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Pg. 27 Chapter 2 After the Festival (1984)
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That summer, Hagarty told Harold Gardener and Jeff Reeves, was the happiest summer of his life- he should have been on the lookout, he said; he should have known that God only puts a rug under guys like him in order to jerk it out from under their feet.
Hypochondriac : Part 01
tbh i just love stan and eddie sm and i feel like sometimes they don’t get enough love, so i decided to put this out there.
summary: returning to Derry was terrifying enough, but when Eddie finds himself forced to deal with painful truths, he second guesses everything he thought he knew. Peggy returns to her childhood home and decides that being a sacrifice isn’t so bad, as long as the ones she loves make it out alive. And she lets herself wonder what could have been when she finds out the fate of her first love.
pairings: platonic!eddie kaspbrak x oc, stan uris x oc, richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak, (possibly?) eventual!bill denbrough x oc
warnings: mentions of bullying, not much for this part; slow burn
a/n: this is my first attempt at writing for IT, and I’m super excited about this piece. i decided to try out an oc so :’))
1985
Eddie Kaspbrak sat hunched over in his seat. He glanced over at the suitcase by his feet and fumbled with the pump inhaler in his hands. He wondered how much of the medicine and supplies he’d stashed in the second bag would be of any use. Since he got off the phone earlier that day, Eddie’s mind had been a foggy mess of returning memories and stinging nostalgia. Half of his mind could hear little more than his mother’s voice, scolding him for anything and everything. There was another part of him, though, that was stirring up an emotion he hadn’t felt in almost 30 years.
A heavy, thick feeling settled in his throat and he found himself thinking about people he’d long since forgotten. His mind glazed over misty images of long, dark hair and warm blue eyes. He thought of messy hair and big, ugly glasses, too.
Eddie twirled the inhaler over in his hands and wondered what she might have to say about him now; and the boy, too, always had something to say. That damn boy; Eddie’s heart strained at the thought of him and those horrid glasses, and he lifted his aspirator to his lips in a panic. He paused moments before it met his lips.
A voice that certainly was not his mother’s rang around his head.
Oh, Eds. You and that damn inhaler!
Burying his face into his clammy hands, Eddie screwed his eyes shut and tried to remember more about the girl with the starry eyes and the boy with those dumb glasses.
1958
Peggy stood before the dingy bathroom mirror, frantically rubbing at the food stains on her brand new blouse. Her blue eyes threatened to spill with hurt tears. She felt dumb and defeated. Frustrated, she yanked her neat French braids loose into wild brown waves. The stain only worsened under her erratic movements and she threw the paper towel to the floor in a huff. Wiping fresh tears from her freckled cheeks, she sought refuge in an empty bathroom stall at the sound of footsteps.
Peggy folded the toilet seat down into a makeshift chair and pulled her limbs to herself as she sat. The approaching intruders seemed to be in no rush, and she could only make out a pair of scuffed Mary Janes and some neat Penny Loafers in the spot she had just been.
She had never liked school bathrooms; there were always busybody girls there gossiping about things they didn’t understand and bullies lurking around for prey to stumble in. If she had one guess, the girls fidgeting in front of the mirror were mere seconds away from spreading slander. The trembling girl jammed the heel of her palm between her teeth, crying softly. Today had not gone as planned, not at all.
A voice giggled through the silence:
“Did you hear?”
“About Peggy Turner?”
“Yeah,” a pause. “Greta planned that for weeks!”
“I heard she cried.”
“Oh, my god! What a loser!”
At least someone found it amusing.
Her stockings now had rips up the side and Peggy couldn’t seem to find a good backup story to give her mother for the absurd stain on her brand-new pink blouse. Worst of all, the confidence she spent a whole week building up was now squashed.
She’d talk to him next week.
While the girls chattered for a few minutes longer, presumably laughing at her some more, Peggy drowned their voices out. She never cared much about what others said about her, and hearing it now would do her no good. Eventually, the talking faded and the girls seemed to have left.
She inched the door open slowly, checking the bathroom for more threats. Peggy pulled the straps of her backpack closer and rushed down the fronts steps of school. A few people stared at her as she passed, but Peggy was a woman on a mission. The girl walked home as quickly as she could without working into a run. She hoped she could catch Eddie before he ran off with those friends of his.
Eddie Kaspbrak had been Peggy’s next-door-neighbor for as long as she could remember, and he had always been a good source of comfort for her. And he also just so happened to be friends with Stanley Uris.
A harsh rap rang out against the wooden front door to the Kaspbrak household. The girl bounced on the balls of her heels, hoping Eddie was home. She wanted him to comfort her after this atrocious day, and Mrs. Kaspbrak would only insult her. A moment of rustling could be heard from within the house before the door swung open.
Eddie, leaving the door cracked only an inch or two, stepped out onto the front porch. He offered his neighbor a soft smile, but grimaced at the sight of her dirtied clothing. Peggy reckoned she looked like hell, with her disheveled appearance and the rawness that came with crying still loitering in her eyes. She covered the blouse with her cardigan, frowning.
“Hey,” she said, breathless. “I just-“
She paused, sighing.
“Are you busy?”
Eddie glanced behind him, checked the watch on his wrist, and shrugged. The girl took this as a good sign, and grinned.
“Meet me on the roof in five?”
Happy for the first time since that morning, she made towards her own house.
“Pegs, wait!”
She turned over her shoulder, half-expecting him to tell her he’d changed her mind.
“I, uh, I promised Stan that I’d hang out with him today.”
Peggy’s shoulders deflated. She and Eddie hadn’t spent much time together in a while; not like he did with Bill Denbrough, Richie Tozier, or Stanley Uris. Still, she’d missed him and his dumb fanny packs.
“Okay,” she said.
Peggy dug her house key from her bag and was about to go inside when he spoke up again.
“You should come with us!”
She crossed her arms over her chest, as if he could otherwise see the rise in her heartbeat.
“I’m sure he’d be glad to see you,” he added.
“Hey, wait!”
She chased after him, discarding her bag onto the front porch swing.
“The hell was that supposed to mean!?”
Hypochondriac : Part 02
warnings: mentions of bullying, slow burn, not much :)
summary: returning to Derry was terrifying enough, but when Eddie finds himself forced to deal with painful truths, he second guesses everything he thought he knew. Peggy returns to her childhood home and decides that being a sacrifice isn’t so bad, as long as the ones she loves make it out alive. And she lets herself wonder what could have been when she finds out the fate of her first love.
a/n: this is my first attempt at writing for IT, and feedback is always appreciated!
PART ONE HERE
1985
The plane ride from JFK to Bangor, Maine didn’t sit well with Peggy for more reasons than a hellish storm and dangerous turbulence. Something felt off- even more off than the sound of Mike Hanlon’s voice as he told her that IT returned. She squeezed her eyes shut and marked the page in the book she’d given up on reading.
Unlike Bill Denbrough, who Peggy knew had a movie star wife and a highly successful writing career, and Ben Hanscom, who was internationally famous for his architectural designs, Peggy felt as if she had little to leave behind in her New York City apartment. These days, SoHo lacked the shine and love Peggy first fell in love with. She had never felt more alone after everything that happened with Nick, and that apartment still had his scent ingrained into each and every piece of furniture.
Peggy Turner and Nick Wilson fell in love hard and fast as naive college students, and they’d been so in love they never left the city: even after graduation. The lovebirds married by 25 and soon enough they had a decent apartment and the lives they’d always wanted. Peggy had a gallery in Brooklyn and Nick finally got that spot on the NYPD he’d always dreamt of. For a long time, they were really, truly, blissfully happy.
Until the summer of 1984.
Looking back, Peggy felt as if she should have known it was only the beginning of the end for her. As things usually happened for Peggy Turner, good things turned sour fairly quickly. And the summer of ‘84 was pretty high up on her list of bad memories.
Eyes still closed and fluttering softly, Peggy grasped around her memory for images of her husband. She could see him only fleetingly, in flashes of unruly hair and dimpled smiles. Just as quickly as his memory appeared, it morphed into someone else; someone Peggy had nearly forgotten. Nearly. Her heart thudded at the thought.
She had loved him so long ago, as if in another life entirely. Their relationship was sweet and innocent and pure, but when he moved away her young heart was shattered. If she didn’t think they were too young at the time, Peggy might have called him her first love.
And through her painful memories of last summer, Peggy found herself smiling like a fool on a crowded airplane. She didn’t know where Stanley Uris ended up or what he was up to, but she really hoped he was doing well.
For a moment- a brief, selfish moment- Peggy felt nearly excited to return to Derry if it meant seeing him again. She couldn’t have been more wrong about what Derry had in store for her.
1958
The pair walked in an uncomfortable silence, with Peggy carefully pulling at her cardigan in shame, and Eddie fiddling with the aspirator in his hand. She glanced sideways at him, mouth agape with half-spoken words.
“Eddie,” she said. “Am I loser?”
The boy nearly dropped his inhaler at this, taken aback. Sure, that word was no stranger to Eddie Kaspbrak, and to many of his friends, but it was not a term he would think to pin on a girl like Peggy Turner.
“Where did you get that idea?”
Peggy shrugged her shoulders, suddenly feeling very shy.
“That’s what they’ve been calling me,” she paused.
For a moment, he wanted to smile, maybe even laugh, and jokingly welcome her to the club. He and his friends were forever branded as losers. That much at least made sense to him. To their peers, Eddie Kaspbrak was a hypochondriac with a crazy mother, Bill Denbrough had a terrible stutter and a missing brother, Stanley Uris was Jewish and a neat-freak, and Richie Tozier’s glasses were too big and he never kept his TrashMouth shut.
Eddie glanced at her with furrowed eyebrows. He caught the tail end of her fiasco with Greta Bowie earlier that day, and thought about chasing after her, but Peggy ducked into the girls’ restroom before he could get to her.
It was common knowledge that Greta was a bully. She had a nasty tendency to harass anyone who stood out or who didn’t have as much money as her parents did. If Henry Bowers and his gang weren’t already doing it, she might give a go at Eddie and his friends from time to time. But Peggy? No one had seen that coming.
He thought for a moment that there must have been a reason Greta ruined Peggy’s pride and her clothing in one swift motion. What, though, he simply couldn’t work out.
As far as Eddie was concerned, Peggy was a walking daydream. She oozed kindness on cloudy days and always made sure her neighbor was okay, even if they weren’t exactly friends anymore. Apart from maybe Bill, Eddie admired Peggy the most in the world. He had never heard her say a bad word towards anyone, and seeing her with tear-stained cheeks and that defeated demeanor cracked his heart.
“I don’t think so,” he told her. “You’re not a loser to me.”
Eddie wasn’t sure how helpful he had been, but she smiled at him and he couldn’t help but to return the gesture. When Peggy pulled him into a side-hug, he tried to wriggle away, but she simply laughed and skipped ahead of him.
The girl turned on her heel to face her old friend and brushed her wild hair from her face. She started to ask where they were meeting him, but the words caught in her throat at the sight of Stan himself across the road. He stood on a park bench, focused on a book and oblivious to his approaching friends; Peggy thought he looked marvelous.
Eddie pretended not to notice the way she looked at him as he pulled her across the street.
“Stan likes to watch birds,” he explained.
“Birds?”
Eddie shrugged. Peggy smiled faintly.
Eddie had trouble matching her pace as she went to greet Stan.
“I hope you don’t mind that I crashed your afternoon,” she said sheepishly.
But Stan simply smiled at her, glancing at Eddie who stood behind her. Eddie silently pleaded with him not to say anything stupid, afraid it might offend her if he stared at her dirtied clothing.
“You’re not,” Stan said, blushing a faint pink.
Peggy tentatively sat down on the bench beside him, smoothing out her skirt, which left Eddie to stand or sit on the bare ground. He remained standing.
Stan clutched his book a little tighter in his lap as he caught a glimpse of the dirty state of Peggy’s clothing. He never liked unclean things. But this was Peggy and he had watched it happen.
She seemed oblivious to his gaze, as she remained silent for a moment.
“So,” Peggy glanced between the boys. “What’re you reading?”
She gently pushed his hands to close the book, smiling at the title. Stan parted his lips, embarrassed, and started to brush it off. She beat him to it.
“Cool,” she said.
He grinned back at her, surprised by her kind reaction.
The three of them spent the better half of the afternoon strolling around the park, with Stan pointing out some Bluebirds and Eddie trailing a few inches behind them. Stan noted that his book claimed Bluebirds could symbolize transition, but kept this to himself. He never cared much for things like that.
They eventually collapsed on the grass- Stan testing the grass for dirt before sitting cross-legged beside Eddie, who Peggy had dragged down with her. Peggy laid back in the grass, dark hair fanning behind her head. She smiled to herself and watched the sky, occasionally laughing at something Eddie said.
Stan squinted at Peggy through the afternoon sun and grinned. He looked on with soft adoration as she deciphered shapes in the clouds; for the first time, he thought he could watch her all afternoon.
psa
for those of you who have been keeping up with my writing, i’ve been working on the next chapter of hypochondriac. i also have a new series coming out sometime this month, which will feature the oc from falling for you. requests are also open, so don’t be shy!
i really missed writing and i’m so pumped to have my muse back
Masterlist
STRANGER THINGS
✧ - contains smut
❧ - my personal favorites
EDDIE MUNSON
blurbs
show me (x AFAB!reader) ✧ ❧
the one where you find out why eddie munson keeps handcuffs in his bedroom and what those stains on his mattress really are.
STEVE HARRINGTON
chaptered fics
send her my love 2 (x AFAB!reader)
the one where steve breaks the reader’s heart with one word: nancy, and everything that comes after
tidal waves (x AFAB!reader)
the one where steve and y/n are forced to spend a summer together in a beach house
blurbs
falling for you (x AFAB!oc)
the one where steve makes a big splash at carol’s lake party in an attempt to defend beth’s honor
kings and queens (x AFAB!oc)
the one where beth puts billy back in his place after he tries to weasel his way into her relationship
cheerleader (x AFAB!oc) ❧
the one where steve feels unloved by his parents but his girlfriend is always there to cheer him up.
back to risky business (x AFAB!oc)
the one where steve’s plans for halloween sound a little too familiar for bethany’s liking
for old time’s sake (xAFAB!reader) or (x AFAB!oc) ✧ ❧
the one where steve and heather’s high school reunion becomes much more than that (female!oc version)
double trouble (x hagan twin!reader) ✧ ❧
the one where all of steve’s wildest dreams come true
IT
Stanley Uris:
chaptered fics
hypochondriac 2 (x AFAB!oc, reddie)
the one where the losers return to derry to find themselves one member short, and peggy loses a whole lot more than that. eddie slowly remembers why he wanted to stop thinking about richie tozier.
Tim Curry behind the scenes of It (1990)
Contexte
Peu importe ce qui vous menait sur les routes du Nebraska : travail, réunion de famille, vacances… Toujours est-il que vous êtes sorti de l’autoroute à un moment, pour une pause repas peut-être ? Ou pour profiter du charmant paysage qui vous entoure. Et, lorsque vous avez repris votre chemin, vous avez d’abord rencontré une route barrée en faisant demi-tour : la même par laquelle vous êtes arrivés, vous pourriez le jurer.
En bifurquant, vous arrivez dans une petite ville qui n’en a que le nom : une route principale qui traverse la bourgade, quelques maisons, quelques commerces, quelques habitants. Vous demandez votre chemin, on vous répond vaguement et avec un air las et triste qu’il suffit de continuer votre route. Et vous poursuivez donc, pour revenir inlassablement dans cette ville.
Vous êtes à Derry, bloqué dans un espace-temps coupé du monde que vous connaissez, une commune où le temps semble s’être étrangement figé entre plusieurs époques mélangées : il y a ici et là des maisons typiques des années soixante, des voitures dont le modèle date de l’an passé, des gens portant des habits qui étaient à la mode dans les années 90. Et vous ne pouvez plus repartir, quels que soient vos efforts, vous revenez sans cesse au même point : Derry.
Il y a bien les bois qui entourent Derry mais on vous prévient : ils sont dangereux. Car en plus d’y être coincés, on vous apprend que la nuit, rôdent des créatures qui ont l’apparence d’humains, de personnes que vous connaissez. Tout le monde peut les voir et les entendre, mais s’ils entrent, ils vous dévorent, ne laissant derrière eux qu’un cadavre vidé de tous ses organes. La nuit, il faut vivre portes barricadées, fenêtres calfeutrées, ne pas prêter attention à ces voix familières qui vous demandent de leur ouvrir. La nuit, les créatures rôdent.
Le patron du diner rappelle à son aimable clientèle que pour écouter un morceau sur la jukebox, il est nécessaire d'insérer 50 centimes et non taper sur la machine, merci.
Et si cela permet de couvrir les bruits à la fenêtre, vous ferez le plaisir de tous vos concitoyens.
“La ville a ses secrets et elle les garde bien.” – Stephen King, Salem
Groupes et communautés
Vous qui aimez la sécurité, l’ordre, vous endormir en sachant que vous êtes entre les mains de gens qui ont à cœur de vous protéger (de vous, des autres, d’Eux), vous souvenir de votre vie passée dans un confort très normé… Eh bien, vous avez toutes les chances de vous retrouver au centre bourg. Traversé par Main Road, on y trouve certains établissements comme le diner, l’ancienne école, la station-service ou le bureau du shérif. Vous serez logés dans des maisons pavillonnaires, dotées d’un certain confort ! Il faudra par contre parfois vivre avec d’autres personnes au gré des arrivées – ne vous inquiétez pas, généralement on place les gens en fonction de leur arrivée ou quand il y a bonne entente. C’est le shérif qui s’en charge, s’il n’y a pas de vœux – vous inquiétez pas, elle sait être arrangeante. C’est qu’on a qu’un nombre limité de maisons – enfin, en vrai vous pouvez vous en construire, mais elles ne seront pas liées à l’eau ou à l’électricité.
Sinon, il y a la maison commune. Là-bas, sur la colline, c’est à quinze minutes du centre bourg. La grande maison de type colonial. Par contre, vie commune, on partage tout, même les vêtements. C’est un peu confus au départ, mais le doyen organise tout d’une main de maître. Tous les espaces possibles sont occupés dès qu’il fait nuit, et c’est un peu le jeu des chaises musicales pour le couchage. Mais là-bas, il y a toujours quelqu’un de réveillé, une bonne entente, de la musique, des rires. Il y a deux règles principales : l’hospitalité et le partage. Si vous jouez le jeu de la vie en collectivité, vous aurez à la fois la protection, la joie. Ils sont plus dans l’optique vivre au jour le jour, mais ne vous inquiétez pas, vous manquerez de rien, ou presque. Genre… l’intimité.
Si vous avez fait le choix – ou on l’a fait pour vous – de ne pas vivre en communauté, c’est une vie de solitude et de risques qui vous attend. Pas ou peu de confort, comme l’eau et l’électricité, la solidarité faut vous gratter… à part si vous avez des choses à échanger, comme des objets, vos bras ou votre tête. C’est une vie frugale, pleine de danger, mais y a pas à compter sur des petits chefaillons. Puis… y a vous, les gars qui venaient de débarquer. C’est pas une période facile, on sait – faut découvrir et accepter tout ça, s’adapter et le choix est rapide et brutal entre les communautés. Désolé, c’est en plus souvent définitif, mais on sait et surtout vous savez que c’est pour le meilleur. Vous aurez pas trop le temps de regretter, les nouveaux.
Mécaniques de jeu
Nous mettons en place plusieurs mécaniques pour agrémenter votre jeu. Certaines sont obligatoires pour des raisons de cohérence globale, d’autres sont facultatives. Cette annexe sert aussi à préciser certaines modalités de jeux pour les nouvelleaux arrivant·e·s ainsi que les spécificités liées au jeu des solitaires.
Les dés de sauvegarde :
Tirer ces dés est obligatoire lorsque votre personnage se trouve dans une situation périlleuse ou à l’extérieur la nuit. Exposer en jeu votre personnage à une situation potentiellement mortelle entraîne des conséquences.
Les dés de jets de sauvegarde “facile” sont à tirer au bout du deuxième post RP de votre personnage.
Les dés de jets de sauvegarde “difficile” sont à tirer au bout du quatrième poste RP de votre personnage. A partir de ce moment, chaque réponse nécessitera un tirage jusqu’à la fin de votre RP.
Que faire en cas de mort RP ?
J’entre en contact par MP avec le staff sur le compte Derry pour lui présenter la situation donnée. Je lui annonce mes envies quant à ce tirage : j’accepte la mort RP, j’hésite, je refuse la mort RP.
Un sujet de discussion privé entre le membre et le staff dans le cas où vous acceptez ou hésitez sur la mort RP de votre personnage sera ouvert.
Vous aurez la possibilité de réserver un FC pour votre prochain personnage à n’importe quel moment durant le processus de discussion.
Votre mort RP devra être jouée avant de lancer votre prochain personnage. La date de mort sera a priori celle de votre sujet. A des fins de cohérence, il sera possible de la déplacer dans le futur après vos derniers sujets lancés. Néanmoins, nous vous demanderons de ne pas lancer de nouveaux sujets après votre mort RP.
Toute mort RP refusée pourra être transformée en blessure grave avec des conséquences à long terme.
Conséquences RP de la mort d’un personnage :
La mort de votre personnage entraîne une annonce publique (RP et HRP) afin d'avertir la population de Derry.
Nous vous demanderons de lister l’ensemble des possessions de votre personnage, qui seront redistribuées ensuite aux habitant·es qui en ont besoin ou envie. Le reste sera remisé à la ressourcerie pour servir dans le futur. (Pas besoin de tenir une liste très détaillée tout au long de votre jeu, cela sert surtout si votre personnage à des biens auxquels il tient pour une raison ou une autre et qui seront transmis en RP.)
En HRP, nous tiendrons une liste avec les personnages morts ou considérés comme morts.
En RP, nous pourrons jouer l’enterrement et le partage des possessions de votre personnage.
En cas d'absence/disparition HRP:
Si un personnage est abandonné sans qu'une absence n'ait été postée, et que vous n’avez pas précisé dans la fiche que vous laissiez au staff l’opportunité de guider le personnage, celui-ci sera supprimé passé le délai de recensement et considéré comme mort.
Au cas où vous auriez précisé dans la fiche qu’il était possible de PnJiser le personnage suite à votre départ, celui-ci pourra revenir, avec la considération que le personnage a poursuivi ses activités quotidiennes à Derry sans évènement particulier.
Le dé de trouvaille : (facultatif)
A la fin de chaque RP dans la nature, chaque participant pourra lancer un dé de trouvaille avec une chance de trouver quelque chose de plus ou moins utile pour votre personnage ou la communauté.
Lorsque vous trouvez un item, vous avez le choix entre le garder pour vous ou le donner à la ressourcerie de Derry. Le contenu de celle-ci servira au fur et à mesure de l’avancée de l’intrigue globale à améliorer le confort de vie à Derry. Mais vous pouvez tout aussi bien décider de garder votre trouvaille.
L’arrivée sur le forum :
A votre arrivée sur le forum, le staff ou les membres vous proposeront un rp d’accueil si vous jouez un nouvel arrivant à Derry. Ce sera un rp court où nous vous accueillerons autant en jeu que sur le forum et durant lequel votre personnage sera introduit à son nouvel environnement. N’hésitez pas à préciser si vous avez des préférences de contexte de départ (accident de voiture, perdu après une promenade dans les bois, triste après une rupture, en voyage pro, etc.).
Jouer un solitaire :
Jouer un personnage solitaire comporte quelques spécificités. Vivre en dehors de Derry implique une vie très rude et multiplie par deux ou trois les chances de mourir. C’est une vie plutôt misérable, loin de tout le confort que peuvent proposer le centre bourg ou la maison commune : pas d’accès facile à la nourriture, à l’eau courante, l’électricité, aux soins, affronter le froid et les conditions météorologiques qui peuvent s’avérer difficiles (froid, chaleur, pluie, neige, etc.). Être solitaire à Derry, selon les raisons qui ont conduit à cet isolement peut s’accompagner d’une méfiance de la population, voire carrément de l’hostilité.
Ces conditions de vie vont de paire avec une santé fragile, une hygiène précaire, un manque de sociabilité.
Les solitaires peuvent toujours échanger leur force de main d'œuvre contre quelques vivres ou biens, mais seront constamment à l’écart et mal considérés par la majorité des habitant·es de Derry.
Dites-nous dans les commentaires ou les tags !
Hi could you do yandere Henry bowers or the bowers gang poly with a kidnaped reader who ends up being willing and affectionate to them
Warning: Language
Sorry the first part is super long and kinda irrelevant to your ask. It just kinda happened. Also I did it more reverse harem style just so you know, it again just happened😂
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Henry Bowers was a force to be reckoned with by himself but with his gang there was no escape.
Y/N was a kind, shy soul living in the small town of Derry. They joined the losers club as one of the original members after befriending Richie Tozier, the loud mouth of the group, Soon befriending the others. Y/N was always kind to anyone and everyone, no wonder the losers loved her. But they weren’t the only ones.
“So, there's this church full of Jews, right? And Stan has to take this super Jewy test.” Eddie said as the losers walked down the hallway on the last day of school. Eddie, Bill, and Richie were walking down the hallway with Y/N in the middle of them, trying to protect them from the pushing and shoving.
“But how's it work?” Y/N questioned finding it interesting. But they would wish they didn’t.
“They slice the tip of his dick off.” Eddie spoke bluntly replying to the question.
“But then Stan will have nothing left!” Richie joked behind them, Stanley walks out of a classroom and runs up to the losers
“That's true.” Eddie spoke causing the boys to laugh and Y/N to roll their eyes.
Stan caught up and started walking between Bill and Richie.
“Hey, Stan, what happens at the Bar Mitzvah, anyways? Ed says they slice the tip of your d-dick off.” Bill asked with his stutter, he looked at his friend who looked embarrassed by the subject but not surprised.
“Yeah, and I think the rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say "Where's the beef?" The 4 of them laugh loudly while y/n bursts into a fit of giggles.
“At the Bar Mitzvah, I read from the Torah, and then I make a speech and suddenly, I become a man.”
“I could think of funner ways to become a man.” Richie said as they turned down another hallway.
“More fun" you mean.” Stanley corrected with Y/N nodding to confirm as Richie looked to them for back up. He poured but realized who they were walking by.
The Bowers Gangs stood off to the side of the hall with Henry in the middle, belch to his right and Victor and Patrick on the outside.
“They are perfect.” Henry spoke “Nobody is better than them.”
They three other boys nodded looking almost lovesick but a look of possessiveness took over as they saw their person they were all obsessed with walking down the hallway surrounded by the losers.
“Are you guys ready?” Henry said as he looked intimidatingly at the others. A smirk showed on each of their faces as their eyes grew dark.
Their plan would be sent into action soon.
“Oh, shit.” Richie said as they passed the gang.once they safely made it past with the Bowers gang’s eyes following Y/N’s Retreating figure they all looked longingly but they knew they’d have her soon.
“Think they'll sign my yearbook? "Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot, steaming dump in your backpack last March. Have a good summer."” Richie joked making Y/N giggle causing him to smile proudly.
As they go down the stairs, Gretta Keene, walks past them, bumps Stan making him look back at her as she runs into the girls bathroom.
Once they make it outside, Bill, Eddie, Richie, Y/N and Stan dump their notebooks and school things in the trash. Well not all of it in the trash for Y/N they kept their books they had put in there that they read in their free time.
“Best feeling ever.” Stanley said as he finished pouring his school work into the garbage that was already near overflowing.
“Yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time.” Richie said making Y/N lightly slap him on the head with a weird look in their face. He smiled at them innocently which they returned mockingly.
“Hey, what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?”
“I start my training.” Richie spoke giving no more insight into his plans but Eddie questioned him. “Wait, what training?”
“Street Fighter.”
“Is that how you wanna spend your summer? Inside of an arcade?” Y/N asked looking up at him with their hands on their hips with a frown in their face. They couldn’t understand why he would want to stay in doors all day.
“Yeah what they said.” Eddie back up looking up at Richie who had a incredulous look on his face.
“Beats spending it inside of your mother Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie retorted holding up a hand to stan for a high five but Stanley lowered it. “What if we go to the quarry?”
“ Guys, we have the Barrens.” Bill said looking at his friends.
“Of course Bill.” Y/N spoke empathetically. He wanted to search for Georgie, Y/N did as well. She loved the little boy. He was the kindest kid.
“Right.” Stanley said in agreement. Eddie looked around before looking over at the woman standing by the police.
“Betty Ripsom's mom.” Eddie spoke and the group turned towards the woman seeing her wringing her hands nervously and looking at the stream of kids piling out the doors.
“Is she really expecting to see her come out of that school?”
“ I don't know. As if Betty Ripsom's been hiding at Home Ec. for the last few weeks.”
“You think they'll actually find her?”
“Yes, of co-“ before Y/N could fishing they were cut off
“In a ditch. All decomposed, covered in worms and maggots. Smelling like Eddie's mom's underwear.” Richie replied making the group look at him disgustedly.
“ Shut up! That's freaking disgusting.”
“She's not dead. She's missing.” Bill corrected with annoyance. They aren’t dead. Betty’s not dead, Georgies not dead.
“Sorry, Bill. She's missing. You know the Barrens aren't that bad. Who doesn't love splashing around in shitty water?” Richie said trying to correct what he said and get rid of the awkward silence. He felt bad saying that now, but he couldn’t stop himself.
Patrick walks out behind them; without warning, Henry grabs Richie and pushes him into Stan, knocking them both to the ground; Stan's hat falls off to which Patrick picks it up.
“Nice Frisbee, flamer.” Patrick said as he took stans hat.
“Give it back!” Stanley yelled, he was afraid of what his dad would say if he lost it but Patrick just laughs evilly and throws it through the window of a passing school bus.
“Fucking losers!” Patrick said aiming towards the boys while glancing out of the corner of his eye at Y/N who was hugging their back pack in fear and attempting to hide, which all of the gang noticed. What none of the losers noticed was Victor Criss who was standing behind Y/N a little distance away, not close enough to stand out but to where he can sneak up on her.
Belch proceeds to burp in Eddies face cashing him to gag.
“Loser.” Henry said while bumping into Bill. They go to turn away, but they weren’t going to walk away. Not without her.
“You suck, Bowers!” Bill yelled but Eddie knowing better than to pick a fight with Henry Bowers looked over at him with fear in his eyes “Shut up, Bill. “
The gang turns back around
“ You s-s-s-say something, Bi-Bi-Bi-Billy? You got a free ride this year 'cause of your little brother” Henry mocked “Ride's over, Denbrough.This summer's gonna be a hurt train for you and your friends.” Henry looks at Victor from the corner of his eye and the losers don’t notice a subtle flick on his hand which led to Victor closing in.
To continue to distract the loser Henry runs his hand along his tongue and wipes it on Bill's cheek who cringes in disgust and turns his head.
The losers had their eyes trained on Henry and they didn’t even notice when Victor was behind Y/N and quickly put a hand over her mouth making her eyes widen but before she could even make a noise she breathe in, which caused her to pass out due to the chloroform.
Victor Criss held her bridal style. Almost as if she had just fallen asleep. Belch had already previously unlocked the car so Victor ran and sat in the car with Y/N on his lap.
Once they rest do the gang saw no Y/N in sight they smirked and walked away.
“I wish he'd go missing.” Richie spoke spitefully glaring at their retreating figures.
“He's probably the one doing it. “ Eddie said back before looking around. “Hey, where’s Y/N?”
Back in Belch’s car, the gang piled into the car and Y/N was laid across Victor and Patrick’s lap with her head near Victor.
“Good job, Vic.” Henry said looking at the sleeping figure of the girl that was theirs.
The other two boys nodded before Belch started the car.
“We should probably get their before she wakes up.” Henry nodded at Belchs suggestion and he booked it out of the schools parking lot.
The Bowers Gang had been preparing for this day for months the day Y/N would be theirs.
They drove out to Victor Criss’s house since his parents didn’t live there and Henry cared Y/N into the room they had prepared for her and tied her ankle to the bed.
Took a few hours but they finally woke up.
Y/N sat up groggily as the drugs wore away, once they were able to open their eyes completely they saw the gang looking down at them making them jump back while letting out a squeak causing the gang to almost aww at their adorableness.
Y/N was breathing heavily in panic before asking…
“Why am I here.”
And Henry began explaining how he, Belch, Patrick, and Victor was in love with her, completely obsessed.
They gave no room for argument.
Y/N was theirs.
-1 month later-
Y/N was starting to adjust to the Criss house, Victor was always there, along with the others when they weren’t threatened by their parents, or in Henry’s case, Dad.
They often alternated who would sleep beside them first it was Henry, Belch, Patrick, and Victor. then rotate and this morning it was Henry.
Y/N woke up to the sunset early in the morning they knew Henry was on the other side of the bed but he didn’t want to scare y/n so they kept his distance, there was at least a foot of space between them.
Y/N knew that the Bowers going we’re trying their best to take care of them . After the month of spending time with them day in and day out they began to appreciate all they’ve done for them.
That morning Y/N was brave they slightly slid over in the bed and wrapped in arm around Henry’s waist with their head laying on his back.
But what they didn’t know, is that Henry was awake. He was a very light sleeper after living with his dad so he was constantly on edge so with the slightest movement on the bed he woke up from his sleep but didn’t move just thinking it was Y/N and rolling over on the bed. He was very surprised when he felt an arm wrapped around his waist and a head lay against his back and cuddle into him. In his mind he was going crazy, he just wanted to cuddle them back but he didn’t want to scare them and when he heard their breathing even out he knew they fell back asleep. But Henry cannot go back to sleep as he was basking in the moment.
Next with Patrick.
They were all watching a movie together and Y/N decided to get more comfortable as they were tired. They scooted closer to Patrick who was laying on the other end of the couch and lay their head down on his lap. They adjusted slightly so they were laying across the couch with their head on his lap and Patrick stare down at their head in awe. Victor and belch looked surprised but Henry wasn’t and he was just smirking. When they fell asleep on his lap he just calmly ran his fingers through their soft hair.
“They are perfect.” Victor said staring at them.
“We don’t deserve them.” Patrick said looking down at the figure laying on his lap.
“But neither do they. No one deserves them.” Henry said and they all nodded in agreement.
Next to was Belch.
It was just the two of them at Victors house that day as the others the others had left to go keep up appearances in the town. Also to throw others off their tracks, making sure no one would say a word if they had seen them take Y/N that day.
He woke up and made the breakfast for the two of them which was Y/F/F, and after they ate the food and Belch put the dishes in the sink Y/N wrapped their arms around him and had their face laying in his back.
“Thankyouforthefood.” Y/N spoke quietly in a grateful tone.
“Your welcome Y/N/N.” Belch said with a smile, it took him a second to tell what they said but once he didn’t he couldn’t help the smile that took over his face. He turned around in their arms and hugged them close. Y/N blushed heavily causing him to chuckle. They pouted and hid their face in his shoulder.
He loved them.
And finally Victor.
He was the last to receive affection from Y/N. It was another day when it was just Victor and Y/N at the house by themselves. When they decided to watch a scary movie, a.k.a. Friday the 13th, and Y/N wasn’t good with horror movies. They got scared and jumped onto Victor‘s lap. He stared at them and surprised at first, But wrapped his arms around their waist and help them close as they slightly cuddled into him. Victor was so happy and couldn’t help placing a kiss on their cheek.
The next day they were all at the house again sitting in the living room as the boys talked and Y/N responded whenever they asked her a question. They were about to disperse and do their own thing but Y/N stopped them by standing up and clearing their throat, gaining all 4 boys attention.
“I umm… I just wanted to say… t-thank you for all that you have done for me. I have really liked being here with you…. And I… really like all of you.”
The 4 boys jaws dropped and Y/N grew nervous as they continued to stare. But as Y/N was about to make a break for it to go back to their room to get out of the awkward situation they were brought into a group hug.
“We really like you too.” They all said and they all placed a kiss on her cheek or forehead.
Y/N was falling for them and they had already fallen.
~*~
I hope you liked it! Sorry it got super cheesy at the end. 😂
Also I tried to write without specifying a gender.