#i'm a clown just like y/n; cut from the same clown cloth
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Sooo.... there's no way I could ever resist submitting a request in one of your events. +_+ Been hurrying to get up from bed for this, I hope I'll still catch a slot :D so excited you're doing this!!!!
Can I please have some mangos and strawberries, with a Mai Tai (Ace)? <3 I'd love to listen to any combination of the songs #3, #9, #39, #43 (sorry, but this SCREAMS of Ace; also any variant of it, like talking to a 3rd person about it), #38 (couldn't resist the combination).
OMG. It's soooo hard to choose....! There's so many combi-ideas! +_+ I absolutely love this! Thank you so much for doing this event! :D
omg hiiii 🥰️ that pic is killing me 😭😭 lmaooo *shakes u* so i rewrote this like 10x i think, but it’s finally done and i am v excited for you to read it. also i’m so happy you requested, you always pick good prompts lmao anyway, ty for being patient 😊 as u know i’m slow as hell when it comes to writing — also the fluff almost killed me!!!! 💗
3.5k words (pls pls i know i know!!!! it's not my fault, i blame ace), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (it's there i promise, somewhere) & smut (and angst that u didn't ask for <3); modern au! feat. ace being a menace as usual, reader in denial (serious serious denial) of her feelings, reader's a lil shyyy ok, public sex, (slight) public exhibition, public sex, choking, rough sex, hand job, oral (m receiving), ace being shirtless is a warning, childhood frenz 2 lovers (who am i), mutual pining, reader is foolish & needs to be honest, ace needs to calm down but he never will. idk! probably more stuff idr yk the vibes.
(if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes, no u didn't bb 💕)
a warm breeze wraps itself around your arms and legs, languid and loving — a heavy embrace that unjustly suffocates, with a light sheen of sweat that belatedly appears on your forehead. your denim shorts ride up higher on your thighs the more you move around; for some reason, you just can’t seem to get comfortable. loud music wafts from your parents’ house through the open sliding doors, the beats catchy and mesmerizing, lulling you into a much more relaxed state as you continue to lounge on the hammock in the backyard. another breeze glides along your skin, making you roll over onto your back, the rope from the hammock rough but comforting.
to keep yourself from spiraling, you close your eyes and soak up as much of the sun as possible. your lips are a little red and sticky from the popsicle you ate just a few minutes ago; it helped to cool you down for a bit, but the heat is relentless and oppressive.
after graduating from college, you left home and traveled for a few years; you’ve always had that itch, a desire to roam about freely without having anything — or anyone — tying you down. it’s why you left so quickly; it’s why you didn’t say goodbye properly; and it’s why you’ve been on edge all afternoon.
you groan loudly before covering your face with your hands.
“this is so stupid.” your words are muffled and strained, your frustration rising along with the temperature outside. it’s simple — all you have to do is casually strike up conversation with him and act like nothing’s changed.
so easy, right?
you desperately want it to be, but the universe has a penchant for bad jokes and the punch line is currently on its way to disrupt your life.
“he probably won’t even come by anyway,” you continue to mumble before dropping your hands. a frown climbs onto your lips afterwards. the idea that your parents might actually be wrong, that he isn’t going to come by like he promised he would, is all too much for you to deal with.
and suddenly, you feel like you can’t breathe; the air grows thick enough to choke on, an obnoxious thudding growing louder and louder in your ears—
but before you can succumb to your unfortunate demise, someone pinches your nose, disrupting the chaotic flow of thoughts pummeling into you one right after the other. squirming around, you stare, wide-eyed, at the last person you thought you’d see today.
despite pressing his lips together, it does nothing to stop him from laughing at you — not maliciously, but he really can’t help it. your look of genuine shock and confusion is cute. really, really cute. adorable, even. maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, or maybe it’s because he’s been waiting for a moment like this to pop up so you both can finally have that one conversation you keep running away from.
you are wholly unprepared to see ace this soon; words rush from the pit of your stomach up to your mouth, ready to fling ace’s way without restraint. but, as always, you hold back. you’ve gotten quite good at biting your tongue, at stamping out certain emotions; it’s better, easier that way.
no one gets hurt, right?
right.
with a sly smile, ace slides his sunglasses away from his face, upwards onto his hair; you were in such a daze that you barely heard him walk over. which worked out fine for ace, because he could look at you freely without you hiding from him like you usually do — a thing he hopes you’ve grown out of in the time you’ve spent apart.
if you thought you couldn’t breathe before, you’re definitely gasping for air now. lips parted, you inhale deeply as a completely different kind of heat surges through you faster than you’d like. he pauses for a moment before gently swiping his thumb along your plush bottom lip.
an insidious thudding echoes loudly around your ears, and you realize, in fear, that it’s the sound of your heart — beating erratically at his proximity and touch. talking feels impossible, so you remain silent and stare at him in disbelief.
it feels like an eternity passes before ace smiles again, your eyes track the way his lips slowly curve upward, bringing about that familiar dimple in his right cheek. something possesses you to reach up to touch his cheek, the tips of your fingers barely grazing his skin when you realize what you’re doing. you snatch your hand back quickly, a light-headedness descending upon you right after.
on impulse, ace leans down until his lips ghost over yours, the familiarity of the gesture triggering a memory so strong that goosebumps unceremoniously prickle your skin without remorse. you remember exactly how skillful his mouth is; you remember how your limbs were tangled with his; and you remember how you almost blurted out a hidden truth that you refused to admit to. he’d gone still, nearly statuesque as an unreadable look morphed onto his face; fear of rejection had you scrambling away from his embrace, nearly out of breath as you darted out of his bedroom without looking back.
remorse finds its way to you again, but your thoughts are too scattered to properly feel it. if you don’t figure something out soon, you’ll give in to him all over again — and you simply can’t do that.
however, ace has a way of diverting your plans with his whims and spontaneity.
“hey, pretty,” he says, voice low and husky, with a hint of that mischievous and boyish charm he’s well-known for; his hand on your hip is practically scalding, his thumb coasting dangerously on your soft stomach, but you don’t push him away. a soft whimper dares to slip out of your mouth when his grip tightens and you’re so sure that he’s going to kiss you — but he doesn’t.
ace straightens up and sticks his hands into his pockets, all innocent-like, completely disregarding the fact that he’s the reason why your heart is beating loud enough to rattle your bones. his cologne lingers — a rich and heavy, spiced scent with hints of blackberry — and you get drunk from it, mind a little hazy. you’re in too much shock to feel any sort of shame, and if he wasn’t so intent on teasing you for a bit longer, he would’ve already succumbed to the temptation of kissing you.
he really just meant to say hi, but you were being cute while talking out loud to yourself, your voice traveling further than you probably wanted; it was the sight of your exposed legs — curvy and soft, skin glistening almost flawlessly under the sun — that really fueled his audacity. since you’re prone to running, he did the only thing that made sense: invade your personal space. it’s the only way to keep you still long enough to talk.
or, so he thought.
“w-what are you doing here?” you ask in a panic, moving around on the hammock, eyes widening again as you shamelessly stare at his chest. he still has that peculiar habit of walking around shirtless, which is your justification for why you keep looking at him like that — his abs look more defined than before, but you refrain from touching him again.
ace completely ignores your question and instead says, “you’re hot.” he tilts his head a bit, that sly grin finding its way onto his lips again when you stumble over your words.
“i—what?”
you sit up and climb off the hammock with clumsy and hurried movements. thankfully he has the decency to not laugh this time, but that pesky dimple resurfaces, and you have to ball your hands into fists and sink your nails into your palms to keep yourself from saying something unnecessary and embarrassing.
“why are you—” you cut yourself off, take a deep breath, and try again, “i don’t understand.”
is he joking? he has to be, there’s no way he’s forgiven you for leaving him like that; and even though he called you pretty earlier, you’re sure that’s just his way of wanting to rile you up for his own amusement.
and while you’re not entirely wrong about that, he was being serious.
he lifts his chin and motions to your chest; sweat glides down your neck and sneaks in between your cleavage. you realize, then, that he meant that you literally looked hot. pressing your lips together firmly, you decide against speaking and opt to march past him instead. you don’t get far, if anything ace only allows you to move a few feet away before wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you back.
your mouth dries and you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he doesn’t let up.
“you’re hurting my feelings, y’know,” he says quietly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. you bite your lower lip before rolling it in between your teeth, contemplating his words. you know you’re being ridiculous, and you know you owe him an explanation — your cowardice nearly wins out, but you settle down and sigh softly.
“you’re right, i’m sorry.” for so many things, but you keep that bit to yourself.
ace only laughs again at your austere demeanor. “just kidding, i just want to be selfish right now.” something about that sets your skin on fire, although it probably doesn’t help that ace places a kiss on the side of your neck before you can respond to him properly.
suddenly, all that fight that you had — that determination to avoid him completely — leaves your body. on a sharp inhale you turn around and look up at him curiously, to see if he’s actually being serious or not; ace stares at you intently, adoration saturated in lust clouding his vision. he holds onto the back of your neck and kisses you, his tongue playfully licking your bottom lip, grinning at how sweet you taste.
you shiver and open your mouth for him as he kisses you again, slow and sensuous, your legs nearly giving out from the intensity. his hand travels down your back, its descent searing and playful; you kiss him back with fervor and enthusiasm, lips moving against his as if this is a common occurrence for you two.
his tongue swirls around yours and when his large hand moves lower to grab your ass, you nearly lose your mind. there’s an intense, unavoidable ache in between your thighs as you cling onto him desperately, whimpering softly against his lips. he told himself he’d take it slow, but the way you’re reacting to him only confirms what he’s always known: you want him just as much as he wants you.
it’s in between heated tongue kisses that ace suggests a change in location. dazed and slightly confused, you feel yourself nodding as he tugs you along with him, anticipation making you stumble over your sandaled feet. he has half a mind to just carry you back inside, but you eventually keep up with his long strides. you hide behind ace when your parents step outside, boisterously chatting with a few of their guests as they sit at the table on the deck underneath the large awning. you’re glad they barely take notice of you — they’re halfway drunk already — and ace laughs at your demure behavior, prompting you to pinch his arm playfully and shushing him. it’s your feeble attempt at sneaking by without anyone interrogating you.
when you successfully make it back into your house, you let out a sigh, embracing the cool air.
“that was close,” you say out loud and at ace’s puzzled expression, you motion to your parents outside, “they almost saw us.”
he blinks slowly and lifts a brow. “so?” ace has never been one to hide like that, so he’s unsure why you want to.
“what do you mean ‘so’?” your face burns as soon as the words leave your mouth; you’re not sure why you’re feeling bashful, but it becomes harder and harder to look at ace. maybe it’s because you’re so aroused that you’d let him fuck you in the kitchen without complaint, or maybe it’s because you can’t come to terms with your feelings for him.
or, maybe it’s a combination of both.
either way, ace doesn’t know why you care.
sighing loudly he walks out of the kitchen, fully expecting you to follow — and you do. you’re unsure if you’ve said the wrong thing; actually, you know you’ve said the wrong thing, but before you can apologize, ace pushes you against the wall, hands placed on either side of your head as he cages you in.
“who cares if anyone sees?”
he’s right, you know that; it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. but when he presses places a kiss on your neck, you melt — heart beating faster than necessary, making you dizzy with want. you place your hands on his chest, his muscles firm under your soft touch; ace inhales sharply when you bring your hands lower, his cock stiff and heavy in his shorts, an irritating reminder that his self-restraint is dissipating quickly.
later on, when you reflect on this moment, you’ll chastise yourself about how impulsive you both were — fucking in your hallway while your parents entertain guests not even forty feet away — but for now, you just want to indulge in the fantasy and not think about anything.
ace grabs your wrist clumsily, suddenly remembering himself while halting your movements. you blink at him, confused and anxious; maybe he changed his mind about everything? maybe this was payback for the last time you were together — and, if you’re honest, you can’t exactly blame him. swallowing hard, you relax your face and opt for a more neutral expression.
normally much more forthcoming with his wants and desires, ace hesitates, momentarily, dark brows furrowed as a frown settles onto his lips.
“maybe we shouldn’t…,” he closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply, your perfume immobilizing him temporarily before he speaks again. “you deserve better than me.”
you sit with his words for a moment but it’s not long before your hands work at tugging his shorts and underwear down. he looks at you, light brown cheeks flushed slightly when he notices the way you’re staring. you knew he was big, but goodness — still, you don’t let that deter you, and wrap a hand around his cock and slowly stroke it. ace lets out a quiet groan and it encourages you to move your hand faster.
with a soft peck on his lips, you say, “that’s not for you to decide.” which is all you’ll say on the matter. your feelings for him were too big for you to handle before, but now — now that you’ve been forced to confront your own damn self, a belated sense of clarity falls over you. it was never easy to convey your feelings into words when it came to him, but you’re very sure that he’ll understand you now.
ace’s hips jut forward when your grip around his cock tightens; he lets out a low hiss, doing his best not to be too loud since you’re so adamant about not getting caught. pre-cum spills from his slit, down onto your hand; a fascinating sight that has you sinking to your knees without much thought and replacing your hand with your mouth.
at that he moans much louder than he means to, but once your plush lips wrap around the thick head of his cock, he stops caring.
“fuck,” he breathes, leaning against the wall for support as you flick your tongue against his slit — a dangerous move, but one that you make with the full confidence that ace would, in turn, fuck you like you’ve always wanted him to.
you run your tongue down his length with gusto, as if his cock was an addictive summer treat. and, maybe it is, because you open your mouth and bob up and down his length. you use your hands for what you can’t fit in your mouth, moaning around him as you press your thighs together. your mouth is sinfully warm and wet — forbidden, almost; he grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you steady as he thrusts his hips forward.
holding onto his thighs, you slacken your jaw and keep your tongue flat, arousal building as he fucks your mouth. he knows he should be gentle, but he’s reached his limit and you’re being so compliant — he can’t really help himself. not that you mind, your panties are already damp from your slick arousal; his movements are rushed and purposeful, but you enjoy the way he’s seemingly lost control of himself.
you gag around him, breathe deeply through your nose, and ignore the tears that spill down your round cheeks. ace moans your name and your heart expands pitifully in your chest, warmth traveling all along your body. he knows he’ll never last if he keeps this up, so he pulls out of you without warning. you nearly fall over but you hold onto him, looking up at him curiously, long lashes tantalizing and mesmerizing as your tears start to dry.
he pulls you up to your feet and kisses you again with a hand wrapped around your throat; he gives it a teasing squeeze and you moan against his lips. it doesn’t take long before you unbutton your shorts and pull them down with your panties — your thighs trembling with each passing second. you wrap your legs around him possessively when he picks you up; the kisses grow more urgent and sloppier, your heart threatening to kill you mercilessly with how hard its beating.
this must be what dying feels like, you tell yourself, although when he rubs the tip of his cock in between your slick folds, you buck your hips forward and beg him to stop teasing you.
since he’s not that cruel, ace lines the head of his cock with your entrance and inches forward; sucking in a bit of air, you hold onto him tightly, and when you relax, ace thrusts into you. the moan you let out is absolutely indecent, your pussy a lewd, greedy thing that swallows his cock without much issue. with long strokes, ace knocks his hips against yours, a strangled cry slipping out of you unexpectedly. ace kisses you again and again — an attempt to keep you quiet — but soon, his strokes get shorter and frenzied as he fucks you harder, almost like he wants to incapacitate you with an orgasm.
you wouldn’t mind going out like that, especially when ace is fucking you like that, balls slapping against your ass loudly, mouth hungrily searching for his while you harshly drag your nails down the back of his neck. he doesn’t mind as the pain is minimal, and he likes the idea of you marking him the way he’s marked you.
it becomes increasingly difficult to keep quiet, but you’ve long forgotten why you needed to keep quiet in the first place. your saving grace is that your parents and their friends are more intoxicated than you originally thought and are in their own world as they laugh and dance outside. somewhere down the line, you lost your common sense — you suppose it happened when ace came to find you earlier — and because of that, you let go. your cunt squeezes around him tightly, your arousal coating the length of him; ace angles his hips and his cock reaches a spot that’s deep enough to make you babble at him incoherently.
he laughs and drops a playful kiss on your lips, his hands gripping your ass as he powers into you. a flash of white robs you of your vision, a liquid heat swirling around your lower abdomen as you cum hard with his name in your mouth. hips rolling forward, he bites your neck recklessly and your orgasm intensifies.
“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. yes!” you chant without restraint, throat hoarse, voice raw. he breathes unevenly, thrusting feverishly into your puffy pussy, his own orgasm finding him shortly after.
ace groans as he presses open-mouthed kisses down your throat, your whines saccharine and enticing; there are so many things he wants (and needs) to say, but he pushes that aside, deciding to enjoy this moment with you instead. you pant lightly and hold onto him, heartbeat slowing until it matches his. you should probably hurry up and get dressed, since there’s no telling when someone will come through that hallway, but you can’t be bothered right now. you’re much more interested in the way ace kisses you again, leaving you breathless and terribly in love.
if you were privy to his thoughts, you’d know that he feels the same way and has felt that way for a long, long time — and sometimes he feels like he loves you a little too much. still, you feel much lighter now, sighing softly as you arch against him; the intimacy of it, surprisingly, doesn’t scare you, and now you wonder if maybe you were thinking too much about everything before. it seems that your problem has always had a simple solution, but you’re just glad that ace pushed you to figure it out. it isn’t something you’d normally do, but for ace you have a tendency to think and act impulsively without warning; he likes that side of you, and hopes that you’ll keep acting like that in the future.
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Letters.
The Tenth Letter.
warnings: mentions of depression
Timothée was about to open the tenth letter, when he heard the sound of pattering on the roof and the sound of thunder roaring in the distance. He chuckled, another rainy day in New York.
Maybe it was instinct that he wanted to protect this girl—or maybe it was something else. Maybe he was falling? Maybe he was actually falling for this mysterious girl. Timothée sighed, before opening the tenth letter, dated July 31st.
Dear Timothée,
It's raining.
It's the kind of rain that makes you think of flash floods and Noah's ark. The kind that makes you want to wear your fluffiest sweater and socks and crawl into bed under the sheets where it's warm and safe. It calms me, it makes me feel safe and sound. The way the lighting comes after the booming thunder, little kids would get scared—fearing that they'd get struck by lightning—but for me, it's relaxing.
What about you? Are you scared of thunder?
Timothée chuckled. What are the odds of reading the letter in the same weather? The probability of it was impossible, but here he was, reading the letter while the rain poured outside.
The chances of getting struck by lightning are one to a million. That's the sort of thing that you'd hear on the news and you'd thank God that it wasn't you, but at the same time you'd feel bad.
Kind of like depression, really. You'd never expect it to be you. No one does. But the ugly truth is, a lot of people suffer from it and the majority of us are blissfully ignorant about it. When a person says they're depressed, they'd tell that person to suck it up and just move on—that there are people suffering worse than you. Invalidating their feelings, they bottle it up. Until one day, they explode. And at the end, when all is said and done, they're gonna be sorry because they didn't listen. People are treating depression like some sort of joke. Even when there's the Mental Health awareness, people look at depressed people like clowns.
It's a chain reaction, really. Sharp words like knives cutting a person down, not thinking if that person is hurting, and all ending with a heart full of hatred against the world. And then what? That person feels unworthy—a waste of space, which ends up in doing things one shouldn't.
“It's not your fault, none of it is.”
But why does it feel like it is? Like I'm the catalyst for all the bullshit. The weight of it all is crushing me.
I'm haunted by the past, present, and future. I want to tell you, but I'm afraid someone else could read it. If you could just look into my mind, Timothée.
You would see how the world treated me like shit. You would see every fucking thing that made me like this.
Every night, I'd write a letter to you. Wondering if you'd ever get any of my letters. If you're listening, if you understand me. You said in an interview, “Love yourself for who you are and whoever you are, I'm gonna love you too. And when you suffer in life, suffer appropriately. And if you feel bad, that's fine! Just don't beat yourself up for feeling bad.”
Am I delusional for thinking you'll love me? Based on what you said? Who am I kidding? I don't love myself.
You're not going to love me.
I've been suffering for too long and I've been feeling bad for half my life—beating myself up for it.
If by some miracle, the pain goes away…..
Joke's on me.
It's supposed to be fun, turning twenty one.
All my love,
Y/N.
Timothée felt an unsettling pit in his stomach. He prayed that Y/N was okay, and whatever she planned—he wished she didn't do.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was the private investigator he hired. Timothée sighed, hoping for good news. “Yes?”
“I have a lead on the girl you're looking for, Mr. Chalamet. An address.”
The young actor nearly jumped on his bed in excitement. Timothée finally had an address. He could finally look for Y/N. Timothée quickly scrambled around his room, packing clothes and basic necessities—money, cards, and his passport—along with Y/N's letters.
All eighteen letters. Ten opened, eight still sealed.
Timothée stared at the photo in his wallet—the beautiful girl who he wanted so much to find.
“I'm on my way, Y/N. Hold on, I'm coming.”
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Handcuffed to my best friend for 24hrs w/ Colby & he constantly makes sexual jokes & flirty comments
"Colby, i swear to God..."
imagine this takes place in the apartment building theu used to live, but it's only y/n who lives there.
btw, i'll stick to y/n being the editor for the boys as in the You're Fucking With My Head imagine, but they're still friends here
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I take my laptop and sit on the couch as i am watching Sam and Colby's uncut video from Cosmopolitan Hotel. I look around me and try to find my headphones, but i see them on the kitchen counter. i sigh, getting up and putting the laptop aside to go grab them. as i lift the headphones off the counter, i hear a knock on the door. I swear there's always something going on when i have to work.
"Hello, Y/N", Colby smiles with his camera right in my face. "What are you doing?"
i raise an eyebrow at him. "Working for you?". i let him inside and notice that one of his hands is hidden behind his back. i shake my head, thinking nothing should surprise me anymore. "Why are you filming?", i smile and wave at the camera.
"Can you help me angle this camera on the counter real quick?", i nod and walk up to him and take the camera away from him, positioning it on cereal box. all of a sudden, when i'm about to turn around and face him, i hear a click and something hanging on my wrist.
"What the fuck, Colby?", i laugh and raise our both hands in the air, seeing them handcuffed together.
"Welcome to my channel and today we're doing 24 hours handcuffed to my best friend challenge. today, we're going to spend the whole day together, we'll go to the bathroom together, we're gonna eat together, who knows, maybe see each other naked", he laughs and i pull him harshly by the handcuffed hand, earning an ouch and the same pull from him.
"we're definitely not going to the bathroom together", i shake my hand and grab the camera to sit on the couch.
"Can we shower together?", my mouth falls open and he just laughs at me. "i'm playing, y/n, oh my God". Colby takes the camera in his free hand while i struggle to lift my laptop with his heavy arm lingering.
"Excuse me, but can you lift your arm for a second? i already have a laptop in my hands, i can't lift your arm too", i laugh and shake the laptop up and down, while his arm barely moves.
"Sorry". he chuckles and pays attention at what i'm doing. "Ohhh, you're working on the Cosmopolitan Hotel!", he realises when he sees Rug on the screen. i nod and start cutting the video and adding subtitles here and there, when Colby would either say so or when i would consider them necessary. when i'm concentrated enough, he pulls his hand, making mine fall off the laptop. because i was working with my right hand, i drag a few already edited frames through the ending ones.
"Colbyyyy!", i exclaim in disbelief that the past 45 minutes work is going to take at least 10 minutes just to find it between the other frames.
"oh shit, i'm sorry", he laughs and i put the laptop aside. i get up and drag him off the couch.
"i can't work with you, let's do something else. let's go brush our teeth.", i drag him along with me and i feel mu wrist hurting because of the tightness of the handcuffs. i give him a spare toothbrush that i have and we both start brushing out teeth, while i curse because my right arm is weighed by his. when we're done, i realise i'm wearing house clothes, which means i have to change before we go anywhere outside, but i'm not saying anything to him yet. i start doing my make up, trying to make his video fun to watch. while applying my eyeshadow, Colby keeps moving his hand, making my brush fall on my cheek. looking like a clown, i start putting make up on his face too, not being too able to move because his leg is cought between my legs. he keeps ow-ing when my hand stretches his wrist when i apply the eyeshadow on his eyes.
"We look very beautiful", he says while looking into the camera and arranging his hair. i chuckle.
"that color matches you very well.", i laugh when he gives me an "are you kidding" look.
"you look better with it. remember when you wore it last week?", he smiles at me and i blush
"shut up, Brock. you don't even know what you had for breakfast. you can't remember that"
"well, at least i tried to see if you believe me", he laughs and gets up, taking me with him. i roll my eyes.
"what's up with you guys, being so asshole-ish? comment down below why you think Colby's and asshole.", he takes the cereal box from earlier and throws it at me. i throw it back and hit his nose.
"ouch", he says and i put my hands over my mouth, thinking i hit him too hard. i approach him and try to take his hand over his nose to see if he's bleeding or anything, but he takes it off and starts tickling me. i drop to the floor with him over me, none of us being in the frame of the camera. somehow, i know he'll want this scene deleted and i'll gladly do that. i try to stretch my arm so my wrist wouldn't be twisted so much by Colby's movements, but i also stretch his arm out and he collapses over me. we both gasp when he hits his chest with mine. "i'm so sorry, are you ok, y/n?"
i nod, but none of us moves. he lifts himself up on his free arm and i take a deep breath when he's off my chest. concerned, he asks me one more time if i'm fine and i nod. the close space between us makes me uncomfortable and i try to get up, but Colby pushes me back down. i frown at him. "Colby, you keep me too warm, i hate it. i have a massive hoodie on me and it's 130 degrees outside. please get up or i'm getting violent."
"i'd like to see that", he chuckles and his confidence annoys me. i flip us on the floor and i'm on top now. Colby raises his eyebrows in surprise at me. i stretch or arms again, as i lay on him the same way he layed on me. "oh wow, it really gets hot", he gulps and i smirk at him, because he got intimidated by our position. i get away from him, but still sit on top of him, seeing how he gets uncomfortable.
"never challenge me at something, boy", he rests his hands on my thighs and i only realise it after a few moments. "oh, wow, the camera's still recording", i straighten my voice and get up to stop the camera. Colby scratches the back of his neck. "i need to change, how are we going to do this?", i ask him and i blush
"don't you have something underneath?", he asks, frowning, as he's really trying to find a solution
"i have a sports bra, that's not the problem, since every girl in LA almost walks like that through the city. my problem is how i take my hoodie off"
"well, i'll uncuff us and just tell the fans we did that because i respect your privacy and it wouldn't be fair otherwise.", i nod and accept the deal. "tho you have to remain in your sports bra", he smirks and his eyes twinkle with excitement.
"you're unbelievable.", i roll my eyes and wait for him to uunloc my side.
"what? i like checking you out"
"colby, stooop", i run a hand through my hair while walking away from him, both of us laughing. i get back from my bedroom and i find Colby waiting for me, smirking already.
"i wish we used this handcuffs for something else", he locks them again and we walk towards my house keys, exiting the apartment and locking it.
"the 24 hours aren't over yet, maybe we'll use them", i smirk at his shocked face and i smile wide as i've successfuly left him speechless twice already. "but it looks like we have a full schedule, so i don't know about that", the elevator dings as we reach the main floor.
"we can definitely cut some things off the list for that.", i hit him with my free hand and we laugh.
we go to taco bell to grab a bite and Colby constantly moves my hand so i drop almost every fry. while talking to the camera and people constantly looking weirdly at us, i tell him i'm not making any more public challenges with him.
"oh, come on, i know you like being tied up with me. i know the real reason why you're mad is because we're not tied up in a bed", i hit him in the bicep, hurting my own hand while our hands tangle because of the handcuffs.
"Colby, you're playing with fire and i'm sure i don't want to tame it. so shut up", i take a sip of my drink and hear Colby chuckle.
"i don't want you to tame it", i roll my eyes and i'm happy the camera isn't recording.
a few more hours pass by and at 10pm we choose to end the video.
"Thank you guys so much for watching, leave a like and subscribe, go follow y/n on her platforms, i'll let them linked down below and until next time, i hope i'll get to sleep on a side of the bed and not on the floor, cause i've tested her limits today", we both laugh
"oh, you're going home", we laugh once more and he turn off the camera. Colby hands the SD card to me and i take it, putting it in a box that i use only for them. "you'll have the edited video in two-three days. i'm still working on Cosmo Hotel, because somebody made sure i don't work today", i smile and look at the tiny key that unlocks the handcuffs. i rub my wrist, feeling it weird after such a long time of wearing it.
"i'm glad you didn't work today, you needed a break. i thought about it this morning and thought i should stop you.", he smiles at me and rubs his wrist as well.
"next time bring the ones with feathers. i like them more", i wink at him and he pulls me into a hug.
"we can pretend these are with feathers and see if they break while we sleep", i push him towards the door.
"Goodnight, Colbs", i laugh and roll my eyes as he turns around and pouts.
"Goodnight, princess"
i wave at him and lock the door when he lives. i walk towards the couch while shaking my head, taking my laptop to continue searching for that misplaced video frame. i laugh when my phone dings and i see a text from Colby.
"it's so dark outside, i can't find my way home. maybe i should come back upstairs.", i laugh at the text and face palm myself. such a dork.
"Colby, i swear to God..."
"Chucky is nicer than you"
i throw my phone away, smiling, and i get back to my work.
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Gang Orca X Female Reader Pt. 2
Part 1, Part 3
"Well, what are you waiting for? Aren't you going to go say hi?" You wanted to punch Ember in her stupid, smart beautiful face right now. She was making you extremely nervous right about now with how much she was ushering you to talk to your idol.
"I can't just go over there! He's enjoying his peace and quiet! He probably gets hounded by the vultures and fans every day! I don't want to be weird!" You were panicking and for good reason. He's the number 10 hero and you knew he was well known despite also being labeled the #3 hero who looks like a villain.
"Yes you can and you will. You are going to have a conversation with your idol he will like what he sees." She winked at you while simultaneously dragging you towards him. What did she mean he will like what he sees? What was his type anyway? Did he even like women? It's none of your business honestly but, it didn't stop you from wondering.
"Are you two fans?" You blinked into reality realizing you were already standing in front of him and with all the times you practiced what to say if you ever faced him in person flew out the window.
"Yes but, she's the biggest fan as you can tell." Both you and Gang Orca looked down to see that you were wearing his hero shirt with Capri's that matched his color scheme. You looked like a monochromatic clown in your eyes but, now that you're in front of your all-time favorite hero you wanted the floor to swallow you up. You looked up at the sound of a chuckle.
"I would have never noticed." Now you really wanted the floor to swallow you. Not only were you embarrassed but, you were being teased by him!
"I'll be back for you Y/N, I'll doubt you have anything to worry about with such a strapping hero around." You turned to fight her but, she managed to dodge your hands moving further down the hall leaving the two of you alone.
"I'm so sorry for being annoying. I know you probably wanted to be alone-" He cut you off by setting a large palm on top of your head. His hands were huge! It covered the whole top of your head, claws included.
"It's quite alright. You're a fan it can't be helped." You were calmed down by his baritone but you were still a bit nervous. You wanted to just talk about how amazing he was while at the same time staying quiet and not coming off as a psycho fan girl. "You don't look like a psycho fangirl. Looks can be deceiving though." You did an anime face-fault quickly getting up and not looking at him. Time to die.
"I'm not psycho I promise. I just really admire you and think you deserve much more credit and recognition than you got as of now." Don't ramble you dumb bitch, don't ramble. "I know it's hard with having flashy heroes like All Might, Endeavor, Hawks, and Mirko that get all the glory but, you're a hero like everyone else. I feel you shouldn't be judged based on your appearance. I always hated that they called you a villain look-a-like when that makes no sense. The real monsters are the ones hiding behind sheep's clothing." You stupid bitch you did it. You talked the man's ear off and now he thinks you're weird and trying to look for a polite way to escape. Lucky for you, you shall take pity on his soul. "Now excuse me I'm going to go take a long walk off a short pier." You promptly turned around intent on finding Ember and getting the hell out of there but before you can you felt an arm grab yours.
"I just..uh" You turned around to see the giant man holding on to you while shuffling on his feet and looking away. This was odd since he always held himself together never allowing someone to cause visible discomfort. However, here he was reminding you of a teenage boy caught off guard by what his parents said.
"I'm sorry for talking too much." He cut you off by shaking his head.
"No need to apologize...It's been a while since someone managed to throw me for a loop and it's just...surprising to say the least." You both stood there awkwardly shuffling not sure what to do or what to say. When you looked down at his hand he quickly let go giving a quick sorry out. Now it was back to the awkwardness as you both stood next to each other staring into the shark tank.
"Are you sure that my being here isn't annoying? I can always leave you alone." He mulled it over for a couple of seconds before answering.
"I don't mind the company." You nodded your head in the affirmative.
"Then, what's your favorite shark?" You prayed that he let you use that as a distraction and a conversation opener if he truly didn't mind your company. You felt him looking at you before he focused back on the tank.
"Mackerel Sharks." You gave a sigh of relief engaging in idle chit-chat with him while moving along to observe each tank. Despite the initial shyness and awkwardness, you found yourself enjoying his company. As expected of a man who was part dolphin (The Orca are in fact part of the dolphin family despite their name "killer whale") he knew just about every single animal in the ocean that had been discovered. Even if it was kind of expected it still impressed you how much knowledge he was able to retain. Then again when you're passionate about something it tends to stick to you.
"This was surprisingly peaceful, I enjoyed myself." You were in a secluded part of the aquarium and you figured it had to do with the fact that he didn't want to be seen or hounded by the general public yet.
"I enjoyed myself as well L/N-kun." You didn't want to be called by your last name feeling a celebrity shouldn't be doing that but he insisted.
"Sooooo...." You didn't want to part ways yet. You refused! You enjoyed yourself a whole lot and you knew he was super busy but you wanted to enjoy another afternoon with him if possible.
"Can I see your phone?" You blinked at him before digging into your pocket fetching your phone and giving it to him unlocked thinking maybe he needed it. He scrolled, hit something, and pressed a few buttons before hitting one more button. You heard his phone ring puzzling you further as to why he needed your phone before he gave it back to you. You looked and your jaw dropped. He gave you his number! He put Gang with an emoji of a dolphin next to it. "That's just in case you want to...talk whenever ready." You looked up at him with widen eyes still in shock that he trusted you a regular civilian with something so personal.
"I will protect this number with my whole heart." It was dramatic but, it was important that his personal cell did not fall into the wrong hands. He chuckled petting your head again.
"I'm sure you will." He looked up behind you prompting you to turn around to see Ember with a shit-eating grin on her face. "It was a pleasure to meet you L/N-kun. I hope the two of you make it home safe." With a wave to the two of you, he turned around and you didn't move until his cape disappeared around the corner.
"BITCH SPILL THE TEA!" You hissed at her but that didn't stop her from hanging onto you like a leech. You chose to ignore her walking out of the aquarium with her still latched onto you.
"I'll tell you later crazy." You ignored her screeching choosing to think about your secret crush on your Idol. Ugh, you were such a fangirl.
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#anime#fanfic#manga#bnha#mha#fanfiction#quotev#quirks#fluff#x reader#Gang Orca#Gang Orca imagines#x female reader#x fem!reader#Gang orca x female reader#kugo sakamata
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We’re Batshit Crazy
@spnquotebingo Word count:1,609
Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.
Gotham AU
Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader
Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)
Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.
Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence
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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.
The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.
They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.
Y/n POV
"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.
Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)
"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.
Two years later.
I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.
Two more years later(two years ago)
Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.
One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)
I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.
"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.
Present
Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.
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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural
Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham
Well first crossover AU in my bingo card
#spnquotebingo#dean winchester#supernatural#supernatural au#gotham au#batman#red hood#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#enemies and lovers#marraige#alternative universe#super-unnatural#joker#harley quinn#villian!reader#daughter!reader#clown princess#crowned queen of crime#crowned king of chaos#hero x villain
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I saw that u were taking requests (yey) I'd want like a soulmate au (there are numerous kinds but I want u to have freedom to write what kind u want!) but it's just pure angst 😳😳 it could be any member n possibly an open or no happy ending :] I'm just a sucker for angst n think u would write this so well!
Anonymous said: Yoongi x reader, soul mate au, angsty but happy ending pls cuz I'm sensitive 🥺 maybe both soul mates get a weird tattoo, or hear each others thoughts or something else
Both these requests are asking for soulmate AUs, so I’m compiling them together. But one wants it to be angst city and the other wants a happy ending LOL. Guess we’ll see what happens.
↳ The Soulmate Gift
3.6k || 70% Angst, 30% Fluff || Min Yoongi || Soulmate!AU
Warning: depiction of child abuse
It happens when you’re ten.
They told you it was different for everyone, that it usually started during puberty and it was perfectly normal. But you’re pretty sure it’s not supposed to be like this.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
You flinch at the noises, the bathroom door quivering against the frame from the pounding on the other side. Your mom shouts, “Get out!”
“Just give me one second!” You look back into the mirror, staring at yourself with seaweed green hair and streaks of bright purple. You look like a clown and you want to cry.
You don’t run into your mom on your way out, so you go to school with a tattered baseball cap, stuffing all of your hair in it. During the trudge to school with a grumbling stomach, you hold the cap tight against your skull, not letting a single strand loose. You’re nervous on the playground, your other hand coming to grip at your backpack strap. But luckily, no one asks.
At least not until you’re inside and getting settled into your desk.
“Good morning, class!” Mrs. An struts into the room, beelining towards the front. “Open your books! Tommy, shush!” You try your best to hide beneath your open textbook that’s propped up, but the moment she looks in your direction, she’s already saying, “Y/N, no hats inside.”
You straighten. “Um, my mom—”
“Rules are rules. Take it off,” she commands without leaving room to argue or explain. “This is the last time I’ll repeat myself unless you want detention.”
So you do.
You slip the cap off your head with tears stinging your eyes.
Mrs. An turns to the whiteboard, beginning to write the title for today’s lesson, but a loud gasp from the classmate sitting behind you captures her attention again. She swivels on her feet and her eyes land straight on your head. Everyone’s eyes do. On your stark, fiery red hair.
Your cheeks burn in embarrassment.
The next thing you know, you’re being dragged by your teacher into the principal's office. From the hall, you can still hear the entire classroom giggling, whispering about you and making a complete ruckus much to Mrs. An’s dismay.
“This is unbelievable!” she howls, hands lifted to the sky. “How could a fifth grader have hair like this?! It’s entirely inappropriate! It’s a complete distraction to the classroom!”
The principal, Mr. Park, hums. His hands are clasped on top of his desk and he calmly asks, “Did your parents dye your hair yesterday, Y/N?”
You slump and mutter, “No.”
He frowns. “Then who did?”
“No one…”
Mrs. An spits, “Then you did it yourself?!”
“No!” Your voice pitches in an attempt to defend yourself and your teeth sink into the bottom of your lip, trying to hold back your tears. You don’t want to get into trouble. “I woke up like this!”
But Mrs. An doesn’t believe you. Her eyes narrow and she scoffs. “How dare you lie to me and the principle?! If you didn’t do it, then who did? It’s against the rules to have anything other than your natural hair colour!”
Mr. Park sighs lightly. “We’ll just have to contact your mom and speak to her, Y/N.”
Immediately, your eyes widen and you bolt to a stand. “No, please!” you cry out. “Don’t! I’m sorry! I’ll dye it back! I won’t do it ever again!”
But the man shakes his head. “It’s too late for that.”
Your fist crumples and you deflate.
Your mom comes in half an hour later, dressed in stained jeans, old boots, and the only clean flannel she has. She’s not happy. You can tell by the look on her face. Even if she smiles and nods her head at the principal, you can see the tick in her eye and the muscle in her cheek twitching.
The moment she looks at you, her eyes become rounded at your crimson hair.
“I had no idea this happened. I’m so sorry for her behaviour. She must’ve gotten her hands onto my dye kits somehow.” She sighs and turns to you. “It won’t happen again. Right, Y/N?”
You nod. “I’m sorry.”
Mr. Park smiles softly. “Not at all. It’s not that big of a deal. Some...teachers around here just adhere more strongly to the rules, so we want to make sure it’s consistent for everyone. It’s a bit of a distraction to her peers, but as long as Y/N comes in tomorrow with more...appropriate hair, it won’t be a problem.”
Afterwards, you’re sent home early.
Your mom is silent on the walk home. You trail after her, dreading what will happen when you get back.
The neighbours’ dog barks against the chain link fence, growling and baring their teeth. You flinch, getting closer to the gutter to avoid them. You’re safe when you get to your yard a few steps away and onto the worn, wooden porch that nearly breaks with your mom’s stomps. She kicks a few cigarette buds to the side and opens the squeaky screen door. You swallow hard and follow after her.
The living room is messy with clothes and old pizza boxes on the floor, and the TV is still on in the corner.
“Mom….mom….I didn’t do it.”
You drop your backpack, watching her stride towards the kitchen. She opens a drawer as you plead to her, and your voice becomes louder as the silver reflection of sharp scissors catches your eye. “No! Please! I swear I’m not lying!”
It’s useless.
She’s larger, taller, bigger and stronger than you are.
She comes over and grabs your long hair, yanking it from your head. You cry as she starts to cut. Jagged lines, quick snips, sawing off the strands. A sob breaks through your chest and trying to get away only makes her grip on your hair tighten and she pulls it to get you back.
Mom grits her teeth. “How dare you go behind my back and cause my trouble, you bitch. You stole my dye, didn’t you?! You thief!”
You scream and cry. “I didn’t! I didn’t!”
She never once notices how your hair returns to its natural colour as it sheds to your feet. That the moment it’s snipped from your head, the blazing red has faded away and lost the colour.
When it’s over, the scissors are tossed on the floor.
You’re left slumped on the ground, in a pool of your own hair. There are bald spots on your scalp while the other side is longer, uneven. What’s left of your head bleeds bright yellow, the colour of sunshine.
The next day, the shade mellows out, almost into a dirty blonde. You hope it’s good enough.
Your mom’s asleep on the sofa, snoring away with the TV still playing in the background. So you make it past her and trudge to school.
Kids are playing on the playground when you get there and you grip your backpack straps as you look on. But you don’t join them. Your feet turn and you duck out of sight, slipping into the school through the side doors. You’re lucky the janitor hasn’t locked them.
You’re not supposed to be inside the building yet, but you hope no one notices. Unluckily, someone turns the corner down the hall. But you breathe a sigh of relief when it’s just Mrs. Jung.
She’s always been nice.
“Good morning.”
She’s busy tapping on her phone, yet in a chirpy voice, she still exclaims, “Good morning! How are you—”
Mrs. Jung finally looks up and she suddenly stops.
You don’t know why her face looks like that. Like she’s seen a ghost. Is your hair really that bad? You tried to fix it and you thought it turned out okay.
Mrs. Jung gets closer and then lowers to a kneel in front of you, matching your height. Her shaking hand lifts and she touches the side of your head. You feel her fingertips against your scalp that still stings. You hiss and when you look at her, you see tears in her eyes. You wonder why.
“Who did this?” Her voice is quiet, gentle.
“Um….I was playing with scissors.”
Mrs. Jung looks at you again and says, “You’re allowed to tell me, Y/N.”
You stay quiet, not sure what to tell her, not sure you want to get into any more trouble. If you do and get sent to the principal's office again, who knows what your mom would do then.
But as you’re thinking about it, Mrs. Jung adds on, “No one will get into trouble, I promise.”
She looks into your eyes.
Your head droops, downcast vision looking at the floor. A quiet mumble escapes— “My mom.”
You’re not sure what happens after that. You’re sure your mom would be enraged if she knew you were talking about her and if you got her into trouble, that would be the worst. But for some reason, you don’t feel scared. Not when Mrs. Jung takes your hand and brings you to her science classroom.
You sit behind her desk that’s hidden away from the rest of the class by bookshelves and she gives you an apple juice box. You slurp it up — you haven’t eaten since yesterday’s lunch.
When you peek out, you see Mrs. Jung talking to another teacher in the hall. Soon after, the principle comes to visit you. He has the same expression as Mrs. Jung did and asks you if your mom’s done something like this before.
That day, your grandma picks you up from school. It’s a pleasant surprise. You’ve always liked your grandma but your mom never let her visit much. She hugs you tight.
The colour of your hair is a warm shade of gray.
...
Mrs. Jung takes you on a one-on-one special field trip on Sunday. She picks you up from Grandma’s house after you’ve had your favourite for breakfast: sunny-side up eggs. She drives you to the clinic and the female doctor hits your knee, making it bounce. The doctor also measures how tall you are, shines a light in your eye and asks if green is your favourite colour.
You see in the wall mirror that your head’s turned into a teal shade. You tell her no.
Half an hour later, you’re put in a machine that flashes lots of colours. They reassure you but you’re not scared. The vivid hues and mosaic of shades that blur past your eyes are pretty.
When it’s done, the doctor holds a clipboard while sitting next to the computer. Your legs swing from the edge of the examination table as you’re situated comfortable on the plush seat.
“It’s as I initially suspected, the hair is her soulmate gift. It changes colour based on her soulmate’s emotions.”
Mrs. Jung frowns. “I’ve never heard of something like that before.”
“Yes, well, it’s much more rare. Only point zero six experience a hair quirk.” The doctor looks from Mrs. Jung to you then back at her again. “Typically, as you know, soulmate gifts come in the form of names tattooed into skin or even countdowns of when the person would meet their soulmate, but soulmate gifts can take all kinds of different shapes and forms. Luckily, this shouldn’t affect her too much aside from, obviously, her hair changing color. Kids usually receive their gift around puberty, but looks like she’s an early bloomer.”
The doctor briefly smiles at you and then rolls on her chair towards her desk. “She’s also malnourished, but I believe with the proper nutrition, she’ll be able to recover. We should book another appointment in a few months to keep an eye on that and the hair.”
When the trip to the clinic is over, Mrs. Jung brings you to the mall.
You look around with wide eyes at all the clothes in the windows, but she eventually stops in front of a particular store and kneels in front of you. Her eyes lock into yours and she takes your hand.
“Y/N, you understand what the doctor told you, right?”
“Yeah. My hair’s my soulmate gift.” You had guessed it was that anyway.
Mrs. Jung nods with a smile. “Yes, you’ve always been a smart girl.”
She strokes your head affectionately and says, “I know you might not feel it now, but it really is a gift. Your soulmate is the one meant for you, your other half. They’re the one who can make you even happier. It’s both a blessing and a privilege to have. But it’s also okay if you hate it. You don’t have to like your soulmate gift,” she reassures. “If one day, you’re more comfortable with your hair, then that would be good. But it’s also okay if you’re not. It’s up to you.”
You nod after a moment.
Mrs. Jung smiles. “We’re gonna go into that wig shop, okay? You can pick two that you like and I’ll help you get it.”
Picking out wigs is more fun than you expect. The people there are happy to help and you end up going home with one black, long hair wig and another brown bobbed one that makes you look like Rapunzel after she cut her hair.
...
You only see your mom three times after that.
Once, she comes to your grandma’s house. Your grandma doesn’t let her see you, but you watch them yell at each other on the porch from the upstairs window. The next time is a year later in court. Your mom cries out for you and you tell her you’re sorry. Her hug is so tight, you can barely breathe.
The last is a visit on your own accord years later.
The small house you spent your childhood in is falling apart, windows broken, trash in the yard. You find her sitting on the armchair with a hazy expression, TV playing in the corner. She’s in the same exact position as if you never left. You put a blanket over her, but she stirs awake and sees you. She asks to borrow a hundred dollars.
Your mom winds up throwing a dirty plate your way when you give her twenty. It’s all you have on you.
You don’t realize the significance of what Mrs. Jung’s done for you until years later after you’ve long graduated elementary. So you visit her during High School with a thank you card and a bouquet of flowers. She’s gotten old by then, but she still remembers. She cries and hugs you tight. It feels comforting. And her hand brushes against the strands of your baby blue locks.
Grandma helps you grow out your hair again and is one of the people who help you become comfortable in it. By university, you’ve discarded your wigs in favour of your real hair that’s gotten luscious and shiny. Your friends think it's the coolest thing they’ve ever seen and some people approach you to tell you they love it and ask where you got it done.
You tell them it’s your soulmate gift.
Throughout the years, you pick at the ends of your hair and keep track of its changes in your diary. It becomes a habit to play with your hair, to memorize the shade it morphs to. You find that during the winter seasons, your hair becomes white often. One day, it turns white twenty six times.
On Valentine’s Day one year, your hair stays solid pink the whole day. And on another, it’s black for an entire week in April.
You start to hypothesize on the data you collect, noting the frequency of the hair colour changes, of each shade. You suspect hues of yellow signify happiness, reds are anger, blues are sadness, white is when your soulmate is cold. You’re not so sure about the others—
“Y/N.”
Seokjin is leaning on your cubicle as you shut your journal, having recorded your hair turning into a shade of lilac.
“Boss man wants to see you.”
Your eyes widen and you stumble up, pushing your small office chair back. “What for?”
The man shrugs. “Beats me. I wouldn’t worry about it though. It’s not like he’s going to fire you………..right?”
Seokjin grins, but his joke only spurs more nerves on you.
You get to the door, smooth out your pencil skirt and with a deep breath, you knock.
“Come in.”
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Min?”
You step inside his office, finding him looking into a small table mirror at his desk. He’s peering at his left eye and bats his lash several times. But then he sets the mirror down and looks at you.
“Yes, please take a seat.”
You clear your throat and sit in the chair across from him. The mirror is propped up in your direction, and you notice how your hair turns into a shade of monotone gray. It starts at the roots, bleeding downwards until all the strands have altered completely.
You pipe up, “If this is about the Jeon files, sir, I already redid them.”
“No, that’s not it.” He rubs his left eye that’s watering and then blinks. “Actually, I wanted to have a conversation about this for a while. Joy was supposed to talk to you about this, but she’s busy at the moment.”
Joy from HR.
You’re immediately on alert. “Yes, sir.”
Mr. Min says, “It’s about your hair.”
Oh.
He rubs his eye and then clasps his hands together on top of his desk. “Recently, we received a customer complaint that your hair was unprofessional.”
“It’s my soulmate gift.”
“Yes. I know. You mentioned it during your interview. But it still could be considered a distraction in the workplace.”
The word ‘distraction’ has a muscle by your brow jumping. It makes you practically bristle as déjà vu washes over you. But you aren’t ten anymore. You don’t have to be afraid.
You straighten. “With all due respect, I don’t think it’s a requirement for me to have to change my hair. This is out of my control….sir.”
Suddenly, your hair turns a faint hue of red.
Mr. Min’s brow raises as if he didn’t expect you to be so difficult. “It’s part of the rules to have business appropriate attire in the office.”
“Attire yes, but there is nothing referring to hair,” you quietly assert.
His jaw shifts and he leans back into his seat. “Well, we’ll have to confirm if that’s true with HR—”
“I already did,” you interrupt him with a meek smile and as an afterthought, you add, “sir.”
Your hair turns a stronger shade of red. From pastel to a raspberry. Your pupils flicker to the mirror on his desk and your brows furrow as you notice it.
Mr. Min breaks you out of your trance and you redirect your attention to him again. “Is it impossible to make it less of a distraction?” he asks while rubbing his eye that’s tearing up again.
“If it becomes a requirement for me to wear wigs to work every day and not an expectation for others, sir, then the company should pay for it, put it on for me each morning and help me maintain it.” Your hair turns a stronger shade of red — crimson — as Mr. Min rubs his eye more incessantly. You add, “With all due respect, I don’t consider my hair a distraction at all. It is out of my control and it isn’t my fault if others are distracted. It has to do with their attention span.”
He stands. “That’s enough.”
At the same time, from his watered eye, you see something fall out.
You point. “Umm, sir…”
“Shit,” he mutters underneath his breath and looks to the carpet. You stand there for a delayed second before deciding to help him. You round his desk and descend to the ground where he is. All he says is, “It’s a contact lens.”
It’s a surprise to you considering you didn’t know he wore them.
But you quickly spot the transparent half-sphere. “Oh, it’s over there. By your foot.”
Mr. Min frowns. “Where?”
He looks up to see where you’re pointing. Your faces are inches away and instantly your eyes widen. A quiet gasp leaves your lungs. Not because of your close proximity but because Mr. Min’s iris is a fading red. And as confusion takes you, it morphs into a shade of gray.
Blooming outwards from his pupil, colour swirling into place.
“Your eye…” you murmur.
He mumbles, “It’s a soulmate gift.”
Yoongi grabs the brown colour contact lens, cursing at how it’s gotten dirty. But before he can get up, your hands latch onto his wrist, fingers digging into his skin and you tell him, “Wait.”
“What?”
There’s an unquenchable thirst to test the hypothesis that’s dawned upon you.
So when your hair starts to turn into gray as well, you surge forward on sheer intuition. And you kiss your boss, Min Yoongi. Your lips press against his, enough to register how soft and velvet his mouth is, long enough to feel his vanilla chapstick transfer onto your lips. But it’s a chaste peck. Shy and hesitant. And you pull away just as quickly.
Yoongi falls back on his butt with eyes nearly falling out of their sockets.
Immediately, you look over to the mirror on his desk. Your hair is turning from gray to red with faint streaks of cotton candy pink.
You gaze back at Yoongi to find his iris is peony pink.
“D-Did you just kiss me?!”
“Umm, sir, with all due respect, I believe you’re my soulmate.”
The words to dawn upon him. For the first time, your strands of hair morphs into a soft, pastel pink and his irises match the same shade.
#bts fanfic#bts scenario#bts drabble#yoongi angst#yoongi fanfic#yoongi reader insert#yoongi fluff#maso-cxhi#HOPEFULLY this is sufficient#it was definitely hard to balance out some extreme angst while also delivering some fluff lol
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JAMES POTTER x SLYTHERIN!READER | QUIDDITCH FIRE
Summary: After a rough quidditch match James decides to get you off.
Warnings: swear words, smut, angst, enemies to lovers, choking kink, might have some degradation, breeding kink.
"JAMES FUCKING POTTER, REG, FOCUS" you screamed at your fellow teammate, seeker, Regulus Black to get it together.
When it comes to Quidditch, people realize why you were sorted into Slytherin. Apart from ability to be a major cunt, you were ambitious Slytherin minx who lived to be a Quidditch player. You were a very important player to the Slytherin Quidditch team and, probably, the best Chaser the school has seen in a while. Shot after shot you were earning your team major amount of points. With phenomenal body blow you did with your fellow chaser to the opposing one you got clear shot at the hoop.
However, just as you shot it and it went through, Gryffindor's stands erupted in cheers. You turned towards their seeker, James Bloody Prat Potter, who was holding the golden snitch.
The noise was not getting to you, it was not in your style. You cannot lose, but you did. James smirked at you waving a snitch in his hand. It sent you in full blown rage. Yes, you were a sore loser, but you loved the game and you loved to win. You wanted it to be your future, and this day was the day where scouts were coming to scout for talent. You huffed out in anger and landed down on the pitch waiting just when you were out of everyone's sight to throw your broom against the locker room door. The fact that all house teams shared one changing room separated in four sides by the lockers made you seriously sick. The door opened and you were face to face with none other that James Potter.
Your broom was blocking the door opening completely and he picked it up scanning the Green broom with silver details. Your granddad's design, one of a kind.
"There you are" James smiled at you handing you your broom back "good play for a Slytherin. Though not a match for me, wondered where you wandered off to. I suppose congratulations are in order, maybe even a kiss" he kept his grip on your broom as you were taking it back not letting you have it back fully, just how he did with your spotlight.
"Fuck off, Potter" you spat.
"Expected nothing better from a snake" he said obviously amused by your attitude.
"This one is venomous, so I will kindly ask you again to fuck off before I lose my shit. Do not tempt me!" You took your broom back and he waltzed over to the opposite side of the room to his locker maintaining his look at you.
As you pulled off your jersey he had a clear view of your figure. He couldn't lie, you were his deepest darkest desire. You grabbed your clean clothes heading to hit the showers, not aware that he followed soon after you.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing now? First you cut my spotlight, fucking it up for my career and now you want to cut in my shower?" You gritted.
"Darling, I am merely saving Hogwarts some water" he started to shed his clothing nearing you like a lion neared his prey.
"James..." you bit your lip as he cornered you against the cold tiles his thumb gently caressing your cheek "I fucking hate you"
"I know..." he whispered his eyes staring deep into yours.
And that is when you grabbed his cheeks pulling him into a deep kiss. You always wanted to do that, yes, he was insufferable prat but you couldn't explain what was it that drawn you to him. His tongue fought yours for dominance but he was not giving you this fight. He would fuck submission into you if he had to. His hand moved from your cheek to your neck applying slight pressure as his long fingers wrapped tightly around it. His knee spread your legs apart and you shed the last of your clothing your pussy firmly pressed against his thigh.
"Not so venomous now, are we?" He smirked cockily.
"Psst, you still haven't fucked me yet" you shot back grabbing his member in your hand.
He turned on the shower muttering muffliato and colloportus. His attention was now all on you. He was hard, aching hard by the movements of your hands.
"Fuck that, I can't wait princess" he grabbed you by your thighs picking you up swiftly. In a quick snap of his hips he entered you earning him to hear your shaky moan. You were adjusting to his size gulping that lump that created in your throat.
"Damn, you feel so good, how about I knock that pussy up to keep you in my life forever, huh?" He sneered as your eyes rolled at the back of your head.
"Answer me, slut" he gritted.
"Y-yes, please sir" you whined in desperation, needing him to move so badly.
"Good girl" he moved his hips pounding into you hard.
He could not lie, he loved hearing noises you made as he fucked you making him even harder. He used his grip on your neck you make you look him in the eyes as he pounded into you mercilessly. All that rage and frustration faded as he did that grippinhg on all parts of your body. He felt himself getting closer as your walls clenched hard around him practically milking him.
"Blimey, I'm going to cum" he groaned as his thrusts became slow but hard making your eyes go wide open while looking at his.
Your body began to shake and you barely managed to let him know you could not hold it in.
"Cum for me, my little snake" he let out a moan as you both came hard at the same time.
You were still shaking from your orgasam and he helped you wash yourself off still keeping you close.
"Come on princess, I believe there are some scouts waiting for us in Dumbledore's office" he smiled earning your wide eyed shocked expression.
"Blimey, James!" You rushed to dress up pulling him along with you as he dressed up himself.
Needless to say that he had to give you piggyback ride to the office because you couldn't walk properly, first earning the shocked expressions of your teammates as you exited the changing room and students that lingered in halls. Most shocked however was Sirius Black.
"When the fuck did this happen?! You cannot be serious!" Sirius walked after you two towards the office.
"You're right, you're Sirius" with a cocky smile bot of you disappeared into the office leaving stunned Marauders to stare at the skulpture.
"Pads, you owe me ten galleons" Remus quipped amused at very shocked Sirius, who was being nothing less than his usual dramatic self.
"Godrick..." Sirius dug out the money smacking it into Remus's hand.
James was leaning against his bed frame explaining his friends how Y/n L/n came to be his girlfriend. He was yet to hear the outcome of her talk with the scouts. And just as he finished the outline of the story a rushed knock interrupted them. Remus moved to open the door, confused to meet you at the other end of it.
"Lily let me in, JAMESIE I FUCKING DID IT!" you jumped up and down still standing om the doorway.
Sirius watched you like he saw a bear in clown costume, Peter was looking at Remus whose head shot at James who grabbed your arm pulling you inside.
"Did what princess?" He asked excitedly.
"I am officially the chaser for The Holyhead Harpies!" You squealed in excitement earning a big grin from your boyfriend.
"That's my girl!" James cheered ad hugged you tight kissing the top of your head.
"Congratulations, y/n, you deserved it" Remus smiled at you and Peter congratulated you too.
"I still don't trust you. First, you told my brother off now you shag my best mate... I guess I will have to live with it" Sirius sighed dramatically.
" You better, I am gonna marry this one" James hugged you tightly earning a soft chuckle from you.
Good thing for that Quidditch fire.
#marauders smut#james potter smut#james potter x reader#james potter x you#james potter x y/n#james potter imagine#james potter one shot#slytherin reader
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" what's the matter sweetie~~? Why don't you get close? Loook~ here's your teddy beaaar~ come here and take it.....come on take it.....jarjarjar....." The big headed clown chuckled darkly as he stare up at you with his golden deadly eyes.
Your eight year old self could see his sickening grin form from ear to ear inside the dark echoing sewer. You notice how he had spots of blood spread on his big mouth and his dirty clothes. He held your now ripped bloody teddy bear in his shaky claws.
You grimace at the way it look but you remember when your little brother gave it to you for your seventh birthday. Your little brother went missing one night and that teddy bear is really important for you because it's the only thing left from your little brother.
" Give me back Mr. Teddy! Please it's from my little brother! He gave it to me for my birthday! " You pleaded with your tiny soft voice.
" Your little brother..... Jeongin?....." The red headed clown said as he raised his thin round eyebrows and widen his eyes looking creepy.
You also widen your eyes as that creepy looking clown mentioned him. Perhaps....does he know where her little brother is? Does he know something about his disappearance?
" How do you know him?....." You asked as you crawl closer towards the sewer. The clown chuckled and grinned widely showing his sharp yellow teeth.
" Little Jeongin is with me honey~......do you want to see hiiimm~?" He cooed with his silly and raspy clown voice.
You eagerly nodded. " PLEASE! PLEASE! Jeonginie~! Come back!"
Your eyes widen when you saw your little 6 year old brother. He wore a yellow raincoat. His hoodie was up covering his small chubby face. His raincoat looked dirty, covered in mud, pieces of trash stick on the coat. He held a red floating balloon in his tiny hands.
" If you want your brother back...." This time the clown frowned, and he looked deadly at her. " Then get down and take him.....NOW!" He yelled scaring you.
" Jeongin~! Jeongin~! Come over here! It's me Y/n! Jeongin!" You said crawling slowly towards the sewer, your tiny arm sticking out to reach for him. " I can't, I can't...." Jeongin cried as he step back, still his small face looking down all this time. The clown chuckled darkly as he was opening his wide mouth.
" Y/n!!!...."
" Y/n! What are you doing there next to the sewers! You're going to fall!"
You turn to your side and immediately stood up. You looked at your little friends that called you. The clown suddenly growled as he aggressively grab Jeongin and pushed him away like a ragged doll. He felt annoyed he couldn't get what he wanted; his fresh food.
" Guys my little brother is in here.....!" You stoped speaking as you turn to look back at the sewers. The clown nor your little brother weren't there anymore.
" Y/n......how could he be in the sewers?...." Yeonjun asked as he held your tiny hands with his tiny ones.
" Y/n! You shouldn't get close! You could fall!" Your taller friend Soobin, suddenly hug you.
" But I saw a creepy clown! He had my teddy bear and Jeongin!"
Yeonjun gulp down saliva as he heard about the clown again.
" Clown? On the sewers? Y/n you're too cute and funny pleased stop!" Soobin laughed as he pinched your chubby cheeks.
You looked at Yeonjun and he did the same. He squeezed your hand almost telling you that he believes you.....
Flashback End
"Ahhh! I need to stop remembering it!" You yelled as you got up from the bed to get ready for school.
" Y/n! Eat something! At least an apple!" Your mother yelled from across the kitchen. " No mom I'm late!" You said and quickly put on your shoes that were next to the door. " Bye mom love you!"
" Love you too!....ahh! This girl" she shook her head.
" Hey! Y/n!~" Your friend Soobin said as he smiled at you. " You woke up late too?..." The tall dark hair boy with an undercut said as he look down at you. You nodded. " Yes! I....had that weird memory again...." You said as you touched your forehead.
"Mmm....ohhh....the clown memory? You mean a dream?.... Again!? Y/n you keep having that same dream so often? Are you really that scare of clowns?...." Soobin chuckled as he face palm.
" Soobin you don't understand-"
" Hey Y/nnie~! Hey Soobin~~~ i'm glad y'all waited for me" Beomgyu smiled kindly as he put on his red beanie over his long rock emo boy hair cut.
" We weren't waiting for you, we stop to talk about her nightmare.…" Soobin smiled innocently at him showing his deep dimples.
" The clown dream......Y/n, baby...." Suddenly Beomgyu wrapped his left arm around your shoulders getting close to you, his fingers from his right hand slightly pinching your small chin moving your face towards his lovely gaze. " you see, fears are like food.....you can't resist them.....they hypnotized you to eat them...."
" What are you saying? That doesn't make sense" Soobin laughed and you agree bobbing your head repeatly.
" What I mean is that I'm hungry. Long or short story...Y/n.... YOU NO LONGER A CHILD GROW UP! FEARING CLOWNS IS FOR LOSERS!" Beomgyu yelled exaggerating every word he said while making dramatic hand gestures.
" Says the loser that is scared of the red sun...." Short blond hair Huening Kai said as he smirked at Beomgyu, teasing him.
" Kai~~~" Beomgyu suddenly hug him sofly and then let go. " Hey! Stop it! The red sun is not a joke! I've heard once the sun turns red it means the world will end.....or does it mean evil will rise?..." Beomgyu question himself.
" Umm..... where's Yeonjun and Taehyun?... Yeonjun said he'll take us to school...." You furrowed your eyebrows worried. Yesterday he texted in the group chat that he'll be picking them up since he already got his driver's license.
" Tae called me in the morning telling me he feels sick....so he'll stay home...." Hueningkai said.
" Yeonjun doesn't answer his phone....." Soobin said as he hold his iPhone against his ear.
" I'm worry....." Beomgyu said in english.
" Me too gyu...." You said in english as well.
What could've happened to him? He always answer his phone every time we call..... something is wrong.... could it be his parents?
And Taehyun suddenly missing school? When he is one of the top 5 best and smartest students in Junior grade and plus he is a very healthy boy.....
Something is going on and we need to find it out.
" Let's go to his house?....we should check and if he isn't there, let's check in Taehyun's house......ahh!" Beomgyu said earning a smack on the arm by Hueningkai.
" You stole my statement! I was gonna say that! " Kai said.
" Ok let's go now!" You said as you started running and the boys following you.
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" His car isn't there....." Soobin said as he looked around the backyard.
" If his car isn't there....he must not be in the house either...." Kai said staring at the decently looking house.
" Should we knock?" Beomgyu said as he gazed at the maroon door.
" I don't think he's there if his car isn't out here..." You said.
" Alright." Beomgyu answered however he still walked towards the maroon door and knock it. " Mrs and Mr. Choi! It's your son Beomgyu! I want to see my bro! Where is he!?" He yelled his voce kind of cracking, leaning his ear against the door.
Suddenly they heard a heavy kick against the door coming inside the house. Beomgyu flinched like a baby and back off from the door. " The fuck?..." He narrowed his eyebrows as he gave it a weird look.
The person abruptly opens the door and peeks out to see who was the one banging on his door while screaming at it.
" Beomgyu it was you.....who do you think you are to be banging at my door like if you own it...." Yeonjun's father said angrily.
" Your son....." Beomgyu said in a sad tone faking a sad look.
" MY-keeu!.... You ain't my son and don't ever knock on my door like that nor yelled at it as if it's a dog!"
You and the others secretly try their best not to laugh at the whole scene you three are watching making Beomgyu turn back to look at you and your friends.
Beomgyu crack a smile but quickly went back to being serious. " Look sir, we're looking for Yeonjun! That idiot was supposed to take us to school and now we're going to miss it! Not that I care for me it's alright I can missed school every day BUT MY FRIENDS!! THEY LOVE SCHOOL!! IT ISN'T FAIR-"
"ⁿᵒ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ...." Yelled Soobin and Kai from a far.
" Little boy.....I don't care about you or your friends, that idiot is in one of his stupid friend's house.....Taeyang? Taeyong? Taehyung?..... something like that...now JUST-"
" That's enough sir thank you for the info......let's go?" Beomgyu question his friends while raising an eyebrow.
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" Taehyun!!" Soobin screamed as he knock on the door.
From inside the house you could hear Taehyun's heavy steps and cussing them off for making a whole chaos outside his house.
" Can't y'all understand that my parents are sleeping right now?!?.....so disrespectful god....well except for Y/n she's a sweetheart, the only normal one here..." Taehyun glared at his friends except for you. You innocently smiled at him cutely going with the flow.
" Are you sure she's a normal?..." Kai crack a nervous smile and laugh.
" She dreams about clowns chasing her..." Beomgyu joked next.
" CLOWNS!?......" Taehyun widen his big eyes even wider.
" Shhhhhh! Your parents are sleeping and is Yeonjun here? He must...." Soobin glared at him.
" Yeah yeah right, and yes his hear.....how y'all know?" Taehyun asked as he peek inside his house making sure his parents are still sleeping.
" His new car, outside....." You responded.
Taehyun nodded and let the three of you walk inside his house. Taehyun made sure nobody around the neighborhood saw them. For what reason? Only he knows.
" Yaaah Tae you're being suspicious.... what's the matter? Why is Yeonjun here?..." You slightly whispered as all of you gather together in Taehyun's room.
Yeonjun sat on the ground, tiger blanket on his shoulders, eating Doritos and watching SpongeBob like a little kid.
You smiled at that sight and felt happy when you saw him there... healthy and safe.
You know his problems....the problems that happens inside his house everyday. His parents are in the middle of divorce and that had caused horrible fights and arguments between them....and Yeonjun is sick of it.
So you understood why he prefer to stay in somebody else home instead of his own.....you would've done the same if you were in that situation.....lucky for you you don't have a dad so it will never happen. You sat next to Yeonjun and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
Yeonjun looked at you and smile. Taehyun notice how you two were close to each other. He shook his head and tap on Yeonjun's back two times. " Yeonjun, they're here.... mind explaining them?"
" Guys.....the clown.....he talked to me....." Yeonjun said with a scared look and his eyebrows narrowed down. " He said he'll be here to come and get us.....that clown that got my twin sisters is back!"
His eyes landed on yours making you covered your mouth in shock.
Soobin, Beomgyu, and Huening looked at each other slowly, seeing how you were reacting and how Yeonjun and Taehyun look so serious, make them feel like they're being honest.
" Is this for real?.... aren't y'all joking with us?..." Soobin raised his eyebrows.
You looked at Yeonjun and Taehyun with a sad look and so did they towards you.
" Guys.....I know it sounds crazy...but the reason why our younger siblings went missing and their bodies were never found....is because that men dressed in a clown suit ate him! He eats children and even teenagers! Probably even adults! That's why I'm terrified at clowns! Specially him...." You said as you sat down on the bed and covered your face with your hands.
Soobin, Beomgyu, and Huening looked at you surprised. This strange information is slowly processing in their brains.
" Soobin, remember 9 years ago.....I was laying down in front of a sewer...." You said hoping he remembered that very first and last day you talked to that clown. " Yeonjun remembers!" You said as you looked at Yeonjun then back at Soobin.
" I.... remember.....I didn't believe you at that time....so that clown does exist....." He thought as he looked at you in realization.
" Last night I was riding my car, I parked it next to a sewer.....and he was there .....he told me he will come to get me and my friends.....I really don't know what I ever did to him....All I know is that we're in danger..." Yeonjun said as he look up at his friends with red crying eyes.
" We must stay together...." You said as you reach to get Yeonjun's hand to help him stand up. Taehyun quickly walked to your other side and held your hand.
The six of you gather around in a circle holding hands.
" We promise to each other that we will stay together forever, in good and in bad..... together forever!" They all said loudly as they rais their holdings hands up in the air. It was a friendly encouragement for y'all's strong friendship of years.
" What the-! Is this some cult ritual y'all doing? Y/n you're the only girl here be careful!" Taehyun's mother said as she stand there next to the door watching us.
" Mom don't worry Y/n is protected with me...." Taehyun said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and smiled warmly at you.
" Alright......I seriously don't know what y'all doing here instead of being in school but come to the dining room to eat breakfast...." She said as she no longer care what this troublesome kids were doing.
Yeonjun grabs your hand and you accept it. Taehyun notice it and he did the same to you with other hand.
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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series
• Ch. 7: Hush, Hush, Hush •
The children walk single file as they descended from the brush from where they had escaped, Eddie in the lead, Richie taking up the caboose. Y/n had helped Mike up the rocks, and shortly after found herself in the middle behind him. Mike cast a glance in her direction as well as the others.
"Thanks, guys," He said, redirecting his gaze to the ground. "But you shouldn't have done that, they'll be after you too, now."
Eddie was the first to chime in. "Oh, no, no, no, Bowers? He's always after us."
"I guess that's one t-t-thing we all have in common," Bill added.
"Yeah, homeschool!" Richie chirped. "Welcome to the Losers Club!"
Y/n smiled at the boy's remark, shaking her head lightly. It was then that Y/n was reminded of the fleeting thoughts from the night before that bounced around her tired, foggy brain. And a familiar feeling bubbled back up to the surface along with it; a sense of belonging. Y/n did not have much luck when it came to getting close to people, aside from Beverly of course. Until that day at the quarry, she had never truly felt at home. And now that they had a new member - the last piece of the puzzle - she knew as long as she had them, she would be whole.
In fact, they would never say it aloud, but each and every member of the Losers Club shared these same feelings. That day marked the beginning of a beautiful and powerful bond that would last a lifetime. Each and every one was just as important as the next and if you were to pluck any from the line, they would never quite be the same. Each of the eight children felt immediately at home with one another, a comfort so deep and profound it could quiet any lurking anxieties or fears.
For a short while, no one said anything, just a peaceful ambiance blanketed the atmosphere as they descended the small hill of grass. Each of them could feel the tall green blades brush their legs, and the silence was filled with the low yet loud rumble of the train traveling along the tracks, yards behind them. When they reached the bottom of the small hill, Y/n scurried up to the front and joined Eddie by his side. Everyone else disperses, scattering amongst one another, Ben silently taking the lead.
"Hey Kaspbrak" Eddie looked to her, a little taken aback but attentive. "I'm counting on you,"
Eddie blushed uncomfortably until he realized what she had been implying. She had been holding her left arm, just below the shoulder, and gestured to it with her eyes. She blushed herself and played it off with a weak laugh.
"My arm?" She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "If you anyone has a band-aid it's you."
He laughed nervously as well, as he reached into one of his fanny packs, careful to watch his step as he was still walking. He pulled out a bandaid and handed it to her, she smiled in thanks. She wished she could have said she was surprised when he continued to pull supplies out one by one. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't find that a least a little impressive. It reminded her of clowns packed into a clown car. Ugh, she shivered slightly, bad analogy, nevermind.
"Here you go. Also, here's some ointment, it's a special disinfectant - who the fuck knows all the germs that were on that rock, you'll need all the help you can get. I also have gauze, normally I don't carry gauze but since your leg is still pretty bad, I figured I should carry some, just in case. Here you take it, I think I have some more, also, I kept a small wrap of ace bandages, you really need to - wait you have been changing them frequently, right? You always, always change bandages, the bigger the wound the more important it is you change it. Seriously, this is really important because-!"
"BEEP BEEP BEEEP!" Richie shouted suddenly, strolling up and walking between the pair. "Hear that sound, Doctor K? That's the sound of her flat-lining. You took too fucking long, genius, if you were a real doctor she would have bled out on your table already!"
Y/n snickered under her breath, several of the Losers smiled as well. Eddie felt his face grow hot, and he turned angrily to Richie, his face contorted in an angry pout. He was struggling for words, but before he could form a proper sentence, Richie continued.
"Quick tip, Doc, don't talk your patients to death!"
Stan laughed dryly, "Yeah, you're one to talk."
"Hey there, woah, woah, woah!" He threw his arms up in defense. "I'm just givin' the people what they want!"
"Great!" Y/n said excitedly, her face lighting up briefly before falling. "How bout some silence? Beep beep, Richie."
Mike, who had blended into the group so effortlessly and had been silently processing - still adjusting to the group dynamic - laughed suddenly and loudly. Everyone looked to him, taken slightly aback by his sudden, but infectious laugh. And it wasn't long until that laughter spread, everyone had cracked a smile and there was scattered laughter that melted away any previous tension.
By now, Y/n had applied the ointment and the band-aid easily. She handed the tube of disinfectant back to Eddie as well as the gauze.
"Thanks, but the band-aid will do just fine. Luckily, this one is only just a little cut."
Eddie nearly tripped, he had been so lost in thought as he stared anxiously at the gauze outstretched in her hand. He licked his lips nervously, and his eyes flickered to hers. She noted his tentativeness and waited expectantly, but he could hold his tongue no longer, crush or not.
"...Seriously, have you been changing those bandages, you never answered me and I'm sorry but that's disgusting if you haven't changed them cause the wound really needs to air out and if it doesn't you could end up-"
"Christ, Eddie! I've changed them!" Y/n blurted, falling into a small fit of chuckles to show she wasn't truly mad.
He tried to conceal his blush, but he played it off with a vigorous shake of the head and change of topic.
"Hey, where are we going anyway? I can't be out too long or my mom will kill me. One time, I was like, two minutes late for curfew and she had a panic attack."
Ben looked over his shoulder, he had taken the lead and while no one had mentioned it yet, everyone had instinctively followed him.
"Well, I was hoping to show you guys something."
Everyone gave one another an odd, questioning look but they followed Ben into the trees, nevertheless.
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Night had fallen the day of the rock fight and another day began. The group of misfits had found themselves in town, where the annual parade was taking place. Wracked with guilt and the unpleasant feeling of being pitied, Y/n was trying to talk Eddie out of buying her the delicious frozen treat she had been ogling. Eddie had noticed the longing in her eyes when she spotted a young child with one of their own, and it was then that he really noticed the effects the sun had on her. Her baggy clothes were sticking to her arms and legs, and he could see beads of sweat percolating above her brow.
Once again, their previous exchange on the fire escape popped into his head and he was reminded once more of how fortunate he was that he could afford such little things he took for granted. The power of suggestion had already gotten to him as well when he saw a frustrated father shoving an ice cream cone at his crying child, and although the sight made him cringe he couldn't quite shake the sudden craving of the sweet treat. Hence their detour to the ice cream cart, he could practically hear Richie ragging on him for getting her something with the audacity to leave him out - What, you skimping out on me now, Eds? - Eddie opted for a vanilla cone for Rich, just to be safe. But none of that stopped Y/n from protesting against it.
"Eddie, you really don't have to do this,"
The young L/n girl looked between the hypochondriac kid and the disgruntled teenager behind the cart, slinging ice cream. Ignoring her protests, he dropped the small pile of coins he had retrieved from his fanny pack onto the metal counter of the cart. The overheated employee slid it towards himself to the end of the counter, plucking the quarters from the surface and handed Eddie two vanilla cones. Eddie gladly took them in each napkin-clad hand - he had already grabbed several napkins so as to not spill or drip anything. Y/n watched defeated, albeit a bit excited, as the young man behind the counter opened another compartment and retrieved the y/f/f popsicle and handed it to her.
She hesitantly took the popsicle, trying her best to mask the ravenous look in her eye.
"Eddie-"
"Look, it's best you have that anyway, it's supposed to get like, really hot out today so it's best you keep cool or you could be one step closer to heatstroke. And let me tell you, that is not fun, not fun at all! Did you know that-"
A loud burst of noise disrupted their conversation and they turned to see the cause. Richie had gotten his hands on one of the marching bands instruments - a tuba by the looks, and sound of it. The owner of the tuba was angrily reaching for it but Richie managed to keep it out of his reach. His cheeks puffed and his face turned pink as a few short bursts of noise came from the instrument.
Eddie and Y/n shared an amused look and Y/n's eyes fell to the popsicle. She sighed lightly, trying to tame the pit in her stomach that always occurred when she was pitied. Now Y/n appreciated the gesture, she really did. It was awfully sweet of the boy, and she would be lying if she said it didn't make her stomach do a small flip, but all that was easily drowned out by how small she felt. She hated being a charity case, it was bad enough Beverly had basically kept her fed all these years but Y/n reminded herself that their friendship was symbiotic - they each had something to offer the other. But this made her feel like she owed Eddie, and she didn't like that.
The two left the cart and walked along the sidewalk at a steady pace. Nervously, she looked at the boy.
"Eddie, I appreciate it, but I don't want to owe you or anything. I-"
Eddie's face contorted into a confused frown. He chuckled weakly before taking a quick lick of his ice cream. He shook his head.
"You don't owe me! It's just a popsicle, it's no big deal."
Words failed her and she looked at the popsicle tentatively. Eddie noticed this and was scrambling to put out the small fire he had caused.
"Think of it as a favor to me,"
Y/n showed no efforts to hide her confusion. "A favor?"
"Yeah, you stay cool, and I don't have to take care of you when you suffer from heatstroke."
Her frown stayed cemented to her face as she stared at the boy, and Eddie feared his message was lost in translation. For fuck's sake, he didn't mean it like that! Great, now he sounded like a total ass.
Y/n broke out into chuckles and Eddie felt the enormous weight leave his shoulders. He chuckled with her, though they came out more strained and nervous. She shook her head, eyebrows raised.
"Man, you must care if you're willing to make up that load of horse shit." Y/n's tempted eye fell to the popsicle in her hand. "Thanks, shrimp, I appreciate it. But just this one time, okay? I always end up feeling like I owe people whenever they do stuff like this. Even if it's small things, cause a lot of stuff that might seem small to you, are kind of a big deal to me, does that make any sense?"
Eddie nodded.
"To tell you the truth, I've never tried one before."
Eddie's eyes widened and he looked frantically between her and her dessert.
"You gotta try it! They're really good!"
Y/n smiled weakly.
"Eddie, I mean it. Do you get what I'm saying?"
Eddie nodded eagerly, his eyes frequently falling to the popsicle.
"I get it, won't happen again. I promise. But seriously, you gotta try it! Really though, before it melts."
Y/n examined the frozen y/f/f pop and noticed the ice was thinning. She shrugged at Eddie and tried the popsicle. Her eyes widened and she gaped at the boy.
"Holy shit."
Eddie grinned eagerly, and by now the two were approaching Richie.
"Right?"
"Dammit, Eddie! You really shouldn't have done this, I'm gonna want another one!" She whined, though her voice held a twinge of humor.
She switched the popsicle to the other hand to lick the melted residue that had made it on her fingers. Eddie was quick to supply her with an extra napkin which she thanked him for.
Eddie laughed at her words and he noticed he had caught Richie's eye. More specifically, the extra ice cream cone did. Richie abandoned the tuba and waltzed over to the boy, gladly accepting the treat and the trio found themselves joining the rest of the group just inside the alley. They were all somber, Y/n couldn't help but notice.
"What's wrong?" She asked, drawing all eyes to her. "What are guys talking about?"
"What they always talk about," Richie said simply.
"I actually think it will end," Ben said, ignoring the interruption. "For a little while, at least."
"What do you mean?" Mike asked.
"So I was going over all my Derry research and I charted out all the big events. The Ironworks explosion in 1908, the Bradley Gang in '35, and the Black Spot in '62. And now kids being... I realized this stuff seems to happen-"
"Every 27 years," Bill and Ben finished.
Y/n looked up from her frozen pop and licked her lips, for some reason feeling silly for enjoying such a thing during this discussion. She found her stomach was twisted in knots, though at least, she thought, Eddie was right. She was feeling cooled down. But none of that seemed to matter now. Like it was all a matter of time before all of these fleeting feelings, these little moments, were being packed and stored away for a long time. It was a strange feeling that she couldn't quite identify, a feeling each of the Losers Club was experiencing: that while everyone around them was laughing and playing, enjoying the blissful moments of summer, they themselves each felt as if they were enjoying their last day on earth.
×××
"So let me get this straight," Eddie began, fingers drumming nervously on his right knee. "It comes out from wherever to eat kids for, like, a year? And then what? It just goes into hibernation?"
The Losers found themselves in the park, frozen treats long gone, the pits in their stomachs however still very much present. Bev, Stan, Mike, and Ben were splayed put on the bench, backs to the infamous statue of Paul Bunyan. Richie sat on his parked bike, unfortunate enough to be facing said statue - he never said it but the thing always creeped him out, just something about it. Bill and Eddie each found a seat of their own on the long back of Silver and Y/n laid in the grass before them in between the two bikes. She was propping herself up with her arms and legs splayed out before her. Her leg was healing fast but she didn't want to risk sitting on it and making it worse.
So here the Losers sat, lost in discussion and despite the hot weather, there was a chill in the air that only these eight misfits could feel. Looming over them, watching them, much like It did their own town.
"Maybe, it's like-- What do you call it?" Stan paused, searching for the word. "Cicadas. You know, the bug that only comes out once every seventeen years."
"My grandfather thinks this town is cursed," Mike said. "He says that all the bad things that happen in this town are because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry."
An evil thing.
The three words that lurked in the back of Y/n's mind all her life. She could feel herself falling back into the pit, the black hole that swallowed her up every time she thought of the looming threat. She could feel herself disconnecting from the world again, watching herself being ripped away from this moment in time and tossed back to that awful night, though she could still hear the worried voices of her friends speaking. Completely unaware of her state of mind. The words were fuzzy and distant, background noise as she felt herself being transported to that day.
"I ain't got much time left, but at least I'm safer than you. I'm old, I've lived my life but you? Well, you're closer to death's door than I am."
"But it can't be one thing. We all saw something different." Stan said, his voice now began to fade out.
The voices were now blending together as memories of her past became her present reality.
"Cause this town, I tell you, this town... There's an evil, evil thing in this world," the man said.
She could hear her younger self whimper in fear, her own voice was squeaky and very frightened. The old voice continued, it shook with fear and the terror was as ripe as his memory, like only seconds had passed, not decades.
"monsters are all too real my child, I've seen 'em with my own two eyes."
Mike's voice found a way through her skull, echoing softly as all the details of the day she worked so hard to forget, came flooding back.
"Maybe. Or maybe it knows what scares us most and that's what we see."
"The Devil himself lives here, right here in this very shit hole and I've waited a very long time for this moment; to be free."
There was a moment of tension-filled silence as the young h/c girl looked up at the slouching figure. The girl clutches her teddy bear tightly to her chest - the sad old thing nearly worn down to threads - tears pooling in her e/c eyes as she stares on in horror at the distant relative. Old and senile he was, why her mother brought her here she didn't know. Y/n would later figure out that it was a final visit of sorts. A last chance to meet some of her family. And while her mother stepped out of the room to retrieve a simple glass of water for the man, he turned unexpectedly to his grandniece and imparted the words she would never forget.
"He's in your closet, under your bed. He's everywhere, always, watchin' you. Waiting for the right moment to snatch you up. And he will get you. He always gets you... he got her, I told her not to go, but she was adventurous you see, much like you kids are these days, and mother didn't like that and she always told us; 'you mind yourself or I'll tell him. I'll tell him...'"
The old man's glossy eyes drifted away, his voice trailing as he was lost in the memory; reliving it all over again.
"Tell who? Who is he?" The young girl asked tearfully?"
He broke from his trance and he looked at her with cold and fearful eyes.
"The Boogeyman." Y/n croaked, breaking from her stupor.
The Losers all looked to their friend in the grass. The color was drained from her [s/c] skin, and her eyes were distant and glassy. Her left leg had inched gradually up and was now clutched tightly against her chest protectively. Seven pairs of eyes were now fixed on her and she gulped.
"My great uncle Henry, I only met him once when I was about five or six, but he- he told me about how he saw the Boogeyman. Not much else, but the way he described It... I don't know, it always stuck with me. I've been afraid of It ever since and then-" Her eyes met Beverly's and she knew she had connected the dots.
"Your ankle." She finished.
Y/n nodded. She shifted in the grass uncomfortably before looking around at her friends. Some of them confused, others connecting dots of their own, but still intrigued and listening.
"When school got out, Bev slept over." Y/n began, filling in Mike especially. "We both fell asleep with the TV on, it woke me up so I got up to turn it off, and then, just as I started to drift off I felt Bev pull on my leg several times. But, I woke up and realized she was fast asleep."
She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the nerves that came crawling back even now. She fixed her eyes on the grass below her, and her fingers worked themselves into the ground. Y/n began fiddling with eh blades of grass, twirling them and ripping some from the ground as she continued.
"Next thing I know, It's pulling me across the carpet and my leg is torn to shreds. It looked like what I always imagined the Boogeyman to be, but... but it also looked like-"
"A clown."
She had to turn her body slightly to look at Eddie, but she nodded, confirming everyone's suspicions from the day before.
"Yeah, I saw a clown too. But It was also a leper." Eddie saw the confused looks scattered across his friends. "He was like a walking infection."
Eddie felt himself fighting his bodily instincts to vomit, still repulsed by the vivid memory. Stan, who had been squirming in his seat the entire exchange, fought desperately to deny the gory truth that lay before them. Trying to convince everyone, himself especially, that this thing couldn't exist. Cause if It did, it would be all too terrible.
"But you didn't," his voice trembled. "Because It isn't real. None of this is. Not Eddie's leper. Or Bill seeing Georgie, or-or woman I keep seeing." His voice broke, he looked down at his feet and the others knew.
He was trying to convince himself.
"She hot?" Richie asked with a half-smirk.
Stan gave Richie an incredulous look, and his voice rose.
"No Richie! She's not hot! Her face is all messed up. None of this makes any sense. They're all like bad dreams."
Mike spoke up, unable to tiptoe around him any longer.
"I don't think so. I know the difference between a bad dream, and real life, okay? Besides, look at Y/n's leg! How do you explain that?"
Y/n gave Mike a thankful nod, and Eddie asked the question she had at the end of her tongue.
"What'd you see? You saw something, too?"
"Yes," Mike answered somberly, and he took a deep breath. "Do you guys know that burned-down house on Harris Avenue?"
Y/n nodded, encouraging Mike to continue.
"I was inside when it burned down." Mike began fiddling with his hands nervously, and Bill could feel his heartache. "Before I was rescued, my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were... pushing and pounding on the door, trying to get to me."
Mike's voice broke and he fought hard against the tears that threatened to spill. His heart was breaking in two all over again, he rarely spoke of the incident, always much too saddened by it and each time he did he could hear their frightened screams and the scratches against the door.
"trying to get to me." There was a pause, and Mike swallowed the swollen lump in his throat. "But it was too hot. When the firemen finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone."
"Mike," Y/n felt at a loss for words, but all she could manage was a simple few. "I'm so sorry."
He shrugged, and everyone could tell he was already beginning to rebury the memory.
"We're all afraid of something."
"You got that right." Richie quipped.
Everyone looked to the boy and Y/n asked gently.
"What about you, Rich? What are you afraid of?"
His eyes flickered to Eddie against his will, and he ignored the spike in his heart rate when he did so. Everyone was staring at him now and he gulped, looking over his shoulder to see a clown on the stage across the field, staring at him. He returned his gaze to the group, and swallowed nervously, adjusting his bulky glasses.
"Clowns."
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Broken to Whole
Supernatural : Prompt
Sibling!Winchester
Setting: During mid to end Season 3 (Dean has his contract set for Hell)
Word Count: 2263
Warnings: There’s quite a bit of blood and some moments of terror, but it turns to funny and fluffy bits with the Winchesters right quick
Request: “1 with sibling!winchester reader? ok so what im thinking (which you can totally say no to) is that the reader and her brothers (sam and dean) are in a new town fighting a new threat and this threat gets to the reader which lands her in the hospital. her brothers are going insane waiting in the hospital or like a week until one day they’re watching over her and she wakes up?” - @aliciasayshi
Prompt:
“How long have you guys been standing around my bed like a bunch of creepers?”
A/N: After receiving an almost fatal blow, the Winchesters race you to the hospital where they fight with you and your immense fear of anything medical
Part Two: Take a Break
(Y/N) was panting ridiculously through gritted teeth, attempting to conceal her cries of agony as blood continued to slip from her cut onto the table she laid on.
“(Y/N)? Oh my God, stay right there!” Dean said, running to her. He grabbed the nearest supply of towels and cloths and started piling them on her stomach and she yelled out, “Sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry. Hang on."
Dean undid her restraints and instructed her to hold the towels in place while he helped Sam, who was on a table beside her in his own straps. (Y/N) applied pressure regardless of the shockwaves it was sending throughout her body.
Sam went to tie the now unconscious monster down as Dean went back to (Y/N) and slowly removed the cloth to get a look at the damage, "Son of a bitch. That’s deep, (Y/N/N). We’ll have to go to the hospital."
She grimaced, and tears started to pour down her face, "I really don’t like the hospital, Dean."
He winced along with her, sympathy pain flowing his features, "You’re going to need stitches. And I bet nothing is sterile in here, you could get an infection or some other crap."
(Y/N) continued to cry as Dean pushed against her cut, "Dean, I really, really don’t like the hospital. Please! Just stitch it yourself.”
He shook his head and looked towards his brother, who came over with the same pained expression on his face.
”(Y/N), we need to get you help, now. You’re bleeding out everywhere. We don’t have the proper equipment and besides - that cut is deeper than any regular stitches can fix,“ Sam stated.
And as the painful exhaustion started to blur the edges of her vision, Dean scooped her up, regardless of the blood getting onto him, and they quickly got out of the house and into the car.
Despite her protests, she was put in the impala, crying and squealing with the pain. She tried her best to handle it with grace, but by the time Sam started driving, the bumps of the road enraged her wound.
She clutched at Dean’s hand as he held her close, hushing her along the way. And all she could remember was physically praying that she’d pass out.
And thankfully she did.
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When she finally came to she was in a light blue hospital gown, laying in a white hospital bed, covered in clear hospital tubes, and smelling like a bleached, disinfected hospital patient.
And she was not happy about it at all; her heart monitor starting to raise as her blood pumped faster.
Next to her, sitting in a chair, was Sam. His head was on the edge of the bed and his hand was inches from hers. Dean was up and pacing the room, back and forth, right in front of her bed.
"Now that I’ve received medical attention, can I please leave this hell hole?"
Sam jumped up and scooted his chair in closer and Dean fumbled in his mid-turn and somehow managed to make it to the bed without falling.
"How do you feel?” Sam questioned.
“Are you in pain at all?” Dean added.
“How long have you guys been standing around my bed like a bunch of creepers?” (Y/N) tried to sit up more, but failed miserably, wincing, “I’m fine. Can we leave, please?”
The brothers looked at each other and then back at her with contorted eyebrows and serious expressions.
“You were hurt bad, (Y/N/N),” Sam muttered. “They had to take you to the surgical room to stitch you up."
Dean made his way to her other side and rested a hand on the elevated part of her bed, "You probably would have bled to death if we hadn’t gotten you here."
"And I’m thankful for all the modern medicine and blah, blah, blah. Seriously though, when can I leave?”
“It’s just a hospital, (Y/N/N). Why do you hate it so much? You seem fine whenever we do cases,” Sam asked.
She took a deep breath, “Bad memories, alright? I don’t like being the patient in this situation. Visiting a hospital is fine. Staying in one? Count me out.” She attempted to swing her legs out of the bed and Dean held her down by the shoulders.
“Not today, sweetheart. You need to heal. You’re not going anywhere."
She gave each of them a moment of weakness gaze, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. Her heart rate was still raised, and her blood pressure and breathing had elevated.
"I’m sorry, (Y/N). But this is your best option,” Sam muttered.
She begrudgingly moved her gaze to her toes sticking up from the blanket and her eyes began to sting. She twiddled with her fingers again and bit the inside of her cheek. Finally, one of the monitors began to beep as an alarm and a nurse came running in.
“I’m sorry, boys, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re causing her distress."
At that thought (Y/N)’s vitals seemed to skyrocket even higher if that was possible. She moved her tear-filled eyes to the nurse and pleaded.
"No, no, please don’t take them away from me.”
Sam got up from his seat and went over to whisper to the nurse, “She’s just a little afraid of hospitals. Us being here is what’s actually keeping her somewhat grounded."
The nurse gave (Y/N) an up and down look and then back at Sam, "I see. Well, if those numbers keep rising then I’m going to have to sedate her. She needs to be relaxed for her to properly heal…"
"We understand. If we could stay here it would really help her, honest."
Dean went down and clasped one of (Y/N)’s shaking hands, trying to steady it. He eventually had to put both his hands around her one and she felt comfort in the pressure. She squeezed back and stared at the ceiling as her pulse started to lower.
The nurse gave a slow nod and threw her hands in the air, "Whatever works for you. I’ve got cases that I need to file, if you would excuse me."
Once they were alone again Sam came to (Y/N)’s other side and took her right hand in his, "Don’t worry, (Y/N/N). We’re not going anywhere. We’ve got time.” He looked at Dean when he said that, but (Y/N) didn’t notice.
It took her almost the entire day to get her heart rate to a normal range, all the while holding onto Sam and Dean. They took turns watching over her as the other went to get food or take a small break. She complied to all that the doctors required her to do: shots, medicines, check-ups. As long as one of the brothers were there to hold her hand.
It wasn’t until the last part of the second day that she was actually able to have a normal conversation with the two of them.
“You know, for a hunter, you’re a bit of a softy,” Dean mumbled, his faced smashed into the bed as he sat there waiting for something to do.
She actually responded this time, “Don’t give me that crap. Everyone’s scared of something."
"Dean’s scared of planes,” Sam interjected from his laptop.
Dean raised his head and glared at him, almost with a smolder on his tired features, “Yeah, well, Sammy’s afraid of clowns."
"Really?” (Y/N) said. “Planes and clowns and you think you’re some big tough hunters?"
Sam lifted his eyes from his work, "You’re scared of hospitals and we’re in and out of them weekly."
There was a silence for a while as (Y/N) closed her eyes and Dean stared at Sam, flitting his head towards the resting girl. Sam got the message to egg her on.
"Is there anything else you’re scared of?"
"Like I said, everyone is scared of something."
Dean gave a puzzled look, "So it’s only hospitals?"
"And things associated with them. Needles, surgical equipment, hand sanitizer, rubbing alcohol, stethoscopes… you name it."
Sam laughed, "That’s a lot, (Y/N/N)."
"Oh, and haunted houses,” she was on a roll now, her eyes still closed. “Can’t stand them. You know when I was fifteen I tried to go into one and I freaked and blacked out in the line."
"In the line?” Dean asked, finally starting to sit up.
“Yep. And I screamed and cried the entire time. The only reason I was able to move through it was because my friends dragged me."
Not wanting to spoil the nice time they were suddenly having, the brothers pressed on with the topic.
"What is it about haunted houses that you don’t like?” Sam asked, shutting his laptop. “They’re supposed to be fun.”
“Fun? Don’t be ridiculous. What is so great about those freak filled horror fests? I just don’t like being scared, that’s all."
Sam chuckled and scooted his chair closer to her bed, "But a haunted house is basically like all the places we go for hunts. Why do you enjoy one but despise the other?”
“Yeah, these real-life monsters come at you all the time and you never look scared when that’s happening,” Dean mentioned.
She finally opened her eyes and found them both gazing at her fondly. This was new, full and undivided attention.
“Why do you guys want to know?”
“Curiosity,” Dean said. “Just wanting to get to know you more."
“We haven’t seen you in years, (Y/N),” Sam shared a look towards his brother, “We just want to be close again.”
She thought about it for a minute. They wanted to get to know her.
"I don’t like the dark either.”
“Yeah, Bobby was saying something about that to us earlier,” Sam said, remembering when they had called him to update about (Y/N)’s condition. “You don’t like to sleep. Is the dark part of that?”
(Y/N) moved her eyes to her sterile blanket, “Partly, I guess. I don’t like the dreams that I have."
Both the boys leaned in, their silence begging for more. And she sensed that.
"Nightmares, more like. Just a reminder of when I was younger."
Sam caught a glance with his brother before cautiously moving forward, “Can we ask what your nightmares are about?”
(Y/N) pulled out her hands from under the blanket and played with her fingertips. She ignored the question for a long time before Sam took one of her twitching hands into his and said, "You know you can trust us, (Y/N/N). What is it going to take for you to believe us?”
She thought about her angels, her demons, her nightmares, her childhood. It was all so much information that she had kept to herself for so long.
Running off to live with Bobby was the best decision she’d ever made, even if it took her from her brothers for over fifteen years. She wasn’t sure the boys were ready to hear all of that. Or if she was ready to tell it all.
With a deep breath she pulled away her hand from Sam’s grasp and stretched, “I’m starved. Anyone up for burgers?"
Sam sat back and gave an exasperated sigh, showing the defeat across his face. They had gotten so close, and (Y/N) knew it. She was letting them in too far.
"Not so fast, kid. You’re not getting away that easily,” Dean said as he leaned back on two of the chairs legs. “You’ve been wiggling your way out of every question we ask. Now we don’t want to drill you or demand answers, but don’t you think we deserve to know something?” He let his chair fall onto all fours, “We’ve been waiting here."
He was right. They’d been patient with her. She was the one being stubborn and afraid.
"I just don’t want to push you away,” she whispered. “What if you don’t like the truth?”
Sam held a short smile, “(Y/N), we aren’t just going to up and leave. I don’t know what crazy thing happened to you, but the inevitable in this situation does not involve Dean and I leaving you. We’re here to stay."
Dean nodded in agreement, "We’ve all got demons, (Y/N).”
“Who’s Lilith?”
Both the brothers were taken aback.
“How do you know about Lilith?” Sam asked.
She had to think quick, “Uh… Bobby mentioned her. I know she’s some kind of demon."
Dean smirked, "She’s the bitch that’s holding my contract. And the one who’s after Sam."
(Y/N) frowned slightly, "I guess I don’t know as much about you two as I thought."
"She’s one of the original demons directly from Lucifer,” Sam explained. “She sees me as a threat because I… uh - well, I used to have psychic powers."
That gave her something to be startled about, "Psychic powers? Wait… what?”
Dean laughed, “Yellow eyes. He’s a demon that had a plan that involved burning people alive and bleeding demon blood into the mouths of babies. It gave them… powers."
"Yellow eyes? You mean Azazel? Bobby talked about him too… he’s the demon that you two were tracking for the past few years. The one that killed..."
The brothers nodded, and Sam muttered, "Until Dean killed him. And my powers stopped."
She twiddled her fingers, "He’s the one that killed mom." There was a silence that confirmed that for her, "But if your powers are gone why is Lilith so threatened by you?”
“I’m not entirely sure. Something about how I was chosen by Azazel to be his successor. I was the only one left standing out of the psychic children. But yellow eyes was stopped before he could get me to do anything else."
(Y/N) smiled, "Sounds like you guys have been through a lot."
Dean rubbed his hands together and laughed, "You got that right."
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(/^♡^)/ first off you're amazing!!! Second, I'm feeling fluffy and want some pennyfluff where he saves the reader from an abusive bf (he can eat the bf ;) and is super nice while he cradles reader and kisses them telling what a good girl they are as he takes off their clothes and continues kissing them all over while comforting them. Ps. I love you ❤🎈❤ *scurries and hides*
Okay here goes i hope you like it😄
Rain fell down outside, you sat in your living room gazing out the window contemplating life in its simplest forms, wondering why we exist, what your purpose was, wondering why you ever got into this situation in the first place. Surely you were smarter than this? Surely you were. All your life family, friends, and acquaintances had told you that you deserved to be happy, free and with someone who adored and cherished you, and the funny thing is, for a while that all seemed to come true. You had met him in college and you instantly hit it off when he helped you study for a big final. You bonded over music, movies, you had the same sense of humor and ways of doing things. It seemed like you were almost made for each other, he was yours and you were his. You were soul mates and everything was beautiful for 3 years, everything was perfect, that was until you felt his hand strike your face. Of course, he promised he’d never do it again, begging you to take him back, which foolishly you did. Then the blow of his fist came, powerful hands grabbing your hair and dragging you across your apartment floor, kicking and screaming whilst he would shout out obscenities at you, ‘dumb cunt’ was his favourite, it was used so often that it pretty much became your nickname and you just learned to withstand it. You had learned to withstand the beatings too. You had learned to live with the slaps, the mental torture of wondering when the next showdown was to come, you had gotten used to the sharp pain of the cuts, the aching of the bruises and you were an expert in coming up with excuses to when friends asked you what had happened to your face and your arms, they probably already knew what really went on at this point, but you were too mentally tired to care what they thought.
You were happy and serene in these little hours of the day, the two or three hours between when you arrived home from work and you were awaiting your spouse to return, even though part of you hated him for what he put you through, you still loved him and you still got up to greet them when they came through the door, hugging and giving them a kiss like you were the perfect couple. But something always went wrong, the little things set them off if you hadn’t sorted out dinner, if there was laundry to be done or if you borrowed his laptop to check emails or do some work from home. You were always on your toes around him and you were afraid, but you never left. A part of you thought as the years went on, maybe if you’d settled down, got married and had a child maybe his personality and behavior would calm down, but you knew deep down you were kidding yourself because people don’t really change. You had been thinking about your time in Derry, where you grew up, and as the rain continued to ricochet off the window pane your mind wandered to those days when you were 15, younger and full of hope and love, all your friends, your family.... and someone else, something else. This thing stroke terror into the hearts of children and other adults but to you, it only filled your body and heart with wonder and majesty. It took a liking to you from the moment it set eyes on you and even though at first you were scared for your life, you found yourself oddly compelled to follow this thing wherever it went, have it beside you, like some kind of fucked up guardian angel. In time you felt safe around this creature, the way he touched you, caressed you and protected you, like the time you were nearly attacked by that asshole Henry Bowers, he came out of the shadows and attacked him, screaming at him to not touch “what was rightfully his” you weren’t an object and you usually hated the thought of a person addressing you like you were one, but he wasn’t human. And he said those things not like a possessive madman but like you were his precious little treasure, his world. When you left Derry you thought you’d never see him again, and truthfully it hurt. Even when you were in your honeymoon phase of your soon to be a destructive relationship you still thought of him.
His face appeared in your dreams, whenever you closed your eyes he was all you could see, you wanted to feel his arms around you just once more, but I guess all good things must come to an end at some point, so you can move on to better, but what you had moved on to wasn’t, it was hell. Your thoughts and daydream suddenly were shattered as you heard the slam of the front door, you jolted up from your armchair to make yourself presentable and seemingly happy to greet your lover. “Hey babe, how was work?” You chirped out with a smile. Running over to give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Fucking bullshit, that’s what it was, I need a drink” your smile turned into a frown, he was in a bad mood and he’d not even been home for 2 minutes. “Sorry to hear that, how about we go out and have coffee instead, we could go for a walk and come home and watch something on Netflix, that’ll cheer you up” you said hopefully with a innocence and hope in your voice. “Have you seen the weather outside? and I don’t have time, gotta get paperwork done or I’m screwed, can you get me a glass of wine” you backed away and continued speaking, trying to sway him from the anger and stress he was feeling. “Come on you don’t need to drink, just come with me and we’ll have fu-“ he interrupted you with a mighty bellow of anger infused words. “ARE YOU STUPID? Did you not hear what I just said, stop being a fucking nuisance and get me the Damn wine” You gasped and took a breath, trying not to let your eyes fill with tears. “No” you timidly and shyly spoke “no I won’t get you a glass of wine because you don’t need it” he suddenly grabbed you by the arm and twisted it, your body became stiff and you yelped out at the sharp stinging pain of his fingers pressed into you. “You do what I fucking say...I told you to never speak back, remember what happens when you speak back you little cunt?” Tears started to form as his grip became tighter and more menacing. “Let go off me!” You screamed in his face “you’re hurting me” he laughed mockingly in your face, spit hitting your cheeks and making you feel completely inferior. “I don’t give a fuck, you deserve this, you’re always fucking going on at me, always wanting more more more! “Oh do this with me y/n “why are you always working y/n” why can’t you ever just shut up?” And with those sharp intakes of his words you felt it, the feeling you’ve felt a thousand times before, his cracked, dry hand slap you across your face, this one was painful and it made you fall to the ground in agony. You lay there like a shriveled up doll, covering your face with your hands and begging him not to continue. As he crawled upon the floor, towering over your body and screaming all the names under the sun at you, his face red with anger and hatred, but there was a look in his eyes, a hungry and sinister look, that look.
You knew what he was thinking and you didn’t want to know what was going on inside his head, all the details. wickedness filled his face as he spoke, still angry but a forced calmness fell upon him. “You know, it doesn’t have to be like this y/n, I’m just really stressed and you make it worse, help me get a load off and we’ll call it a night hm?” Your eyes widened with fright, your lips trembled as you tried to scurry away under him, but it was to no avail. His hands began tearing at your sweater, pulling it up forcefully, hands groping onto your chest, his free hand was down below his belt as he unbuckled it and began forcefully pulling your jeans down. “NO Y/N STOP, STOP PLEAASE” you cried out “LET GO OF ME” you bit his hand trying to make him get off you but that only made the fury come out in full force with yet another slap to your tear-stained face. “You shouldn’t have done that you fucking stupid cunt” he sneered. He was about to do something much worse and you thought you might as well lie there and take it because it was useless trying to fight him. But just as you were beginning to come to terms with your fate you saw two humongous white-gloved hands appear over his shoulders and grab him, shoving him backwards into the wall. He was back. He stood there looking at your frail and shaking body, angered at what your spouse did to you. He remembered how full of life and innocent you were back in Derry and him seeing you like a frightened mouse made him furious, he liked your free spirit and even though he was a monster that fed on fear, something inside of him adored you being happy. “P-Pennywise” you gasped. “You’re back” you smiled out, still crying but the tears and sadness turned into an overwhelming veil of relief and excitement. You felt a rush come over you. “Of course I’m back little one, what has this pathetic human boy done to you?” He came over to you, putting his hand gently on your face and stroking your cheek, you closed your eyes and tingles went all through your body as you felt his beautiful warm touch, for the first time in so long, and it felt wonderful. A grumble filled the room, your spouse had awoken from his brief unconscious state after being shoved into the concrete wall. “What the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing freak?” He screamed at the clown. Pennywise conked his head round to face the defeated man looking at him with pure hatred and resentment. “I’m going to show you real pain, I’m your worst nightmare, stupid man, how dare you lay your scum filled, meek human hands on her” He sneered.
His mouth widened, revealing his magnificent, frightening and razor-sharp jaws as he ran towards him and pinned him against the wall, his gloved hand, now with protruding black claws. “You never deserved her human, you never deserved to have her touch, her face, her body SHES MINE, and now it’s time to die” He stuck his fully clawed hand through his abdomen, blood splatting out over the white walls, he coughed and gagged on his own blood as he became nothing but a lifeless sack of meat between the clowns body. He fell to the floor like a rag doll. You sat there shocked, in a state of pure dismay. The man that you loved, the man that hurt you, made you feel inadequate, defeated, scared and worthless was now dead. And all though you thought you’d feel sadness and horror seeing the scene that had just unravelled before your eyes, you felt nothing. All you cared about was that Pennywise was back, he was back for you, he saved you, like a prince saving the maiden from a dragon. Pennywise turned his attention now to you again, he got on all fours and crawled to your shaking body that was sitting up on the floor, head down and trying not to cry. He held his hand, now back to the soft human-like hand to your face, he used his forefinger to touch your chin and tilt it up so you were looking at him, in his beautiful icy blue eyes, the same eyes you dreamed about every night. “He’s gone now, my sweet” without hesitation you threw your body into his, nose and mouth inhaling his scent, popcorn and bubblegum. Sniffling into his ruffled collar you felt safe again, as his arms tightly wrapped around you, in a beautiful gentle embrace. “I missed you so much” you quietly cried out into him. He stroked your hair and breathed into your neck as he was smelling you too, he hadn’t been this close to you in years, even though he’d never say it out loud because pride wouldn’t let him, he missed you terribly and he was absolutely over the moon to have his little doll back in his arms once again, like you’d never left.
“It’s okay little one, I’m back. And I’m never leaving again”
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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series
• Ch. 4: Bust A Move •
TRIGGER WARNINGS: sexual assault implications. This very first scene with Beverly involves her and her father, and her fear of him doing something to her. If you'd like to skip I have marked the end of the encounter with this: [●●●] When you see this marker, that means it is over and you can read the rest of the chapter in peace. This chapter will begin with this scene so if you are skipping, proceed to scroll until you see the marker.
A/N: you certainly will not hurt my feelings if you skip the scene. This was a very difficult mindset to get into myself and I struggled a lot emotionally with writing it. But I promise, the rest of the chapter is heartwarming and fun and overall is the foundation of friendships and significant to Y/n's arc, her induction into the Losers Club [including her link to Henry and what "makes her a loser" and the budding relationship between her and Eddie.
WORD COUNT: So big I had to add a word count, 7849. Oof, take some breaks peeps.
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With a terrible sinking feeling and a churning stomach, Beverly walked through her front door. She tightened her grip on the plastic bag she held behind her back, praying her father wasn't around to see what she had bought. As she crept through her apartment, scanning for any signs of life, she absentmindedly heard the words of the children's program echoing throughout the residence.
"Toilet and bath water travel down the drains and into the sewer." The front closed, not as quietly as Bev had hoped. "The sewer is a fun place to play with all of your friends. Just follow the water into the drains and down into the sewers you go."
The words of the cheerful program hostess echoed off the walls and went unnoticed by Bev. "When you're with your friends in the sewers, you can be as silly as a clown!"
She poked her head cautiously into the living room, it was empty.
"That's right, it's the word of the day."
Bev walked quickly and briskly down the hall, nearing the safety of the bathroom when the large looming figure of her father appeared. Beverly met his eye, fear settling in her chest as she gulped.
"Hi, Daddy." Her voice came out in a choked whisper, a side only her father could bring out in her.
"Hey, Bevvie." His eyes flickered down at her grocery bag and back up at her. "Whatcha got there?"
Her eyes fluttered down to the concealed box of tampons in the bag, knowing, no, dreading this day. This is what she had feared would happen. Why, she cursed herself. Why the fuck hadn't she just done this in the safety of Y/n's apartment?
"Just some things,"
"Like what?" He took the bag from her hands and rifled through.
He grinned suddenly and his eyes zeroed in on Bev. She felt her whole body stiffen in terror. He knew now. And there was no telling what he would do. Her eyes drifted to the wall behind him, and there they stayed, much too frightened to look him in the eye. His rough and calloused hand touched the side of her face and she fought her instincts to recoil, knowing better.
He brought her in close, and he closed his eyes. He took a long lingering sniff of her hair and she felt the icy cold grip of fear grasp her heart. Tears pooled in her eyes and his hand fell to her long red hair, and he now held it in his palm. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, fear prickling her skin and he stroked her red locks with his thumb, possessively.
"Tell me you're still my little girl."
Two little words, she told herself. Two little words she had to say and it and he would be on his way. Hopefully.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good."
His palm returned to the side of her face, and he motioned her away. A flooding sense of relief washed over her and she slipped around him and disappeared into the safety of the bathroom.
Her palms gripped the sink, and the running faucet almost completely covered the noise of her distraught sobs. Her salty tears that fell from her cheeks landed in the sink and were carried down the pipes along with the rest of the running water. A long and slender pair of silver scissors lay next to her palm on counter. With a shaky hand, she brought the scissors up to her loose hair.
The hair that he strokes, the hair that he smells, and the same fucking hair that draws every unwanted eye in town, including her own father. Grasping a long lock of hair, she hesitated. Only once. But countless memories flooded her at once. How many times he looked at her, how he looked at her. No. No more.
She snipped a lock of hair and she smelled the whiff of freedom it brought. The feeling disappeared just as quickly as it had come but and was soon replaced by more spite. Spite and fear.
"This is what you did," she whispered, cutting another chunk of hair. "This is what you..."
She grabbed another chunk of hair, eagerly. Desperately.
"This,"
Another lock gone.
"And this,"
She kept her eyes on the sink, watching wisps of orange hair circle the drain before disappearing. She angrily grasped larger chunks of hair, working feverishly. The hair fell from her head so fast, it began to pile up in the sink. Sobs racked her body and her hand returned to her head and she realized there was no more.
For the first time she let her herself look at her reflection. There stood a sad and frightened young girl. Beverly ran a hand through her shortened hair, lingering on her scalp as she adjusted to the new feeling. Her once long and gorgeous head of hair was no more, choppy and uneven curls was all that was left. It was short and messy, not unlike hair she'd find on most boys at her school.
Good.
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Y/n didn't know why she bothered looking in her drawers for clothes, she barely had any in the first place. Decent clothes at least, just about everything she owned was second hand and it was not uncommon that they were torn slightly in places.
She wondered why the hell she was nervous in the first place. Then her fingers found the familiar nylon of the swimsuit fabric, and she sighed. Right.
Y/n and Bev had agreed to go swimming with a bunch of boys they barely knew. It wasn't that hard to connect the dots when they mentioned where they were going, it was the quarry after all. But it never quite dawned on her until now, that she was going swimming with several boys she barely knew. Even though Bev would be there, that wasn't exactly a comfort. She never quite had her friend's confidence.
Despite her home life and all the nasty whispers that floated through town, Beverly didn't let it affect how she saw herself, a quality Y/n admired. The same couldn't quite be said for herself. She could barely afford to go to school at Derry High, her family worked paycheck to paycheck just to send her to school. And she didn't like to talk about it, but Beverly had time and time again lent her money for little things that she couldn't afford herself. In fact, she had a few old jackets and shoes that Beverly had given her.
The two girls were more than thankful for their friendship, both a perfect fit for one another, like two pieces of a puzzle. Each of them were able and willing to give the other what they could provide, whether it was some borrowed money, or a safe haven away from a leering father, and of course a never ending source of love and support. But of course, occasionally, no matter how hard she fought, the little green monster wormed its way into her mind. It always managed to pluck her most treasured memories with Bev, and stain it with jealousy, rotting it with envy and disgust. It picked at her confidence and fed her venomous lies that completely contorted their friendship.
Like the only reason people knew about her was because she was friends with Beverly. It was the beautiful Beverly Marsh and ol' What's Her Face. She would occasionally catch herself wishing she could draw attention like that, but she quickly dismissed it. No, she shook her head, ridding herself of the thought, no it's not worth it. She reminded herself of all the horror stories she had heard from Bev, and had witnessed for herself, in the many years of their friendship.
Sure, she was easily noticed by cute guys at her school, and that was fun and exciting at her age, but she was also noticed by older men. Men like Mr. Keene, and he was only one example in dozens of men all over town. Not to mention her own father. Any time the little green monster returned, it diminished itself in the pity Y/n felt for her best friend. But that didn't mean it wasn't hard for Y/n to hear the many names she had been called. "Filthy little tramp!"
And not to mention the countless side glances followed by surprise from boys - and girls - that she had in fact been there standing next to Bev the whole time, and they only just noticed her. She was always the sidekick. "So ditch the street rat and we'll go to the movies, you and me."
Anytime anybody thought she couldn't hear them, they spoke ill of her. Hell, not even then, most people didn't care if she overheard. Usually, they were trying to persuade Bev in one way or another to leave her behind.
"What is she, your little puppy dog? Just tell her you're sick or somethin' and you're home free,"
"Look, you're friend seems... nice, but she doesn't fit in with us. Either come alone or don't come at all."
Of course, Beverly never bought into that crap. Y/n was too important to her, she was Beverly's saving grace after all. And there was no way in hell she would let anyone talk about Y/n that way.
"Then I guess I'm not coming." She'd reply. "If you really need a date so bad just take the stick up your ass,"
Y/n smiled at the memory. Oh, how she relished in the shock on their faces. That particular comeback had them running away with giddy laughter as they wove through the halls, the angry trio of boys after them. They found sanctuary in a small hiding spot behind the school where they remained until the trio gave up and went home with slightly deflated egos.
This was another reason Y/n was ashamed to have these thoughts, Beverly clearly cared for her and would be very upset to know she thought these things of herself.
As Y/n pulled her worn out jean shorts over her bathing suit, she searched her bed for the t-shirt she had set aside. She slipped it on and as she looked in the slightly cracked mirror she felt a small bud of confidence blooming in her chest.
Beverly had her back, and she had hers. And she knew if Richie ever made some comment about her, Bev would shut it down if she hadn't first. The bud of confidence spread in her chest as she could feel herself being persuaded.
That was, until she noticed the tag on the outside of her shirt. She sighed exasperated, and quite frankly, rather exhausted. Y/n hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night. If she tried hard enough, she was able to push the memory to the back of her mind and forget, but only for the day. Then of course, if was time for her to go to bed. Then every detail of what she saw, what she felt, was amplified in the silence of her room. She flinched at every creek in the walls, every car that passed by.
And she didn't dare move her feet out from under her blankets, no matter how hot she felt. Of course, this ended up being one of the reasons it was difficult to fall asleep.
Y/n counted herself lucky she fell asleep at all. And yet, the thought of being unconscious, completely unguarded and unprepared, where anything could happen - anything could get her - was just as unsettling. She wished Beverly was there with her, but she knew she had to sleep alone eventually.
Right on cue, she heard the soft rap on wood come from down the hall in the living room. Beverly was here. Casting one last glance at her reflection, and her shirt now fixed, Y/n took a deep breath and made her way to the front door. She made the mistake of glancing at the carpet and the faded red stain and she felt a sudden prick of fear in her heart and the sudden hyper-awareness of her injury. Trying not to give it much thought, she took a deep breath returning her attention to the door, swiftly stepping over the spot on the carpet.
Her attention focused on undoing the many locks on the door, she failed to notice her friend's new look through the window. It came as quite a surprise to Y/n, having only known Beverly with long hair. She would have brought it up if it wasn't for the look on Beverly's face.
Her eyes were on the ground and when the door opened, Bev slowly met Y/n's eye. She recognized the look in Bev's eye, a look that screamed 'I really don't want to talk about it right now.' A look she had given to her not too long ago herself. Y/n plastered on a smile and broke the small moment of silence.
"You ready?"
×××
Richie Tozier does not hold back when it comes to spitting contests. Himself, Stan, Bill, Ben, and Eddie were standing at the cliffs edge, stripped down to their underwear and Richie was first up to bat. He did not shy away from whatever method he needed to conjure the spitball, no matter the foul noises he made in the process. He reeled back and launched the spitball over the cliff, and the rest of the boys followed suit.
Eddie flinched when his own mucus landed on the rocks near his feet.
"Oh, my God, that was terrible. I win." Richie exclaimed.
Eddie looked at him, dumbfounded. "You won?"
"Yeah."
"Did you see my loogie?"
"That went the farthest!" Richie argued, gesturing where he spit. "It's by distance."
"Mass. It's always been mass."
Richie began sputtering in disbelief, but Eddie continued.
"Who cares how far it goes? It matters how cool it looks, like it's green or it's white or juicy and fat."
Ben cringed, and he met eyes with Bill who gave him a look that said 'see what I have to put up with?' He shook his head, shutting down the conversation before it continue further.
"Who's first?"
There was a brief moment of silence and the boys looked over the cliff into the emerald waters, contemplating the jump.
"I'll go!"
They turned their heads to see Beverly Marsh and Y/n L/n. Beverly had been the one to speak and she dropped her bike to the ground before discarding her dress. Their eyes widened and Beverly smiled.
"Sissies," she laughed.
She broke into a light jog, the boys parting like the red sea and she launched herself off the cliff.
"What the fuck!" Richie exclaimed.
They looked at the water in which Beverly had disappeared, completely dumbfounded. Suddenly and in perfect sync, they looked to Y/n, almost expecting to see her do something equally surprising but she merely gave them an odd look. She set down her bike and shifted on her feet uncomfortably.
"What?"
They all broke out of their gaze, rather obviously, and tried to look anywhere but her, knowing they'd been caught.
She had to remind herself that she wasn't the only one who would be undressed, and everyone else, besides herself, already was. Taking advantage of their distracted nature, she quickly slipped off her shorts and t-shirt, making sure to slip out of her shoes as well.
"Come on!" Beverly's voice was distant, but it grabbed everyone's attention.
Bill was the next to make the jump, followed by Ben. Next was a less than eager Stan, leaving Richie, Eddie and Y/n who had cautiously joined them at the edge. Richie looked between Eddie and Y/n, then back to the water.
He sighed deeply, taking a step forward and removing his glasses, and tossing them on his pile of clothes.
"Well, fuck" He took a deep breath and jumped off the cliff, leaving Eddie and Y/n alone.
They shared an equally nervous look with a few uneasy smiles. Y/n peered over the edge, scanning the water for a safe space to land. As she waited for the moving figures of Richie and Stan swimming away from the landing zone, Eddie couldn't help but look at her. Observing the small crinkle of her brow and how unsure she felt, he felt his own fears vanish. Something inside him wanted to make her feel less nervous, and perhaps that was his own way of deflecting his own fears but he didn't care.
"I'll go if you go," he offered.
She looked at him in slight surprise, and a small smile tugged at her lips. Y/n looked between Eddie and the water, shifting weight off of her bad leg. This smile was less forced, and genuine, it was thankful. And Eddie felt a wave of nerves bubbling in his stomach, not at the jump, but the kindness in her eyes, and the way she mentally built herself up.
She nodded and they both gazed at the lake below, everyone was looking at them now. They had cleared a space and Eddie and Y/n could hear the remarks being made by their friends.
"On three?" She asked, quirking a brow.
"On three." He nodded, backing up slightly. "One,"
Y/n suddenly shook her head, stepping back and spoke at a rapid rate, cutting Eddie off.
"Fuck, if I wait that long I'll change my mind. Let's go," Without warning, she grabbed his hand and jumped off the cliff, giving him no choice but to jump with her.
It never even occurred to Eddie that he could have let go of her hand.
Eddie felt his heart leap into his throat and he was certain time stopped still as he was suspended in air. Perhaps it was the sudden change in view and the fact he was practically pulled off the cliff and how high he was above the water, or maybe it was her hand around his - no, nope. It was the height, definitely the height.
On their way down he gasped in fear at the rapidly approaching water and he felt her hand leave his as she braced for impact. Eddie tried not to think of the millions of germs in the water, and he could feel the thousands of bubbles grazing his body as he sunk deeper into the water. When he emerged he gasped for air, reminding himself to steady his breathing, less he have an asthma attack. He realized his throat was sore and that he must have screamed the whole way down.
He looked round at the cheering figures of his friends, whooping and cheering them on. Though he tried not to panic when he counted only five figures above the surface. Just before he could ask where she was, Y/n burst out of the water next to Ben, gasping for air.
"Holy shit!" She wiped her face with her hand, clearing the drops of water obstructing her vision.
"Took you long enough," Bev smirked.
Richie nodded. "Yeah, too bad you guys missed out. We were just about to pack it up and call it a day."
Eddie rolled his eyes and Y/n sunk further into water, all the way up to her nose.
Y/n concentrated on kicking her legs and her arms moved back and forth under the water keeping herself afloat. The others, specifically Richie and Eddie, had already launched into another debate.
"Do you have any idea, how filthy this water is. We'll be lucky if we don't contract something, I am serious right now. So forgive me if I am a little hesitant to jump into this cesspool of germs and bacteria. Not to mention the several loogies that are floating around here somewhere, or did you forget already?"
"Oh sure, now you're worried about loogies, Mr. 'juicy and fat'"
Bev, who had begun looking around her in confusion and slight concern, spoke up. "Loogies?"
"Juicy and fat?" Y/n asked disgusted, her face scrunched up, looking questioningly between Richie and Eddie.
Eddie blinked once, and shook his head. Desperate to change the subject, he diverted his attention back to Richie, pretending Y/n hadn't heard that.
"Besides, if we weren't careful enough, we could have seriously hurt ourselves jumping from that height. Even if we knew there were no rocks in the water, a fall from from anything higher and we could have died, I'm not doing that shit again. If you want to go swimming, fine by me, but I'm not jumping anymore, I'll just meet you guys down here."
"Don't be such a drama queen Eds, you jump a million times if it meant you had a pretty hand to hold on the way down and you know it, "
Y/n looked to Richie, her brows furrowing and she was thankful the water was already concealing her pink cheeks. Eddie, unfortunately did not have the same luxury.
"Fuck you, Richie,"
Richie smirked. "Eddie, please, now's not the time for romance."
Eddie's face scrunched up and he splashed Richie in the face, who had began chuckling at his friends response. Immediately, he retaliated with a splash of his own. Unfortunately, it hit Stan who frowned, and splashed back. It wasn't long before the entire group was involved, save for Y/n who was giggling off to the side where she was free of any water hitting her face.
"Alright, alright," Stan waved his arms around, signaling for a truce. "Alright!"
Everyone settled down and the water began to calm.
"We should-" Stan was briefly interrupted by splash to the face, and he stopped to glare at Richie and sighed, wiping his face. "Chicken, we have enough people, who wants to play?"
"Me against wheezy first," Richie jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at Eddie, who had in fact been wheezing. "I need to defend my title and he made it awfully clear last time he thought he could take me,"
"I can asshole, I already told you. I had an asthma attack, if I hadn't I would have won and you know it."
"Wanna prove it?"
"Oh, it is so on, dickhead. Same circumstances, same partners, Stan come on!"
Already regretting his decision to bring it up, Stan fell in line with the others as they entered shallow waters. Bill lifted Richie on his shoulders, and Stan lifted Eddie. Beverly had swam over to join Y/n and the two girls watched the chicken fight with great amusement.
Y/n almost didn't notice the quiet figure of Ben, who had joined them off to the side. He had been neglecting to speak, but she recognized the longing look of wanting to fit in. She smiled, and swam over to join him. He seemed surprised she had joined him, but he returned the smile, albeit a bit nervously.
"How's your stomach, Ben?"
"Huh?" Ben gave Y/n a funny look, but before she count point out his stomach injury, it seemed to click "Oh! Oh, yeah, uh, it's feeling better, thank you. What about you? H-How's your leg?"
"Better, thank you."
A genuine smile tugged at her lips, feeling herself relax at the company of the boy. Y/n had barely known him, but she was intuitive enough to know that he was timid and kind. And though she was enjoying the new company of the other boys, it was nice to have a more relaxed presence. Though there was Stan, but Y/n had yet to get to know him.
Their attention was pulled back to the chicken fight when they heard a sharp yelp and felt the water shift around them. And there sitting atop Stan's shoulders, waving his arms triumphantly was Eddie, whooping and hollering.
A smirk grew on Y/n's face at this. It only grew wider when Richie emerged.
"Foul!" Richie exclaimed, pointing at Eddie and shifting effortlessly into another persona. "Aaaaand Kaspbrak is outta the game!"
"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Eddie asked, waving his arms slightly.
"You pushed me, that's a foul."
"That's the whole premise of the game! Of course I pushed you!"
"You know what I mean, dillhole, you shoved my shoulders! That's a foul!"
"No, that's allowed. The attackers get to use any means necessary to knock the opposer down, that's stated very clearly in the rules!"
"Show me this rule book Eds, cause it's sounds an awful lot like you're making this shit up just because you can't win without playing dirty!"
"Or maybe you just can't stand the fact that I beat you! I'm the one with the title now, aren't I?"
"Oh, is that so-?"
Ben, who had been growing uncomfortable from the heated argument, spoke up nervously. At least he tried to, but Y/n was the only one who heard him so she cleared her throat, grabbing everyone's attention. Ben seemed relieved.
"Why don't we just do new teams?"
"G-good idea," Bill spoke up, and he looked around the small group. "W-who wants t-to go next?"
"Oh, I want to play!" Bev smiled walking against the water into the shallower parts of the water, but she stopped briefly, looking over her shoulder. "Ben, do you want to be my partner?"
Ben tried to hide his blush, and he shyly nodded his head. "Uh, sure, yeah."
Ben joined her, but she began looking around. "Alright, who's opposing?"
Beverly caught Y/n's eye, and gestured hopefully over. Y/n smiled nervously and shook her head, her lips pressed into a firm line, and Bev shrugged.
"Alright then, Richie, why don't you play us, if you're clearly an expert."
"Gee, I would but my shoulders are killing me, I think I'm out for the season,"
"Grow up, asshole, just go." Said Eddie, who had dismounted Stan's shoulders.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Richie said. "Bill, you're up."
"W-why don't we let someone else g-go?"
"Why? S'the matter with you?"
Bill shrugged. "N-nothing. Just thought I'd l-let someone else go."
Richie gave him an odd look but shrugged it off. "Fine,"
Richie then spotted a Y/n, at least who he assumed was Y/n - he didn't have his glasses after all - who was hiding in the water, despite how shallow it was. It finally clicked that she had barely said a word since, well, since she and Bev showed up, he realized. She seemed different, she held herself differently than how she was in class. In class, she usually was able to keep up with his quick wit. He never told her this, but he enjoyed her company. He pegged her as someone who was quick witted and didn't take shit from anyone, and he admired that.
But now she was quiet and reserved. Hell, she must be sitting on her ass right right now just to stay under the water. Richie didn't understand this. Now facing her, he dug his hand in the water and splashed her face, ripping her out of her thoughts, and she looked at him startled.
She had to wipe away the fresh water droplets running down her face, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"What the hell?"
"Come on, I need a partner and Denbrough bailed. You're up."
She scoffed, slinking deeper into the water.
"Come on, whatya', chicken?" He quipped, quirking an eyebrow.
If he knew anything about this girl, she wasn't one to shy away went it came to making a comeback. Sure enough, she rolled her eyes and raised her head ever so slightly so her lips were above the water.
"No, I'm not, that's why I'm not playing." She said snidely.
He smiled triumphantly to himself, considering it a win he was able to get her to speak more than three words.
"Come on, toots, it'll be fine. We'd make a great team!" He exaggerated a dopey grin and gestured for her to join him.
Richie may have been blind as a bat, but he could tell she was considering it. She looked around at everyone, who was watching the exchange expectantly. Y/n didn't know if it was everyone's stares or the fact the fact she was genuinely tempted but she gave in and made her way over to him.
Richie, who still wasn't completely sure is she was moving or not, gave her a cheeky wink, and pushed his luck even further. "I'll let you be on top,"
Richie expected a comeback or a even a scoff from her, not a pair of hands roughly shoving him into the water by his shoulders. Naturally he figured, one of his friends had done this, tired of his antics and found a unique way to shut him up, but then he felt a pair of legs take a seat on his shoulders and he knew it was Y/n.
Once he was sure she was secure he rose up out of the water, gasping for air when he reached the surface. The others, cheered her on, welcoming her to the fun.
She nearly tipped over as he readjusted in the sand, but she grabbed onto his hair by his scalp and he winced.
"Ah, watch it! I am quite fond of my scalp, you know,"
"As long as you watch that trashmouth of yours Tozier, one more comment like that and I'll drown you," she peered over his head, giving him a light but slightly teasing glare.
Nevertheless, she loosened her grip and he blinked a few times, his scalp tingling. "Duly noted,"
Nobody seemed to hear the small chuckle that escaped Eddie who had been watching, quite impressed with her ability to shut the boy up. He'd have to ask her how she does it.
"Alright, come on, we gonna play or what?" Bev asked, despite the grin that worked its way onto her face.
She too was happy to see her friend coming out of her shell, she could tell she had been nervous and Richie proved to be a big help, much to her surprise.
"It's on, we have got this in the bag!" Richie bragged, getting into position across from Ben.
Richie cast a glance up to his partner and smiled cheekily, batting his eyelashes. "Right babe?"
Immediately she whacked his head with her hand and he winced once more. "What did I just tell you?"
"Alright, alright! Jeez," He tightened his arms around her legs, securing her in place and he took a step forward towards their opponents. "But do keep in mind, we are on the same team, you want to hit the other players"
He missed the eye roll she gave, but nevertheless she smirked, shaking out her arms, getting ready for the match.
Bill, who usually announced the beginning of a round, did just that. With one simple word, the girls locked in on one another, theirs hands interlaced and they each pushed with all their might.
There were several close calls, on both teams, but they always persevered. Unexpectedly, Richie took a few steps back, and Ben, confused by his tactic, stepped forward after them. Though both of them moved slowly, their speed affected against the water, and Y/n nearly tipped over, but her balance was regained when Richie leaned forward and ran forward against the water, tipping Y/n forward and giving her more momentum.
Catching Bev off guard she was able to prove successful in her efforts to push her over. Beverly came tumbling off of Ben's shoulders, and almost kicked the poor boy in the face on the way down. Richie and Y/n cheered victoriously, and even Ben cracked a smile at their unexpected move.
Eddie, who had found himself rooting for them, despite his previous grudge against his old opponent, whooped and hollered at their win. Bill and Stan cheered as well, and Beverly broke the surface, a big smile on her face.
Y/n had already forgotten her nerves and felt a swelling sense of comradery and a growing respect for her partner.
"Alright, ready to put this to the ultimate test?" Richie asked, addressing his partner and the rest of the group. "New champs, versus old champs,"
Y/n smiled, looking to Eddie and Stan hopefully, now completely invested in the fun. Eddie felt a swell of confidence and gave in, Stan joining him.
"Fine, but no playing dirty," Eddie mocked, looking at Richie.
Richie smirked. "No promises,"
Eddie, who now struggled to climb onto Stan's shoulders, scoffed.
Eventually, everyone was situated and Eddie suddenly felt a small flurry of butterflies in his stomach that he briefly mistook for nausea. But he realized that it was in fact butterflies when he saw Y/n opposite him. They were brought closer by their respective partners who stepped forward, preparing for the match. She glared playfully at him, a small smirk on her lips and she outstretched her arms ready to fight. He hadn't realized the match had begun until he was forced to scramble for balance on Stan's shoulders when she went for his arms.
Their hands interlaced for the second time that day and now he was certain his racing heart was caused by this. Nevertheless, he pushed those feelings aside, reminding himself he wanted to beat Richie again, but the motivation to do so was weaker this time. Though he didn't let this shake his competitiveness so he matched her strength and the two laughed and grunted as they both tried desperately to push one another down.
Each of them found the other to be a surprising match for themselves. They would often find themselves going for the same opportunities only for the other to be prepared for it. Everyone was now completely invested in the match, everyone cheering them on though they didn't quite know which team they were rooting for.
Eventually, Stan and Richie had had the same idea and moved in closer in an attempt to push the limits. Both Richie and Stan were beginning to lose interest in who would win, eager to give their arms and legs a break. When they both moved in closer, hoping one of their partners would take advantage of the distance and strike, but once again the pair had the same idea. They leaned into the momentum, each giving one last push and much to everyone's surprise, they both fell on their backs, crashing against the water and earning a small sting from the contact.
Y/n sunk into the water, slower and slower and she felt her back lightly hit the sand. She felt something graze her ankle, her bad ankle, and before she could stop herself her eyelids ripped open. She flinched in the water, pulling her leg away and she had to blink several times just to adjust to seeing underwater, her heart pounding in fear. But much to her relief, right where her ankle had been, she saw a piece of plastic poking out of the sand, swaying back and forth.
She would have breathed a sigh of relief but she saved her breath and returned to the surface. She had already lost a small puff of air when she had inadvertently yelped at the contact the plastic had made with her foot.
Her small panic seemed to have gone unnoticed by the group and everyone had begun milling about, getting lost in their own conversations.
Y/n looked around at her new friends, and she felt a warmth grow in her chest. By now, she had joined them in deeper waters, once again slinking back into the water but this time it wasn't from fear of judgement but staying cool in the warm June sun. Everyone was lost in their own conversations but she knew she was just apart of this group as everyone else was. As she looked around at all the smiling faces, she relaxed.
An unexpected laugh escaped her as she saw Eddie holding Richie under the surface and she swam over in their direction. Richie popped up for air and slapped the boy away, though he still wore a goofy grin. Eddie, unlike Richie, was unaware of her approach, a fact Richie declined to give away.
Y/n was now just behind him, a sly grin on her face and Stan, who had noticed her intentions, called out Eddie making him turn around.
Sure enough, he whirled around, his face half a foot away from Y/n and she splashed the unsuspecting Kaspbrak boy in the face. On instinct, he whirled back around, only for Richie to do the same and he desperately wiped his face.
"What the hell is happening!" It came out in shriek that amused everyone in the group.
Richie and Y/n both let out a chortle of laughter, and soon even Stan had joined in. Though he didn't know whether or not it was from the excitement he felt or the fact the trick he had fallen for that twice in a row, Eddie began to feel the effects of his friends contagious laughter ripple through himself. He shook his head, hoping the smirk he was fighting would be shaken off as well but no matter his efforts, is was glued on his face.
Though something in Stan compelled him to get back at Richie - who was enjoying all too much the fact he now had help in teasing Eddie - that he decided to splash Richie without warning. Perhaps it was because he wanted to catch Richie off guard, like Richie had done to him earlier. No matter the reason, Stan enjoyed doing it anyway. Richie retaliated and and yet another water war had begun.
Y/n wore a smile as bright and warm as the sun above her as she looked around at her new friends, more than grateful she had fallen down the steps and met these boys. Y/n chuckled at their antics, grabbing Eddie's attention. He hadn't realized he had been staring until she turned to meet his eye. His first instinct was to pretend he hadn't been looking but instead he broke eye contact briefly and chuckled weakly and he smiled at her.
Y/n didn't seem to mind, and she smiled back and her shoulders moved slightly as she chuckled.
"It's okay," His pulse quickened, scared she was speaking of his staring. "I won't splash you anymore,"
He chuckled and nodded slightly, words failing him. He directed his attention to Richie and Stan and her gaze followed. They were both struggling to submerge the other under the water, past them, Bill and Beverly watched equally amused.
Y/n yelped when she felt a small nip on her foot and she quickly retracted her leg. Oh, come on! She swam backwards, eyes scanning the water though it proved to be useless. The others joined her side, worried expressions on their faces.
"W-what happened?"
"What's wrong?"
Eddie, who looked particularly worried and rather startled, knowing he would regret going swimming one way or another, began scanning the water backing up.
"What! What is it?"
"I think something bit me!"
Everyone began shifting around the water and Ben, with a burst of bravery, disappeared under the water and began searching.
Y/n was curious as to why these kids heard about something lurking in the water and biting and somehow thinking it was worth exploring, but a part of her was curious too. Bill soon joined the boy underwater and Y/n had almost begun to grow worried when Bill popped back up, pointing where Y/n had been.
"It's a turtle!"
×××
Not long after they kids found the turtle lurking at the bottom of the quarry, their skin began to prune and their limbs grew tired from swimming.
The boys, who had come prepared with Bill's boombox and Eddie's towels, the kids had dried off. The boys had all found a spot on the rocks and after much persuasion, Beverly had convinced Y/n to sunbathe with her.
Her confidence from earlier had waned, but at the time, the boys were far too distracted fighting over the radio channels and what they wanted it on.
Tuning out the guys, Y/n allowed herself the distraction Beverly provided with small talk. The two had been laughing about the day's events and Y/n had even begun to drift off. She hadn't realized how tired she was until she had lied down. After all, she had only gotten roughly three hours sleep the prior night and her limbs had grown exhausted from swimming all day, her leg especially.
Unaware of how much time had passed, Y/n stirred awake when she realized the lyrics of Young MC's Bust A Move had slipped into her subconscious.
"These here's a jam for all the fellas, Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us,"
Stan, Richie, Ben and Bill look on in disbelief at the two beautiful girls sunbathing before them. How did this happen, they wondered.
"Get shot down cause ya overzealous, Play hard to get females get jealous,"
Eddie, who had yet to find a seat, stood frozen next to the guys. He blinked several times, trying desperately to look anywhere but their direction, Y/n especially, though he couldn't help but steal a few glances. An act he felt ashamed of.
"Okay smarty, go to a party, Girls are scantily clad and showin' body"
Y/n felt a yawn escape her and she covered her mouth with the back of her hand out of habit, her eyelids fluttering open. She had to squint, her eyes readjusting to the light and her stomach did a small flip when she felt several pairs of eyes in her direction.
Timidly, she turned her head slightly to see the boys all staring at them. She felt her skin flush and she was sure she had turned pink, but the boys seemed even more mortified and they looked away, pretending not to have been staring at them.
Beverly's attention was drawn by the noise of several throats clearing, and she was aware of how silent it had been. She tilted her head and made eye contact with Y/n, giving her a knowing look from behind her sunglasses accompanied by a small smirk.
Y/n sat up, her bad leg stretched out and she pulled her other leg close to her chest, while Beverly had rolled on to her stomach. Richie began digging though Ben's stuff, holding a fake microphone to his face.
"News flash, Ben," he was now speaking in his posh reporter persona. "School's out for summa!"
"Oh, that?" Ben asked, looking at the evidence he had collected from the library. "That's not school stuff."
Richie pulled out a postcard of Derry, a picture of the standpipe on the back. "Who sent you this?"
Before he could read what was written on the other side, Ben had snatched it back. "No one. Give it..."
Richie didn't think much of it, his attention fell to the blue folder sticking out of Ben's backpack and he eagerly pulled the folder out.
He opened it up, Stan and Eddie peeking over his shoulder to take a look.
"What's with the history project?" Eddie asked, curiously.
"Oh," Ben shrugged looking around at the group who was now listening intently. "When I first moved her, I didn't have anyone to hang out with,"
As Ben spoke, Richie handed the folder to Bill who had shown interest.
"so I just started spending time in the library."
"You went to the library?" Asked Richie, his face scrunched up in confusion. "On purpose."
Y/n scoffed. "Don't listen to him Ben, he's just insecure that he can't read above a fourth grade level."
She sent Richie and smirk and a wink, knowing full well of his intellectual capabilities. Something she had picked up in the year spent in class with him. He was in fact a very bright kid, despite his poor manners and his inability to not speak out of turn. Richie just rolled his eyes.
"Well, I wanna see." Beverly got up from her spot on her towel and took a seat next to Bill.
Stan had caught a glimpse of the scratchy handwriting on the old photograph Bill and Bev were looking at.
"What's the Black Spot?" He asked.
"The Black Spot was a nightclub that burned down years ago by that racist cult."
"The what?"
"Don't you watch Geraldo?"
Y/n chuckled at the utter disbelief and surprise on Eddie's face and Richie met her eye, joining in. He was just about to give him more grief when the pair heard Bill begin speak.
"Y-y-your hair..." He had been talking to Beverly, but Y/n couldn't help but listen in, curious herself to why her friend had cut it.
Before he could finish, Ben jumped in and Beverly peered over to meet his eye. He smiled warmly at her.
"Your... Your hair is beautiful, Beverly."
Her face had been neutral throughout the entire exchange but she smiled politely at the boy, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.
"Oh, right. Thanks."
No one but Y/n seemed to notice the awkward looks exchanged between Ben and Bill, and her lips pressed into a firm line, feeling awkward having witnessed this herself.
Richie, whose attention was still on the folder that was now going unread by Bill, gestured for it.
"Here, pass it."
Bill complied, folding it up and passed it back to Richie. Y/n used her hands to shift herself up onto her feet, walked over and took a seat across from Eddie, facing everyone in the group. Richie was now shifting through the folder, Stan leaning over his shoulder for a look.
"Why is it all murders and missing kids?" Richie asked, passing the folder to Stan.
Y/n, who had shifted off her bad leg, readjusting so she was leaning on her arms and her legs outstretched in front of her, was now listening intently to Ben.
"Derry's not like any town I've ever been in before. They did a study once, and it turns out, people die or disappear six times the national average."
Everyone had been listening, and the group all fell silent for a brief moment, a quiet shock falling over them. Bev was first to break the silence.
"You read that?"
Ben shifted on the rocks, ever so slightly, and nodded. "And that's just grown-ups. Kids are worse. Way, way worse."
Y/n's eyes had fallen from Ben to the ground, where they trailed over to he bandaged ankle and she gulped.
"I've got more stuff if you wanna see it." Ben offered.
Eddie's gaze, which had been worriedly fixed on Y/n and the frowned etched on her face, was torn away to the others, shaking his head 'no' and hoping they didn't say yes.
They did.
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