but henry was the one who jumped

It Wasn’t Real (part three)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

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Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) slight Eddie x Reader and slight Richie x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, pennywise.

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It was nice to know they’d stayed friends.

Notice the sarcasm.

Richie Tozier. The boy had made a name for himself it seemed, he was more than just the trash-mouth Tozier that he was when you two were friends. Word was that he was some sort of ‘cool’ icon? You didn’t know, but judging from his attire, you believed it. He’d lost the silly Hawaiian shirts and short coloured jeans, and replaced with black. Just black.

It seemed maybe his appearance had changed, but to you, his personality seemed the same. Richie hadn’t even noticed your presence yet, as he jumped on the back of Eddie and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, rough-housing with him. 

The discomfort never left, only added when Richie came along. It was like you weren’t even there. But you guessed, it’d been like that for a while.

You’d heard them, heard in the halls as everyone talked and chatted. You’d seen the way Bill and Beverly still talked, or Stan, Eddie and Richie, or Eddie and Richie. It seemed that you were the singled one out. 

We wouldn’t leave you.

“Don’t call me Eds!”

“Yeah, okay, Eds.”


Yeah right.

Sighing, you turned around. You’d leave through a back door or something, anything to get away from this conversation. “Going somewhere, Bower’s girl?” Yet once again you felt your body freeze in shock, indignation running through you as you processed Richie’s words. Had he really?

“Richie!” Eddie gasped, shoving Richie off of him in anger. 

Turning around, you clenched your fists and looked up at the suddenly much taller boy. Richie had been short as a child, and you use to be able to tower over him but it seemed puberty had been kind to him. He now stood at the least half a head taller then you, if you not more. You had to crane your neck to look up at him, whereas Eddie stayed relatively the same; you only had to look before you. Though, that did nothing to stop you; “what did you just call me?”

Richie shrugged; “Bower’s girl. Isn’t that what you are?” He asked, and paused when he saw the looks he was receiving. “I’ve seen you around with him, all cuddly and kissing.” He mimicked the actions, and you felt your lip snarl in disgust. How dare he?

“You don’t get to just call me that!” You stated, raising your voice and gaining the attention of a view passer-byers.

“I’m not the one hanging out with a bully, not to mention one that got sent back two years.”

Hurt and betrayal. Those were the only words that ran through you. The Richie you remembered was kind. Yeah, he could be crude at times but he’d never been cruel. The boy before you you didn’t know. You hadn’t known him for a long time. 

Fighting back the tears that threatened to spill, you took a daring step towards Richie; “i’m only hanging out with him because of you.” You spat, crinkling your eyes in hurt. Laughing dryly, you stepped back; “but I imagine you don’t remember that.” You didn’t give Richie a chance to reply before you walked off the other direction.

You knew people could see you, sniffling and doing your best to hide the tears that fell. But no part of you cared anymore, not now, so you let the tears fall freely.

“Richie, it isn’t like that.” Eddie whispered, watching your disappearing figure. Richie did the same before turning his gaze to the much shorter boy below him, giving him a look. Sighing, Eddie shook his head; “Y/N- she’s not like Bower’s.”

“She hangs with him all the time.” Richie spat.

“You really don’t remember do you?” Eddie asked with a shake of his head, while Richie shrugged.

They’d left you. Again, just like that nightmare… 

Hugging your knees closer to your chest, you stared at the river, watching as the water ran by in aggressive waves. Tears fell freely from your hugs, and you felt your body shake. The only thing that could be heard in the vast silence was your soft sobs. 

A crack echoed behind you and you jumped, your body spinning around quicker than it ever had to see who was creeping up behind you. You only felt the fear grow when you saw Henry Bower’s step past a tree, knowing that anything to do with the teenage bully couldn’t be good. You whimpered, tired and knowing that you were alone, no one was going to help you.

He reached you within record time and you flinched, crawling back desperately. But Henry held his hand out to you, as if trying to tell you something. “I won’t- i’m not gonna hurt you.” The words sounded foreign on Bower’s tongue, had you ever heard him sound so gentle before?

You wiped at the tears on your cheeks; “w-what?” You questioned, your voice soft but raw with the crying you’d done. Henry took another step forward, walking just so he was beside you. You stared warily up at him, watching as he held his hands out to his side before slowly taking a seat next to you.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” Henry repeated, “I promise.”

“I-I don’t understand…” 

Henry said nothing more, only reached behind him for something in his pocket. You felt your heart spike at what it could be, fear racing through you until Henry pulled out a box. You leaned slightly closer to read the words written on the package; it was a pack of cigarettes. And you weren’t sure what possessed you, but as you watched the older boy slip one between his lips, you whispered; “those things are toxic you know.”

Henry again didn’t reply, instead extended the box over to you. “Want one?” And you knew you shouldn’t, a habit like this was bad. But you did, your skinny and small fingers reached up, still shaking, and pushing through the opening before grabbing one and bringing it up to your lips.

Looking over to Henry, you let him bring the lighter up to your lips and light your cigarette. Breathing in, you took the cigarette out slowly before a coughing fit fell over you. Henry only stared before him, and soon the coughing seized and you were left to an uncomfortable silence. “Why?” You whispered. “You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” Henry mumbled, before taking a puff of his cig and smirking at you; “trust me, i’d remember a pretty face like yours.” 

You’d fallen into a trap that day.

You sighed, staring at the clock for about the billionth time that passed minute. It was only you in detention today, no one else for whatever reason. While you’d thought the quiet would be nice, you just wanted out. Out of here… to do whatever. Maybe you’d go see Henry or something, it didn’t really matter.

Two hours was too much, even for telling a teacher to fuck off. Well, that’s what you thought.

Sighing again, you looked at the teacher who’d fallen asleep a long time ago. Great.

“Time to play…” You heard faintly and felt your heart plummet, not this… not now. You looked around you, desperately trying to find someone but it was only you and the teacher, and it certainly wasn’t the teacher who’d said that. It isn’t real. You thought; “just in your head.”

“Aren’t you afraid, Y/N?” The voice echoed right behind you and it was no doubt that the voice was Richie’s, much like that night in your bedroom so long ago. But when you looked behind you, there was no one. Taking a deep breath, you sat up straighter in your seat and shook your head. You were crazy, that couldn’t be possible.

IT… or whatever it was, wasn’t real.

If the rest had forgotten, why couldn’t you?

But as you turned your head back to the front, your eyes fell on the window, where it was already dark outside. Though that isn’t what caught your attention, instead it was the red balloon floating by each of the windows, slowly and going through each panel just to torment you. Your breathing picked up. You didn’t understand… if this was IT, then your fear had already come.

Your friends had left you, you were nothing to them now… so- so why?

You let out a scream when Pennywise’s face appeared at the edge of one of the window, falling off your seat with a loud thud. “What the hell…” The detention teacher mumbled, jumping awake. Standing up from his seat, he stared at you, on the ground and your clothing a mess. You didn’t look at him though, only stared wide eyed the clown smiling sadistically your way.

“What are you doing? You damn fool,” the teacher spat, coming around the desk. Reaching you, he stood in front of IT effectively blocking it from your sight, and leaned over, grabbing your arms and pulling you up. You stared up at him with wild eyes; “what the hell were you doing?”

“T-That…” You stuttered, pointing your hand out before you to the window. The teacher followed your line of vision, and when he moved to look, IT was gone. But the balloon was still there. Your eyes widened, disbelief running through you. “What?” The teacher suddenly asked; “there’s nothing there.” He stated and you furrowed your brows, how? How could he not see it?

“T-The balloon…” You whispered, your body shaking violently. “The balloon, look!”

The teacher peered back at you, leaning down so he was in your view. “Are you high?”

Gasping, you fumbled with words to say. If he didn’t see it… then that only meant one thing. It had to mean… You grabbed your bag off the chair, throwing it over your shoulder and turning without a second thought out the door. You needed to get away… you needed to find him. 

“You! Get back here this instance! Detention isn’t over for another twenty minutes!”

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The Bully’s Sister // Loser’s Club

Word Count- 1526

Summary- Making friends isn’t exactly easy for you, especially when you happen to be Henry Bower’s little sister.

Warnings; Language (but then again, it’s Richie?)

A/n; First imagine on this account! I absolutely love IT, and I’m watching it for the second time tonight. I’m unhealthily obsessed. 

Requested; Nope. Requests are now open!


You stood quietly next to Greta and your friends as you walked into the girls bathroom. You should’ve known what was coming, but you weren’t thinking it through. As soon as you saw a closed stall, however, you knew what was going down. “Come on Greta, she’s not worth our time.” You tried, but she only glared at you. Sighing, you stepped back and let them do their thing. That is, until you saw the trash about to be dumped on Beverly’s head. “Okay, stop. This is ridiculous.” You said, pushing yourself off the wall and storming over to Greta.

“Why, Y/N? Why are you standing up for a loser like her?” Greta asked, looking you up and down. “Because she’s nicer than you’ll ever be.” You spat, and you looked over just in time to see trash get dumped into Bev’s stall. “Whatever, Y/N. I was only friends with you because of Henry, anyways.” Greta said, in a sickly-sweet voice. “Come on, girls.” She gestured for the other two to follow, which they did, and waved to you innocently. “Have fun with the losers, Y/N.” With that, they left.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked, as Beverly walked out of the stall. “Yeah, thanks Y/N.” She said, looking at you cautiously. “It’s Beverly, right?” You asked, politely. “Yeah. Beverly Marsh. How’d you know?” She asked, confused. “I, unlike Greta, have the decency to learn people’s names.” You said, and you both laughed. “I have a feeling you and I are going to be great friends, Beverly Marsh.” You said, and she laughed. “Me too, Y/N Bowers.”

One Week Later

You ran downstairs, bidding your dad goodbye quickly, before he could give you a lecture on your brother’s disobedience, you left the house and grabbed your bike, getting away as soon as possible. Your dad wasn’t exactly fond of your brother, but he absolutely adored you. You never gave him much reason to scold you, always maintaining good grades, and doing as told. Unlike Henry, who struggled with instructions and preferred attending school for bullying, rather than actual work.

You biked to Beverly’s house, waiting outside. You knew her dad wasn’t exactly fond of her friends, but he tolerated you. You were always very polite to him, and he was always on about how you were such a “good influence on his baby girl”, and how “those misbehaved boys” were not. It always made you a bit uncomfortable, since you’d never properly met the boys. This was why you waited outside.

Not 5 minutes later, Bev came bounding out of her house, running down the many flights of stairs and grabbing her bike. The two of you biked around town together, chatting about random topics, mostly how you were glad school was over. Bev suddenly lit up, her face showing excitement. “You haven’t met the Losers yet!” she exclaimed, out of nowhere. “The who?” You asked, confused. “My friends, come on! We’re meeting up at the quarry today, you should come!” She exclaimed, and you gulped. “I-I don’t know, Bev..” You said, nervously.

You both stopped your bikes, pulling over to talk a bit easier. “Why not? Don’t you wanna meet my friends?” She asked, a bit hurt. “No! I mean yes! It’s not that, Bev. It’s my brother.” You said, biting your lip nervously. “What? What about him?” She asked, curiously. “Everyone knows me as Y/N Bowers, Henry’s little sister. My brother probably bullies the crap out of them.” You stated, rolling your eyes at the thought. She stayed quiet, and you knew he did. “Exactly, Bev. It’s okay, you go ahead. I’ll be fine.” You faked a smile, trying to act happy. “Nice try, you’re coming anyways.” Bev decided, and you sighed. You weren’t going to win, and you knew it, so you simply followed her to the destination, nerves flooding your system.

You see, it wasn’t easy for you to make friends. Being the notorious Henry Bower’s little sister, made you an impossible target. Everyone thought you’d be like your brother, and never once gave you a chance. That’s why you were friends with Greta and her group. They knew you were popular around town, and if a Bowers was in her group, she’d be unstoppable. Now that she’d built up a reputation, it seemed she didn’t need you anymore. You were fine with that.

Much sooner than you would’ve liked, you arrived at the Quarry. Beverly’s friends, who apparently, were all guys, looked at you like you were crazy, and suddenly anger flashed in one of their eyes. You recognized him to be Richie Tozier. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He spat, and you flinched. “I-I, um, uh…” You stuttered, slowly backing away. “Chill, Richie, she’s with me.” Beverly said, grabbing your arm and pulling you with her. Frowning, you scanned the group. They all looked either pissed, or scared of you. “Bev, I told you this was a bad idea.” You whispered, and she shook her head. “You’re staying.” she instructed.

One of the taller boys came over, grabbing Beverly and pulling her off to the side. “How could you be friends with her, Bev? She’s Henry Bowers’ sister!” He whispered, angrily. He had curly hair. It took you a second to remember his name, Stanley Uris. He was one of the smartest kids in your grade. The smallest boy fumbled with something in his.. Fanny pack? He whipped out an inhaler, taking a big breath from it. “Are you alright?” You asked him, and he flinched at your voice. “Fine.” He said, his voice small. He jumped behind Richie, who glared at you fiercely.

“What do you want, Bowers?” Richie said, pushing past an arguing Beverly and stood right in front of you. “She’s probably just here to bully us, just like your brother. We don’t want you here, Y/N. Go home to your fake friends and your fucking dumbass idiot brother, and bother someone else, bitch.” He spat, and the group gasped. Richie was known to be blunt, but this was straight up rude. You were sick of it, but you weren’t going to fight. A tear slipped down your face, knowing most of what he said was the brutal truth.

Not many people would be honest with you, ever, because they were scared if they’d hurt you, Henry would hurt them. You two were very close growing up, but you stopped talking to him altogether when he started bullying kids. You tried to stop him many times, but you were shooed away. Still, people failed to treat you like a person, because they were scared of the things he could do.

“You know, Richie. I admire you.” You said, smiling sadly. This took him completely by surprise, him even taking a step back. “What?” He asked, confused. Clearly everyone else was curious, too, as they all moved in closer. “Not many people would be brave enough to stand up to me, especially not people who my brother typically target.” You said, wiping a tear. “I admire your bravery and wit. I’m sorry for everything my brother put you,” You paused, looking around at the rest of the group. “all of you, through. I hate how he treats you all, you’re all such great people, and an amazing group of friends. I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda jealous.” You finished. The group was silent, Bev coming and giving you a quick hug.

“W-well, Y/N, w-would y-you want t-to s-stay?” Bill stuttered, and you smiled. “It’s alright, I don’t want to intrude.” You insisted, going to grab your bike. “Wait! I’m sorry, don’t leave. I’ll let you push me into the water!” Richie shouted, and you turned around, eyebrows raised. “You want me to feel better about you being mean, or you too scared to jump in yourself?” You teased, and Eddie, Bev, and Ben all laughed. Bill and Stanley refrained themselves, but were smiling. “I like her!” Eddie exclaimed, excitedly. “Please stay!” He said, pulling a ‘puppy-dog’ face. “Okay. Who can say no to that face?!” You exclaimed, earning a chorus of laughter from the group and Eddie’s cheeks to heat up.

You quickly threw off your dress, leaving you in your undergarments. Beverly copied you, and you two silently agreed to jump together. The boys gawked, and you only laughed at them. You grabbed Bev’s hand, running off and jumping without hesitation. “Holy shit!” You heard Richie cry, and you laughed as you disappeared under the water. The boys followed suit, and you were all splashing each other and enjoying the warm summer day.

That day, you (as well as Bev and Ben) became official members of the Loser’s Club. You finally met your best friends, and you were a proud loser. As soon as Henry learned that you began to hang out with the losers, he immediately shut you out, not that you really minded. You spent most of your time out of your house, mostly with the losers. You had finally escaped your brother’s shadow, and you couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends.

She’s Taken

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Summary: Stan the Man doesn’t like when people hit on his girl.

Warning: Henry Bowers being a little shit and also degradation/degrading language. I do not condone speech like this of any kind, but it is used for the sake of the plot.


“Hey sweet cheeks.”

You rolled your eyes as soon as you heard the all too familiar voice. Henry Bowers.

The infamous mullet wearing asshole.

The guy who got a kick out of bullying your friends and boyfriend.

The guy that tried to murder one of your best friends.

The guy that would not stop hitting on you.

“Hello Henry,” you replied in a monotone voice. You continued putting away your books when all of a sudden someone slammed the locker door shut.

Letting out a small yelp, you jumped back to avoid getting your hand crushed. You glared at the boy in front of you as he laughed in amusement.

“Awww, don’t worry sugar lips, I would never hurtcha.”

“Riiiight,” you muttered under your breath, recalling a moment from a long time ago where he did ‘almost’ kill you.

But apparently, he doesn’t remember so it obviously never happened.

“Anyway, what are you doing later tonight? Maybe we could, uh,” he licked his lips. “Go to my place?”

Your face quickly morphed into one of disgust, shaking your head.

“Sorry, I can’t. I’ve got a lot of geometry homework and I have a test to study for tomorrow.”

It was true, you did have geometry homework. But no test. You just needed an excuse to get away from Bowers.

“C’mon, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’re smart as hell anyway,” he winked.

You were about to reply when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You watched as Henry’s face slowly melted into anger, glaring at someone behind you.

Turning around, you found none other than your amazing boyfriend Stanley Uris. Smiling widely, you stood on your toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He turned his head towards you, smiling softly and gazing at you with nothing but love.

That changed when he looked back up at Henry.

“Get lost Bowers, can’t you take a hint? She doesn’t want to go with you and she’s obviously taken.”

Henry’s eyebrows furrowed, taking a menacing step towards the two of you.

“What did you say, you pathetic Jew,” he spat.

You felt Stan tense up at that and quickly reached down and grabbed his hand, rubbing small circles onto it.

“I said, get lost. She’s mine, you dickhead.”

Henry took another step forward and shoved Stan back into the lockers.

“Watch your back, faggot. You got a lot coming for you.” Shoving Stan back one more time, Henry took off storming down the hall.

Rushing towards Stan, you helped him up, making sure he was okay.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you mumbled, loud enough for only Stan to hear.

“Of course I did! He was treating you like a piece of meat and I couldn’t just stand by and let him do it.”

“Yeah, but you could’ve gotten hurt!” You argued back.

Stan sighed and wrapped you in a big hug, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Even if I do get hurt, it’ll be worth it for you.”

He kissed the top of your head and you two pulled away, grabbing your bags.

“So, what do you want to do?”

“Ice cream?”

“Ice cream.”

The two of you walked out of school, hand in hand. You had the best boyfriend ever.

Brother’s Best Friend - Dylan O’Brien [Smut] (Teen AU)

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Dylan O’Brien/Reader, Brother!Tyler Posey, Daniel Sharman

Word Count: 3153

Notes: Fingering, Oral (female receiving), shower sex, this is much shorter than my usual works - excluding my first two or three works - and it didn’t really take the direction I had originally intended, but it’s cute and I was in a cute mood, let me live. Huge thanks to @stilinski-jpeg​ for her help on proofreading this. She’s my #SinTwin and I don’t know where I would be without her, I love you, Nia!! We all know how much I love drummer!Dylan so lets go fucking overdrive.

Originally posted by alwaysbeu

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Once Upon a Time's Jennifer Morrison on Emma Swan's swan song

Warning: This story contains major spoilers from the season finale of Once Upon a Time. Read at your own risk!

The Savior made the ultimate sacrifice during the Once Upon a Time season finale.

After the new curse left Emma (Jennifer Morrison) with no memories in a Storybrooke run by the Black Fairy (Jaime Murray), the ABC fairy tale drama came full circle as Henry (Jared Gilmore) was forced to once again try to get Emma to believe. Her family and friends, meanwhile, were sent back to Fairy Tale Land, where all the realms began to crumble at the Savior’s lack of belief.

Though Gold (Robert Carlyle) ultimately killed the Black Fairy, breaking the curse, the Final Battle was not abated — the Black Fairy had ordered Gideon (Giles Matthey) to kill Emma, who refused to murder an innocent, thus she sacrificed herself. Fortunately, her son Henry’s kiss resurrected her, leading to what appears to be a happily ever after alongside her family as Morrison exits the drama after six seasons. (Read part 1 of our interview with Morrison here.)

“I’ve always wished for Emma’s happy ending,” Morrison tells EW. “As the woman who plays Emma — and even as a fan of the show — of course my heart’s desire is for Emma’s happy ending. I don’t think there was ever any part of me that was wishing for her death. I just always wanted to have an end to her story, at least in what we’ve seen so far, be something that was a fresh start, a new start for her, her facing life with new possibilities, with her walls down, with growth behind her.”

Unfortunately, our heroes are all missing in action sometime in the future, where — in a scene that echoes the pilot — an adult Henry’s (Andrew J. West) supposed daughter (Alison Fernandez) comes to him with a storybook, exclaiming Henry’s family needs his help. “I’m excited to see what this means,” Morrison says. “I love this idea that they’re rebooting it with the future Henry. I think that gives them a lot of room to do really fun things in the story line. The way that we jump around, and leap through time, and go between lands, it sets them up to have endless possibilities for the show to continue with really interesting and creative possibilities.”

While Morrison is exiting, Colin O’Donoghue will continue on with the show next season, as OUAT reframes around his character Hook, as well as Regina (Lana Parrilla) and Rumple (Robert Carlyle) — see who else is exiting here. While Morrison is slated to return for one episode next year, ostensibly her story will somehow continue on through Hook and adult Henry. “I have no idea how they’re planning on doing that,” Morrison says. “I don’t know what the pitch is for the one episode that I’m doing. I’ve always blindly had faith in them having great plans for those things, so I’m excited to see how they choose to set that up. I’m very happy for Colin continuing on the show, and I’m sure they’ll find a creative way to make it work.”


Get Lost

Originally posted by to-obsessed

Anonymous Requested: something fluffy w Bill Denbrough where he has like a crush on u bc u told off some older kids who were making fun of his stutter but he can barely get a word out w u bc he’s so nervous pls ?

Pairing: Bill x Reader

Warnings: none.

You hated Henry.

Maybe he was nice deep down. Deep, deep, deep down. Underneath all that jerk and cockiness. But it didn’t matter to you. The boy teased others to make himself feel better which you thought was incredibly low.

So when you saw him teasing Bill Denbrough, the boy from your english class who was too nice for his own good, your anger had spiked immediately. You were normally very shy, you didn’t really like to speak unless you needed to. But if it had to do with Henry being a complete douchebag, you didn’t care. You also didn’t care that you were two years younger than him and he could probably easily beat you up. You didn’t care that you back-talking him had made you his number one enemy time after time.

Bullying other kids was just dumb.

So, you’d slammed your locker shut, making the few kids around you jump and marched straight over to where Henry has Bill cornered. It was obvious what he was teasing the boy about, his stuttering. While others found it odd, some found it funny, you, on the contrary, found it quite cute.

“Hey, Henry!” You called aloud, gaining not only the attention of Henry and Bill but quite a few passing classmates. You watched as Henry’s face twisted into frustration and he slowly straightened his back (probably to seem more intimidating) as you reached him and Bill.

“Oh look, if it isn’t the girl who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut.” 

You crossed your arms, unamused; “me? Speak for yourself, mullet-boy.” Henry’s face grew red and he narrowed his eyes dangerously. Stepping in between him and Bill, you blocked Henry from reaching him. You were probably the same height as Bill but Henry towered over you. You felt your heart spike in fear but ignored it. If you didn’t, Henry would only continue to ruin Bill’s day.

“Get lost, Henry.” You spat.

“And why should I listen to you?” Henry threatened, stepping forward so you had to strain your neck upwards to see him. Yet, you kept your false confidence high and let a smirk fall on your lips. “Because if you don’t fuck off, i’ll call your dad. I’m sure he’d know how to deal with you.” 

Henry’s face visibly paled, but he coughed lightly, looking around and glaring at those staring at him un-bashfully. Grunting at them, he glared at you one finale time; “i’ll be back.” He whispered low enough for you to hear before stalking off. 

Letting out the breath you’d been holding, you dropped your arms. “Nothing to see here!” You called to those still staring and they quickly looked the other way. Turning, you let your gaze fall on Bill. Your face immediately fell into one of concern as you stepped towards the red-faced, shy boy. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Y-Yes.” He mumbled, looking away in anxiousness. You smiled at his shyness and stepped forward, letting your hand fall on his shoulder. “You sure?”

“Yes. T-Thank you…” 

“it’s no problem.” You grinned, you turned the other direction but not before giving him one last glance. “Talk to me sometime, Bill.” Bill stared at your back as you sauntered away, amazed by your confidence and determination.

Shaking out of his stupor, he called; “o-okay!”

our favorite girl: bowers gang imagine

this was requested by a reader, I hope you enjoy it. I tried to make the whole gang flirt with y/n.

bowers gang x reader

(A little heavy on the reader & Henry)

word count : 1300+


I sat at the quarry with Belch, Victor, Patrick and of course Henry. They were seeing who could jump the farthest into the water but of course I decided to sit out on this one, primarily because it was dangerous as fuck. They were all in their underwear since they had forgotten their clothes and I wasn’t complaining.

“Y/n come in!!” Belch said as I watched from the top of the rock. I frowned and shook my head.

“Quit being such a pussy you brat!” Henry yelled at me and I rolled my eyes. He was always the most harsh to me out of all the guys, if he were ever to even say something somewhat nice, the guys called him soft and he would be even meaner than usual.

“Fine fuck you all.” I yelled, throwing my dress over my head , taking off my shoes and jumping in. I screamed as I jumped off of the tall rock and felt the cold water engulf over me.

“See, it wasn’t that bad!” Victor cheered and patted me on the back.

“That was terrifying.” I laughed pushed my hair out of my face to catch Henry just staring at me.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer Bowers.” I smirked at him and he turned red and gave me a nasty look.

“I-I wasn’t staring. This bitch is making up lies!” Henry yelled at the other boys trying to defend himself and they all started laughing.

“It’s okay if you admit your crush on her Henry. She’s so hot.” Victor winked at me and Henry splashed Victor, who got a mouth full of water.

“Thanks Vic.” I smiled.

“I don’t like her. You guys can have her.” Henry said with a rude tone.

I frowned internally. I would never show vulnerability around these guys, I would never hear the end of it.

“That’s a little rude,Henry.” Belch said as we awkward just stood in our underwear staring at each other.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Henry said quickly getting up out of the water.

“Y/n, I think you’re beautiful. Don’t listen to what Henry says, something crawled up his ass and died.” Patrick said and Belch and Victor agreed. I let out a big smile, I’m so glad I had 3 good friends.

“Should someone go talk to Henry?” Victor questioned looking at all of us.

“I am for one not, I don’t feel like having him pull his knife on me again.” Patrick said averting his eyes to the side.

“I’ll go talk to him.” I sighed, realizing no one else was going to.

I got out of the water, completely forgetting I was in my underwear and I turned around and saw their mouths wide open.

“Holy shit.” Belch commented looking me up and down.

I rolled my eyes and turned around, walking away, with an extra sway in my hips.

“Bro I have boner.” I overheard Victor say as I walked away… gross.

“Dude what the fuck!” Patrick shouted, slapping Victor on the back of the head.


Within ten minutes I found Henry at the top of the rock, smoking a cigarette.

As I came into his view he looked me up and down and just looked away, without saying a word.

“Are you okay?” I questioned, speaking very softly. The last thing I wanted to do was piss of Henry, because when he was mad, he was super mean.

“Of course, I’m fine.” He emphasized the word ‘fine.’

Trying to get Henry to admit how he was actually feeling was like pulling teeth.

“Okay… guess I’ll leave then.” I awkwardly stated ready to walk back down to the boys but he grabbed my wrist as I turned away.

“No….uh stay.” He mumbled scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. This whole situation was so weird. He never was shy.

“What’s up? You’re acting strange.” I stated, looking at him sympathetically.

“No I’m not. I just wanted to smoke.” He said inhaling his joint.

“That’s bullshit Henry. I’m not stupid.” I assured crossing my arms. He didn’t leave The whole crew because he desperately wanted a cigarette, that was a total lie.

“I don’t like them all over you.” He murmured not even looking at me.

“What do you mean all over me?” I was utterly confused. The guys were just flirty but they were never suffocating.

“They all want to rail you… stop trying to act like you’re oblivious. You’re constantly on Victor’s dick, kissing up to him.” He spat, then threw the bud of his cigarette into the water.

I was completely appalled. How was I constantly on Victor’s dick?

I pushed him off the rock he was leaning against. “Shut the fuck up Henry. Even if this was true…and it isn’t, why do you care?” I commented while raising my eyebrows.

“You’re my friend and it makes me uncomfortable to have all my friends trying to get with you.” He said getting in my face.

“You’re uncomfortable? That’s fucking hilarious. I love how your friends wanting ME is a problem for YOU.” I sarcastically replied gritting my teeth.

“You’re wasting my time. Stop talking to me.” Henry said looking down into my eyes. Our faces were so close.

I looked up at him and my whole 'I’m so tough’ exterior completely fell through. I felt tears prick my eyes. Quickly, I looked down and scurried away. I would never let him see me cry. Grabbing my clothes and shoes, I hastily put them on. I was going to make Belch take me home because I was not walking home alone, especially with all the children disappearing in Derry.

“Y/n…come back here.” I heard Henry calling my name.

Completely ignoring his comment I hopped down the path and found the rest of the boys.

They were playing Marco Polo…losers. Belch was Marco and Victor and Patrick were saying polo.

“Pol-oh hey y/n. What’s wrong with Henry?” Patrick inquired ruffling his wet hair.

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong with Henry. He’s a fucking bipolar, cruel human being. He thinks he is so tough and won’t open up to anyone because he is a fucking narcissistic asshole.” I spat and I heard applauding come from over my shoulder.

“Nice vocabulary.” I turned around and saw Henry standing there with his ripped jeans on, but still lacking a shirt.

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, sorry if you couldn’t comprehend it with your small brain.” I sassily replied.

“Maybe if you were smarter you would realize I just give you shit because I have a crush on you. But I’m 'sorry if you couldn’t comprehend it with your small brain’.” Henry smirked while mimicking me.

I felt my jaw just drop as I felt like I couldn’t speak. That was not something I expected…

“You’re lying.” I mumbled, it wasn’t a snarky comment but I couldn’t come up with something better.

“Yeah y/n, that is definitely a lie.” He whispered in my ear as he walked by me grabbing my butt.

I stood there confused and heated, what just happened?

“Let’s leave it’s getting dark!” Henry yelled as the boys all turned around and got out of the water.

We all began walking back to Belch’s car as we admired the sun setting ahead of us.

“That was a fun day.” Victor stated as we walked toward the sunset.

“Yep, I love you guys.” I smiled looking at them and leaning into Henry’s side.

He looked down at me and put his arm around my waist. He was never the type to be affectionate so this was a shocker to everyone, including myself. He didn’t say anything but he had a slight red tint to his cheeks.

“We love you too.” Patrick added.

I was so lucky to have friends who cared about me so much, even if they were assholes sometimes, they were my assholes.

What was it like

vitalpen submitted: 

cyber-flow’s dream piece made me really want to explore Henry and Bendy’s states of mind a bit.  I thought since you’re already inundated with stuff, I might as well add to the pile.

“WAIT!”  Henry held up his hand, stopping and bending over, hands on his knees, heaving gasps of air.  He hurt all over, even being a toon didn’t stop an old injury or two from flaring up a little.

Bendy skidded to a stop, face locked in an unfriendly glare.  He lowered his axe a little.  “What?!”

“Five… minutes,” Henry got out between gulps of air, “just give me five minutes for Pete’s sake.”

Bendy was about to deny him on reflex, but when he actually looked at the old man, the “old” really showed.  Henry was old.  So he put the axe head down and leaned against the handle, rolling up a sleeve that he only sometimes had and checking a watch that would only exist until time was up.  “Fine.  Five minutes.”

Henry didn’t thank him.  He just leaned back slowly against a wall, and breathed.

They stayed there like that for a moment, awkwardly silent, each trying to acknowledge the other’s presence without directly stating it.  One would cast a glance to the other for a moment, accidentally catch their eye, and then quickly look away.  In the end, it was Henry that broke the silence.

“So what was it like?”

He didn’t have to say what “it” was.

In response, Bendy] sat down against the opposite wall.  He leaned the axe next to him and brought his knees in. “You ever have nothin’ happen to you for twenty-odd years?”  He asked.  “You ever sit in one place and collect dust while the world forgets about you?”  The toon dropped his gaze to the floor.  “First you start feeling like you don’t matter anymore.  Then, after a while, you start wonderin’ if you ever really did.  If any of the people who made you, the guys who got you famous, who you owe everything, ever actually cared.”  He kicked the floor, “At first you think, ‘they gotta, right?  Why do it at all if they don’t?’ and sure that works for the first few years, but ya keep markin’ tallies on days, it doesn’t any more.  Then you start wondering what they did see in you.  Maybe you were always just a meal ticket.”

Henry opened his mouth to speak, but Bendy silenced him with a look.  The devil clearly wasn’t finished.

“And ya fight it.  Ya fight it every step of the way.  You tell yourself over and over again that there’s a good reason.  That they didn’t just drop you because they got bored.  That they really loved ya.  But no one who knows is around to say that.  Not you, not Joey, not Sammy…” his head dropped again.  “Nobody.”

He stood up again.  “So you start getting angry.  You start asking yourself what you did.  Why did you deserve to get thrown away like this?  And that’s a road with one ending.  Sure you’ll branch off for a while, maybe make up a mistake here or there to make it all fit.  But once you start you got one destination: right back where you freakin’ started.  It wasn’t you.  You didn’t make a mistake.  So why?  Why did everyone decide to just leave?”

He grabbed the axe.  “And then, one day, you get an answer.  Someone comes back.  The man who started it all, Joey Drew himself.  And he tells you the one thing that you never wanted to hear.”

“That we didn’t care,” Henry wasn’t surprised.  Joey was always passionate about the job, sometimes to an unhealthy degree.

“BINGO!” Bendy roared, making Henry jump.  “And now that you finally faced the truth, that your creators, your parents, are nothing but a bunch of dead beat scumbags, you start burning up.  You start getting madder than you ever thought possible.  Those has-beens decided to up and leave after they got theirs and all still got to come out the winner.  And you’re left in a run-down studio with nothing!”  He buried the axe blade in the wall to punctuate the sentence.  With that done, he turned back to Henry, looking him dead in the eye as he sat back down.

“That’s what it was like.”

Once more, they sat in silence for a while.

Bendy was the one to break it this time.  “Your turn.”

“Huh?”  Henry raised an eyebrow at the toon.

“I just spilled my guts about the worst thing that ever happened to me.  Now it’s your turn.”

Henry’s vision unfocused as he thought about what to say.  A few faces came to mind.  “I know people who are collecting dust right now.”  His eyes cleared, seeing Bendy’s quizzical expression. 

“They called it ‘battle fatigue’.  It’s what happens to you after you get back.  The smallest things can set it off.  Someone drops something, it makes a loud bang, and suddenly I’m taking heavy fire, trying to stop another guy from bleeding to death while bombshells are going off all around us.”  He stretched out one leg and massaged it a little, “I’ll see someone walking around on crutches because they’re missing a leg, and I’ll think of all the times that was almost me.”  He stopped.  “Then there’s the nightmares.  Those aren’t ever going away.  Even if they cure me completely while I’m awake, I’ll always dream of tanks, gunpowder, and blood.  I’ll see faces staring at me, nothing in their eyes, mouths slightly agape.  Then I’ll wake up in a cold sweat and never get back to sleep.”

Henry stood up now, pacing slowly.  “I don’t have the worst.  I only go back every once in a while.  Most of the time I’m alright.  But I know a few guys…” he stopped, feeling the lump in his throat.  In a vain attempt to keep Bendy from seeing, he lowered his head.  “They’re in padded cells, collecting dust while the world forgets about them.  The ones that only have a few moments of clarity before they’re back in the fight, praying to whoever’s listening that they’ll live.  They barely come out because if they lose it when there’s people around, they might kill someone.”  Tears blurred his sight, turning Bendy into an amorphous black shape.  “And you want to know the rub?”

Bendy was almost afraid to ask.  “What’s the rub?”

“Those guys are the lucky ones.”  A humorless laugh forced its way through Henry’s lips.  “They came back,” his voice finally cracked, and Henry was left astonished at his own voice.  Vivid images of friends screaming behind steel doors, struggling in a straight jacket, or lying motionless on the battlefield flooded his mind.  He could hear the echoes of far off explosions, still too close to feel safe.  Desperate orders were shouted from all sides, telling them to pull back, to push forward, to find cover.  His feet were cold and wet, his back and shoulders ached from the heavy gear.  His front was covered in dirt from lying down to avoid fire.  Soil kicked up all around him as bullets hailed down.  Someone shouted ‘grenade’, the sound of it was cut off by ringing in his ears.  It took him a second to feel the throbbing in his leg.  It wouldn’t move.  Every moment, evert bullet, every bomb, it all came back so easily.  Someone called his name.  He couldn’t answer.  He didn’t have the energy to move.  They called it again.  And again.  Henry.  Henry…

“HENRY!” Bendy slapped the man as hard as he could, bringing him back to the present.

For a second Henry could only stare, wide-eyed, mouth open, at the little imp.  Henry noticed his pupils had gone off model again, and he had tears at the corners of his eyes.

“You had me scared half to death, ya crazy jerk!”  The toon yelled at him.  “You were just sittin’ there, starin’ through me like I was a sketch!  You wouldn’t answer me, you wouldn’t blink, you just started cryin’!  I thought you’d lost it!”  Seeing Henry comprehending his words again, Bendy’s legs turned to jelly with relief and he slumped down next to his former animator.

“Sorry.”  Henry didn’t know what else to say.

“Is uh, is it always like that?”

The man shook his head slowly, eyes half-closed.  “Depends on what triggers it.”

The toon had nothing.  No witty commentary, no pranks, gags, jokes, nothing.  There was nothing funny about what he’d just seen on Henry’s face.  For the third time, they sat silently.  It was Henry’s turn to break it, he did so with a snore.

Without much ceremony, Bendy stood up.  He checked his watch: ten minutes.  "The mood’s gone anyway.“

The axe came out of the wall with one tug.  Bendy cast one last glance to the disheveled man and walked away.

“We both came out the loser, didn’t we, Henry?”

AW JEEZ.  If only this would happen, if only they’d just sit down and talk to each other!  I could see things ending a lot better and sooner for the whole studio if only something like this would happen!!

A Supernatural x “ IT ” Crossover (part 2)

Originally posted by thehorrorpit

S U M M A R Y: Their next case brings the three Winchester siblings to Derry, a city in which children seem to disappear for a unknown reason…

A/N: imagine that the IT movie plays in 2017 and not in 1988.

Also this is a crossover between supernatural and the “ IT ” movie. Not the book. It’s been a while since I saw the movie so if I make any mistakes, please don’t be angry, I really enjoyed the movie and thought that it would go super well with Supernatural.

( This is going to have multiple parts )

Chapter 2 ( almost two weeks later )

“This is bullshit.”, Dean says angrily and stands up from his chair, the bags under his green eyes are showing that he wasn’t able to get much sleep last night, but when he turns around to face his siblings he sees that the dark cycles around their eyes are even darker than his own.

“Dean come ‘on.”, Y/N says, without looking up from her computer screen :“We need to do more research-”, but before she finishes her sentence the oldest Winchester interrupts her.

“More research?! More- Y/N we are in this city for almost two weeks now, and even though we are doing our god damn research one more child went missing. And we have not a single clue who could have kidnapped​ that boy , beCAUSE FOR SOME REASON THIS CITY DOES NOT OWN A SINGLE SECURITY CAMERA!”

At the loud voice of his brother, Sam’s head shoots up and the man with the long brown hair rubs his forehead in pain,:“Dude..calm down- I’m already having a headache.”

“What do we know about the victims?”, Dean asks without responding to his younger brother:“Any informations about them and their families?”, He sits back down on the chair next to his sister and looks at the computer screen. There are children missing and till he found them he’s not going to simply calm down and rest, not even for a second.

His sister points at one picture :“ His name is George Elmer Denbrough, he is missing since October- last year. His story is so sad, after what his brother told the police George just wanted to play outside in the rain. But sadly he never returned back home that day.”, She knitts her eyebrows and stands up from her spot next to Dean to grab her bag.

“Where are you going?”

“The library.”, Y/N explains, grabs the gun from the table and puts it into her backpack:“This city has some dirty secrets to hide, I can feel it.”

It’s a sunny and warm day outside, the sky is blue and the youngest Winchester sibling can hear music and laughter coming from the nearest park. She stares at the bright screen of her phone: “Okay so where’s this library..”, she whispers to herself and follows the little red dot that shows her in which direction she has to go.

“Let me go, please!”, A familiar voice exclaims and the Y/H/C girl immediately looks up. She turns around and sees how three boys are standing at the end of the road, one of them is violently pushed against a tree, while another one holds a shining object in his left hand.

As fast as possible she starts running into the direction of the three teenagers and when she reached them she pushes one boy aside.

“Let him go you asshole!”, She commands but the tall boy with the blonde hair just raises his eyebrows in confusion.

At the black handle of the pocket knife , the name “ Henry ” is written in large letters and Y/N looks at him in disgust.

“You’re Henry… you’re that guy who wanted to cut his name into the belly of that boy.”, She says and crosses her arms infront of her chest.

Henry who looks at her for a second starts smiling, as if he just won a gold medal:“The one and only-”, but before he is able to say anything else Y/N’s fist collides with his jaw and the he stumbles a few steps back.

What the fuck?”, Henry exclaims and looks at the younger girl in shock:“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”, His eyes show nothing but anger as he takes a step closer to her, his knife still in his hand.

“You’re new here aren’t you? Well, then I guess it’s time for you to realise that it’s better if you respect-”

“I don’t have respect for pigs like you!”, Y/N says coldly while she takes the gun out of her bag, Henry and his friend exchange a look before he turns to face his victim.

“You’re lucky that this bitch came to save you, Tozier.”, He spits into his face and walks away, Y/N watches him for a second before she puts the weapon back into her black backpack.

“You- You saved me!”, He exclaims and wipes the spit from his forehead:“ Thanks for that!”

“R-R-RICHIE!”, A male voice shouts and when Y/N turns her head she sees how 5 boys are driving with their bikes down the road. They stop a couple of meters away from them and the tallest one of them looks at Y/N with a surprised look on his face.

“Y/-Y/-Y/- Y/N?”, He asks and a small smile appears on his lips:“W-W-What are y-y-you d-d-doing h-h-here?”,he asks and the girl smiles back at him.

She holds up her smile:“ I was on the search for the library when I met Henry and his friend-”, she explain and Richie who stands next to her forms a gun with his two hands.

“But then she took out her gun and- bang bang bang!”, He simulates the sounds of a firing gun and starts jumping up and down infront of his friends who are now staring at Y/N with a shocked impressions.

“Wait a second..you shot Henry down?!”, Stanley asks confused while the Y/H/C girl shakes her head.

“Of course I didn’t, I-”

“She punched him right into the jaw!”, Richie says and starts to aggressively hit the air around him with his fists:“ One time and two times and-”

“Richie stop it!”, Y/N’s voice is now deeper than usually and the brown haired boy with the big glasses swallows thickly, before he takes a step back. Y/N sighs and runs a hand through her hair:“Listen okay, I did not shoot Henry, it wasn’t even a real gun-”

“It looked and sounded really real!”

“It’s from my little brother, Stephen!”, Y/N lies:“He likes to play with fake weapons, so my dad brought him one. I guess it somehow got into my backpack, you know what would have happened if I didn’t acted like it was a real gun.”

Y/N looks from Richie to the other boys and she sees that they all seem to relax:“But you did punch him, didn’t you?”, Eddie asks and Richie starts to jump around again.

“It was incredible!”, He exclaims and smiles:“ She hit him so perfectly, she saved me!”

“T-T-Then I g-g-guess w-we c-c-could b-bring you t-t-to th-that l-l-library as a t-t-thank y-y-you.”

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laschatzi  asked:

As we were flailing over Colin's ability to express so much just with his face, I'm thinking of another scene for you to analyze: Show us the exact moment (you can see it in his eyes!!) when the guy tied to that tree turns from being a poor scared blacksmith to that completely different person, the angry, dangerous pirate Captain Hook.

YESSS!!! Let’s go way back!!

To where it all began!!

Look at him. 

Pulling out the soulful tortured puppy eyes. 

Putting on the humble charm.

He’s really selling this whole “weak and frightened blacksmith” routine.

And they’re eating it up. Completely falling for it.

Lowering their defences and oozing sympathy for this “poor defenceless guy” while mourning the loss of those lost in the tragic tale he’s spinning.

All except one lady.

Emma smells a bullshitter.

She pulls the nice cop on him.

“Listen up… you’re good but not that good. I’m not buying it… so if you give me the truth now, things might go a little smoother. Cos honestly? I know you’re lying through your teeth.”

And he tries, bless him. 

He’s probably gotten so used to the opposite sex falling for his tactics that he’s stopped trying so hard - that or he’s just become so confident they’ll all fall for it.

Ha! Killian, you done fucked up, matey.

She’s giving him a sympathetic smile but her eyes are screaming “gotcha”.

You’re not fooling Emma Swan, Killian.

And he’s thinking he’s safe. Crisis averted. 

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Once Upon a Time: Watch as Henry meets Roni in this exclusive first look

Once Upon a Time‘s return is finally upon us — and EW has an exclusive first look at a scene from Friday’s premiere!

First, here’s what you need to know about the new season: OUAT has jumped ahead in time to follow an adult Henry Mills (Andrew J. West), who meets and falls in love with a different iteration of Cinderella (Dania Ramirez), with whom he has a precocious daughter, Lucy (Alison Fernandez). But the family is torn apart when a new, yet familiar, curse traps them and a trio of returning characters — former Evil Queen Regina (Lana Parrilla), one-handed pirate Hook (Colin O’Donoghue), and the Dark One Rumplestiltskin (Robert Carlyle) — as well as a quintet of new characters (see the full character rundown here) in the Seattle neighborhood of Hyperion Heights.

But, because they’re cursed, our trio of returning characters are very different. To understand the clip, you should know that Regina is now a denim-clad bartender named Roni, who has no idea that she has a son or was formerly the Evil Queen. Now you’ll understand why, in the exclusive video, Regina doesn’t recognize Henry when he walks into her bar, Roni’s.


I dare you to kiss me

Prompt #11 - “I dare you to kiss me”

Originally posted by pennywise-fucker

Characters - Henry x fem!reader

Warnings - Swearing and some hinted sexual situation also shitty writing so sorry about that

Word count - 767

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“It” 2017

-this film had me exhausted and pumped with adrenaline at the end. It was visceral, terrifying, sweet, and so damn satisfying

-what I also liked about it was how tender and thoughtful it was towards its child characters; it really made us care for them via patience and watched behaviors, which made their fear and tensions ours to share

-the first scene with pennywise and Georgie might be the most disturbing
+put aside the clown make up, and the dialogue (“now we know each other, and aren’t strangers, right? So we can play together”) and actions sounds like how a predator would court a child. Unnerving

-the moment where Georgie realizes his mistake and the film hangs in the air had the audience in stunned silence

-Mike Hanlon’s experience with his grandfather and how “there are two choices; the sheep in there or the decider out here” is presented “a sad but necessary” to grasp way. It is perfectly underscored by him being black in a predominately white US town
+personally, even if one has to accept it, I still find it upsetting and would do anything to change it

-I don’t think there is a single appearance of a healthy, happy parent couple. All of the adults are alone and miserable(do we ever see Georgie’s mom?), which certainly adds to the deeply buried bitterness the town
seems to exude

-the moments with the initial members of the losers club being themselves and bickering about summer time off etc is so endearing and goofy

-so if pennywise comes ever 27 years, and the film predominately takes place in 1989 U.S., does that mean when he comes back in 2016 he’s going to scare everyone -create bitterness by running for president?

-Sophia Lillis does an outstanding job as Beverley. Bev’s determination to survive and outwit rumors, bullying, and a frighteningly abusive dad makes her the most relatable and compelling character to me. Lillis nails it in every scene.

-the scene where Ben is reading about Derry and keeps flipping the pages to reveal a decapitated child’s head blown into a tree is so damn creepy

-note also how the librarian who brought the book is by herself in the background, looking intently at Ben, as if to rush him at any minute. Then we see the librarian ask Ben a question from the other side of the room…

-nice touch with the smoldering Easter eggs leading him down a path to a trap

-really effective stuff like the headless body stumbling and dropping eggs

-it’s been a really, really long time since I’ve seen a muscularity publicized horror film that is willing to cheat reality via film techniques to create truly spooky and creepy imagery (as opposed to jump scares);
+its immensely satisfying to just see a film like this go to the (fear) jugular

-among those who have read the book, one thing they mentioned was the part with the adults was cosmically weird, and the mini series couldn’t touch it, budget wise. This film is teasing and rubber banding reality, and it might well shatter it in the future

-the motormouth kid character is actually pretty funny, and the film goes to create length to craft the lines and leave space for the audience to digest them

-“if someone comes, do what you do best. Talk.
+"hey, it’s a gift!”

-all of Beverley’s dad ultra disgusting obsession with her sexuality reminds me so much of those U.S. Christian dads who ask their daughters to pledge their virginity to them until marriage (and then symbolic dancing)
+This is something so very controlling and sexist about that mentality, and it says something about it that it seems at home with an adult sexually abusing a child

-speaking of Bev, the scene with the hair dragging her face to the sink and then exploding it with blood is amazing in its willingness to go far

-this film has so many musical interludes that come like leaves in the wind; some linger, some whisp in and out

-I don’t know why it took this film for me to realize it, but the cure is one of those bands that everyone thinks of when they think the eighties (whether that is the early not quite prime eighties, or capital E Eighties)

-backing up a bit, I like the part of the young Jewish boy who is completely disinterested in the religious aspect of the culture, much to the chagrin of the rabbi father

-one of the best moments is all the boys in their underwear, scared to jump into the lake (20 feet below) but Beverley showing them up

-Henry must be one demented motherfucker if he wants to bully a kid then carve his entire name via knife on the stomach of said kid

-I get that we later see his dad as abusive monster, but people come out of those situations without turning to sadists. To a certain extent, perhaps Henry can only turn to what he knows

-I don’t think it’s a coincidence that later with blood in his face, he looks just like pennywise

-speaking of which, when that older couple drives by Henry carving Ben, they don’t even slow down, but a red balloon shows up in the back window

-how much does pennywise control? Where does the illusion for fear begin and reality end? That blurring is one of the strongest reasons this film gets under the skin

-did anyone else think that the film was going to end after they escaped the house when they said they gotta life? (The “dear god” musical segment)? I sure did

-the part where Beverly beats the shit out of her dad and kills him is so satisfying

- almost as good is when Edfie tells his mom to stop trying to control him, stop feeding him pulls he doesn’t need
+“I know these are gazebos! They’re bullshit!”

-nice touch with the cast saying loser, but trying to v it to lover

-the sight of all the children floating in air took my breath away

-I can’t think of any other word than jaw dropping to describe the scene when Bill knows that his brother Georgie is dead and summons all his courage to shoot pennywise in the head

-by the time we get to the losers club beating up pennywise, I was so emotionally exhausted from him terrorizing them, that it felt like I just finished a marathon; burning victory

-the visual pleasure of seeing the clown get beaten and speared is so beautiful;
+the representational reality like a Jackson pollack for the heart

-this film had me utterly entranced from the first scene to the last. I for once eagerly await the second installment , because it more than delivered the goods here (rather than hold back to tease us for sequels)

-this is a horror film proud to play with that world and tradition, and works great at the primal instincts that the genre taps so well into. A monumental viewing experience and film I had a blast with

How the Bowers Gang would ask you out

How the Bowers gang would ask you out on a date:

Being someone who is so used to people just doing as he says, he would almost be demanding at first. He would probably come up to you after school or when no one is around because he doesn’t want to be rejected in front of other since he can easily deny it if no ones about.
“What you doing Saturday night?” He would say, not even greeting you. He would see you jump, but convinced himself he had just startled you. Of all in the school (outside his friends) you were the only one who didn’t look at him in fear but with a degree of warmth and caring in your eyes.
“Nothing.” You would answer, ducking your head.
“We’re going to the cinema.” He’d state, meaning for it to be more of a choice but not doubling back on himself for fear of seeming weak in front of you. But when you look up at him, he would avoid your eyes. Henry would instantly scold himself, wanting nothing more than to run away from you right now but he knew he couldn’t.
“Are we?” You would ask, shyly but with a small smile on your cheek.
“Yeah, 7 oclock?” This time, he would ask. You were different than other he knew. With everyone else, he wanted to take their control of him away, but with you, he is more than willing to give it up.
“you know, if we meet at 6, we could grab a bit to eat.” You’d offer and Henrys knees would nearly give way. In truth, he never thought you would ever go for a date with him, let alone offer to spend more time than necessary with him. So all he would be able to do is nod.
“I cant wait.” You would bounce on the balls of your feet, grinning widely at him before the two of you parted ways.
Henry would quickly decide he liked seeing you happy and would pummel anyone who made you upset again.


Much like Henry, it would be more of a demand expect he would mean it.
Most probably in a public in the school at break time.
He would walk up to you when you are at your locker and lean beside you.
“Me and you, cinema, Saturday.” He’d state, as if he was stating a fact like the time. He would chuckle when you jumped at turned to look at him with wide eyes that he adored. He would give widely at you, running his tongue over his lower lip, knowing by the way your eyes darted down that you liked it when he did that.
“Its called a date.” He would push himself off the lockers he was leaning against and stand at his full height in front of you. You would have to tilt your head back to look at him, so he would duck down slightly, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. “What’d ya say.” He purr.
“What time would we meet?” You would ask, tilting your head to the side, a smile tugging at your lips. This would make him smirk, secretly over the moon you were interested.
“7.” He’d smirk.
“and… what time would I get home?” You would return his smirk and he hear the purr in your voice that sent a shiver down his spin, but he didn’t lose his cool.
“Movies about 2 hours, soooo…. 12.” He would wink at you, wanting to see how far you would go with so many people around the both of you, and their attention directly on your both.
“It’s a date.” You’d nod, pushing some books into your locker, closing it, and leaving.
Patrick would watch you go, a smirk pulling at his lips.
He knew it would be an interesting date.


Vic is probably the best with girls out of the whole group. Henry and Patrick were so intense and Belch’s name alone was enough to drive girls away. So Vic took on the role as wingman quite a lot, but never asked a girl out for himself.
Unlike Patrick, he wouldn’t do it in public, or at least not school.
Chances are it would be spontaneous. And not around the others. He would be passing you in the street, when something might happen to make him talk to you.
“Oh, Vic, do we have homework for Science?” You would call to him and turn, your eyebrows knitted together as you thought. He would turn to you, jumping at the opportunity to speak to you.
“Im not sure. Not the homework type.” He would shrug, but knew he had to say something else or you’d walk away. The lady’s man in him would kick in and he would walk up to you, stopping when he was only a foot away from you. “You look at him and think of homework?”
You would giggle, shaking your head.
“No, no, no. I saw you and Science is the only class I have with you.” You would explain, not realising that this was what Vic needed to ask you out. He just needed to see you thought of him.
“You don’t have to wait till Sciences. What about tomorrow?” He would purr, taking a note from Patrick.
“As long as its not to do homework.” You’d giggle, making Vic laugh.
“How about the cinema. I think theres a showing at 7.” Vic hoped his memory was correct. Especially when you smiled and he saw the hope and excitement in your eyes.
“Sounds like a plan.” You nod, confirming the plans before turning and walking away. Vic would be proud of himself, not only did he ask out a girl he liked, but you had said yes. Safe to say, he would be bragging.


Much like Vic, it would be spontaneous. But unlike Vic, would wouldn’t really have much experience with girls.
It would probably be last minute because it was spontaneous.
He would just happen to glance in the window of the little shop and see you at 4.30pm on a Saturday. Panic would set in but he would see the cinema time displayed on the board. He wouldn’t actually see what the films were. He would just see a showing at 7 that night.
So he would dart inside.
“[y/n]?” He would call on you as you browsed the magazines. He would try to be cool, thinking of the way Patrick would lean on lockers but would probably slip and stumble a bit. He would hear a giggle and look at you, seeing you holding the magazine you had been reading over your lips to hid your smile. But then he would see your eyes. They weren’t unkind, like Henry or Patricks would be if he tripped, it was more amused and curious. And above all else, kind. In fact, it was the only thing keeping him from running away from you right now. But it didn’t completely clear his head enough to make a coherent sentence.
“7!” He’d suddenly blurt out, causing you to lower the magazine but your smile never left your lips.
“Im sorry?” Youd ask, completely confused but you would move towards him.
“Uh, movies…” He’d stumble, but then the dread would set in and he’d realize how he was acting. It would calm him down but not in a good way as he gave up. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to go to the movies tonight at 7. Never mind.”
He would totally avoid your eyes as he turned and walked quickly out of the store.
He would be half way down the street, dreading what the guys were going to say when they found out about this when he felt a small arm link around his right one.
“Its almost 5. Theres no point parting ways if we’re going to the cinema at 7.” You would giggle, looking straight ahead as you spoke before looking at up him.
Belch would feel like he was walking on air as the two of you walked down the street.
“We could go for a ride.” He’d nod to his car which was parked just up the road.
You would grin and nod before he’d guide you to the car, even opening the door to allow you to get in.
Of course, he would leave out the middle part as to how he asked you out when he told the gang, but for now, he was too happy to even care.


Okay, this came to my head late at night while I was working, so I may as well write it now before it disappears on me. Like all, this is based on @shinyzango 2D Bendy AU. 

Prepare for hearts to be shattered. 

Henry was gasping as he ran around a corner. He was holding onto the paper that had the toon on it, who was clinging onto one of his fingers. As Bendy looks behind him, he could see a bulk searcher chasing them from behind in the hallway, roaring loudly. 

“We gotta lose it somehow!” Henry gasped, trying to keep a good distance from the searcher. It roars loudly, the red eye glaring at the prey. It threw the obstacles that was in it’s paths out of the way, the chairs and old desks getting destroyed when being chunked against the walls. 

Henry, take a sharp turn here! I know this hallway!” Bendy suddenly gasped, seeing the hall being familiar to him. Henry was unsure of it, but obliged and took a sharp turn. 

Henry could see an open door to a room and ran inside, closing the door behind him. He blocked the doorway , making sure that the door was locked as the searcher ran past the room they were in. 

Henry sighs with relief, sliding down as he tries to catch his breath. “…god I’m too old for this shit….” He gasped, closing his eyes and leaned his head back. Bendy looks up at Henry, a concerned frown on his face. 

…you okay, Henry?” 

Henry opened one eye to glanced down at him, then smiled softly and yet sadly at the toon, touched with his concerns. “I’m fine, bud…” He said, slowly petting the top of Bendy’s head with one finger. 

Bendy closed his eyes and leaned into Henry’s petting. This made Henry smile a little. As he looks up, he could see that the door they went through leads to another long hallway. 

Where does this hallway lead to? 

Henry slowly stood up, eyeing the long hallway before walking down the hallway, ax in one hand while holding the piece of paper that held the toon. Bendy looks at the hallway, then stilled when he saw the site. 

The large room was covered with ink, that was nearly a feet deep. It was silent, beside the ink splashing against the wall. 


“…I know, bud…” 

Henry silently stepped inside of the large ink pool, looking around for an exit. Bendy just kept eyeing on the large ink pool, looking out for any searchers that may pop out. 

Henry was near the exit–

Something in the ink pool bubbles, making both the toon and old animator froze on the spot. Henry turned around, seeing the ink bubbling in the middle of the room. Bendy froze and managed to get Henry to drop the page, making his paper emerge with ink. 

Bendy emerged in his monster for, his eye narrowed at the source–

The ink flew from the middle, revealing the impostor Bendy. It hissed loudly at them, making Bendy arched his back in defense, growling lowly while keeping Henry underneath him. 

Lanky bendy growled lowly, smirking evilly as it revealed something on the back of it’s hand. A marking slowly starts to form slowly until it revealed itself a ritual circle, glowing a dark blood red. 

That’s when it suddenly lets out a loud, ear piercing roar, echoing the room. Bendy winced and lowered his head, his eye clenched shut to mute out the roar, Henry covering his ears to mute it out as well. 

The ink around them starts to bubble up, making Bendy stilled and picked Henry up with one arm, holding him protectively. Henry tensed when he saw the ink around them slowly going towards Lanky. 

What was it up to?

When Henry and Bendy looked over at the impostor, they both stilled. 

Lanky’s form was changing, hunched over as three large ink spikes formed on it’s back, the gloved hands now bigger, the gloves ripping apart until there was barely left on the sharped claws. A tail formed, spikes forming at the end of it, feet turning larger. His form starts to turn bigger and bigger, the once high pitch hissing turned lower and lower voice, replacing with a deep growl. 

The ink kept draining until there was barely none left. The impostor stood up, now bigger than Bendy in his monster form. His teeth were much sharper, letting out a deep growl before letting out a roar, the claws extended out. 

They were in trouble. 

“…oh god….” Henry whispered, staring at the impostor in horror, Bendy unconsciously pulling Henry closer to shield him. 

Lanky roared loudly at him, the tail swinging intimidatingly at Bendy, who growled loudly at Lanky. Henry had a hold of his ax, but he was nearly shaking at the monstrosity in front of them. Just when can this thing can suddenly changed it’s forms?

Lanky roared loudly before trying to take a swipe at the two, Bendy jumping out of the way. Bendy then placed Henry in the entrance of the area, out of the ink pool and whined at him, telling him to wait here. 

“Bendy, you’re not facing that thing alone!” Henry said, stilling at what Bendy was suggesting. “I’m not losing you again this time–” Henry was cut off when Bendy pressed his forehead against Henry’s. He whined softly, looking at him,  

He wanted him to be safe. 

Henry looks up at him before sighing, pressing his forehead firmer against Bendy’s. “…be careful, bud…” 

Bendy smiled sadly before pulling away, growling loudly at the impostor Bendy, who roared loudly at him. 

Bendy lets out a roar as well, challenging the impostor. It hunched over more, growling before the two charged at each other. Bendy was the first to lay a punch against the impostor, sending ink flying everywhere. 

Lanky Bendy roared out and clawed at him, managing to push him a few feet away from him, nearly getting rammed into the wall. Bendy grunts, standing back up, Lanky pushing him back down against the ground. 

Bendy growled loudly and kept trying to claw at the arm that Lanky kept him in place. Lanky growled louder, pushing him more down to the ground. Bendy roars out and kept delivering punches to his arm until the impostor finally lets go. 

Bendy stood and roared, ramming him with his full strength to push Lanky down to the ground. Bendy kept landing punches to Lanky’s head and chest, thinking that it might daze it a bit, but was proven wrong when the tail wrapped around his chest, sending him flying against the wall. 

Lanky slowly stood up and roared, Bendy slowly standing up and growled loudly. 

Henry could only watch in horror as he saw the two giant ink monsters clash at each other. He could feel the emotion fear in the back of his head through their mental bond. It was Bendy’s emotion. 

The fight was not going well for him. 

What can I do?’ Henry thought. He wanted to help Bendy, but he was unsure of what to do. Henry growled a bit before he grabbed his ax. He had to help him. 

Bendy grunts as he was pinned to the wall, Lanky’s face close to Bendy’s as he lets out a deep growl, ink drooling from it’s lips and teeth. Bendy growls loudly, glaring at Lanky–

Lanky suddenly let out a roar in pain when it felt a sudden pain on it’s lower leg. It looks down to see an ax impaled in it’s lower leg, Henry backing away from it. It growled loudly before dropping Bendy and went after Henry. Bendy grunts, slowly standing up, being so weak after using so much of his energy. 

He could see Lanky Bendy going after Henry. The situation was getting out of hand. He had one last shot…

Henry was cornered by Lanky, who slowly stalked towards him, the claws extended out. It had a sickening grin on it’s face, looking down at Henry. It had Henry right were it wants him. 

Everything went in slow motion. Lanky threw it’s arm back, attempting to kill the human on the spot. Henry held both of his arms over his head in defense, trying to shield himself from the attack….

….but it never came. 


Henry didn’t feel pain. He didn’t feel anything. 

Henry peeked one eye open to see what happened and shocked at the sight. 

Bendy jumped in the way, taking the hit for Henry before he collapsed on the ground, no longer moving. 

“BENDY!!” Henry got on his knees, being near Bendy’s head. His eye was closed, his body not moving. 

“Bendy!? BENDY!” Henry tried to shake him awake. 

He was not moving still. 

The impostor chortled in laughter before looking at Henry, the claws extended more. But Henry could not focus on him, only on Bendy. His form dissolves into a puddle of ink and when he saw the paper…

….it was torn to pieces….

“Bendy….” Henry looks up, seeing Lanky pulling his arm back before delivering the final blow towards the human. 


“Bendy NO!!!”

Henry jolts out of his sleep, gasping and sweating. He looks around, seeing himself back in his room, late in the night. He couldn’t keep calm, clenching to his head before his stomach starts to turn a bit. 

He managed to get into the bathroom on time and empty the contents from his stomach in the toilet. He heaved a bit, coughing as he collapsed a bit, gasping. He leaned against the toilet and bathtub, taking deep breaths to calm down. 

It was a dream. 

It was all a dream–

“Bendy…” He had to check to see that he is okay. 

Henry shakily stands up and managed to walk to Bendy’s room, checking on him. When he opened the door, he was relieved at the sight. 

Bendy was asleep, clenching to his plushie. He was breathing softly in his sleep, the blanket fallen on the floor some time ago. Henry smiled sadly before he walked over, gently grabbing the blanket and placed it over Bendy. Once he did, he slowly stroked the top of his head. 

Bendy hummed in his sleep before snuggling more into his pillow, a faint smile on his face. “….sweet dreams, bud…” He whispered. Henry slowly walked out the room, closing his door quietly. 

Henry sighs deeply, running a hand tiredly through his hair before he descends back to his room. There was no way he was going back to sleep now. 



The same nightmare continued for nearly a week, physically and mentally exhausting Henry to no end. He could not get that image out of his head. 

Lanky Bendy transforming into that beast

Bendy taking the hit for him, costing his life. 

He was up to the point where he could not take it no more, wanting a peaceful sleep for once in his life. And what’s worse is that he had to hide that emotion from Bendy. The little toon worries about him enough as it is, he does not to add more onto him. 

As the next evening came, Henry was exhausted. 

He had bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep from the other night. He had a cup of coffee in his hand as he was in the living room, sitting in the recliner as he watched a tv show with Bendy. 

Henry smiled a bit at Bendy’s giggles, seeing the toon happy. Henry’s eyes starts to droop a bit, but jolts a bit, shaking his head to get rid of the sleep. He just couldn’t get that image out of his head from the nightmare. 

…ry…..enry…..” Henry could not hear the voice calling out to him. 


Henry jolts a bit to see Bendy suddenly in his lap, looking up at him. “I asked if you were okay? You were zoning out for nearly ten minutes!” Bendy said. Henry winced and stretched a bit. “Sorry bud…just tired is all….” 

…Henry, you look like you haven’t sleep in days….are you okay?” Bendy asked, placing a hand on Henry’s arm. Henry could only smile sadly, slowly rubbing the top of his head. 

“I’m okay, bud…really….” 

Bendy didn’t look amused, a flat look on his face before he grabbed two pillows. At first, Henry was confused on what Bendy’s plan is, but it was soon answered when the toon pressed the pillows on the side of his face. 

Henry, what are you right now?”  The toon asked. 

“Bendy, I’m–” 


Henry could only sigh deeply, closing his eyes. “….a sleep deprived sandwich–” 

A sleep deprived sandwich. I can tell that you haven’t slept in days.” Bendy said, then pulling the pillows away from Henry, then had his hands on his hips, giving him a scolding look. 

Henry sighs deeply, looking at the toon with tired eyes. “…bud, I’m sorry….” He said, then was shocked when he heard a sniff. He looks down to see Bendy having his head lowered, his shoulders visibly shaking. He could see inky tears dropping down onto his lap. 

“…Bendy? Bud why are you crying?” Henry asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

…I know you’ve been having bad dreams, Henry…I know those signs…I use to do them all the time.” Bendy sniffed. Henry looks down at him. Bendy looks up at him, inky tears shone in the corner of his eyes, a frown on his face. “You helped me and talked to me about my bad dreams…why won’t you let me help you, Henry?”  

Henry sighs deeply before pulling Bendy into a hug when he leaned forward. Bendy just sobs silently into his chest, clinging to the front of his shirt. “…I’m sorry bud…” Henry whispered. 

…I just want to help, Henry…why won’t you let me help you?” Bendy said, sniffing as he buried his face into his chest, tightening his grip on him. Henry sighs deeply, rubbing the back of his head gently. 

…I’m sorry, bud…’ Henry thought. 

Just when Henry fell into a deep sleep as night came, Bendy sneaked into Henry’s room, determined to help him. “…you can do this…for Henry…” Bendy said softly. 

He could see Henry clenching his eyes shut in his sleep, showing signs that he was having a nightmare. Bendy took a deep breath before climbing up to Henry’s bed, looking at him.

He took a deep breath and pressed his forehead against Henry’s. 

The images flashed in front of Bendy’s eyes and in his mind, making him gasp and fell backwards, gasping and shaking in fear. 

That was Henry’s nightmare?

The impostor in a monstrosity form and Bendy sacrificing himself to let Henry live? 

Bendy was at lost for words, looking at Henry as he starts to toss and turn his head around in his sleep, clenching his eyes tightly shut in his sleep. “…I’m gonna help you….I’m gonna help you, Henry….” 

Bendy took a deep breath and pressed his forehead against Henry’s. 



Henry was gasping as he was trapped in a corner, Bendy’s form dissolving once more and only having a torn piece of paper on the ground. 

The impostor growled loudly, about to strike down at the human. Henry clenched his eyes shut and shielding himself. 

There was a grunting sound. 

Henry didn’t do anything, but then cracked one eye open to look at what was happening and he gasped slightly. 

A large clawed hand stops the impostor’s claws from striking him down. Henry looks over and his eyes widen when he saw Bendy in his Nightmare form, stopping Lanky’s attack. His growls were more threatening and louder than Lanky’s, freezing it in place. 

The fangs got close to it’s face, Bendy’s eye narrowed.

…you’ve haunted your last dream, impostor….stay the hell away from my friend…now BEGONE!” Bendy roared out, using his other clawed hand to strike Lanky, which it roared out as it suddenly vanished when Bendy strikes him. 

It was silent. 

Henry was gasping, slowly looking up at Bendy, who was growling deeply at the large puddle of ink before it slowly vanished. That’s when he looks down at Henry and smiled sadly. The toon lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against Henry’s. 

….you okay, Henry?” Bendy asked, looking at him. 

Henry didn’t say anything, but then smiled and hugged him. “….thanks, bud….” Henry smiled a bit. Bendy smiled and nuzzled him more enthusiastically. 

…see ya when you wake up….” 



Henry slowly starts to wake up, seeing Bendy smiling at him, but he was exhausted and smiling. “….you okay, Henry?” Bendy asked, breathing raspy breaths from his energy being used. 

Henry smiled sadly and managed to pull him into a tight hug, which Bendy hugged him tightly in return. 

“….you truly are amazing, bud…” 

Bendy smiled more at that, pulling away a bit to press his forehead against Henry’s. “…love you, Henry.” 

“Love you too, Bendy.” 

They stayed like that for a moment before Bendy nearly collapsed. “You tired, bud?” Henry asked, looking down at the small toon. He could only nod in response, snuggling up to his human friend. Henry smiled more, tucking the blanket more around them both. 

“…I think a few more hours of sleep won’t hurt us, huh?” 

Bendy could only nod in response, slowly starting to fall asleep. Henry smiled a bit more before he suddenly fell asleep, exhaustion getting to them both. They both didn’t have nightmares this time. 

Henry slept peacefully for the first time in weeks. And it was all thanks to his friend, Bendy. 

And he was grateful. 

Welp, there ya go. 

I was on a writer’s block for quite some time, but I was able to finally get something in for the first time. I’ll try to see and think of more when I get the chance. I don’t want to ruin my brain and creativity. 

Until then, 


A Good Catch

Henry Turner

Mild shock, fluff

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Request: “Could you write a Henry fic where the reader is floating on a piece of driftwood and they pick her up but when she wakes up she’s a real badass and like accidently hits Henry and cute anf full of fluff and stuff”

Word count: 746

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The Losers Club™

Pairing: Platonic!Reader x The Holy Trinity + Tony, Sam and Harry!

Summary: this is an IT AU based on the Losers Club (Bill, Richie, Eddie, Ben, Mike, Stan and Bev). about how the club is formed, basically. just a lil small thing because i love the Losers Club and i love IT. :-)

*Notes: this was fun to write and inspired by @imaginesofeverykind and if anything this is just for me fhgjfdhjke see if you can guess who’s who though? ;) also this is unedited jsbdjf GO WATCH “IT”!

Tom sighed, picking up his bike from the ground and dusting off his light-washed jeans. He walked the rest of the way to school, his knee hurting too much to get back on the bike and pedal the rest of the half-mile. Fucking Henry Byers, he should really pick on someone his own size – or of the same IQ, at least. Tom slowed down, hearing Harrison and Sam’s voice calling to him at a distance. He turned around, greeting his friends with a fake smile.

“What the fuck happened to your leg?” Tom’s eyebrows furrowed, looking down and seeing the dirt on his pants. He groaned, letting his bike fall again before leaning down and trying his best to rub the dirt away. “Yeah, that’s gonna help.”

“P-piss off, Haz.” Tom muttered, pursing his lips slightly as he realized he stuttered again. “Did y-you guys s-see Byers? Fucking s-shoved me on the ground.” He stood back up, pulling his bike along with him as he walked along the sidewalk. Sam’s watch beeped, signaling it was time for his anti-anxiety medication.

“You still take those?” Sm ignored Harrison, knowing everything that came out of his mouth was an insult, or an insult disguised as a joke. “I didn’t see Byers.”

“Me either; must’ve just missed him.” Sam shrugged, putting his pills back into the fanny pack wrapped securely around his waist. “You guys ready for summer?” Tom and Harrison both smiled widely, launching them into the discussion of what their next few months held.

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Once Upon a Time Season 7: Everything We Know So Far
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By Matt Webb Mitovich
    • Once Upon a Time Season 7 will air in a new time slot — Fridays at 8/7c, where for eight weeks it will lead into Marvel’s Inhumans (and after that stretch, Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.). A premiere date has not yet been announced.
    • Original cast members Lana Parrilla and Robert Carlyle, as well as series vet Colin O’Donoghue, are set to return as series regulars.
    • Jennifer Morrison is not returning for Season 7, though she is contracted to appear in one episode (likely the season premiere).
    • Josh Dallas and Ginnifer Goodwin (who played Prince Charming and Snow White) will not be back…
  • WHO ELSE IS GONE? (cont’d)
    • …nor will Emilie de Ravin and Rebecca Mader return, as Belle and Zelena. And as for the kid who played Henry….
  • SON, SET
    • Since Season 6 ended with a “Years Later” time jump, Jared Gilmore will no longer be playing Henry Mills aka the Truest Believer.
    • With Henry now grown up (and the dad to a 10-year old daughter named Lucy!), Andrew J. West (The Walking Dead) is playing the role in Season 7.
    • As suggested by the Season 6 finale’s flash-forward to “a time of great upheaval” in the Enchanted Forest, Henry and Lucy will be safeguarding the storybook while trying to vanquish a great Darkness.
    • ABC’s initial synopsis for Season 7 said, “The residents of the Enchanted Forest face their greatest challenge yet as the Evil Queen, Captain Hook and Rumplestiltskin join forces with a grown up Henry Mills and his daughter Lucy on an epic quest to once again bring hope to their world and ours.”
    • Later during ABC’s Upfronts (pictured), entertainment chief Channing Dungey added that “Hook, the Evil Queen and Rumplestiltskin” will “return but with new identities in a new city, facing a new curse.” Raising new questions for fans!
    • “‘Who is Henry’s wife?’ and that love story is going to be a big part of next season,” series co-creator Eddy Kitsis told TVLine. The producers have, however, ruled out Violet (Henry’s teen crush) and pretty much nixed Disney heroine Moana.
    • With adult Henry now living in Seattle, the creators told TVLine that Storybrooke will no longer be the show’s “home base,” but may be glimpsed again at some point. “We won’t see the end of Storybrooke,” Kitsis said. “It just won’t be the focal point of the show.”
    • In addition to Parrilla, Carlyle, O’Donoghue, West and Fernandez, “more series regulars” — as well as some recurring characters — will be cast during the summer.
    • One thing that remains the same is the series’ primary thematic underpinning. “The idea of fairy tales in the real world, and the real world needing to have hope, is still very relevant and personal to us,” Kitsis told TVLine.
    • In addition to revisiting familiar denizens of the Enchanted Forest, “There are definitely some new fairy tale characters we’ve never done before,” Kitsis told TVLine. So when weaving fairy tale characters into upcoming stories, “It will be a hybrid.”
    • Akin to how the Season 6 finale both showed Henry/Lucy in the Enchanted Forest and then first meeting in Seattle, Once‘s dual narrative structure remains intact. “As has been the show’s modus operandi all along, there are different things going on all at once, all the time,” Horowitz told TVLine.
    • Though Season 7 — due to the aforementioned cast changes as well as its new narrative — won’t have the opportunity to chronicle Emma and Hook’s early days as newlyweds, the two “ended the season in love and in a beautiful place,” co-creator Adam Horowitz reminds viewers. “We really wanted to have that feeling that they had found each other and were going to go on together.”
Mini-Rant-- Because I Need To

Do you have any idea how things would be if Emma had DARED to see a version of Killian in WishRealm and hesitated to go back to Storybrooke? Let alone let a portal close to stay there? 

“Fans” would be foaming at the mouth saying that she was weak, a bad mother, that she was sacrificing her real son for a fake man. That girl was raked over the coals for taking her son to help her find her lost love, even though we learned through deleted scenes that he would have gone alone if she wouldn’t take him. Because she couldn’t just “get over” losing Hook her son wasn’t enough and that somehow indicated that as a mother and a woman that she was weak and less than. 

Yet we’ve known for three months that Regina saw a WishRealm Robin and never thought of Henry. She stayed and she closed the portal, and Emma didn’t jump through and just leave her (which is what I would have done). So if they were unable to get back to Storybrooke she would have cost Henry both of his mothers in one realm and because now “Princess Emma” is aiding and abetting the Wicked Queen who killed his grandparents she would have cost him his mother and grandparents in the WishRealm. I’m’ not saying that she’s bad or wrong. I get it. He’s gone and now she can see him again and it throws her for a moment. But if her focus is on Robin, and not getting home (with or without him) I hope there’s at least a portion of the vitriol that was poured on Emma for Regina. Yet, somehow, knowing this fandom I doubt it. I think that with the exception of a few that are not taken in by her the above mentioned “It was emotional and she has just lost him. To have the chance to have him back again is overwhelming” explanation is going to run rampant. The thing that will make me mad is that Emma wasn’t allowed that. When you said, “Emma was emotional and she had just lost Killian. To have the chance to save him and bring him back again was overwhelming” was tossed aside as “She’s a mother. She doesn’t get to x, y, and z. She dared to love a man and let that love take some kind of priority in her life so she was a bad mom. I just don’t think that Regina will see the same kind of hatred from the fandom for once again jeopardizing everyone and everything to get what she wants. 

Once Upon a Time: Watch as Henry meets Roni in this exclusive first look

First, here’s what you need to know about the new season: OUAT has jumped ahead in time to follow an adult Henry Mills (Andrew J. West), who meets and falls in love with a different iteration of Cinderella (Dania Ramirez), with whom he has a precocious daughter, Lucy (Alison Fernandez). But the family is torn apart when a new, yet familiar, curse traps them and a trio of returning characters — former Evil Queen Regina (Lana Parrilla), one-handed pirate Hook (Colin O’Donoghue), and the Dark One Rumplestiltskin (Robert Carlyle) — as well as a quintet of new characters (see the full character rundown here) in the Seattle neighborhood of Hyperion Heights.

But, because they’re cursed, our trio of returning characters are very different. To understand the clip, you should know that Regina is now a denim-clad bartender named Roni, who has no idea that she has a son or was formerly the Evil Queen. Now you’ll understand why, in the exclusive video, Regina doesn’t recognize Henry when he walks into her bar, Roni’s.