Firstly, I wanna say that this Note is kinda important, cause it'll determine if I take a longer time uploading or not.

I have 4 other fanfics I wanna post, they're x reader too. One of them I'm revising, the other I'm in the middle of writing and the other two I have to start revising yet. The 4 of them are in portuguese, so I have to translate it. Just saying that I might change the Title, cause some of them are pretty basic. Here's a list:

- A new Avenger (Steve Rogers X Loki X Reader) - 21 chapters - finished - revise and translate

- Sister?! (Sam Winchester X Crowley X Reader) - 35 chapters - finished in a shitty way, so it might get more chapters - revise and translate

- Love Triangle (Draco Malfoy X Severus Snape X Harry Potter X Reader) maybe changing the title to Love Square - 21 chapters - finished - revising chapter 8 and translate

- The Beast and the Beauty (Gaston X Reader) - 8 chapters - still writing - translate

So, you have to choose one for me to post, cause I can't do 8 fanfics at the same time yanno? But I want to post my old ones, see if they get any views and I want to improove my writing. So tell me wich one do you want and I'll see what I can do ^^

Thanks for the attention, now to the story!

The girl walks to the door, dodging the 'cat' in the way, looking through the peephole to see who it was. A black man looked around scared, running his hands over his head, as if worried about something. She walks away from the door, looking for a new shirt to put on before answering the door.

"Just a second!" She screams as she puts on her shirt.

She rushes back to the door, unlocking it, but leaving the top lock closed, preventing the door from opening completely.

"Can I help you?" She asks, not understanding the man's visit or the time he had come.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know there was anyone living here. It has always been empty, so when I saw it was reformed I wanted to see it." He says quickly without letting the (h/c) speak, she gives a smile and answers him.

"It's alright. But since I don't know you, sorry about that, we can talk outside." The girl leaves the house and waits for the man to start talking, but it seemed like words were missing "You wanna ask something?" She asks, smiling slightly but feeling the sweat dripping from her forehead and her heart still calming.

"I heard that this house has a well, did you know about that?" He asks, scaring the girl briefly.

Her eyes widen, feeling that the man knew something, but ignoring that strange feeling.

"Yes, I covered it with a rock. I thought rats would come out, infesting the house." She says smiling slightly, trying not to look suspicious.

"Oh! Uh... Nothing happened since then? Ghosts or maybe clowns?" He asks pressing the subject of the well.

"No, nothing." She responds, too quick for the man's taste.

"W-what happened?!" He asks, reaching out and almost touching the girl's shoulder.

"It was just my cat." She says, taking the man's hand away from her.

A loud hiss is heard, causing the man to retract his arm and the (h/c) to look back into the house. The 'cat' had made the noise, It was sitting in the hallway, looking at both of them from afar. Only it's silhouette and bright red eyes appeared in the darkness.

"Is that your cat?" He asks, coming back down the steps of the gate, clearly afraid.

"Yes." She responds too fast again, feeling the cold sweat dripping down her neck.

"You should stay away from It." He says, turning his back and walking away.

(Y/n) feels her vision blur, she stumbles back, leaning against the open door. She enters the house, her legs wobbly, and closes the door, touching her forehead to it, her mouth opens in shock. How did that man know those things? How did he know about the clown? From the well in the basement she could understand, many people could have come to see the house before buying it. But it seemed that he knew more than he showed.

After a few seconds she remembers the clown, her heart stops when she remembers what happened before the doorbell rang. She looks around, still with her forehead against the wood, trying to hear something, but nothing is noticeable. She turns her face slowly, afraid the creature is waiting to scare her. And it was as predicted, he was there, but not as far as she thought, as soon as she turned, she could see the clown's face from the corner of her eye. He was so close she could feel his breath, popcorn, cotton candy and something rotten, as if something had died inside him. She huddles against the door, trying to get as far away from him as possible. She feels him come close to her neck and sniff, probably smelling sweat mixed with perfume. Her body prickles, her hair at the base of her neck rising with the shiver.

(Y/n) thinks about what he would do, would this monster finally kill her or leave like every other time? She waited a few seconds, but no reaction was noticed. She turned her face back to look over her shoulder. Yeah, he was still there. But why wouldn't he move? Why didn't she do anything? She takes a deep breath, feeling her breath fail slightly, like a car that chokes in the middle of the road. She swallowed and turned quickly, now facing the clown, who was looking at her in disgust.

The surge of courage and hope that came from the girl had startled him, smelling the horrible smell he hated so much. That smell he'd never forgotten after the Losers Club had stopped him from finishing his meal and his rest had been anticipated. But now he saw that getting up earlier than planned had been a good idea. His hunger still didn't bother him so much and finding the (h/c) had been good. When he awoke from his sleep, he smelled the familiar smell of food, or, in his case, fear. So, he left his den, his home, his hiding place. But when he finally reached the bottom of the stairs toward the living room, his forces faded and his world went black again. When he woke up again the girl was there, he felt her fear, her tension, but he could feel something different as well. Something pure, something brilliant, something like him. He opened his mouth on instinct, almost covering her entire shoulder. The moment she turned around, a sensation he had never felt came over him. He was pleased, as if he had devoured the whole world and there was no room for even a drop of blood. She passed out and he returned to his normal state, looking scared at the girl. The rest was history.

She stares at the clown, her eyes determined and shining with confidence. The smile on his face fades, feeling a silly shiver run down his spine, but his teeth reappear when he realizes that fear was still present there.

When the girl sees the man's abnormal smile, her fear becomes stronger, she feels her lower lip quiver and her eyes fill with water. She looks down at the floor, trying to ignore the growing sense of helplessness. A sob rises in her throat, causing her to release the trapped tears. She squeezes her hands, her fingers turning white with the force used.

In the middle of crying she managed form a sentence, a question that she wanted answered since seeing the clown for the first time.

"Why me?"

The clown's smile twists even more, his rabbit teeth sticking out of his mouth, which he couldn't close because they were too big. He shakes, as if happy, and turns his gaze to the girl's chest, staring at a spot just below her neck. He takes one of his hands from the door and places it at that point, pressing there, not too weak or too strong. She is startled by the contact, more tears streaming from her eyes and down her neck to the glove on her chest.

"'Why you?' That's a difficult question, sweets." He says, now looking the girl in his eyes. "You complete me." He continues, a light seemingly out of nowhere begins to shine in her chest.

She moves in the grip, wanting to understand what was going on. She wanted to ask more, she wanted to know everything, where he was from, what he was and, especially, what she was. She was sure there was something wrong with her, either it was all just hallucinations or it was real and the clown could really kill her at any moment. The conclusion of the hallucination had been ruled out minutes before, when the man outside had seen the wound he had caused. At that moment, she realized something, he had done nothing to herself, that scratch had been an accident, caused by her shaking too hard. If he would kill her, at least she wanted to die knowing something.

The surge of courage that had coursed through the girl's body made Pennywise bend back slightly, a little farther from her.

"Why do I have this light?" She asks, getting her face closer to the clown's.

The thing shrinks itself but still leaves its hand on the girl's chest.

"You're like me." he says, his smile fading from his face and being replaced by an angry expression. "When there was nothing in the void, four deadlights appeared out of nowhere, three of them are me. I thought that the turtle was it, but it looks like the fourth one is you. "He says, she could see the lights through the clown's mouth, just the glow coming out of his mouth.

When (Y/n) saw the lights, hers seemed to shine more brightly under the creature's hand. Her breathing quickened, her tears ceased, and it seemed that everything had stopped, as if time had frozen. She stares at the clown, trying to understand what was going on, but it seemed that he was confused too.

Pennywise opens his mouth slowly, his lips opening wider than they should be, countless rows of teeth covering his entire mouth. She knew she should be afraid, but she just stared, as if this were normal in her routine. The seconds went by and the clown's mouth opened wider, and finally she could see the three lights. The moment she made eye contact with them she was breathless, she tried opening her mouth to pull in oxygen, but she couldn't. When she tried to close her mouth, she couldn't do that either, it was as if someone was holding her mouth open. But it wasn't a bad feeling, it was like giving a long yawn. She felt something come from her throat, a strong heat coming to her mouth, a good heat.

The deadlights of the thing came out of his mouth as the girl's came out of hers. The (h/c) was able to maintain eye contact with the lights, paying attention to what would happen next. The lights stopped in front of each other, those of the clown swirled around themselves, and hers swirled in a circular motion. They came closer, meeting and bumping, but finally lined up, rotating the four of them together in a circular motion. Only a few seconds pass while the mortal dance took place, but to the girl, it seemed like an eternity, one she wish she could relive again soon, as strange as it was. When the lights parted, they slowly returned to their owners.

Pennywise feels his strength drain away, still falling to the ground with his monstrous mouth open abnormally. Meanwhile (Y/n) leaned against the door, felt her legs weak and a sweat, which she hadn't noticed, coming down her back and forehead, she felt extremely tired and strangely aroused. It was literally the feeling she had when she had an orgasm, only ten times stronger. She tried to hold on to the door but fell to the floor like the clown, exhausted and sweaty.

She realized that she no longer felt the fear she should feel, it was as if in front of her was her husband, not an ancient monster that fed on fear and probably on human flesh. Her feelings for the creature seemed old, as if she'd known him for years, as if his presence was comforting, different from what it had been before: extremely uncomfortable. She slowly recomposed herself, straightening her clothes and running a hand through her hair. She also realized that her panties weren't in a nice situation.

Pennywise tried to pull himself together too, returning his mouth to normal, unfortunately extremely slowly, that activity must have exhausted his strength like never before. He staggers to his feet, wanting to leave as soon as possible, but it is as if something wouldn't let him go. A tug on his chest urged him to stay there with the girl, hugging her, making her comfortable with his presence. But he had to leave, he didn't want to admit that this had happened, that he was linked to a human.

When the girl managed to calm her breathing, she looked for the thing, looking around, but realized that he was gone. She feels her heart break, an immense pain coming from her chest. She didn't know why and but she began to cry, cringing to the floor, pulling her legs to her chest and resting her face on her knees. She didn't want to accept it, but she couldn't stop thinking that she wanted him there.