"

"That, I wouldn't," She noticed his eyes looking everywhere but her face, trailing down her neckline. She felt fidgety all of a sudden and began to struggle ever-so slightly against his grip on her. And so it became tighter, and he fixed tense eyes on her with a devilish grin, enjoying the new reactions he was getting from her.

"Henry," Belch said, leaning towards the passenger seat's door.

"What?" The mullet-boy nearly growled at him.

"We better get a move on if we want to catch the new kid," He stated. Nora could hear traces of unease in his voice, she nearly felt smug that she could hear it, "Wouldn't want him to get away,"

Henry went quiet then. Kind of an angry sort of quiet. He had to chose one thing over another, he couldn't have both and it annoyed him. Patrick noticed this and started laughing.

"This isn't over, dollface," He muttered, clearly still annoyed, but probably more annoyed at Patrick now.

"Whatever you say," Nora shot him a small smile as he let go of her. She didn't hang around and headed down the street to the store to get her parents' supplies.

"Who even is that?" Patrick chortled before sitting back down in the car.

Chapter Three

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smolcaffeineaddict · 3 years

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The fandoms I can write about

I posted a send me fic/hcs ideas a few weeks ago and only talked about the Bowers Gang, but I never said anything about the other fandoms that I could write about, so here’s a list:

Star Wars (especially Rogue One, it’s my favourite one)

Jassian headcanons and fics (can be smut)

Diary Of A Wimpy Kid trilogy

Rodrick Heffley (x reader) headcanons and fics (can be smut)

Galasta, my Star Wars fan-comics (nothing is published yet but I’d like you to know more about my OCs before) (It developped over years of MaDD)

Nate Krennic (Orson Krennic and Mon Mothma’s son) headcanons (maybe smut, depends on the request)

the O’Brian family (Lawrence O’Brian and Abigaëlle Rochelle and their kids, Braxton, Terry, Tessa, Vic and Scott) headcanons (no smut)

Galasta!Ahsoka Tano (she differs from the canon version, she’s not it the same timeline) headcanons (no smut)

Galasta!Jassian headcanons (maybe smut, depends on the request)

Galasta!Original trio (includes Galasta!Ahsoka) headcanons (no smut)

I’ll see later if I add more characters or not because it may be spoilery stuff

It (2017)

The Bowers Gang (x reader) headcanons and fics (can be smut)

Henry Bowers (x reader) headcanons and fics (can be smut)

Patrick Hockstetter (x reader) headcanons and fics (can be smut)

Victor Criss (x reader) headcanons and fics (can be smut)

Belch Huggins (x reader) headcanons and fics (can be smut)

Bloodline

Nolan Rayburn (x reader) headcanons and fics (can be smut)

That’s it guys, I may update this. I wanted to do a bit more than just the Bowers Gang. I hope the way I organized this post was not so confusing and is readable.

#It 2017 #Henry Bowers #Patrick Hockstetter #Victor Criss #Vic Criss #Belch Huggins #Reginald Huggins #Reginald Belch Huggins #Bowers Gang #Rogue One #Jassian #Jyn Erso x Cassian Andor #Diary Of A Wimpy Kid #Rodrick Heffley #Bloodline #Nolan Rayburn

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windless-hurricane · 6 years

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Pennywise and the Dancing Girl

Chapter 6: She's the Life of the Party

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SUMMARY: Emma has an unknown past with the clown of many names. IT to the ones he haunts, Pennywise to himself, and Robert Gray to her. Although she hates and regrets this, she lives with it anyways. However, that begins to change once she meets Henry Bowers, the local asshole.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Enjoy the drama!

WARNINGS (for the entire series): Explicit language, violence, graphic scenes involving blood and/or death, some sexuality, and some underage drinking and drug use.

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

PENNYWISE AND THE DANCING GIRL MASTERLIST

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"A party," I asked softly.

"Yeah," Henry responded, stubbing out his cigarette against the curb.

"Where at?"

"Greta's." My face immediately grimaced at the name. Greta. I didn't like her at all. She was a freshman like me, but a complete bitch for no reason. She just thought she had power over people because she had money. She was a basic brat.

"Greta's such a bitch though," I informed them, taking a hit from Vic's cigarette.

"A bitch who can throw a party," he added smartly.

"It's only because she has the house for it," Vic stated, taking the cigarette from me. That she did. Her house was practically a mansion. Meanwhile, I lived in some trashy storage unit.

I felt someone nudge my shoulder and lifted my head, looking over to Belch.

"You down," he asked with hopeful eyes and I couldn't help but smirk a bit. Belch always had a cute way of asking things. Confusion would overwhelm his voice and his eyes would go wide like a puppy's. He did it with everybody. He just never noticed.

While his eyes did a good job of convincing, I was still unsure. I've been to plenty of parties; but more often than not, they were full of unnecessary and childish drama. I just wanted the drinks, music, and pretty lights, but that would be especially hard to obtain at a place like Greta's. She was the queen of gossip and bullshit.

"You said you would," Henry announcing, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I said maybe," I corrected bluntly.

"You know one day your eyes are going to roll right out of your head."

"Good, then at least I won't have to look at your ugly mug anymore."

"Ugly? Who was the one checking me out at the quarry?" I froze. He noticed that?

"I was not, and how do you even remember that?"

"Oh, believe me, sweetheart. That face was not easy to forget."

"You act like you're so innocent. You were clearly checking me out that day too."

"I wasn't the only one," he defended, pointing to Vic and Belch. "They were too."

"Don't throw us under the bus with you," Vic chocked.

"You just looked nice," Belch mumbled with a reddened face and I really couldn't be mad at him.

"Don't worry about it. I forgive you and Vic, but not that perv over there," I gestured to Henry.

"Perv?!"

"Guys," Vic called out. "This isn't going to get us anywhere. It's just one question." He looked at me. "And it's completely up to you. Do you want to come to the party?"

"She's probably too much of a prude to," Henry muttered, leading me to glare at him.

"I'm not a prude. I'm going," I stated boldly. "When is it?"

"This Friday at 7," Vic responded.

"Cool then." And I grabbed Vic's cigarette, bringing it to my lips and inhaling deeply.

"Do you want us to pick you up from your house," Belch queried and I coughed in panic.

"No, no. Um, I can just meet you guys there."

"You know where she lives?"

"Yeah, I've seen it plenty of times."

From the corner of my eye, I saw that Henry was watching me. I bit my lip. I was too jumpy and he noticed, and he definitely wouldn't forget it either. He had too good of a memory.

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So, here I was, standing in front of my tubs of clothes and wondering what I should wear for the party. Did I just wear what I normally did? Jeans, t-shirt, and a jacket or something prettier?

I looked over to the very few dresses that I had, placing my hand under my chin. I wasn't a big dress wearer though. Wait. Why was I even considering a dress? I'm not trying to impress anyone...or am I? Henry immediately popped into my head and I gasped, shaking my head. Nope, nope. Not him. You only dress to impress yourself. That's who.

I face palmed, continuing to gaze at the clothes. Why was this way harder than I thought it'd be? 'Just think.'

'Ok. I change my mind on the dress, but I do have a skirt somewhere. I think it's a black one. I'll just have to find it. Then, I'm wearing tights because I don't want to be that scandalous. As for a shirt, white would work. Jacket, definitely my denim one and I already know what shoes I'm going to wear. Cool, this could actually work.'

I nodded my head as started rummaging through the tubs, grabbing the skirt, a pair of black tights that didn't have holes in them, and a white shirt. I looked in the mirror as I put each item on and so far, it had looked great.

Now for the final touch, my white pair of Doc Martens. I remembered when they first came out and they were so gorgeous, I just had to have them despite the cost. I treasured them a lot and they were perfect for this outfit.

I slipped them on and after a few poses, I was good to go. All I needed was perfume. Got it. Deodorant, done. A few touch ups to my hair, cool.

Alright, you could do this. I grabbed my jacket as I left the bunker.

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It was a bit of a far walk to Greta's, but I also ran from the Neibolt house to the bunker before so this wouldn't be a problem. The only thing that could possibly slow me down would be an unexpected visit from an unwanted entity. It was rather annoying. All the voices trying to guilt trip me and all the red balloons, but I couldn't indulge in him. It was what he wanted. He was a pest like that. I mentally sighed.

These flashbacks seemed to have become a constant too. It was like I couldn't catch a break. I could just be sitting next to Vic or Belch, laughing, and all of sudden everything would turn dark and they would be replaced by others. The same happened with Henry a lot too. I had my moments where I would just be looking at him and he would abruptly be replaced by the boy in my dreams. It irked me and successfully made me feel guilty too. I just wanted it to stop.

Then, I started hearing the loud music in the distance and was grateful that the walk managed to stay peaceful.

I grew closer with each step and wondered if the guys were already there. I wondered if they would start without me. Henry probably would, but I think Vic and Belch would be more considerate. I didn't actually care. I just didn't want to be left alone because they were the whole reason I was going.

After a few more minutes of passing other mansions, I finally stopped in front of Greta's. The reason I remembered was because of its ugly color - green. Not saying that green was an ugly color in general, it was just the shade of it - swampy green. It was also the house that was basically flowing and surrounded by a bunch of kids, pushing to get in. I recognized most of them from school, but they obviously didn't recognize me.

I sighed and glanced around. Amy was nowhere to be seen. Maybe they thought they could be cool by being "fashionably late."

I hope their definition of it wasn't hours late though. They hadn't warned me. That was why I only came 20 minutes late. If they decided to pull that, I was going to be very upset and most likely throw vulgarities at them. Until then though, I might as well wait inside.

(HENRY'S P.O.V.)

We pulled up in Amy and I instantly hopped out as Belch came to a stop. I looked towards Greta's and it seemed like the party was already under way with the house lit and the music blaring. There were a few kids outside and none of them were Emma. Where was that weirdo? She was probably already inside, picking fights with people.

I smirked as Vic stood beside me.

"You think Emma's already here," he asked and I nodded.

"Probably. Let's go."

I walked up the pathway and through the door with them following close behind. The moment I walked in, the kids close by flinched and moved aside uneasily. It was enough to make me smirk again.

I glanced around quickly and the house was close to packed. Everyone was either down here or upstairs, but somehow the blue and purple lights of the disco balls captured everything. They were pretty cool.

But there was still no sign of Emma. Where could she be hiding?

I turned to Vic and Belch and raised my voice,

"See if you can find Emma." Luckily, I was somewhat audible and they both nodded in response, leaving in opposite directions.

I went from room to room, everyone clearing an easy path for me. I finally came to the dining room and stopped dead in my tracks.

I found her.

...and wow. She looked...amazing.

She stood there and looked...absolutely beautiful. I didn't know which it was: the clothes or the lights. The clothes were definitely different, but not the bad kind. It was like she was carefree and not trying to hide for once, and the lights only accentuated that.

I could actually see all of her. The way her hair fell against her face and curled right at the end. The curve of her nose and fuller cheeks. The deep brown of her shining eyes. Every scar from the ones on her neck to the one framing the side of her face. The plumpness of her pink lips.

How did I not noticed this before?

Well, I did, just not as vividly. I had noticed her cuteness. The way her cheeks would rise when she'd smile or laugh and how her eyes would squint as she did so. I noticed the softness and warmness of her skin when she would accidentally or purposely touch me and how small her hands were compared to mine. I noticed the gentleness of her voice behind all the harshness. However, this was all on a whole new level that I appreciated much more.

I was disappointed I didn't see it like this sooner, but I was seeing it right now. I was seeing her right now and I could do something about it.

I took a step forward, but someone beat me to it. Vic beat me to it. I curled my hand in a fist and watched as he leaned closer to her ear, whispering something.

(BACK TO EMMA'S POV)

"Do you want to get a drink," Vic asked loudly. Normally, this would've hurt my ear, but the music was close to deafening and there weren't a lot of options.

"Yeah," I responded with a nod.

He pointed to the counter and led me over. As we walked, I finally noticed that it was a small bar. I cocked an eyebrow, shaking my head. Rich people. He made his way behind it and I sat on the stool opposite from him.

"So what'll you have?!"

"What?!" He laughed.

"What'll you have?!"

"Oh! Only your finest," I joked.

"Only the finest for the finest girl here!" I snorted, watching as he filled a red cup with something obscene.

He set it in front of me and poured another cup for himself.

"What is it," I asked.

"Um, vodka!" He observed the glass bottle in his hand and laughed. "I think!"

"What a great bartender," I giggled and he titled his head, smiling.

He came back around and sat beside me. I took a quick swig and let the burning sensation take over, finishing with a small 'Ah.' Meanwhile, his face scrunched up in distaste.

"Lightweight," I asked jokingly.

"No, course not," he retorted with a smirk. "You?!"

"Not a lightweight either!" We continued to drink in a comfortable silence, well, comfortable loudness.

"I never got to ask you, but uh, well, you don't have to answer," he started, making me look at him. I hummed,

"What is it?!"

"Well, what happened," he asked as his pointed to his own face and traced along his temple. He wanted to know about my scar? I brought my hand up to my face and covered it softly.

I shook my head, "I don't remember!"

"Really?!"

"Yeah, it must've been when I was little or something because I don't remember when I got it!" It wasn't a complete lie.

"Your parents never told you?!" I gasped quietly. Parents?

And something suddenly sparked in my head. There was a man, a woman, just small glimpses. I had to push them away.

"Nope!" And he nodded, causing me to relax.

"Sorry, if I was intruding!"

"No, not at all," I smiled. "Just no one ever asks about it and I never expected you to!"

"It just seemed like it hurt!" I laughed.

"It probably did!" Enough for it to scar, it most likely did.

I left my hand fall and it accidentally grazed his arm.

"Sorry," I muttered, but he only smiled. We stayed like that for a few moments until he spoke again.

"Wanna dance?!" My face immediately flushed. Dance? Dance? Really? Why?

"I don't know how to dance," I yelled back.

"Then, you can learn!" He stood up and placed himself in front of me, reaching out his hand while I stared in shock.

"Emma?!"

"Yeah?!"

"May I have this dance?!" I shook my head in disbelief before smiling.

"Sure!" I took his hand and stood up with him as he led me to where other kids were dancing their hearts away, or trying to.

I was incredibly tense as we stopped and stood in front of one another, my hand still in his. He pulled me closer and placed my hand on his shoulder. Then, he gently took the other and did the same. Finally, he put his hands on both sides of my waist.

"You need to calm down," he laughed.

"Sorry," I apologized, loosening up a bit. "So, how do we do this?! Is there some kind of special foot pattern or what?!" He shook his head.

"You just sway!" And he did. So I followed shortly, looking up at him.

It was unbelievably calming facing with him. For a second, I felt like there was no Gray. That maybe I was just a normal teenager.

Towards the end of the song, he leaned his forehead against mine and I didn't move away. I simply shut my eyes. When I opened them back up, I gasped and stumbled back. Henry?

I blinked repeatedly and he became Vic again.

"Are you ok," he asked with concern riddling his eyes. What the hell just happened? He just fucking turned into Henry. It was almost like one of my flashbacks, except it wasn't a person from my past. It was someone from now. It was Henry. What the hell does that mean?

"Yeah," but I was interrupted by a crashing sound that caused us both to pull away. What the hell was that? And somehow, I knew.

A crowd of kids began to gather and we both looked at each other, feeling the impulse to add onto it. So we did, but I wanted that clear view.

I pushed through kids, not caring if I was shoving or earning glares. I just needed to confirm it. Once I got to the front, I was met with broken glass and a beyond pissed Greta.

It looked like someone broke their wine case and who else could it be but the only guy walking out of the house?

I quickly headed towards the door and made my way out. I glanced around the area as I walked down the pathway, finally spotting him to the side.

I walked over quietly and sat beside him on the grass, not saying anything. He was just staring out into space, but I'm pretty sure he noticed I was here. He just didn't want to say anything either.

I looked at him and his expression was so stern. He seemed angry, but not quite. He wasn't there yet. He also didn't seem drunk.

"Why are you here," he questioned hardly and I looked away.

"I just came to see what was going on," I responded.

"Why aren't you off with your boyfriend?" I furrowed my eyebrows. Boyfriend? What? Was he talking about Vic? What shocked me even more was the disdain that laced his voice.

"What boyfriend?"

"Who do you think?"

"Vic?" He didn't answer. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Didn't look like it." Was he mad about this?

"If you were talking about when we were dancing, it was just dancing. People can do that without it meaning anything."

"Not with the way he was looking at you."

"And? Even if there was something going on, why would it matter to you," I asked, clearly irritated.

"Well, it doesn't."

"Ok then," I added, taking a short pause. "Anyway, what was that all about?"

"Nothing, someone just pissed me off." Of course. Something always had to happen when he was pissed off...my eyes widened. Just like what happened with Ben. I turned to Henry quickly.

I never forgot what I saw. I always planned on bringing it up, but when we were alone...and we're alone now.

I nodded, "Oh." I paused again.

"Hey, Henry?"

"What?"

"There's something I've been meaning to ask you and it's about that day at the arcade."

"You mean when you stopped from going in there?"

"Yeah."

"What about it?"

"Well, I saw it." He tensed up.

"Saw what?"

"I saw what you did to him - to Ben."

"And?" Did he really just say 'And?'

"And? Really? You literally scarred him for life and all you have to say is and?"

"How do hell do you know it's going to scar?"

"Because I've had my fair share," I explained, gesturing to my face. "And his is not going to heal completely. It's going to stay with him and he's going to have to look back on that everyday. He's going to have to deal with the fact that some insecure douchebag marked him."

"What the fuck did you just say," he asked menacingly, standing up. I wasn't going to let myself be towered over.

"You're not deaf," I stated, picking myself up to join him.

"Goddamnit, Emma. If you were anyone else, I'd be beating the shit outta you."

"That is exactly what I mean. You don't care about what you do to other people. You just care about yourself and what you could do to make yourself feel better."

"Emma," he warned.

"I'm not done. I know why you don't want me to keep going because if I do, you'll have to face the truth that you don't want to hear."

"Don't think that you know anything about me."

"I know everything about you, Henry. I know that the reason you lash out on everybody is because you feel completely powerless."

"Shut up!"

"I know that the reason you want everybody to be afraid of you is because deep down, you're terrified."

"Stop!"

"I know how weak and vulnerable you actually feel and it scares you at how easily I was able to figure you out."

"No!"

"Yes and you know it. Whatever's going on with you, yeah, it sucks, but it doesn't excuse what you've been doing. It's wrong. Hurting people is wrong."

"Yeah? Well, I would do it all over again." And that set me off edge because almost involuntarily, my fist collided with his cheek. He landed on the ground with a thud, but I didn't feel any remorse for him. I simply glared down at him.

"Once you stop being an asshole and realize I'm right, then you can come back to me. Otherwise, don't bother showing your face."

With that, I stormed off.

(HENRY'S POV)

I let my head fall back against the ground as I fought the saltiness clawing at my eyes. Fuck. I covered them quickly.

What the fuck did I do?

END OF CHAPTER 6

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god--baby · 6 years

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get in masterpost

Henry Bowers x gender ambiguous reader

after a little bit of tension, you end up being Henry Bowers’s baby.

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

part twelve

part thirteen

part fourteen and epilogue

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chaotic-creatures · 5 years

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I’m writing a story!

I just started it, it is going to be a Stan Uris x OC fic. With some slight!Richie Tozier x OC in there and hints of Patrick Hockstetter x OC. I don’t know what I will be naming it yet but it’s basically set a little before IT shows up and then it will have parts with the summer everything happens, times after it when the losers get older and then i don’t know what I’ll do after that.

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in the story’s tag list! I will post my process for the first chapter once I get a bit deeper into the story

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Derry - Chapter 2: Someone Old, Someone New

Author’s Note: Welcome back to Derry! This chapter clocks in at 3417 words. Enjoy! (And, in case you missed it, here’s chapter one.)

In the sweltering weeks following my family’s adjustment (or re-adjustment, in the case of my father and I) to Derry life, I remain mostly sedentary, spending most of my time either in my room or in the backyard. My homely hobbies consist mostly of reading and enjoying whatever television shows manage to captivate my ever-shortening attention span. The days following my father’s departure for Bangor for work are quieter, as there’s one less person to pressure me into sightseeing a town with no real sights. And, as I don’t leave the house, Sophia has me babysit Gabriel, which is not a problem considering he could spend hours with Legos and coloring books.

But, as school draws closer, and the dog days of summer grow more humid than anything I’ve ever experienced before, I find myself taking more and more solo trips into the town square. It isn’t just to shop, though I do find myself with a Derry-appropriate wardrobe in no time. I don’t want to be a completely new face come the first day of my senior year, and I’m gunning for one of these outings to result in my coming across some other people attending Derry High. I’m not asking for friends, just some acquaintances who may not immediately avert their gazes upon seeing me flounder in the hallways.

Plus, as my father has his car and Sophia is loathe to part with hers in case of emergencies, I’ve considered my leisurely walks into town and back to be the most exercise I’ve had in ages.

Though the first few outings end fruitlessly, it comes to a head when, on August seventeenth, I enter Keene’s for the first time since the day we’d moved here. I immediately recognize the girl sitting at the counter where Mr. Keene had been before. She snaps her gum as she talks lowly to someone obscured from my vantage point by the sterile white aisles. After a breathless moment, I realize she hasn’t noticed me and head over to the feminine hygiene products, where I bump right into a girl with beautiful long red hair.

“Whoa.” I stumble back.

“Sorry.” The girl sucks in her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

She looks old enough to be in high school. Her face is beautifully structured; high cheekbones, dainty mouth, piercing yet friendly eyes set against a backdrop of pale skin smattered with freckles. I’d guess she’s about sixteen, maybe older.

The Tampax box she’d had in her hands moments before now lies on the ground, logo-down. We reach for it at the same time and bump heads.

“Sorry,” I say.

“No need.” The girl stoops down and picks up the box. She tilts her head to appraise me as she straightens up. “I haven’t seen you around before.”

“I’m new. Well, kind of. I used to live here.” Realizing that most of my explanation is pointless, I add, “I’m Stella.”

“Beverly.” The girl, Beverly, smiles. “Well, kind-of-new kid Stella, it’s nice to meet you. I used to be the new kid, too; moved here almost two years ago.”

I faintly hear the bell above the shop door chime as someone exits.

“Are you going to Derry High in the fall?” she asks, and smiles wider as I nod. “I’ll be in my junior year. We could have lunch together sometime.”

“That sounds great. I’ll be a senior.” I grip on the strap of my cross-body bag, grateful that my plan has worked.

Beverly’s smile turns wry as her attention turns back to the box in her hands. “Well, I’d better get going. I’ll see you around-”

She turns and freezes. At the other end of the aisle stands the denim-loving, gum-snapping girl, her big lined eyes narrowed into slits. Her tight jeans are several shades darker than her denim fringe jacket, and her curly hair is pulled up into a slightly frizzy side pony.

Beverly takes an instinctive step back, bumping back into me.

“Well, if it isn’t Beaverly and Nobody. Have you found a new best friend, Beaverly?” The girl laughs, a harsh contrast to the light elevator-like music playing throughout the store. “Better watch out there, new girl. Beaverly’s trash. Then again, so are you for hanging out with a stupid slut like her.”

Beverly clenches her teeth. “What is it, Gretta? Am I a stupid slut, or trash? Make up your mind.” The last part is muttered lowly, but in the otherwise quiet of the store it’s almost echoing.

Gretta scowls. “I just wanted to remind you. Before you and the losers you hang out with get it into your heads that you can talk back like that at school. You’re nothing.”

While Gretta talks, I notice Beverly’s hands quick at work. Within seconds, the Tampax box slips from her grasp and into the bag hanging by her side. And just like that, it’s as if she’d never been holding it.

“Thanks for the reminder, Gretta. See you in school.” Beverly’s voice is so falsely cheerful that I have to hold back a snort of laughter. She turns away, walking quickly to the door, and I follow, all the while listening to Gretta grumble as she returns to the counter, completely unaware of Beverly’s actions.

Once we’re outside and a block away from the store, Beverly sticks her tongue out at me. She begins, “I know this isn’t the best first impression, stealing tampons and all-”

“No, it’s all good.” I stuff my hands into the pockets of my capris and smile as we walk to nowhere in particular. “I don’t blame you at all. She seems horrible.”

“She doesn’t like most people.” Beverly shakes her head. “She’s got friends - lackeys, more like - but bullies almost everyone in town. Mostly girls, but she’s not opposed to pushing around the guys, too.”

I suck in a breath. “That’s rough.”

“At least you’re a grade above her. Can’t touch you during classes.” Beverly shoots me a worried look. “Derry High is small. I usually share most of my classes with her.”

I feel a pang of worry, looking at how wistfully Beverly stares at the sidewalk beneath us, as though she wishes she could just sink into it. But, just as that vulnerability begins to appear on her face, she straightens up, face brightening.

“But, like I said, you’re invited to my table anytime. I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind.” She smiles for a moment before continuing. “Though I’m not sure you’d want to completely ruin your rep by sitting with us losers.”

“Gretta seems like the real loser here.” I kick at a pebble, watching it erratically scuttle down the sidewalk.

“She’s the worst Gretta.” Noticing my confusion, she adds, “There’s two. Gretta Keene and Gretta Bowie. Bowie’s your age.”

“Joyful.” Just thinking about how senior year might go with these two Grettas - plus the strange guys Victor hangs around with - sets off alarm bells. Is it too late to apply to that private school in Bangor? Surely there can’t be any Grettas there, too.

Beverly laughs. “Joyful is just about the most inaccurate descriptor for Gretta Bowie. But she’s relatively harmless, so long as you don’t grab her attention. Plus, I doubt she’ll have time to terrorize anyone else this year.”

“‘Anyone else’?” I repeat.

“She and her boyfriend broke up right before school ended. Let’s just say she didn’t take it well.” Beverly adjusts the straps in her hands before pausing at the corner, turning to face me. “Listen, I didn’t mean to derail your shopping thing-”

“-It’s okay-”

“-And I would love to ask you to hang out, usually.” Beverly bites her lip. “But my dad’s home, and he - he doesn’t like unexpected visitors.”

“I get it.” I laugh awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to almost stalk you to your house. I should get going, too.” The crumpled paper list in my pocket, detailing the exact brands for the tampons, chocolate wafers, and gel pens I need, has yet to be looked at since I left the house. “Lots of shopping to do, still.”

“Avoid Keene’s at all costs,” Beverly advises. “Though they do offer a wonderful discount in exchange for being bullied by their cashier.” She shakes the bag, the Tampax logo just barely visible through the thin white plastic.

We laugh and, with a wave and another promise to find each other for lunch someday, we part ways.

On my way home, I catch sight of the strange blue car that Victor and his friends had left the parking lot in weeks earlier, parked by the wooden bridge that is in dire need of repair. A little ways beyond the car, three bicycles lie on the road. One of the bike’s wheels is still spinning. My pace slows as I approach the bridge, taking extra care to look beyond the wooden railings keeping cars and pedestrians from falling down the side. But there is no sign of anybody nearby, no sounds of anything happening, so I press on.

When I reach home, the driveway only holds Sophia’s car. Remembering that my father’s due to come back from Bangor any day now, I shrug off the absence until I’m inside. Sophia looks up as she chops carrots on a cutting board, while Gabriel watches from a chair set by the kitchen counter.

“Where’s Dad?” I ask, unceremoniously dropping my purchases onto the table.

“Still in Bangor.” Sophia’s voice is odd, and I still at the sound. Something’s not right. Her voice is strained, bereft of its usual warmth. I’d blame it on frustration, but she’s been sounding more and more off since the move. Today happens to be the worst yet.

I pick up Gabriel, earning a warm hug for my efforts. “Why?”

“Extended his trip.” The knife Sophia’s using to chop hits the wooden cutting board a little too hard, causing a thump that makes all three of us wince.

Sensing that Sophia is not in the mood to talk further about it, I steer the conversation towards Beverly and the Grettas, omitting Beverly’s Tampax thievery. I’d filled Sophia in on Victor and his friends that same day, so it’s only fair to do it again. She seems relieved that I’ve taken over the conversation, though she only interjects with prompts and occasional reactions, and half heartedly at best. Gabriel watches with rapt interest as I peel potatoes and muse to my mostly silent stepmother.

“And summer’s almost over,” I find myself whining. “It feels like just yesterday I’d escaped the clutches of Mr. Hornsby and his monotone. And now I have to do it all over again, but with these people?”

“At least Beverly sounds nice.” Sophia takes the chopped potatoes and dumps them into the stewpot. “And I bet those boys’ll be nice to you.”

I snort. “Victor, maybe. And definitely not like that.”

“You never know.” Sophia sticks her tongue out at me as she nudges me with her elbow. “All I’m saying is, you oughta be snatched up by graduation, or all these Derry boys are blind.”

“I don’t need a boyfriend.” I think about one of my Coal County friends, Sarah, who switched boyfriends like gum flavors. From what I’ve seen, the only things that couples seemed to do was spend all their time with each other and brag to their friends about whatever bases they’d rounded with one another. Not entirely my idea of fun, nor do I consider it necessary. “Or want one.”

Sophia smiles; the first I’ve seen on her all day. “Maybe so. But sometimes love doesn’t care about needing or wanting. It just happens. You’re seventeen, Stella. Take some risks. Put yourself out there. What harm could it do?”

Two days later, I am surprised by the appearance of Victor Criss on my doorstep. As my father is still in Bangor (for reasons that Sophia seems to be tight lipped on), and Sophia and Gabriel are out and about, having left before I’d woken up for the day, I’m by my lonesome when the white blond boy comes to call.

“How’d you know where I live?” I ask as I politely step aside. He kicks off his shoes and shoots me a smirk as he settles into my father’s armchair.

“Just a hunch,” he says, though I’m sure there’s more to it than that. “School’s coming up soon. Thought you might like to hang out or something before we all get homework and shit to deal with.”

I pause, startled to hear this. Like I said, we weren’t really close before I moved, and the way Victor’s acting is kind of confusing, as though he remembers it differently. We never hung out after school, never slept at each other’s houses or anything like that. I only knew that he danced because he was so good at it that Derry Elementary had him and his class do performances for special assemblies. But there’s no plausible reason for his sudden interest in me.

And when I voice these concerns, he shakes them off with a harsh laugh.

“And like I said, everything’s different now.” Victor raises an eyebrow. “Plus, you seem cool. I mean, you always did, but somehow you’re … I don’t know, even more cool, I guess. Even if you do stupid things sometimes.”

“What was so stupid about it, anyway?” I drop into the chair opposite his, folding my arms over my stomach. “I just told the guy my name.”

Victor groans dramatically, to the point that I’m thankful my parents aren’t home or they’d think something extremely inappropriate is occurring in their foyer.

“You’ve piqued his interest.”

“Whose interest?”

His eyes rolled up to the heavens and back. “Who do you think? Patrick. Patrick Hockstetter. The guy who was looking at you like he was going to swallow you whole.”

Finally, a name to associate with the man. I remember bits and pieces: long dark hair, a hideous artist’s rendition of Tom the cat from Tom and Jerry on his shirt, the frequent lip-licking. Patrick Hockstetter. Oddly, it feels fitting.

“Y’know, I really didn’t know if I was gonna invite you to the thing tonight.” When I shoot him a confused look, he adds, “There’s a thing tonight, a bonfire, at Belch’s family’s place by the river. Thought you might like to come. But yeah, I didn’t know if I was gonna invite you, ‘cause he’s going too, and that could be bad. Though I guess you’re all grown up and whatnot, so you can do whatever you want.”

I nod, though I’m lost at the use of the word “Belch” as a name.

Victor goes on. “Molloy and Patrick usually supply the good shit, and since Gretta’s not around anymore, we may actually have some fun. Henry’s talking ‘bout bringing out some fireworks, maybe even his dad’s gun, y’know, to amp things up.”

“Henry?”

Victor makes a swooping motion towards the back of his neck with one hand. “Mullet man, that’s Bowers. And Anthrax’s number one fan, that’s Belch. Or ‘Reg’, but only if he lets you call him that. Otherwise, just Belch. Got it?”

“Okay. I mean, yeah.”

He pushes a hand through his light fringe. “‘Kay, good. Now. What do you have to eat here?”

Watching Victor inhale several plates of chocolate chip pancakes, all leftover from Sophia’s generous breakfast spread made earlier in the day, is almost enough to turn me off of eating my bowl of cereal. There’s syrup clinging to his chin, and while he is using a fork and knife to neatly cut up the food, it’s the only neat thing about his eating.

“When’s this bonfire, anyway?” I take a sip of my juice, watching him over the rim of my glass as he drizzles more syrup onto his plate. “Like, what time?”

“Why, you got a curfew?” He laughs. “I don’t see any parents ‘round here.”

“My stepmother and brother are out, and my dad’s in Bangor till next week.” My heart pangs at the words, especially knowing that they’re not guaranteed. He wasn’t supposed to be in Bangor for longer than a weekend, but his stay’s been extended over and over again. Who knows when he’ll actually come home? “And we haven’t discussed a curfew yet.”

Victor drinks his own glass of juice, gulping noisily. When his lips part from the glass, he replies, “So no curfew then. Good. These things are best experienced in their entirety. ‘Sides, Henry doesn’t like to set off fireworks and junk until after he’s sure his dad’s done for the night. His dad’s Sheriff here.”

“Sheriff?” I try to imagine the mullet man as the son of an authority figure, but just remembering how his eyes had lingered on me that day in the parking lot makes me shiver.

“Yeah.” Victor shoves a massive morsel of pancake into his mouth and talks around it. “‘Id a goo’ i’ea ‘o b’ing yo’ o’n shid.” I wait for him as he chews, swallows, and repeats himself. “It’s a good idea to bring your own shit. Blankets and stuff. Don’t depend on anyone else to bring enough, or you’ll be picking rocks and sand outta your pants for days. We supply the beer, that’s it. And there ain’t no freebies on the good stuff, not even for newbies. Or oldies, I suppose.”

I nod. I’ve never had beer in my life. I’m more of a fruity drink person. The few sips of Long Island Iced Tea that I’d had at Trina Lancaster’s party two years ago had left me utterly wrecked; I’m lightweight through and through. And drugs have never been considered before.

“It’ll be fun.” Victor wipes his mouth with a paper towel, having polished off the rest of his pancakes. “Till then, I figured we could hang. I could show you around town, stuff like that.”

“Why?”

It surprises both him and I that I question it so brazenly. He clears his throat and shoots me a curious stare.

“Like I said before. You seem cool.” But, just like Sophia, I can tell there’s an undercurrent to his tone, something he’s trying to conceal. Something I’m not supposed to notice.

And, just like with Sophia, I pretend to be none the wiser.

“Right. Okay. Well, I’ve been in town a couple times, but just to the stores. Keene’s and stuff. So anywhere but there’s good with me.”

Victor drives a silver hunk of junk car, peppered with little dents and scratch marks, but it gets the job done. We zip around town for the day, stopping by places he calls the Quarry, the Barrens, and, oddly, Derry’s maze of a junkyard. Despite not being close to him before the move, I find myself enjoying being in his presence, even when he’s a bit too dramatic for the current situation.

Nevertheless, the sky darkens quickly, and soon I find myself in my room, sifting through my closet while Victor vegs out in front of the television set. I’ve already got a cheap beach blanket folded in my bag, and my face lightly made up with the expensive-looking products Sophia had bought me for my seventeenth birthday. The only thing keeping me from herding Victor to his car to get to the bonfire is my outfit.

Or, rather, the outfits I’m trying to choose between.

“Hurry up, Stella, damn,” Victor calls from the other side of my bedroom door. “Go in your underwear if it’s this hard to choose. Hell, no one’ll complain.”

I ignore him and hold the hangers up, side by side. One outfit is a pretty white sundress, with a dizzying print of little yellow roses. The other is a T-shirt and jean shorts, though the shirt is one of my favorites.

In the end, I slip the dress over my head and give myself one last long look in the mirror. Then I trudge into the living room and grab the remote from Victor, shutting the television off as I pull a cardigan around my shoulders.

“You going to church or something?” Victor jokes. “Just ‘cause it’s late doesn’t mean it’s not hot. And there’ll be a fire.”

“So no sweater?”

Victor shakes his head. “Unless you wanna boil.”

Taking his word for it, I leave my cardigan behind, draped over the back of the couch. And, after scribbling a note to Sophia, Victor and I peel out of my driveway, smiling as we crank the radio until the blaring music drifts skyward.

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Cut The Bullshit - B.H

Belch Huggins x OC Angst

September 8th.

The gang woke up that morning even more exhausted than usual, especially since they knew what the day had in store. Belch had ended up driving everyone home around two am . Although he was looking forward to being able to sleep in a little later now that he wasn't the token chauffeur of the group, his girlfriend was responsible for that now.

When the time arrived Tulip had picked up Victor and Henry who were now snoozing in their respective seats. Henry to her right and Victor sleeping behind him. She was now currently parked in the driveway of Patrick's house at 6:47 in the morning waiting on him to come outside. She didn't want to be late for her first day and starting the year off with a tardy wasn't a good idea. Not to mention she still had to pick up Jade and Belch.

A sigh of relief left her as she saw him exit the house and walk up to the van. She watched him climb into the back, he seemed tired. Good. That meant it would be quiet. Quickly she hit the gas and picked up Jade. Waving to Angelica, she thought of how lucky she was that the woman wasn't making them take a 'first day of school' picture.

"Hey" Jade said as a yawn left her, now fully closing the door to the van. She seemed to be the most awake.

"Wow, don't you look put together" Tulip chuckled and pulled out into the street.

Each of the girls seemed to be a little more put together that morning. The night prior was the first time either of them had slept in their respective homes in a week. Naturally they looked a lot better when they weren't using Patrick's 3-1 shampoo or bar soap at Henry's.

Within minutes they were outside Belch's house and Tulip looked to the other girl. Jade looked confused. She tried to recall a time Jade had been to the house. The driver squinted and saw that Reggie's mother was on the steps of the porch to see him off. The girls smiled and Tulip put down her window.

"Hey Mama!"

"Holy crap... is that Reggie's mom?" Jade had said to the other girl with a smile

"She's an absolute sweetheart. I love her"

Mrs. Huggins smiled and waved, she watched her son climb into the back of the van and returned inside her home. Belch closed the door to the car and held out a to-go mug for Tulip. Smiling tiredly he kissed her cheek and quickly took his seat in the back with Patrick.

"Gross" Jade muttered

"Don't be jealous just because your poor excuse of a boyfriend is napping like a toddler right now" She snickered in response.

It was 7:02 and Tulip was praying that they wouldn't be late. They had to be inside their homeroom classes by 7:15. Tulip was certain they wouldn't make it. Even still, she turned on the radio and kept it quiet. She sped off, nearly blowing a red light speeding to the school. Needless to say she got them there with a grand five minutes to spare, Tulip was never one to drive like a psycho, she knew the dangers of what she was doing. But that didn't stop her from parking like an asshole in the school parking lot. She opened her car door and got out grabbing her coffee.

"Alright fucktards. Get out!" she hollered and slammed her door shut, effectively waking up Vic who in turn shook Henry into consciousness.

Everyone moved to the side walk and entered the building, the crowds split for them. Jade wasn't used to seeing them like this. She'd never seen the gang scare this many people. Whispers were heard around, all eyes were on them as per usual but this time? This time it would appear that most of the whispers being shared were about her, Everyone had seen Jade with the gang around town all summer. But now they were up close and personal with her.

Henry shoved some poor freshman out of the way. He grabbed Jade by the wrist.

"We're here" He pulled her into the room as the bell rang. She stumbled from the harsh tug.

Henry stood before the desk he had been sitting at for two years, and sent a glare at the boy who sat behind him. "Fucking move." he snarled watching the boy quickly scramble to leave the seat. "Jade. Sit". The couple took their seats along the wall, right in front of the door. He began to explain her schedule to her, he took the paper that she had gotten a few days prior and examined it. He sat backwards on his chair to lean over its backing and loom over her desk. He began to give her directions on where she'd be going as best as he could. His directions weren't good in the slightest.

Meanwhile the rest of the gang split up to go to their homerooms. Patrick had branched off first and entered his class Vic, Belch, and Tulip all walked to the next hallway and entered the B Wing. Belch pulled his girlfriend in for a quick kiss to say goodbye. Vic gagged dramatically.

"You're both fucking gross" the blond swore laughing

Each of the two rolled their eyes and split up, Belch and Vic going into one class and Tulip going to the end of the hall and entering hers just as the second bell rang. Everyone was on time but that certainly wouldn't be the biggest surprise of the day.

Despite being separated in different rooms every member of the gang was slouched the same way in their desks. Jade and Henry sat back and looked around the room. The male was studying his fellow classmates, that's when he saw two boys in the back of the class sending glares in his direction, he could tell they weren't towards him but at the girl behind him. He nearly got up to brawl the second he connected the dots. If looks could kill the boys would have been dead. It was clear that they'd be getting a beating from him later. That was for damn sure.

Patrick picked a random seat and snickered at the sight of the inconvenienced girl who now had to look around the room for somewhere to sit in a panic. He watched her like a hawk, he was so entertained watching the fear on her face as she struggled to find a seat next to someone she knew. People were so easy to make anxious. It was so much fun. He made a mental reminder to try and do this more often. Relaxing back in his chair Patrick surveyed the room.

Victor and Belch sat at their assigned seats, front and center. Immediately they were back on their bullshit. Vic gave an overly enthusiastic and obnoxious greeting to the teacher at the front of the room as he passed her desk. Belch just snickered behind him.

"Hello Victor. Remove your hat Reginald" the woman said boredly with a sigh. She wasn't ready for another year of this and took attendance.

Tulip in her own opinion had it the worst. She was by herself now, originally Gard Jagermeyer was in homeroom with her. That was before the stunt they pulled during their sophomore year, it got to the point where he had to switch homerooms. They gave a girl a full blown panic attack. There was crying, some screaming, and a desk and chair pushed across the room. During a fifteen minute period they managed to make a girl flip her shit. They were quite proud at the time, but now she was bored and slouched back in her seat.

The school day moved in fragments. Everyone in the halls had no idea where they were going besides the seniors and a few of the juniors.

It was fourth period and the minute Tulip actually looked to her schedule she knew she'd have to go to the guidance office and get it switched. There was no way in hell she was gonna spend half the year in a drama class. She sat down in the classroom. God she hated electives, she studied the few freshman and just to be an asshole she slid a kids back pack across the floor.

"Move it lardass." She hissed and took the kids seat. She looked around for a familiar face.

"R-Really?Isnt- Isnt that a b-bit behi-ind you? Kasprak?" A young males voice was heard behind her. She knew that stutter.

Nothing could of stopped the grin on Tulips face as she turned around. Maybe she wasn't gonna switch classes, this could end up being a lot of fun. She turned around and saw none other than one of her least favourite freshmen, the stuttering kid himself, Bill Denbrough.

"Ah hey there DJ, you here to remix Shakespeare for us ?"

Tulip was about to start something spectacular but her dream was cut short by the teacher telling everyone to take their seats. Bill shuffled away.

A few minutes in and the door creaked open, in walked Jade. Tulip broke out into a smile.

"Jade" she called out and nodded to the seat beside her.

The girl took the seat and looked around her eyes landing on the freshman who was glaring at Tulip. They met eyes and his softened. Jade was nice to the losers yes, but Bill pissed her off to no end.

"Today we're gonna be doing some ice breakers so we can get to know eachother" The teacher started and the class groaned.

After the hour ended Tulip booked it out of the class, dragging Jade with her. Juniors and Seniors had lunch fifth period and truly she was just excited to see everyone. Jade had no idea why the other was so excited.

"This is gonna be so much fucking fun" Tulip mumbled as she let go of Jades wrist and walked with her through the hall.

Tulip walked with her head held high, much different than most of the kids shrinking into them selves and staring at the floor. She expressed a level of confidence that Jade had never seen her wear before, she was happy for her despite that confidence coming from the fear that students held. Then Kade heard her yell across the hallway.

"Is that who I think it is? Holy shit! Jade it's Moose! And he ain't too bad lookin!" She laughed and followed him into the cafeteria.

Who the fuck was Moose? What kind of name was that? Was it some kind of dumb nickname like Belch has? Jade had a lot running through her mind as she blindly followed the girl into the cafeteria. The girls looked around trying to find the table where the boys were seated. It didn't take long to locate them once Jade saw Henry seated on the table surrounded by a group of boys.

Jade migrated towards them faster now with Tulip falling behind her. She saw Henry's grin upon her arrival and honestly she hated how her stomach fluttered. Two weeks ago Jade had convinced herself she needed to break up with him. Obviously she didn't go through with it but the thoughts still ran rampant, as well asked the guilt.

"Jade! Come here meet the guys" Henry said waiting for her to come closer so he could wrap his arm around her.

Her eyes moved to Tulip to silently plead for help, then she saw that the girl was already seated and talking with Belch. Damn. Jade walked to Henry and looked around at the group of males that seemed to flock around him. Great, more white boys.

"Jade, this is Moose and Gard. They're part of the group too" Henry said introducing her to the two boys.

"Where the hell have they been all summer?" She asked him, Henry snickered in response.

"Stevie here had summer school and Gard was shipped off to summer camp" he laughed and looked around the cafeteria.

Tulip opened her lunch bag and started to spread out her food to everyone. Then she felt two hands cover her eyes and a deep voice come from behind her. Jade was watching this and she'd of sworn she'd never seen that boy before but all she could tell was that his clothes were expensive. She watched her friend grin.

"Guess who?"

"Holy shit!" Tulip whipped her head around and smiled. "Peter! I haven't seen you in fucking months!" She beamed now moving to sit on the table and look back at the boy.

Reggie was looking between them, a look of distaste covered his features. Both Jade and Henry took notice, they met eyes and Henry laughed. The final bell rang and everyone was accounted for at the entire table they took up.

"Who's this?" Jade asked looking over to the new character who had arrived and was still speaking with the other girl of the group.

"Jade you remember Peter right? This is the motherfucker who left us hanging after the rock fight" Henry said flatly.

Everyone went quiet, except Jade.

"Hank. Everyone left you hanging at the rock fight" She said to him crossing her arms. She had watched it happen.

"I didn't. I wasn't there" Tulip had objected. She immediately regretted it.

"Shut it Tulip-" Henry and Jade spoke in unison, Jade's tone wasn't nearly as harsh as her boyfriends.

"Henry. Cool it" Belch warned, he was starting to grow sick of this. He knew his girlfriend could fight her own battles but at this point he was fed up and all around done with this. Henry ragged on her more than anyone else.

"Look who finally grew a pair" Henry taunted, he felt a hand on his arm.

Jade had placed her hand on his forearm a warning for him to calm down, that these weren't the people he should be insulting. It didn't really matter though, Belch sank back into submission right after.

"I'm gonna go to the music room I want to see if my shit is still in the recording booths" Tulip grumbled standing up and walking out. She didn't want to deal with this shit. Sometimes Henry's voice sounded just like his fathers and it shook her to her core. She'd handle Henry and his temper later after school.

"Nice going Hank" Peter grumbled

"The fuck you just say?" Henry asked, his eyebrow cocked up in question.

Jade tightened her grip on his arm. But she looked to Belch who as well as Henry, didn't look too happy. She could recall a time where she was jealous of him and her friend. They seemed to be the most healthy couple she knew but now she was starting to second guess that. He looked jealous, and over what?

While Tulip entered into the empty classroom she slipped into the cold recording room. Sneaking to the latter on the back wall, she began to climb. The girl sat on the floor of the room it lead to, she finally let herself breathe. Pushing her black hair back behind her ears she looked around. Sure enough there was a backpack and walkman up there from the last year.

Jade wasn't sure what was going on beside the tone of the table turning sour. It was the first time she met half these people and she was beginning to realize just how much she didn't like them. They just seemed weird, she didn't click with them like she had with the boys and with Tulip.

"I think I'm gonna go check on T" the girl muttered

"I'll go with you" Reggie and Peter said in unison. Reggie shot to his feet quickly.

"I got it. I'm fully capable of checking on my girlfriend. Gordon. " he sounded annoyed, like on the verge of telling him off for real kind of annoyed.

"Belch. Sit. Who fucking cares about what's got wheezy crying this time-"

Belch got up and ignored him.

All that was heard was Patrick's laughter as he and Jade left the table. They walked together in silence for a few moments. She could see the other loosen up the further they walked away from the cafeteria. She didn't expect the words that left his mouth, it felt like a fever dream.

"Do you think Tulip is cheating on me? You guys are practically connected at the hip. You'd know... and we're friends right? You'd tell me if she was, wouldnt you?" he said lowly

Jade had to look at him fully. She stopped walking. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Why did he have to drag her into this?

"You've seen the way she looks at the rest of the guys still. You saw her and Peter in there. Wouldn't be surprised if she was fucking him too" Belch grumbled as he waited for Jade to keep walking.

Tulip switched out the batteries in her Walkman and sat there with her homemade tapes. The headphones over her ears didn't do much to block out the sound of the door from the room under her opening. Her breathing was shallow, she'd been doing this for years, there was no way she'd get caught now.

Then she saw the latter shake and a low voice swearing. It was Belch. She let out a relieved breath. Thank god.

"Hey" she hummed scooting over to make room as he sat down beside her.

"Hey" he said while looking down to Jade and making sure she was okay on her way up.

The white girl followed his lead and did the same. She saw Jade and couldn't help but smile. They both came to check on her. It was sweet. She didn't know a damn thing about the conversation the other two had just shared.

"You okay? I know Henry's been on your ass lately" He commented. His voice was rather neutral, but it was a lot softer than the tone Jade had heard outside.

" 'm fine. I'm a big girl you know" she joked nudging the boy beside her.

Tulip watched Jade get settled and smiled faintly. This was the first time she had been there. The gang rarely ever went up there all together, it was Tulip's little hideaway, really. She was the only one who consistently traveled up into the ceiling of the school.

Belch looked over to the walkman his girl was holding, he took the headphones off her head and took off his hat to place them over his own. Their music taste was fairly similar if not identical.

"Whatcha listening to?" He asked as the sound waves finally registered in his head. He cringed immediately

Watching the scene before her Jade felt like she was intruding. Like she was witnessing something she shouldn't of been.

"The fuck are you listening to? Is this the backstreet boys?" He asked dumbfounded

"Uh... yeah?"

"I thought you hated them" he asked confused. He knew damn well that the tape had been up here and now he was growing curious of whatever else she was hiding. Music or otherwise.

"That's what I tell you. You'd make fun of me. Just like you do with Mötley-"

"Yeah because Vince Neils voice isn't cut out for heavy metal" he said to her quietly. It was a common and rather playful 'argument' they'd have.

"Oh my god Reg. Backstreet is Gordon's I nabbed it from his place like a year ago"

Reggie tensed and stopped as he heard the last name. There it was again. Peter fucking Gordon. So much for waiting. He was having this conversation now even if it killed him. Since when did she listen to music like that? The concerts they'd gone to, the ANTHRAX and Ozzy shirts she'd wear, or even the useless Mötley Crüe trivia she'd throw at him that he didn't give a shit about but still remembered because it was something she liked. Since fucking when did she listen to crap like the Backstreet Boys?

"Jade can you leave us for a bit?" Belch asked her and watched the internal struggle take place inside his friends head. She was scared of what would happen if she wasn't there to supervise the couple.

"Jade it's fine just go back to the cafeteria. I'm sure Henry wants you there" Tulip said gently a small smile on her lips, it was forced and everyone in the room knew it.

Jade hated how she brought up Henry. After all this time they still took orders from him. It was so stupid in her eyes. She let out a breath and nodded. "Fine but we're talking later" she grumbled and moved towards the latter.

She was worried leaving them and she was beginning to think she had too much trust in Tulip. Lord only knows what was happening up there while she was walking to the cafeteria again. There wasn't even a point in her going back because as soon as she sat at the table the bell had rung.

"Reg is everything okay?" The shorter girl asked grabbing her old backpack and shoving all of her dusty belongings back inside. Fighting back a cough she zipped up the dirty bag.

"No. Can you just be fucking honest with me for a change?" His tone was bitter as he grabbed her wrist and held her in place.

He watched her brows furrow in what seemed to be panic and confusion. In his eyes he thought he now had some kind of proof. That the memories were registering and she was shocked that the other knew about what she'd been doing. Which was the farthest thing from the truth. She was wondering what the hell was going on.

"What haven't I been honest about? If this is about the poker thing-" she was cut off by his voice.

"No! I'm talking about you and Peter. You're screwing him behind my back" The male accused angrily

Tulip was taken back by the claim, just by how fucking absurd it was. "Are you? Are you fucking kidding? Reg why would I do that? I haven't seen him since fucking June." She defended

"Oh bullshit Tulip! I don't even know how many guys you were fucking around with before I asked you out" he said quietly in a grumble.

"That's none of your fucking business"

"Yes it fucking is! Tulip just admit it" he said to her almost pleading.

"I didn't do anything! Reg I wouldn't of accepted being your fucking girlfriend if I was gonna do that "

"I just want the truth. Okay, that's all I want"

"Sounds like you won't be satisfied with the answer unless it's me confessing to something I didn't do!" She shot back her eyes narrowed, steel grey eyes boring into his.

"Tulip I'm sick of this. Just cut the bullshit!"

"Reg. He's my friend I kissed him when I was ten. That's it." She emphasized her words "Now let go of me" she whimpered lastly trying to twist her hand out of his iron grip.

He hadn't even realised his grip on her wrist had tightened until he saw her wince and immediately he let go.

"I'm sorry-" he immediately blurted out in a panic. The guilt filled him to the brim in an instant. What had he done?

She looked at him there was a blank stare for a moment that quickly seemed to turn into a sad anger. She went to open her mouth and the bell rang beneath them.

"We can finish this later" she growled grabbing her back and sliding down the latter quickly. "Hurry the fuck up Reginald" she spat lowly and moved out into the hall and walked along to her next class. Leaving him to find his way in the crowds.

Tulip was so beyond pissed and so lost in her own head she stormed right past Patrick who went to talk to her in the hall.

She wanted this day to be over.

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