summary: henry had another argument with his father, now he seeks comfort in his girlfriends arms
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as you stepped out of the bathroom, clothed into your pyjamas which was only pink panties and henry's t-shirt he once gave you, ready to lay down to your bed and get some rest; as soon as you opened the door to your dark room, you felt light breeze of a fresh air hit your bare legs.
that was unexpected. you thought you had your windows closed, so you hit the light and saw henry, your boyfriend, sitting on your bed while looking down on his lap. he had few cuts on his face and ugly bruise under his right eye.
his father. you thought. it was obvious, he had another fight with his father and by that bruise you assumed it was bad.
"hold on." you said as you turned on your heel and went back to the bathroom for first aid kid.
henry didn't say anything. he wasn't a big talker so he didn't tell you much about fights with his father, but he's always safe with you and he knows it. that's why he's here so late at night.
you were back in a minute, but you locked the door this time. it was unnecessary? maybe. but it made henry feel more comfortable.
you squated in front of him with a with a piece of cotton wool and disinfectant. "it will sting a little." you warned calmy with a slight frown on your face.
but henry didn't moved a muscled, his gaze just moved from his lap to your eyes. after few seconds of staring into each others eyes, you slightly tapped on his cuts with that cotton wool.
his eyebrows twitched two times but then he got used to it. "can i stay the night?" he asked.
you slightly smiled at him as you were done with cleaning his wounds. you stood up, cupped his face into your palms and kissed his lips. he didn't waist a second and kissed you back with passion. few more seconds and you broke the kiss to answer him. "of course."
henry's hands then snaked around your waist while he slowly leaned down on the bed, taking you with him. as you two made yourself comfortable in bed, his grip around your waist got tighter. so you can breath but cannot escape or be taken away. he protects you from others just like you protected him from his father.
after extra few seconds, you broke the silence "you wanna talk about it?"
"not really" he answered almost immediately.
you expected this answer but it was fine. at least he was safe now and you were willing to give him all the time he needed before he confide to you.
"but i don't wanna think about it when i'm with you. when i'm with you i think only about you." he continued.
that caught you off guard. don't get me wrong, henry was a loving boyfriend. he showed you that he loved you, he did not tell you tho because he's not good with his words.
it was rare that he used his words but every time he did, it melted your heart. even tho he wasn't good with words, he always said the right thing.
"tell me how was your day, doll." he finished with a slight smile.
oh how you loved when he smiled, because this smile was special. this was sincere smile that was only meant for you.
so you started yapping about your day. how you had your morning tea, after that a pilates class. also how you went with your friend into the mall where you bought new lipgloss.
henry on the other hand watched your lips moved and your face features that changed every second when you change the theme. he listened to every word you said and felt every move you took when you ran your fingers through his hair. but it was too much on him.
he was already tired and your soothing voice with those nails stroking through his hair just lulled him to sleep.
you were talking for five more minutes when you noticed his calm breaths and closed eyes. but his grip around your waist didn't loosen.
you smiled. he was so handsome when he was relaxed. you gently kissed his forehead before closing your eyes as well. slowly drifting to sleep with him.
PAIRING: Bill Denbrough x Reader x Stanley Uris (Poly Relationship)
SUMMARY: Unfortunately, the return of Pennywise brought the loss of one of the loves of your life.
GENRE: Mostly Angst, fluff (if you squint)
WARNINGS: Suicide, death, mentions of blood and vomit.
WORD COUNT: 2.1k words
“Mr. Denbrough?” Bill didn’t notice who was calling. He was able to hear the faint commotion coming from his phone. It wasn’t you or Stan.
“Yes, it’s me.” He was a little bit irritated since he had been interrupted. He had a deadline, and as he looked at his computer screen, he noticed that nothing had been done in the past hour. He sighed.
“We’re reaching out to you regarding your wife-”
“Is she ok? What happened? Where is she?” Bill went instantly into panic mode.
“Mr. Denbrough, please calm down. She’s okay. We just want to notify you that she, well, at your house, there has been—” Bill didn’t even let the person on the other side finish when he quickly stood up, grabbed his jacket, and left his office.
He’s been having this unsettling feeling in the bottom of his stomach all day long. At first, he tried to brush it off, knowing you and Stan were fine, both of you saying your goodbyes as always, but now… And don’t even get him started with Mike’s call in the evening. Do you know? Maybe something happened when you heard the news of It’s comeback.
As Bill approached your shared home, he could see the ambulances and police cars outside your residence. Feeling his heart race, he really didn’t know what to expect from what was unfolding in front of him. Did you get injured? Did something happen to Stan? No, no time for overthinking, he thought. Priorities.
When Bill stepped onto your lawn, he could see you sitting down on your porch steps. He quickly passed the officers who were there. As he came closer to you, he was able to see your hands and clothes, all covered in blood.
“Holy shit, angel, what happened? Are you ok?” Bill knelt right in front of you, but you were unresponsive. Your eyes weren’t even looking at Bill. They seemed lost, without any spark whatsoever.
Bill started to shake your body in order to get a reaction from you, but nothing came of it. As he continued to shake you, he was able to notice that the blood that was on your body wasn’t yours at all. You didn’t seem to be hurt. “What happened? Please, Y/n, where’s Stan?”
For the first time during that evening, for the first time since the police and ambulance arrived, you reacted. You turned your head to Bill, and that’s when reality hit you like a punch right in the face. Stan, your Stan was gone.
“He… He is… I cannot believe it happened like I was right here. I should’ve known better, I-” As you started to ramble, Bill was able to see far away in an ambulance what appeared to be a bag that’s used to transport bodies. His heart fell to the bottom of his stomach.
“He never locks the door. I should’ve known something was up,” you kept saying. However, no emotion was seen on your face. It was like you were in auto-pilot mode as if you were just repeating something that had been going through your mind.
A lump was forming on Bill’s throat. First, he has to get you to react. Hell, he would even appreciate it if you shouted and broke everything in your sight.
“Hey, Y/n, please, look at me. Just look at me.” Bill grabbed your cheeks with both of his hands, trying to make you look only at him. For a moment, you stayed in silence, and your phone rang.
You didn’t even dare move. Bill took your phone from the back pocket of your jeans. His heart stopped after he saw the area code and phone number—the same phone number that called him that same evening.
“Hi Mike.”
“Bill?” Mike’s voice sounded a little bit surprised—just a little bit. “I thought this was Y/n’s phone number,” Bill sighed.
“It is. She’s not here right now.” Bill really couldn’t explain your state to Mike through the phone.
“Well, you already know why I’m calling. We will be waiting for you two then.” After confirming with Mike that the two of you were going to return to Derry, Bill hung up, and still, there was no reaction from you.
“Mr. Denbrough?” a police officer came closer to him.
“Yes, that’s me. Do you know what happened?” In the corner of his eye, Bill tried to see if you finally reacted, but nothing.
“By any chance, do you know Stanley Uris?” Bill nodded. If his brain wasn’t wrong, and if he isn’t that dumb, he may know what happened, but he really wishes he was wrong. “You wife, ahm, is he a friend?” Bill tried his best to remain calm. He just wanted to know if his suspicion was correct or not. He didn’t have time to explain how the relationship between the three of you worked.
“It’s hard to explain if I’m honest, but yes, Stan… Stanley, he’s close to us.” the officer only nodded, trying to not be nosy and trying his best to give the news to Bill.
“Well, we received a call from your wife. Mr. Uris locked himself in the bathroom, and your wife, when she was able to enter the room, saw him in the bathtub. He… He committed suicide. Your wife found him.” tears started to fall down Bill’s cheeks. He tried his best to maintain his composure. Bill tried to answer the officer, but nothing came out. It was as if when he tried to speak, a brutal scream would come out. His best friend since childhood, a fundamental part of this special thing they had with you, was gone. He could only nod.
The officer tried to give his condolences, but he just left.
Bill stayed there, standing in front of you. He started playing with your hair, trying his best to keep you at least calm. He wasn’t even sure if you could feel his touch; it was as if you had frozen in time. But he tried his best to feel you, to make sure you knew he was there with you, that you weren’t alone anymore. He understood your state now. Finding Stan must have been horrible and brutal.
As the minutes passed, people started leaving the area. The officers, the doctors on site, the nosy neighbors, and the passers-by. The two of you remained in that same spot, not really moving, trying to escape the reality you were living.
When the last police car left your house, Bill tried his best to get you to react, but you still seemed so lost. He wanted to get inside. However, a big part would be missing if you entered the house.
“Do you want to get in?” Bill asked, and you only nodded. Even if Stan wasn’t going to be there anymore, it was the last place he was with you.
Bill picked you up in bridal style. He knew it was the best way to get inside quickly. He didn’t need to open the door since it was left open by the last officer who was at your house. He sat you on your living room couch and returned to close the front door. The silence was unsettling. This house has never been this silent. It was always filled with the faint sound of music that you loved to leave in the background as Stan was cooking or as the two of you were reading books. There was also the sound of Bill typing on his computer while you and Stan talked about your day, wanting to include Bill in whatever you could. The laughs you would let out whenever Bill and Stan wanted to get your attention with their silly jokes and remarks. And the list could go on and on. But now, it was dead silent.
Bill sat at the coffee table in front of you. And that’s when he could finally see you cry. Not that Bill liked the view of your crying, but you were now reacting, something that at least made him feel that you came back to this reality.
“I’m so sorry, Bill,” you whispered. Bill’s heart shattered into a million pieces.
“No, hey, listen to me, Y/n.” Bill quickly grabbed your cheek with one hand while the other grabbed your left arm. “Why are you apologizing, angel?”
“He… He told me he was going to take a bath. He was acting weird. I really didn’t want to bother him. I thought that maybe if I let him and gave him space, he would later tell us what happened. But as the minutes passed, I got more anxious.” You let out a cry. Both of Bill’s hands were now cleaning all the tears that were rolling down. Bill also started crying, but he was trying his best to be silent so you could continue explaining what happened.
“I should’ve known better. He sounded weird… His voice was haunted Bill. I cannot explain it. But Stan, it was like he saw a ghost.” Bill gulped. He knew what made Stan do what he did. And to be honest? He couldn’t really blame him. He remembered how Pennywise scared Stan the most. Even if all of the losers made it out alive, Stan was never really the same.
It was like all the memories were coming back at him like flashes one by one. He couldn’t really understand how he forgot all those memories of that summer. It was as if his brain was playing tricks.
How can someone live with the two people who also experienced such an important and a little bit traumatic event when the three of you were 13 years old and then just forget about everything? Bill knew it wasn’t the best moment to bring this up, but you need to know all the context. At least you will then understand what happened.
“I received a call today, too. I believe it was from the same person that called Stan, and that same person also called you.”
“What?” Bill knew there was no good way to tell you the news.
“Do you remember our childhood? Specifically when we were thirteen?” you frowned. What does this have to do with Stan?
“I…” When you actually tried to recall that year, you couldn’t, as if all those memories were wiped out from your brain. “I don’t…”
“Mike called. Mike Hanlon. It’s back.” Fuck.
Bill saw your face slowly turn into horror. You quickly stood up and made your way to the kitchen sink, holding what you felt was what you had eaten that day. You finally understood. It was as if your body needed a way to get out all the fear, anxiety, and sadness you had experienced for the last hours. As you cleaned the corners of your mouth with water, you felt Bill coming closer, and he gave you a towel to dry yourself.
“Please tell me this is a sick joke, Bill.” Bill shook his head. That fucking clown. “But I don’t get it. When did Mike call me?” Bill handed you your phone. You didn’t even notice when he took it, but you couldn’t care less. It took something from you, It took something from Bill again. It’s not fair. “I don’t want to go back, Bill. I can’t.” your whole body plumbed to the kitchen floor. He sat next to you.
“We…” Bill knew the following words coming out of his mouth weren’t the best for you to hear right now, not after losing Stan. “We made a promise. We have to.” You were covering your face with your hands after hearing Bill. Tears continue falling down your face. You knew he was right. You knew that, maybe, you were the only people in the entire world who could stop Pennywise for good. But how could you actually do it? You barely made it out alive 27 years ago. What made you think this time would be different? You haven’t even returned to Derry, and you’ve already lost one of you.
“I know Bill, but-”
“We have to stop him. If we don’t do it, more people are going to keep disappearing, more people are going to live what we have gone through.”
“Bill, to be honest, I couldn’t care less. He took Stan, he took Georgie, what if he takes one of our friends, or worse, you?” you were starting to get anxious. You cannot lose Bill, too.
“That’s why we must return to Derry, Y/n.” Bill hugged you, and you rested your head on his shoulder. “For Stan, and for… Georgie.” Bill felt a knot in his throat. He wouldn’t lie, he was shitting bricks. He was scared, but his anger and thirst for justice - more like vengeance, were more significant.
“You cannot die, Bill. I can’t lose you. I don’t think I could handle another loss.” Bill sighed.
“I promise I won’t die. I won’t leave you, my angel.”
Working at the movie theater was not something that you hoped to do. Not only was it disgusting, finding popcorn kernels that have been left in the corner of the building for who knows how long, but it was exhausting. Even through summer, you had to unwillingly interact with many people from your school, even the ones that didn’t exactly like you. There were times where classmates would try to make your work a living hell, spilling drinks purposely and even spilling buttered popcorn over your head. Then there were times where they would be just as awkward as you, avoiding eye contact and ready to sprint into the theater room.
The losers were some of these people. Most of them tried to avoid you, staying several feet away from you as they skipped the concessions. Then, there was Richie Tozier. He was known for his trashmouth and bold personality. He was the only one that had the balls to actually interact with you.
As the rest of the losers went to get seats for the movie, Richie made his way to the concessions, seeming as motivated as ever. When you looked up, you weren’t too surprised to see Richie in front of you, eyes scanning over the rack of candy that sat on the counter.
“Can I get anything for you?” You questioned, making Richie’s head shoot up to look at you.
“Oh, A large popcorn please?”
You resisted the urge to raise your eyebrow, a bit surprised by his manners. Instead, you just nodded your head and turned to the popcorn machine behind you.
“So,” Richie trailed off, “You come here often?”
As much as you wanted to start laughing, you knew that if you were caught laughing at a customer, you could get fired. Instead, you limited yourself to smiling and shaking your head at the teenage boy. “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
When you turned around, Richie’s face was slightly pink.
“That will be $2.”
Richie stood frozen in front of you until you cleared your throat. Scrambling to find the change in his pocket, some arcade coins fell out of his pocket when he pulled out two dollar bills. Face bright red, Richie handed you the dollars before scooping up the arcade coins from the ground and grabbing the popcorn from the counter. Before you could say anything else, Richie was rushing to the auditorium.
Request: hello, how are you? could i possibly ask for an older!ben x reader in which the reader is newly pregnant and they are married and it’s the scene when ben is getting his stomach carved but it’s the reader instead? so she’s getting the carving and because she’s pregnant he freaks out and doesn’t know what to do and he’s yelling and crying? but it isn’t real and she’s fine it’s just pennywise’s tricks? much fluff and angst. it’s completely fine if not i love your work either way thank you love☺️
This legit made me nearly cry in the cinema so catch me crying now <3
All comments are much appreciated!
Also warning! Some strong language!
Dust layered on the floor, like a thick carpet, muffling Mike’s footsteps as they slam into the door. Cobwebs hang off the walls, their owners nowhere to be seen. Damp seeps across the ceiling, like reaching fingers, the smell overpowering. Shafts of sunlight burst through the boarded up windows, casting a dim light across the room. The smell of mildew and mould made you cover your mouth and nose, the scent unbearable and nearly making you gag again as you walk out of Ben’s arm towards the counter at the edge of the room.
‘Ben- this place is seriously freaking me out. It’s like... I remember being here before, when you got your stomach pretty much ripped out, but even that doesn’t feel real.’
Your grip tightens on the broken piece of black metal railing that you twirl in your fingers, a distant look on your face that nearly breaks Ben’s heart as he realises it was the same pain in your eyes from all those years ago.
Your free hand reaches down to spread over your stomach without even realising, your fingers pattering over your shirt with a happy humph. Neither do you realise the little smile that twitches on Ben’s scared face as he watches you, an absolute joy flowing out of his heart until it encapsulated every fibre of his being with a happiness he never thought he could feel in his life. Why did he deserve this? How, when he had been so alone his whole life, did he deserve to meet you? Why did you ever choose someone like him?
‘I know, sweetheart, but I’m not going to let anything happen to you, or our baby. As soon as we end this, we can all leave and pretend it never happened again.’
‘If we end this.... We didn’t do very well last time.’
‘When we end this’, Mike pipes up from the corner of the room, and you jump a little at his voice, not expecting it from the protruding darkness. He slams his fist again and again, one last time for good measure on the cracking splintered wood of the door, the hinges groaning slightly underneath his weight before he turns back to the two of you. His face flashes like a crack in the rusty mirror as he frowns deeply, unprepared for such bad luck so early on.
‘Well, looks like we’re going to have to find another way round to Eddie, Bill and Richie.’
Before you can even answer, your mind screamed out in pain as an answer. Every thought you had became confused as the burning pain licked up your stomach like scorching fire. You collapse down onto your knees, pulling at your shirt as Ben collapses down next to you, his hands shaking as he puts his broad fingers over yours and rubs them harshly, before quickly pulling one up to cup your cheek. He doesn’t even notice his eyes cloud over with haunting tears as they scan yours, his mouth soundlessly making words as you begin to let out short little screams of pain.
‘Baby-baby, jesus, what’s wrong?! Baby you have to tell me. Mike! Mike what the hell is going on!’
Pulling up your shirt, Ben lets out a disgruntled whimper as he sees the ‘H’ slowly being carved into your skin like a knife sliding through butter. The blood slowly drips in pregnant droplets down the curve of your side, landing and staining against his fingers as he just stares on in shock, small moans leaving his mouth as his mind freezes. He can’t move. All he can think of is the same scar Henry Bowers gave to him. He can’t do this, he can’t let this happen to the one thing he has truly loved in his life, he can’t.
‘Please! I’m here! Take me instead! Not her, you bastard, me! It was always supposed to be me!’
The pain is increasing in waves, small lulls giving false hope of an end. Each peak robs your ability to speak, sends you crashing into a writhing mess as you kick against the floorboards, not noticing the yells of Ben at Mike, the fumbles of Mike over, so uncertain of what to do or say as Ben’s hands dig into your arms hard enough to draw the remaining blood out.
‘Welcome home’.
You can’t see him, but you know he’s there. He loiters around you whilst you helplessly try to shut him out, scratching and aching your every bone; he crawls around in your stomach whilst Ben fires spears at your heart, his muffled sobs as he dips his head into your neck making you ache further.
It was as if every sound that escaped your mouth was set to the frequency that would shatter Ben’s heart to pieces again and again and again. He tried to ignore your cries of pain as he pulled you backwards across the room and into his lap, his muscular arms wrapping around your middle with a familiar warmth. But you didn’t feel it: all you could feel was the invisible brush of cold steel tipping against the edge of your jugular, drawing a faint line into your skin. All you could see was Mike’s confused face as he pointed back up at the mirror, the biting grin of the void eyed clown floating next to your own.
When he at last he turned his face to the mirror, he was a picture of grief, loss, devastation. It was the face of one who had suffered before and didn't know if he could do it again. Mike was the one who had to swing into action, picking up the metal from your hands and running towards the glass, not even faltering for a moment before cracking into it, ducking down and raising his arms up to protect himself from the shower of glass that rained down on his beige jacket like a storm.
Crawling quickly back over to you, all you could feel were Ben’s harsh pants against your back as his hand roamed down below your bellybutton to rub against your stomach, making sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him and your skin was whole again. Mike’s eyes showed a kind of gentle concern, laying his hand lightly on your shoulder and leaving it there as he spoke with such a soft voice you felt his words calming you more by the way they were said than the actual words.
In seconds Ben’s body is moulded to your own, sharing his body heat as easily as he shares his heart. You felt a hot breath on your neck, a soft tear, then the tender brush of lips, burning as they make contact with your sore skin. A hand runs through your hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around your waist, and pulls your close to his pine scented, and slightly musky body.
SACRED HEARTS →
being apart tugs at
the heart strings resting
in their sore chests.
with hands intertwined and
one’s head resting on
the other’s chest, they
are together in peace.
their sacred hearts, beating
as one, for however
long their eternity lives.
PLAYLIST →
i. companion by christian leave ii. and by eden
iii. like i would by zayn iv. idle town by conan gray
v. oil on water by bastille vi. the raid by wafia
vii. morning in america by jon bellion viii. walls could talk by halsey
CAST →
troye sivan as stanley uris
timothee chalamet as richard tozier
caleb elijah as michael hanlon
tom holland as edward kaspbrak
katherine mcnamara as beverly marsh
evan peters as benjamin hanscom
dane dehaan as william denbrough
- Pennywise is rather possessive, lets be real here. When he's not busy hunting and eating he's spending time with you. If you don't have much of a life then great! Because Penny will be taking up all of that time whether you like it or not. It's not like you have much to do anyway.
- Now, if you DO have a life and are busy with college, a job, etc., good freaking luck. Penny will still manage to weasel his way into every aspect of your life anyway.
- You're in class and there's a blur of dull white and orange outside the window. Great. You look over and he's waving, trying to get your attention the entire time. It's hard to pay attention to the teacher when your boyfriend's teleporting everywhere trying to distract you, and no one sees him. The boi just wants you by his side 24/7, but when HE'S busy, nah, you gotta go. This double standard things sucks. Penny's just selfish like that, but then again, the clown was never a good life partner choice to begin with.
- I could imagine myself getting rather angry about it even though I love Penny (we all do). I think, if you finally had enough and tried to actually sat him down to explain in detail what's going on and what the consequences are to you failing a class/job because of him, I'm sure he'd try to back off somewhat. Key word: TRY to.
- It's not just that he wants to see you squirm and actually make you suffer (even though he finds it amusing to no end with that dumb grin on his face). He actually kinda misses you, too. I mean, what do you expect, though? You've introduced Penny to partnership, feelings, affection, and the concept of closeness and companionship to him after he was alone for centuries doing his own thing. Now that he's got a taste, there's no damn way he's going to let that go. He's not bored anymore, sitting in his dark home blowing up balloons all day. He's got you now! He's new to all of this, so cut him some slack but put him in his place (somehow).
- I mean, wouldn't it be cool, though, if you worked WITH his clingy-ness sometimes instead of always against it? Maybe you could have him shift into a small parakeet or something and hopefully your boss/teacher would let him in with you.
- You'd be hitting two birds with one stone, right (pun intended, but don't hit Penny thanks)? You'd be sitting there taking notes and getting work done, and even though you're not fully paying attention to Penny, at least he still gets to be with you in SOME way while you're busy. I imagine him agreeing to this, perching idly on your shoulder and falling asleep after a while, pressing his body to your neck and nuzzling his head into the warm skin. You'd, if you felt like it, rub his feathers with your fingers in soft circles. This would be good enough until you were finished.
- There's a lot of kinks you and Penny have to work out (more like just you tbh), but he'll slowly learn. Rough edges can be smoothed over as long if you sand it down enough with care.
