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thotzier · 6 years

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Bad News, Good Intentions

IT x Stranger Things crossover

Summary: Derry is a small town were nothing happens but things started to get weirder and weirder, little did this club of losers know that there was another small town that was just as weird as theirs.

Pairings: Reader x The Losers Club

Word Count: 2364

A/N: This is my first fic... and idek man, I think I’ve got a cool concept going on in my head but I don’t know how to properly write it down??? Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it & tell me if I should continue!!

Living in a small town had its perks, boy, you would know. There was no comparison between the empty streets and calm nights with the sounds of cars honking their way through the streets and midnight arguments.

Derry was no different from the other small towns, it was just a place in the middle of Maine where nothing truly happened and everyone was aware of that or at least tried to keep it that way. The only reason why people would mention Derry was because of the outrageous number of missing kids and even then, it seemed like no one was planning to do something about it... well, no grownup at least.

You sat on the edge of the quarry’s cliff, swinging your feet as you waited for the rest of your friends to arrive. You enjoyed being alone as much as everyone else but in days like these, there was nothing you longed more than being with your friends, your losers. Perhaps you spent too much time around them, but when you are being chased by a demonic clown, how couldn’t you?

These people were the only ones aware of IT besides yourself, meaning that you were the only ones who knew the true reason behind the disappearances of all those children. Telling any adult was no use, they wouldn’t listen, your parents didn’t care about you, that’s a thing you all had in common... except Eddie, perhaps his mother cared a little too much.

It wasn’t like you didn’t love your parents, you did, but they were never there for you. You were aware of how busy it was the life of a scientist... or at least, could imagine, considering they were always going from place to place and were never home. They were like a pair of strangers, strangers who would feed and dress you but that was it. You were still fond of them, to a point, after all... they are your parents, and you had to.

Grabbing a pebble next to you, you threw it over the cliff, watching it fall and splash. You stared at the greenish water, smiling to yourself. “Having fun?” A voice said, breaking the silence. Turning around, you saw one your friends walking towards you. “Mike!”

“Hey” he sat next to you. “Don’t you think you arrived kind of early, Y/N?” He checked the clock on his wrist. “It’s just 10:30”

“I don’t know” you said, shrugging. “I thought we were supposed to arrive at 10:00, plus, it’s not like I had anything better to do. What about you?”

“I thought Bill or Beverly would be here by now” Mike smiled. “Guess I didn’t have anything to do either” he playfully punched you in the arm. You laughed, pushing him to the side. “Shut it, home-schooled” you teased.

“You better keep it fucking PG-13, guys!” Richie shouted, hopping off of his bike and making his way to were the two of you were. “If you don’t wanna see, just take your fucking glasses off” you said, puckering up your lips and pretending to kiss Mike. He placed his hand on his forehead, just like a maiden would.

“And listen to the unholy noises? No thanks”

The three of you sat down and talked, the rest of the losers arriving one by one. You all waited until the last one arrived to swim. Beverly was the first one to jump, she always was, followed by Bill and Ben. Richie and Eddie started their usual banter, fighting over something probably stupid, you and Stan had stopped listening for a while now.

Once the eight of you were splashing around, the real fun had started. This was the best part of the day, were everyone would laugh and forget about their problems and pretended to be normal teens. “You’re going down Richie!” Beverly laughed, pushing Richie and trying to get him to fall from Bill’s shoulders. “You sure about that, Beaverly?” He flashed her a playful smile as he pushed her back. “We’ll show them, right, Ben?” She said, looking down at him. “Got that right”

You laughed, resting your arm on Stan’s shoulder. “Whoever wins goes against me and Stan!” You shouted at the other four. “No way, I am not doing that” he said taking your hand off of him and rolling his eyes. “C’mon, Stan! You are being lame, I bet she’ll let you be on top” Richie shouted.

“Beep Beep, Richie!”

After a while of playing, everyone decided to dry off. Eddie wrapped himself in a towel, shivering. “Y-You okay, E-Eds?” Bill asked.

“I don’t want to get a cold because if I do, my—“

“Your mom won’t have more time for me, guess I’ll have to sneak at night so we can—“

“We get the picture, Richie” Mike sighed.

Richie raised his hands in a defeated manner.

“Escaping to see Mrs. K after curfew? Man, that must be true love” Beverly said, taking out a cigarette from her backpack’s front pocket.

“The curfew can suck my dick, it’s not like it works anyway” he shrugged. “That fucking clown takes kids whenever the fuck he wants so... what’s the point?”

“Do you think it will ever stop?” You interrupted, looking down.

“W-What?”

“Pennywise. If we don’t stop him... do you think it’ll stop?” You continued. Richie let out a rather bitter laugh, fixed his glasses and looked at you. “We’ll be dead before that happens, sweetheart, I—“

“I’m being serious, Richie!” You frowned at him. “Listen, I enjoy being haunted by a fucking clown as much as the next person does but do you truly think we will stop him?! Don’t you think we need at least someone to help us?!”

“Who?” Stan sighed. “Who in their right state of mind would help us defeat this—this monster?!”

“Stan is right... Even if he got someone’s attention, what would be our proof? Nobody but us can see IT” Ben said quietly. “It’s like the blood in Beverly’s bathroom...”

“We are helpless” Eddie muttered.

You looked around, the happy faces had been wiped out from their faces. You were just a bunch of kids being attacked by something you didn’t quite understand... but you knew some people who maybe could understand, maybe. “I need to show you guys something”

Hoping on your bikes, they followed you all the way home. You trusted them with your life but even with this kind of information, you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to share it. You weren’t supposed to know and yet, you were making your way home to show your friends all of it.

You unlocked the door and ran upstairs, to your room, everyone else followed close behind and closed the door behind them once everyone was inside. “Did I ever mentioned that my parents were scientists?” You asked.

“I think you did once” Mike said.

“Is that why you are such a nerd?” Richie asked, looking around. You had posters of every sci-fi movie you could imagine, shelves filled with books and action figures. “That’s not the point”

“Why are you asking us this?” Beverly looked at you.

Ignoring her question, you asked another. “Ben, in the research you did about Derry... did you find anything about a laboratory research? Anything related with that?”

“No, not really... why?”

You walked over to your bed and started pulling the mattress. You pushed it to the side, unveiling a couple of folders hiding underneath. You handed it to him. “My parents take part in a project, an investigation about a neighbor dimension. The documents explains how they opened the “gate” between that world and ours—“

Eddie turned to look at Stan and then at Bill, blinking rapidly. “You know that this isn’t fun, right?”

“What?” You asked, confused

“You can stop pretending now. Richie and you got us, all of us. You’ve got poor taste in pranks, you know? This is something serious and—“

“Are you serious?! You think this is a joke?”

“It might as well be” Stan looked at you, unsure of what to believe. “This is bullshit”

“But it’s not!” You defended yourself.

“You’re giving me way too much credit, guys, but I don’t take part in this” Richie said.

“And this, this portal?, what does it have to do with us?” Beverly said, scooting over Ben’s side to have a better look.

“You believe that shit?!” Eddie exclaimed.

“I-I don’t understand either, Y/N...” Bill looked at you, biting the side of his cheek.

“Look, here” you said pointing at a certain paragraph. “It talks about how that other world is inhabited by an unknown species”

“So?”

“So, naturally, people crossed the gate to investigate and do research. All of the expedition members went missing and were eventually found dead, parts of their bodies had been eaten by, probably, a pack of the species.” Ben gulped loudly, opening his mouth to say something but in the end, nothing came out. “But Pennywise has been feeding itself from Derry’s population for centuries… “

“Maybe the gate has always been open” Bev bit her lip, trying to find a proper way to put her thoughts together. “Maybe they just found a way for us to cross to the other side but these creatures have always been able to cross from theirs”

“Exactly but that’s not all” you handed them another folder, it was full of pictures and newspaper articles. “There was this kid, William Byers, who was taken by one of these creatures” she said pointing at the picture of him, “and he made it out alive… “

“But that doesn’t mean Pennywise is related to this” Mike said, breathing heavily. “What makes you so sure this could be related to us? This project was held in Hawkins, Indiana… Five or six states away from us”

“I don’t think this dimensions would limit itself to just Indiana, if it’s a world just like ours there must be a place just like Derry” your hands rested on your hips. “Plus, do you have a better theory? All we know about IT is the fact that he comes out to eat children every 27 years.”

“You’ve lost your fucking mind, haven’t you?” Richie said, pinching his nose anxiously. “Bill you better take notes, none of the stories you’ve created can compete with this kind of bullshit”

“She has a point” Beverly defended. “What do you have, Richie?”

“Common sense, clearly! Even if I decided to believe this mental story, what would we do? Drive all the way to fucking Indiana and then what?! We’ll ask your parents to help us kill this clown? Fucking great! Sign me the fuck in!”

“G-Georgie could be there” Bill said. “Betty R-Ripsom, Ed… everyone c-c-could be trapped in there and maybe we can save them!”

“I don’t want to save them!” Stan shouted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “It’s suicide! “

“I’d rather kill myself trying to save them than doing nothing and let it kill me from the inside” you growled.

“That’s you! What makes you think we want to get involved! I didn’t ask for this---“ Eddie responded, stopping to take deep breaths. He took out his inhaler and shook it, later putting it inside his mouth and breathing in the medicine.

“None of us did!” Beverly spat out. “But if we can do something about this, we should!”

“Nobody of us want this, Y/N” Ben whispered.

“I get that all of you are terrified! So am I! But if we find a way of killing this thing one and for all, we might get a shot of living normal lives! We might get our fucking boring lives back, we would no longer have to worry about getting killed by IT! We wouldn’t have to watch our backs when we’re walking alone down the street!” you sighed. “I want my life back”

Before you could continue, an alarm went off. It came from Eddie’s clock, making all of you jump in surprise. “What time is it?” Ben asked, looking at Eddie.

“6:30” he said, popping one of the pills in his fanny pack inside his mouth. “I should get going…”

“Yeah, the curfew starts in 30 minutes and I---“Stan walked towards the door. “Why don’t you stay the night? We can forget about this…” you said pointing at the documents. “We can forget about it for the night and talk about it tomorrow. You don’t have to take a part of this, I just thought you… you would be interested and maybe we could find a way of killing IT”

Stan, Eddie and Richie looked at each other. Sighing. You were sure that Bill and Beverly were with you, maybe Mike and Ben too but the eight of you had to be together to actually make a change, that was a fact. “I’ll say I’m staying at Bill’s” Eddie said. “That way my mom won’t worry that much”

“We’ll stay” Beverly placed her hand on your shoulder and hugged you. “Don’t worry” You rested your forehead on her shoulder and sighed. “I’m sorry for putting all of this weight on your shoulders”

“Now, that’s enough” the redhead said, pulling away and ruffling your hair. “It’s already late enough, we should rest… all this fighting is making me hungry. What about you guys?”

“Finally! I was waiting for someone to say something about food” Richie said, smiling, with an attitude completely different from the one minutes before. “Aren’t you hungry, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“Stop it, Richie”

“We could order some pizza” Ben said, handing back to you the set of documents. “or something, do you think they'll deliver it this late?” he asked Mike, who just shrugged.

You sighed and put the documents back in their hiding place. Everyone was pretending to be happy again, you knew that because you were part of this act but it was alright, it had been enough for today. You would talk about it in the morning ad even though you didn’t have the best feeling about the whole situation, you had hope and you all needed that more than anything now.

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louisives · 6 years

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Chapter 5

After his encounter with whatever the fuck that was, Richie raced home.

Luckily, he’d remembered to grab his glasses. Unluckily, they were even more cracked on the nosepiece than when they were at school.

He had to fold them carefully and put them on the front of his shirt, lest they fall off his nose again and break more.

He made it safely home, though he was exceptionally late.

His mother, who’d apparently been sitting on the porch waiting for him, rushed to Richie while he was putting up his bike.

Richie flinched, expecting to be scolded for being so late, as well as for not wearing his glasses. Instead, his mother gave him a quick hug, then pulled back, her hands on his narrow shoulders, “Where have you been?”

He lied through his teeth, trying to avoid eye contact if at all possible. His eyes would give his lie away. “I, uh, sorta got lost; forgot my route from school. Sorry, Mom.”

She pursed her lips, probably deciding on whether or not to believe him. She must have accepted his story as the truth, because she gave him a curt nod, patted him on the back once, and said, “Go on upstairs and get cleaned up, then.”

He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until a sigh of relief escaped him. He bounded up the stairs with as much energy he could muster after all that had happened to him in one single day.

He skipped the shower, because, honestly, standing while the pressure of the water beat down on his head did not sound like fun for someone as tired as he.

His first friend, the ghost, was sitting on his bed. Well, not exactly sitting, Richie knew, he couldn’t truly touch it. Richie’s eyes lingered on the area where Eddie’s barely outlined crossed legs was floating just above the sheets on his bed.

Floating.

That voice echoed in his active mind. You know who floats, Richie? Eddie floats! Yes, he does!

Eddie had been holding his face in his hands, obviously bored with the book he was reading. Richie wondered why Eddie could hold onto the book when he couldn’t touch Richie earlier. “You look like trash.”

Richie gave a little smile, “Best compliment in a while, thanks.” The words were sarcastic, but it didn’t quite show in his tone.

Eddie rolled his eyes, which, Richie noticed, were a darker type of grey than the rest of his pale form. They must have been a really dark colour when he was living. “What happened to you?”

Richie played off the pain in his knuckles and the slight headache that had formed in his temples. He walked with confidence over to his bed, sitting beside the ghost, “Just got the ladies fawning all over me. They roughed each other up so much, fighting over me, y’know? I got secondhand hurt from it.” He flashed Eddie a bright grin.

He could tell Eddie noticed the waver in his smile. “Cut the crap, Tozier.” His hard-pursed lips loosened up a little, his expression softening just a bit, “It was Bowers, wasn’t it? Henry?”

Richie could lie to just about everyone. It didn’t really matter; most of his lies were made for a good reason, anyway. Hell, he’d just lied to his mother not five minutes ago without second thought, but...something about the way this kid was staring him down-stern, but also...comforting…? He couldn’t do it.

“I...Yeah, Henry was part of it, yeah. He roughed me up a little, probably because I’m the new kid.”

Eddie dipped his head down a little, nodding, “Yeah.”

Richie couldn’t help the words that were spilling out of his mouth, “But, uh, on my ride home…”

Eddie quirked his head to show he was listening.

“I, uh, I saw this thing. Weird fucker, weirder than seeing you.” He laughed a little, “No offense.” He went back to telling his story, “It was a...werewolf, I think. But, it was also a-”

“A clown?” Eddie’s words were rushed, a bit slurred and higher-pitched than usual.

Richie froze, shifting his gaze to meet Eddie’s once dark eyes, “Yeah.”

Eddie bit his lip, “So, It was a werewolf for you.”

Richie furrowed his brow, “You know this thing?”

Eddie nodded slowly, a strange, contemplative look in his eyes, “Yeah. It was a leper for me.” He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his temples as if re-seeing whatever this thing was, “It-It changes shape. My friend, Bill, thought It somewhat feasted on fear, and It changed to whatever you fear the most, so that It could make you even more scared of It.”

A few moments passed while Richie was trying to fully comprehend all the information that was being thrown at him.

Richie considered asking Eddie a thousand questions, all dealing with that thing he’d seen, some he thought was way too personal, considering they’d only known each other for a couple of days. He finally settled on one question he thought was safe enough to ask, “You mentioned someone named Bill?”

Eddie’s eyes lit up, in the way one would when recalling an old crush or personal hero, or both. “Yeah. Bill was my first ever friend. I don’t remember much, just certain stand out things, but Bill is one of them. He was always so confident; always knew what to do. He did have a stutter, but other than that he was perf-”

“Does he have, like, suuuper blue eyes, and is, like, really tall?” Richie interrupted Eddie with enthusiasm as he realized they could very well be talking about the same person.

Eddie looked a bit startled, “W-Well, yeah, much taller than me, at least.”

“I know the guy! I met him today at school,” Richie explained, a smile filling up his entire face.

If Eddie had a heartbeat, it’d be pounding against his chest, pulse thundering in his left wrist. “Really? Was everyone else with him?”

Richie had to think back to all of their names, “There was, um, Stan, Ben, a girl named….Bev! Oh, and another guy who doesn’t seem to go to the same school, or something.

“Mike,” Eddie whispered. He seemed to be on the verge of tears, yet he was smiling happily.

At least he’s not thinking about that thing anymore, Richie considered. I don’t want to dig up too much of whatever the fuck just happened. Not yet, anyway.

“Did It do that?” Eddie was looking at the scars, still bleeding, on his knuckles. Richie, for a moment, pondered as to how his mother hadn’t noticed them, but he shook away the thought to the fact that she might have been too distracted asking him where he’d been.

“Yeah. It did.”

Eddie held up a finger, as if to say: Wait a minute. He left to go back to the closet, floating,(there was no better word Richie could think of to describe the action), up to the shelf above the coat rack. Eddie pulled down a First-Aid kit and brought it to the bed.

“Hold out your hands.” Richie did as told, holding his hands out to Eddie, knuckles up. Eddie carefully picked out what he needed from the box. “I, um, I had this first-aid kit back when I lived here. Noone moved it, thankfully.”

Richie just nodded as he watched Eddie slowly pour a bit of alcohol onto a cotton ball, just enough to clean a wound, but not too much, Eddie explained, that’d render the cotton ball useless.

Richie winced a little as the liquid was dabbed onto his open wounds, burning his hands as it disinfected them.

Eddie then wrapped some bandages around each of his knuckles. Richie noticed Eddie tried his best to always remain contact with the bandages rather than with Richie. He knew it was because of the fact that for whatever the reason, Eddie couldn’t make real contact with him.

When he was done, Eddie put the medical supplies back into the kit’s box and set it to the side.

Richie flexed his hands open and closed, smiling, “Thanks, you’re pretty good at that! Say, can you fix my glasses, too?”

Eddie smiled back a little, “Maybe, I don’t know.” He took the broken glasses from Richie.

Some time passed, spent in comfortable silence as Rich watched Eddie try to fill in the crack on his nosepiece with glue. They were handed back to him, and for the first time since he got home, Richie could see again.

Richie thanked the ghost with another large, ear to ear grin, not knowing any other way to show his appreciation. Eddie didn’t return the smile, though. He seemed to be considering something. What he was thinking about; however, was unclear.

It took Eddie a while to say what was on his mind.

“Hey, um, Richie?” Eddie spoke with a bit of trepidation, his eyes cast downward. The position of his shoulders, held high and pulled together, showed how nervous he seemed to be to say whatever he was going to say.

Richie almost did what he’d usually do with anyone else, be it stranger or friend. That is, give them a friendly side-hug. Until he remembered that any attempt at contact would be lost on the ghost. Instead, Richie just tilted his head, “What’s up, buttercup?”

Could ghosts blush? Because Richie would’ve sworn to the Christ child that Eddie’s translucent cheeks held a dark grey on them after Richie used the not-quite-nickname. “C-Could you, um, maybe tell them about me? I would have myself, but-” "But, you’re stuck in here.” Richie nodded, showing a serious understanding of his friend’s situation, be it a strange one. Richie made an attempt to lighten the mood considerably by doing a British-sounding Voice, “Right-o, good chap! I’ll fix that up for you right away!” To fully show his character, Rich mimed tipping his hat to Eddie, and grinned whole-heartedly. Now he was sure of it. Ghosts could blush.

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amazingmsme · 7 years

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Dealing With Friends

Things were different now, that much was certain. Not all the changes were bad however; they found Will, his mom's mental state was much better than it had been, and the stress and grief he was forced to deal with were slowly subsiding. But not everything was great. His mom still had anxiety attacks and he stayed up until early hours hearing Will get up frequently to go into the bathroom, coughing up a lung. He'd then hear the water turn on, and Will returning to bed. Jonathan wasn't stupid and he knew something was up, but he was afraid to say anything for fear of disturbing the peace. He figured it would be short-lived, but he wanted it to stay as long as it could. Things at school were just as they had always been, and the winter break hadn't changed that. When school started up again, he fell back into his routine: wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, spend time with his family, go to bed, repeat. To some it seemed boring, but for him it was a comfort. It was the one stable thing in his life, the one thing he could always count on. The other kids at school were weary of him, just how he liked it. He wasn't a people person and didn't do social interaction. It was better for him to be alone. Just about everyone else was annoying and immature and he'd just rather not interact with them. Who needed friends anyway? [more] Jonathan was walking through the parking lot after school. It had been a long day, and he couldn't be more ready for the weekend. It was only Monday yet it felt as if it had already been an entire week. He was halfway to his car when he heard his name being called out. Wait, that couldn't be right. No one ever talked to him. Jonathan's a pretty common name, and he knew at least three other Jonathan's, so he only paused momentarily before continuing on his way. "Beyers!" Now Jonathan recognized the voice, and turned around to see Steve Harrington walking up to him. He didn't know what exactly to expect, so he braced himself. "Hey, can I talk to you?" "Uhh..." Jonathan trailed off, looking longingly at his car. Steve followed his gaze and reassured him, "It'll only be a few minutes." Jonathan sighed in defeat, "Sure, what is it?" Steve looked a bit sheepish, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. What I did was shitty, and I feel real bad about it. I meant to apologize earlier, but when I came to your house, all that... stuff, happened," he said, referring to the Demogorgon. Jonathan met his gaze. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been watching you guys, and I'm sorry I kicked your ass," his lips curled at the corners as he said the last part. Steve couldn't help but smile at that, "You just caught me off guard. Though I think we fight better as a team rather than against one another," he said seriously. Jonathan's smile was less noticeable, but still there, "Yeah, we kicked some ass, didn't we?" Steve stared at him, "How are you, after all that?" Jonathan inhaled deeply. He contemplated whether he should open up, or lie, or just not answer. But he was one of the only people who experienced what he did, and he had everything bottled up for so long he was sure he would explode if he kept it in any longer. "It's been rough. But things help. I usually busy myself so that I don't think about it. Will and Mom help," he admitted. Steve looked at him with wide eyes, "Do you have... y'know... nightmares?" His face was scrunched with fear and something else that Jonathan couldn't quite read. "Nancy and I both have them. I figured you might too. What do you do to make them go away?" Jonathan shrugged, shaking his head. "I wish I knew but I'm about as clueless as you are. I usually wake up and stare at my ceiling counting as high as I can before falling back asleep," he supplied. Steve nodded, letting the information sink in, "I'll keep that in mind." Jonathan began walking off, sensing the conversation was coming to a close. "You seem like a pretty cool dude, we should hang out sometime," Steve said. Jonathan's lips pressed into a thin line and he nodded curtly before walking off. How many times has he heard that one? Way too many to count. How many ever actually hung out with him though? ~~~~ The next day at lunch, Jonathan sat alone at his usual table eating his sandwich when suddenly Steve plopped down in the seat next to him. Jonathan stared at him in shock and Steve offered a large smile, "Hope this seat's not taken. Too bad of it was, cause I'm not moving," he said, setting his lunch onto the table. Nancy came over then, sitting across the table from both of them. "Hey, what's up?" she asked as she took a bite of the school's spaghetti. Jonathan was still trying to process what was going on. People didn't just sit with him at lunch, especially people as popular as Nancy and Steve. He looked at them skeptically. "What?" Nancy asked. "I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but why are you sitting with me?" he questioned. Steve acted as though the answer was obvious, "I said we should start hanging out." Jonathan rolled his eyes. "I know that, but it's not like anyone ever actually means it," he clarified. A brief look of hurt washed over Steve's face, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared, "Well, I meant it." And he really did. He and Nancy sat with him every day at lunch. It was a bit awkward at first. None of them were sure of what to say, a somewhat tense silence lingering in the air. They knew not to bring up what happened and chose to pretend they lived an average life. They ate in silence. "If you never plan on talking you might as well not even sit here," Jonathan snarked, taking a bite of his food. "Excuse me?" "If this is your idea of "hanging out" then you must be boring as hell. I don't know how Nancy stands it." Said girl covered her mouth, snickering behind her palm. Steve was shocked, mouth agape. His mouth finally formed a large smile. "I didn't peg you as a sarcastic kinda guy." "Once you get to know me, that's like 40% of my personality." Nancy tilted her head in curiosity, "What's the other 60%?" He smiled, "You're gonna have to figure that out for yourselves." ~~~~ Steve and Nancy now sat with Jonathan regularly at lunch, though Jonathan still went straight home after school. It had been weeks, and Steve kept insisting he go out and do something with them. "There's nothing to do here," Jonathan stated when Steve suggested they do something that night. "We don't always have to go out. We can all just hang at my place," he offered. Jonathan shrugged, "Even if I wanted to I couldn't, I promised my mom I'd make dinner since she's been so busy this week." Steve narrowed his eyes playfully, pointing a finger at him, "Mark my words Beyers, you will come to my house sooner or later." Jonathan smirked. "Sounds like a threat."Steve glared at him, "You know what I mean." Nancy gave him a sympathetic look, shaking her head, "I'm afraid Jonathan's right. You sounded like someone straight out of a slasher fic." Steve gasped, looking between them, "I can't believe my own friends would say that about me!" he said with a look of betrayal. Friends. Jonathan supposed they really were all friends by now, but he still wasn't used to it. He decided early on that it wasn't so bad having them around. They were good company, and after everything that's happened to him, he was glad to know he didn't always have to be alone. ~~~~ It was a Saturday, which meant Will planned on spending the entire day at Mike's house playing games. Despite what his mom said, Jonathan still felt as though it was his fault Will had gone missing in the first place, so he promised to always walk with him to and from Mike's house. He couldn't let it happen again... Will was riding his bike while Jonathan walked beside them and they talked. When they got to the door, Mike opened it. "Come in, we're just setting up in the basement. Oh hey Jonathan," he greeted with a smile, "Wanna join?" Jonathan really didn't want to spend his day in a dimly lit basement playing a complicated board game. He honestly couldn't understand how Will could take it. He was going to politely decline when Will looked up at him, "You should play, I mean, you used to play with us." Damnit... It wasn't as agonizing as he thought, but he still hated the damn game. Watching his brother and his friends' reactions was funny as hell though. They would get all worked up and scream at each other or yell and jump in victory. But still, it wasn't Jonathan's thing, and he had been sitting in the basement for over three hours and needed to get a drink and use the restroom. And even though he wasn't the tallest guy, it was still uncomfortable to be scrunched up like a damn folding chair. He walked up the stairs and into the kitchen, filling up a glass of water. He gulped it down just as Nancy walked through the doorway. "Oh, I didn't know you were here," she said, smiling sweetly as she put the phone back on its holder. Before he could say anything, they heard shouting from downstairs. "Jonathan get your ass down here, it's your turn!" Nancy covered her mouth, trying not to laugh as Jonathan let out a groan. "Oho no, you're not going back down there. You're coming with me," she said, grabbing his wrist. "Where are we going?" he asked as she went down the stairs. She stopped halfway, looking down at the group of boys. "I'm rescuing Jonathan, we're going to Steve's," she said, dashing back up the stairs before they could protest. "I just got off the phone with him, so he knows we're coming," she explained. "How did you know I was there?" he asked. She smiled at him, "I didn't, but he'll be glad to see you. He's been dying to hang out with you outside of school, but you never wanna do anything," she finished, a slightly sad note to her voice as she glanced at him from the driver's seat. He shrugged, "I'm not really a "go out and party" kinda guy, I'm more of a "stay at home and read" kinda guy." "Wouldn't kill you to just go out and do something sometime," she pointed out. He didn't say anything else. When they arrived, Steve opened up the door and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Told you I'd get you in my house." Jonathan couldn't help but to smile as he joked, "Again with the serial killer vibe." Steve gasped, placing a hand over his heart, "I'm hurt Beyers." "Only your pride," he quipped, walking past him. Steve followed him, "You were right; at least 40% of you is sarcasm." Jonathan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, "You figure out the other 60%?" Steve shook his head, "Not all of it, but I'd say I know you pretty well by now." Jonathan wasn't sure how to react to this. He had spent so long trying to distance himself from others and build up a wall, and all of a sudden Steve and Nancy enter his life and just tear it down. But maybe that was a good thing. "Do you wanna go out by the pool? Or are you guys fine in here?" Steve asked. Nancy looked over at him, "I'm fine inside." He smiled, "Perfect." They hung out and talked for a while, but eventually Steve got bored, and he didn't mind voicing his opinion. "I'm boooooored," he whined, flopping on the couch. "It's your house stupid," Nancy pointed out. "Which makes it even MORE boring for meeee," he complained again. Jonathan rolled his eyes, "Why don't we play a game?" This immediately caught his attention, "I like the way you think Beyers! So!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Beyers, truth or dare?" And so that's how Jonathan ended up licking Steve's shoe, Nancy admitting she still sleeps with a stuffed animal, and Steve jumping off the roof. After a few more turns, Steve looked to Jonathan, "Truth or dare?" "Truth." Steve let out a groan, falling onto his back. "You've picked truth the last five turns," he whined. Jonathan raised his brows, "Do you think maybe there's a reason for that?" Steve gasped, looking him up and down. "I take offense to that." "You made me lick your shoe!" "Correction: I dared you to lick my shoe." Jonathan shrugged, "Either way I still choose truth." "Uuuuuuuugh, fine. But I'm still gonna try to make this interesting." He thought for a moment before giving a devious smile. "So, Jonathan, are you," he paused, wiggling his fingers at him and raising his eyebrows, "Ticklish?" Jonathan's face remained neutral, "No." Steve smiled, "Oh really? So you wouldn't mind if I-" "Touch me and I kick your ass," he said, cutting him off. "That sounds exactly like something someone who's ticklish would say. You're kinda incriminating yourself here," Steve's smile grew as he spoke while Jonathan remained standoffish. "I'm not a fan of being touched," he explained, though it was clear Steve didn't believe him. Nancy shot Steve a warning look, which he of course ignored. Jonathan looked unamused and sighed, "You don't believe me? Fine I'll prove it," he said and raised his arms a little, giving Steve access to his body. Steve slowly reached out, skittering his fingers lightly over his sides, getting no reaction. "See?" He turned his attention to Nancy, his back turned completely to Steve, "Truth or dare?" But Steve still wasn't convinced. Jonathan was extremely tense and guarded when he had tried to tickle him, and Steve thought that if he could catch him off guard he might be able to get a reaction. Steve slowly crept forward, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "I dare you to... AH!" Jonathan whipped around and was met with Steve's grinning face. Steve tilted his head in a quizzical manner, "I'm sorry, what was it that you said earlier? About not being ticklish?" Jonathan's lips quirked up ever so slightly, barely even noticeable, but still there. Jonathan had never been given the chance to play or mess around with friends and now that the situation had arose, he wasn't sure how to go about it. Thankfully for him though, Steve was not new to this whatsoever. "The game's called truth or dare, Beyers. I'm pretty sure lying is against the rules, don't you agree Nancy?" She was now catching on, and the mischievous smile on her face matched Steve's. "Oh yes, it's definitely against the rules Jonathan. And there are consequences for breaking the rules." He was trapped between the two of them, unable to escape, and not sure if he really wanted to. He felt... giddy. But he made sure to not make it too obvious and started scooting away until Steve wrapped a hand around his legs and pulled him back, quickly setting to work. Jonathan had rarely ever been tickled and he never quite understood its purpose. He knew it could be used as a bonding method but not many people have ever tried tickling him, aside from his mom. Truthfully he didn't even know where he was ticklish, as it happened so few times. He didn't even think he was that ticklish. He had forced himself to built a wall around himself, shutting himself off from most physical contact. It was clear that his new friends wouldn't allow that anymore, tearing down his defenses. Steve wiggled his fingers into his side and Jonathan slapped a hand over his mouth to prevent laughter from pouring out. Steve mock pouted, " I wanna hear you laugh, see that smile!" he teased, poking between his ribs. Jonathan grunted, struggling in his efforts to keep his mirth at bay. It didn't help once Nancy joined in the teasing as well, "C'mon Jonathan, doesn't it feel good to laugh and not hold anything back?" Her voice was soft and sweet while Steve's was teasing and taunting. The contradiction just seemed to make his predicament worse. Nancy managed to gather his wrists and pin them above his head using her knees, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape. "Shihihit! Nonono," he started once Nancy walked her fingers down his arms towards his armpits. Steve was beaming, "Aww look how much you're smiling! I think this is the happiest I've seen you, Mr. Doom and Gloom," he teased, forming his hand into a claw and vibrating it against his stomach. Jonathan let out an honest to god scream before falling into hysterics, trying to buck Steve off. It didn't deter him in the slightest however, and he drilled his thumbs into his hips. Jonathan actually snorted at that and Steve had to stop because he himself was laughing so hard. "Oh my god, did you just snort? That is the cutest thing I've ever heard!" His cheeks heated up hearing this and he tried to hide his blushing face is his arm. Nancy quickly skittered her nails over his neck, making him scrunch up and giggle. "Guhuhuhuys" he whined through his laughter, not used to so much attention, and most certainly not used to this much contact. "Yeeeeees?" they both answered in unison, matching grins on their faces. "It tihihihihickles!" Steve smirked, "Well duh it tickles, we're tickling you! And you just so happen to be very ticklish. Which you lied about. Don't think I haven't forgotten about that," he said in a stern voice, using one hand to point at him while the other spidered over his ribs. "Alright Steve, better cut it out, it looks like he's about to pass out," Nancy said backing off. Steve did the same, moving off of him and letting him catch his breath. "You two," he said pointing at them and pausing for a breath, "Are evil. Why did I ever agree to be friends with you again?" he asked, though his ever present smile made it clear he meant none of it. "Because were awesome. And we make things, like, 10 times as fun. Well, I do anyways," Steve spoke, earning a shove from Nancy. "And I think I figured out the other 60%." Jonathan gave him a skeptical look, "What is it then?" "60% ticklish dork," he said, smile so wide it could split his face in two. Jonathan's blush deepened and he rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into a nearby pillow, "You're never going to let this go, are you?" "Not likely, no," Steve shook his head. "Just remember I can kick your ass in a fight," he threatened, but Steve just waved his hand. "If it's a tickle fight, I'm pretty sure I would win anyways," he smirked and Jonathan let out a strange but endearing mix of a frustrated groan, a scream, and a giggle, "Why are you so adamant about torturing me?" "Cause you got a nice laugh that I wanna hear more of," Steve admitted. "Then tell a joke! Oh wait, I forgot, you aren't funny." Steve's mouth dropped and Nancy had to cover her mouth to muffle her laughter at the sight. "Oh that's it Beyers, you're dead!" That was definitely not the last time Steve and Nancy used this particular weakness against him. In fact, it was only the beginning. And Jonathan found that he didn't really mind it all that much.

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