𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫

✩ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎 ~ 𝚎.𝚔. ✩

pairing: eddie kaspbrak x (fem)(denbrough)reader

warnings: extreme cursing

word count: 1783

song preference: it's all been done, barenaked ladies

requested? [yes] [no]

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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ classic trope. From Romeo and Juliet to Jack and Rose, lovers who can never be together is what millions of people around the world live for. However, its much more fun spectating the love story than living in it. Take it from Eddie Kaspbrak and [Name] Denbrough. Their love story was less "unrequited love" and more "our parents hate each other." To be frank, it sucked for the two teens, who had been trying to work out their relationship for months. Life was just throwing shit at their faces and it was only a matter of time before someone opened their mouth.

"I c-can't believe you broke y-your damn arm," [Name] grumbled, looking at Eddie's slightly less crooked forearm, which he had broken after their first encounter with It in the totally haunted Neibolt house.

Eddie's brows rose and he frowned, confused as to why she was so angry. "What? You act like I tried to snap my arm in half."

[Name] only rolled her eyes and played with her hair a little, huffing in annoyance. It always annoyed her whenever Eddie got hurt because she knew it would only be followed by feverish panting and a phone call to his nuisance of a mother, who took up so much space in his life (no pun intended) that she served as Eddie's mother figure, father figure, personal nurse, and nanny.

[Name] hated Mrs. Kaspbrak with a passion because of how horribly the single woman treated her own parents. Mrs. Kaspbrak but zero effort into trying to make a good impression on the Denbrough's and claimed they were a bunch of weirdos obsessed with finding their dead child and only producing children with speech impediments.

However, for some unfathomable reason, Mrs. Kaspbrak had a soft spot for [Name]. Would she let her within a six-foot radius of her precious Eddie-Bear? No. Did she even care about her twin brother Bill's existence? Absolutely not. It was clear the woman had some screws loose, and [Name] was unsure which on had allowed her to take a liking to the stuttering girl.

Eddie sighed and [Name], feeling annoyed and frustrated, got up without a word and stalked over to her twin.

"W-wonder how long Mrs. K-Kaspbrak will take," [Name] stuttered, her arms crossed as she peered down the road. "You think her c-car broke down?"

"No," Bill answered honestly. "She's n-not that bad."

[Name] scoffed and rolled her eyes for the eighth time that hour. "As if. She's a total a-hole."

"S-says you," Bill retorted, poking his twin sister in her arm. She cringed at the thought of Mrs. Kaspbrak smiling down at her and treating her with favoritism unmatched even to that of a creepy P.E. coach to his female students. Bill twirled his finger in the air and finished, "She's w-wrapped around your f-finger."

[Name] didn't say anything, knowing he had a point. It was the truth, but [Name] would never admit that. She had too much pride and hated the woman too much.

"Speak of the devil," [Name] spoke as the tan vehicle rolled up to the curb, a fussing Mrs. Kaspbrak emerging from the Toyota and glaring at the entire group of Losers. She stomped over to Eddie, her hair still in rollers and her sausage-like fingers wrapped around Eddie's frail shoulders. She pulled her son into her large chest and with narrowed eyes, gave every Loser a glare that seemed to be an attempt at intimidation.