“You’d better take her back to headquarters, Namjoon will want to know why she’s still alive."
"You can stop pretending to be asleep now.” Jungkook whispered as he started the car engine, “Taehyung can’t see us through the blackout windows.” His comment was everything but comforting, you were awkwardly sprawled across the back seat of a car without blacked out windows, about to be taken to some kind of headquarters where you would no doubt be killed.
“Who are you? What do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?” Your voice wobbled as you sat up in the car so you could watch the city lights zoom past you, the memory of Jungkook killing a man still playing in your mind,
“If I wanted you dead I would have killed you by now.” His voice was stern and flat, emotionless.
"I’ll explain everything in time. Which way is your apartment?"
"I’m not telling you where I live! Are you crazy?! You just shot a guy in the face! I- I thought we were going to-"
"Don’t underestimate me and just tell me what I want to know. How do I get to your apartment?"
"I could always pull the car over and break your fingers until one of them points me in the right direction."
I wasn’t 16 or 18 when I started to use
I was 22
Everyone else had already been through
What I was going through
Looking at my reflection in a silver spoon
The smell of vinegar and smoke haunt the room
Try to cover it up with cheap perfume
And you probably assume
I ain’t got much to lose
But, you’re wrong, I do
And between me and you
I got no excuse
I could of chose booze
But what’d I choose?
Heroin and oxys blue
Killing myself over that sticky black goo
“Again Y/N? But you were only here the other day!” Fionn
exclaimed down the line. I nibbled the skin at the corner of my lip and fiddled
with a loose thread on the hem of my t-shirt.
“I know Fionn but I really enjoyed it, I’d love to come
while you are actually filming, so I can really see what it’s like” I tried. Fionn
had been suspicious for a couple of weeks now, he was too smart to know that my
pathetic excuses for returning to the set were for more than just ‘spending
time with my best friend who has been away from me for so long’. That’s the
excuse I used last time, he stared at me blankly for a solid minute before
“Y/N, what’s going on?” he asked. But he wasn’t yet smart
enough to realise my true reasons for wanting to keep going back. Harry had got
my name somehow, off Fionn’s phone most likely, and after adding me on Twitter,
we had been messaging back and forth all day, every day since he appeared
besides Fionn on my first visit. My newspaper knowledge and pre-judgement of
him was completely wrong, I was unable to stop myself from being drawn towards his
“Nothing Fionn” I said unconvincingly. There was silence at
the end of the line.
“It’s Harry isn’t it…” he said eventually and I hesitated before
offering him a quiet ‘yes’.
“I knew it! The damn boy hasn’t shut up about you!” I giggled.
“He’s a good guy Y/N” he said and I hummed. “Ok, come down again tomorrow, I’ll
meet you at the gates like normal” he added and I thanked him.
“See you tomorrow” he finished and we said out goodbyes. I bit
firmly into my bottom lip to conceal the smile that was about to erupt on to my
face. This is ridiculous, I was getting giddy about seeing a guy I’d had met in
person for 10 minutes and had a 2 week virtual conversation with. But still my
heart leapt as his name flashed up on my screen, notifying me that I had received
a Twitter message.
Pull yourself together,
From Harry: So, Fionn tells me that you’re coming to set
tomorrow and that I’m to keep you company while he’s filming x
I bit my lip and let out a contented sigh as I rushed to
send my reply.
To Harry: Did he
now? And what if I don’t want you to keep me company? I hear Tom’s a good laugh
From Harry: You wound me, you know my jokes are way
better than his. And we both know that you want me to keep you company ;) x
To Harry: cocky x
From Harry: me? Cocky? Never! See you tomorrow beautiful :) x
I didn’t attempt to mute my squeal as I collapsed back on
“Morning Miss” one of the security guards called as I approached
the gate the next morning.
“Morning Lewis” I said as I approached. I had become on a
first name basis with several of the of the security members on my now twice
weekly visits. There was Lewis, the tall bald man who had denied me access on
my first visit, John, who was now only working 3 days a week so he could spend
time with his sick mother, and Matt, who’s sister has just had twins.
“Y/N!” a voice called as I slipped past the gates. There was
no crowd today, the sky was overcast and in the distance rain clouds littered
the horizon. Harry appeared from between two trailers and offered me a lopsided
grin on his approach. My stomach knotted with each step he took towards me and I
had to fight to keep the blush from my cheeks and maintain as much dignity as I
“Hi Harry” I grinned as we met, “I thought Fionn was coming
to meet me?” I said.
“He was but he got called to set early, we’re running ahead
of schedule, so I came instead. It that ok?” he asked with a tilt of the head. His
eyebrows were pulled down and his lips fell into a small frown as he looked at
me, almost as if he was worried that I didn’t want to see him. I resisted the
urge to reach forward and push his lips back up into their perfect smile.
“Of course it’s ok!” I rushed quickly to ease his worry, to
which he erupted into a dimple popping grin.
“Good!” he beamed, “come on, I’ll show you where they are filming”
he said turning slightly and waiting for me to fall in to stride beside him
before we began to make our way across the set. His arm brushed lightly with
mine as we walked, the back of his hand dusting the skin of my own with each
step he took. Both of us were acutely aware of the contact but neither sad
anything about it, instead choosing to continue walking unnecessarily close to
one another with as much feigned indifference as we could manage.
“Are you not filming today?” I asked as we squeezed past two
“No, I’m not in any of the scenes for a couple of days. They
are filming some of the opening shots on the beaches and I don’t come into the
film until later on” he explained. I opened my mouth to question him further
but he glanced at me with a raised brow and shook his head.
“Don’t bother, Fionn already told me not to tell you
anything” he smirked.
“Damn it!” I cried.
“But when we met you said you wouldn’t be able to resist if I
started asking you questions?” I said, reminding him of our first meeting to
which he chuckled and nodded his head.
“I did, so please don’t try cause Fionn will kill me if I say
anything” he laughed. I seized my opportunity.
“Does Fionn die in the movie? Does he get rescued? Do you
die? Who dies? Will I cry? What were you filming the other day and why were you
all covered in some black sticky stuff?” I rushed. In seconds Harry had me
pinned against the side of a white trailer, his hand pressed lightly over my
mouth. My stomach erupted in a swarm of butterflies and my blood sizzled in my
veins. Harry hesitated for a couple of seconds when he realised the position we
had found ourselves in but relaxed when he realised I wasn’t going to push him
away in disgust. He removed his hand from my lips but didn’t pull away. His breathing
was shallow and a slight blush tinted his cheeks.
“Don’t push it Y/N, cause I will tell you everything and
Fionn will never speak to me again” he said lightly and I giggled.
“Sorry, it was worth a shot” I beamed. He gazed at me with
bright, thoughtful eyes but said nothing.
“Come on” he said softly, pulling away from me and leading
Harry and I watched filming for several hours. Fionn caught
sight of us not long after we arrived and sent me a small wave which I returned
and made a mental note to hug and kiss him later. Harry explained all that he
could without giving too much away, describing the process and equipment as
best he could while repeatedly adding ‘I don’t know much about making movies’.
“So this bit is going to be for the start of the movie?” I asked
as Fionn once again ran along the sand carrying a stretcher.
“Yeah this is one of the first scenes” he said.
“And why aren’t you in this bit?” I asked.
“Cause I’m meant to be on that boat over there” he said,
pointing to a large, white boat in the distance. ‘Oh’ I said with a small nod. There
was a moment of silence as someone called ‘cut’ and ran over to Fionn and the
other boy carrying the stretcher and spoke quickly to them.
“So did you really come today just to watch some of the
filming?” Harry asked after a while. I kept my eyes on the beach full of people
before me and shrugged slightly.
“I’d be lying if I said it was my only reason” I said,
glancing quickly at Harry who already had his gaze firmly fixed on me. His cheeks
flushed and he bowed his head to hide the smile pulling at the corner of his
“I’ve really liked talking to you over these past couple of
weeks” he said quietly and I looked at him once more.
“Really?” I asked, the end of my sentence rising in hope and
my eyebrows raising.
“Really” he said genuinely with a small nod. I offered him a
beaming smile and felt the heat rising in my cheeks.
“Maybe we could hang out, away from set, I mean. We could go
for dinner or something?” he rambled nervously. I giggled and he blushed.
“Sure, I think Fionn is getting sick of seeing me anyway” I laughed
to which Harry grinned.
“No, I think he’s just getting sick of the hugs and kisses”
he joked and I erupted into a fit of laughter. Harry watched with glittering
eyes and a small smile on his lips.
“Yeah he doesn’t like that” I chuckled finally, wiping away a
small tear which had leaked from the corner of my eye.
“No he doesn’t,” he said, “I wouldn’t mind it though” he grinned
cheekily and I giggled, reaching up on my tip toes to plant a gently kiss on
his cheek, much more delicate than the ones I give Fionn. Harry’s face blushed
scarlet and I smiled.
“Hey, Y/N!” someone called from the beach. Fionn was making
his way towards us and gestured for me to come over to a small set of steps
down to the beach.
“I better go see him” I said gently to Harry. He nodded and
offered me a small smile.
“So, I’ll message you later about dinner, yeah?” he asked
and I smiled.
“Yeah, I’ll send you my number” I said lightly to which he
grinned. I took a couple of steps around him and headed towards the steps where
Fionn was not waiting patiently at the bottom. I turned back as I reached the
“Oi, Harry!” I called to grab his attention, his head
snapped towards me and he raised his eyebrows, “see you around” I grinned. His smile
beamed so bright beneath the sun I forgot how to breathe for several seconds.
Note: This is part 2 to my fanfic Pennywise & Child reader imagine (sorry im just learning how to use tumbler so I don’t know how to link yet 😅) Anyways this takes place about 10 years after my first fanfic so the reader is around 16 and the reader should relationship with Stan is love but the relationship with Pennywise is like a platonic buddy relationship. And thank you Alejandra1358 for the plot suggestions. Enjoy!
It had been so long since you’ve last gone to Derry, Maine about 8 or so years ago. Your Aunt decided to bring you back up for a family reunion. It had been a long 3 hour ride but now you were back in good ol’ Maine. You were listening to your “emo” music in the passengers seat watching the trees past and letting the feeling of nostalgia wash over you.
You leaned back into your seat kicking your combat boots up onto the dashboard nodding along to the music.
“Sweetie?” Your Aunt Sam said.
You pulled your sunglasses down and pulled out an earbud, “What’s wrong?”
The woman pursed her lips but replied, “Nothing is wrong. Just…please remember to stick to the curfew of not going out of the house past 7 and especially be cautious of any suspicious activity.”
“Suspicious? Your talking like we’re in a 007 movie.” You joked only to realize your aunt was serious for once.
“We’re only going to be here for a week so…don’t do anything stupid, but make new friends. Just—don’t go too far with those friends. Understood?”
You lifted your glasses back up and replied, “Crystal.”
You continued to listen to your music until you noticed something strange. A single red ballon just floating there on the side of the road. Why did that ballon seem so familiar?
“Did you see that ballon?”
“Yeah it was just floating there on the side of the road.”
Your aunt gave you a strange look as if she was asking if you were “smoking the devils lettuce” before turning back to the road.
You decided not to push it and continued to listen to your music but couldn’t stop feeling like you knew that from somewhere. Like a memory buried deep, deep, down inside your brain being dusted off and brought to the light. Only the light was dim and you could just faintly remember blue eyes and a big clown like grin. And a name…what was it?