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canislupus-exe · 11 months

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In Your Corner | bill denbrough

>>gif credit to @/beenchillin on tumblr<<

fandom | IT: Chapter One

character | Bill Denbrough

reader | (disabled) they/them (she ver.)(he ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | cursing, ableism

word count | 1,131

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi! Could I request a Bill Denbrough x disabled!reader? Where Richie compares (y/n) to a bike and tries to ride their wheelchair while (y/n) is still in it- and bill tells him to fuck off? I just think bill would understand 🥺💕

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You hummed quietly as you pushed against the wheels of your chair. Approaching your best friend’s driveway was the only way you could hang out with him, seeing how inaccessible his front door was. If you thought too hard about it, it didn’t give you the best feeling in the world, so you tried not to.

You saw him sitting on the floor, sketching in his notebook somewhat mindlessly. Upon hearing your quiet hum, he flipped a few pages ahead to a blank one. Looking up at you, he squinted from the sun shining in his eyes but smiled.

“H-Hi (Y/n). You’re the f-first to get here so we can wait for everyone else.” He said, standing up and moving to the couch his dad had put in the garage a few months ago. He realized how much more inclined he was to hang out there now that he was friends with you.

His parents were lovely, but he started to pick up on the sudden stiffness and overall negative feelings you had when they said certain things. About how they were sorry and glad Bill was so kind, which he was. It was one of his greatest qualities, but it was as if they only thought he was your friend because he was so kind.

“That’s alright. What were you drawing?” You asked casually, backing your chair into the space of the wall that was just the right fit. You remembered when he moved aside a table so he could sit next to you. It was one of the moments that made you feel your heartbeat in your stomach, as he so often did.

“Oh, n-n-nothing. Just practicing shape l-language for objects.” He replied, sitting on the cushions in a way that made it easier to look at you.

“Really? What are you trying to learn to draw?” You asked. He shrugged.

“Nothing in p-p-particular. I just think it’s a g-good skill to have.” He replies, closing his sketchbook and setting it aside. You smile and nod.

“Do you know when the other Losers plan on joining us?” You asked leaning on the arm of your chair.

“Right now.” A voice called from behind. You looked over your shoulder to the garage entrance, watching Richie, Eddie, and Stan enter. You smiled and waved, which only Stan returned.

“What are we doing here? You never told us.” Eddie says, sitting on the far end of the couch. You were never sure why, but he always seemed much more tense. You could come up with a few reasons, but they weren’t good ones, and you hoped those weren’t the case.

“J-J-Just a movie night. I made popcorn and st-ocked the drinks.” Bill replied. You begin to self-propel toward the fridge in the far left corner of the room. You looked inside, seeing mostly cokes and water. You opted for the latter.

“Plus, if we run out, we can hop on (Y/n)’s wheelchair. They’re basically a bike.” Richie says with a snicker, placing both his feet on the back of your chair and causing you to become unsteady. You yelp in surprise, immediately swatting him off. You turn your chair to face him, a look of panic on your face.

“What the fuck Richie?” You shout. He raises his eyebrows.

“What?” He asks, lacking a single modicum of self-awareness. You’re so flustered and upset that you find it difficult to articulate your feelings. Bill stands up from the couch, stepping between Richie and yourself.

“Y-You can’t say shit like that Richie!” Bill exclaims, his ears turning red from anger as they always did.

“Why are you guys freaking out?” He asks, raising his arms in exasperation.

“C-Comparing (Y/n) to a bike? You don’t get why that’s f-f-f-fu-fucked up!?” He shouts, finding it harder to speak due to his anger.

“No? It was a good thing. Bikes are cool and they’d be helping us to the store.” He replied.

“It’s fine Bill. Don’t worry about it…” You mumble, trying to maneuver around him.

“N-no (Y/n) I am w-worried about it,” Bill says, turning to look at you. There was a look in his eyes that made you feel warm and safe.

“They said don’t worry about it so I think-“

“Fuck off Richie!” Bill yells as he whips his head around to stare at him, not a stutter in his voice. Richie backs away with his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever dude.” He mumbles, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.

You were thankful Bill was so quick to defend you, but the confrontation still made you uneasy and guilty. You wheeled your chair out of the garage and onto the driveway, stopping when you heard Bill coming after you.

“Where are you g-going? Are you ok-kay?” He asks, walking by your side. You sigh and stop wheeling yourself forward. You say nothing at first trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. Bill walks in front of you, so he can see you while you talk, a simple gesture but something so thoughtful.

“You’re the only one who treats me… Well, normal… Richie always has something to say, Eddie avoids me like he’s going to catch something and I just… I hate it.” You mutter, folding your hands in your lap. Bill sighs as he crosses his arms.

“I w-wish there was more I could do. I t-t-tell Richie all the time to quit his shit but he-“

“It’s not you Bill. You do more than enough. Sometimes it feels like you’re the only person I have in my corner.” You say, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiles, his eyes holding that same shine that made you feel so warm and safe.

“Y-You know, that’s exactly how I feel.” He replies. You tilt your head in confusion. Bill rubs his neck bashfully before shrugging.

“You’re the only one who ever t-tells them to stop making fun of my s-st-stutter. Sometimes it feels like y-you’re the only one in my c-corner.” He replies. You smile, a warm glow rushing to your cheeks.

“We can be in each other’s corner.” You reply, giddily grabbing his hand. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve done before pulling back.

“S-Sorry I was just-”

“No! It’s okay!” He grabs your hand again, this time intertwining your fingers. “I l-like being in each other's corner.”

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He chuckles and locks his pinky around yours.

“P-Pinky promise.” He replies.

“Now let’s go watch the m-movie. If Richie says anything else I’ll j-just kick him out.”

“Since when are you Mr. tough guy?” You ask with a giggle.

“S-Since I had to be in someone’s corner. I-it’s a tough job you know.”

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 2 years

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Bill Denbrough Masterlist

Truth Or Dare

happier

#imagine #imagines #x reader #oneshot #it #it 2017 #it 2019 #it x reader #it chapter two #it imagine #it oneshot #bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough #bill denbrough oneshot

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billdenbroughsgirl · 9 months

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nap time ♡ bill denbrough

♡ pairing: bill denbrough x fem!reader

a/n ♡ first tumblr post! i’ve been writing fics for a few years now, but i’ve started to really like my work & want to share it! please send requests !

♡ summary: reader goes to bill’s baseball game, and afterwards, they fall asleep cuddling <3

♡ word count: 376 :)

♡ one week ago ♡

you climb onto the bed, and lie your head on bill’s chest, your cheek against his shirt. “i missed you.” you mutter lazily. he’d been at one of his baseball games, and you’d been bored out of your mind at home. “it’s buh-been an h-hour.” he replies, his hands moving to your head, starting to play with your hair. “a very long hour.” you hear him chuckle softly. “muh-maybe you should c-come next t-t-time.” he suggests. “really?” you lift your head from his chest and look at him. he nods, a small smile on his face.

you bounce on your heels, waiting for bill to come over to the bike rack, where you’d agreed to meet. after what feels like forever, you spot him walking towards you. “bill!” you exclaim, running towards him with your arms out. you see a smile light up his face, and he stretches his arms out as you reach him. “that was so cool!” you say, your voice muffled by his arms around you. “y-yeah?” he asks, and you nod. “mhm! you’re really good.” he kisses the top of your head, “th-thank you,” before pulling away from the hug, “you r-ready to go?” he asks, and you nod. the two of you walk the short distance to the bike rack. you hop onto your bike, a cherry red cruiser with a woven basket, and bill gets onto silver.

you’re lying on your back on bill’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. “hurry up!” you call out, partially joking. a moment later, he opens his bedroom door, and you sit up. pulling a ringer tee over his head, he says “j-jesus christ, y/n, be puh-patient.” you shake your head. “i was! you just take forever in the shower!” he rolls his eyes, but you can see a small smile on his face. “yeah, oh-okay.” he walks over to his bed, and you move so he can get comfortable. lying down on his back, he motions you back, patting his chest. you smile, and lay your head down, closing your eyes. “‘m gonna take a nap,” you mumble sleepily, feeling his hand on your head, stroking your hair. “a-alright. s-sleep well, y-y/n.” you smile. “you too, bill.”

#bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough #bill denbrough oneshots #it (2017)#bill denbrough x you #it x reader #it 2017 x reader #losers club x reader #jacob barber x reader #jacob thrombey x reader #bill denbrough x fem!reader

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mydreamsaremynightmare · 30 days

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Masterlist (Updated)

Hey!! I'm so sorry for being gone so long and not updating anything. Life has kinda sucked, but it's getting better slowly but surely. HOPEFULLY, I might start posting again, but I have changed some things. So here are the updated people/things I write for!

Started: 3.31.24

Last updated:----

Stranger Things

Oneshot, Imagines, Reactions, Fluff, Angst

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Max Mayfield

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Eleven

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Eddie Munson

BTS

Oneshot, Imagines, Reactions, Fluff, Angst

Kim Namjoon (RM)

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Min Yoongi (Suga)

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

Park Jimin (Jimin)

Kim Taehyung (V)

Jeon Jungkook (Jungkook)

Date Night

Stray Kids

Oneshot, Imagines, Reactions, Fluff, Angst

Christopher Bang (Bangchan)

Lee Min Ho (Leeknow)

Seo Chang Bin (Changbin)

Hwang Hyun Jin (Hyunjin)

Lee Felix (Felix/Yongbok)

Kim Seung Min (Seungmin)

Yang Jeongin (I.N.)

Oneshot, Imagines, Reactions, Fluff, Angst

(Older & Younger)

Richie Tozier

Disant pt. 1 pt. 2

Beverly Marsh

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

Mike Hanlon

Bill Denbrough

Stanley Uris

This is going to be who I write for for now, unless you have any suggestions/requests and I will either give it a shot or say I won't be able to do it. ALSO, I might try and do text posts for some of these!

Love ya Chickadies <3!

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losers-club-hcs · 9 months

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Helping Hands

Word count:1.7k

Warnings: description of minor wounds

About: Stan didn't expect to meet Bill especially not in this way but after helping him out after a biking accident he finds himself wishing to spent more time together.

A/N: I got impatient at the end so its a bit rushed 😅

Stanley Uris never really knew much love, at least not the kind of love he wanted to experience. Sure, his parents loved him, but even that felt fake at times, no Stanley wanted to feel desired, he wanted to hold a special place in someone's heart, a place reserved for him and him alone. The type of love that would bond their souls, wispy tendrils reaching out and tying together, becoming solidified. Although Stanley yearns for this love he never thought he would get to experience it for himself, only able to stare from afar, reaching out for something he could never have.

That was until he met him. Stan has seen him around before sure, but he's never really known him. Perhaps this was destiny, an event that had been unknowably predetermined by the universe since before he was even born, perhaps there is no such thing as fate, only consequences of actions. That was neither here nor there; however, the topic of fate versus free-will is a debate that Stanley is concerned with at the moment.

The meeting, in Stan's eyes, was one of the best things to happen to him so far in his life, the meeting that shaped his future in more ways than he could ever know.

It was a normal day, stan recalls nothing particularly exciting had happened and he was content with the state of content he found himself in. His mood, however, was quick to change when it happened.

The school day was nothing interesting, same old teachers, same old classmates, same old boring assignments, no, it was what happened after the school day that flipped the whole day on its side.

Stanley had been walking home from school, bike at his side, taking in the afternoon breeze when he heard it, a loud crash, followed by a dull smack of skin on concrete, trust him Stanley has taken enough tumbles to be familiar with the sound. Snapping his head down from the sky, where it had been positioned previously, he took in the concerning scene. A bike, laying on its side, looking a little beat up but nothing too concerning, what was concerning however, was the boy on the ground his hands and knees firmly planted on the concrete of the sidewalk, a bike crash Stanley determined and a pretty bad one too based on the state of the boys hands, which had been raised to the boys eye level to assess the damage. Stanley's immediate thought, being a very morally inclined person, was to assist the boy, or at the very least ask him if he was alright, so he did just that.

"Are you ok, that looks pretty bad" Stan inquired, but immediately backtracked knowing that the boy was in fact not alright, his palms and fingertips were covered in bloody scrapes with small rocks embedded into his skin, Stanley assumed his knees were in a similar state.

The boy gazed up at Stanley following his question, "i'm alright I th-think, thanks" he lied, his voice laced with faint traces of pain, his face showed similar signs of pain, a grimace painted on his mouth and scrunched eyebrows simply proved Stanley's theory, this boy was not ok even if he said he was

Stanley, deciding to call him out, spoke, "well you're obviously not ok, I mean do you see the state of your hands?" Stan asked, a small chuckle, lacking any humor, made its way out of his lips. Stan knew the boy would need some form of medical attention, knowing that he would feel guilty if he simply walked away from this, he decided to provide it himself, his house was just down the street anyway, and it was the least he could do, " come on, my house is just down the street those hands really need to get disinfected, probably your knees as well they're most likely scraped up too", Stan offered, while not giving the boy much room to argue.

"Oh, no it's ok it's not that bad, my house isn't too far from here, don't worry about me" the boy dismissed Stan's offer, probably not wanting to be a burden.

" that wasn't a question, that needs to be taken care of, my house is closer anyway and i'm offering to help you, so come on, I can push your bike", Stan's voice held no traces of irritation, simply firmness, he wasn't about to just abandon him there.

The boy's eyes narrowed in contemplation." You're sure it's not an issue, I don't want to be a burden or anything" the words coming from the boy's mouth made Stanley sigh, " why is this kid so stubborn? "

"I am one hundred percent positive you won't be a burden, now stop being stubborn and let's go" walking towards the boy as he spoke he grabbed his arm and pulled the boy off the ground, not wanting to cause further pain by grabbing his hand. After the boy was steady on his feet he grabbed the boys bike, along with his own and started off to his home, looking back to make sure the boy was following him

Stan's gaze snapped the boy out of his trance, quickly limping towards him to keep up. After a few seconds of uncomfortably silence Stan broke the tension with a question "my name's Stan Uris, yours?"

"Bill,Bill Denbrough" came the boy's response.

"Well Bill Denbrough, what happened to cause a crash like that?" Stan referenced the event that brought them to this point.

"Think it was a rock or something, i'm not quite sure", Bill answered the question, voice relaxed now that the tension was broken.

"Must have been some rock, I mean with that amount of damage you'd have thought it was a Boulder or something", Stan's joke earned a laugh from Bill, and Stan smiled at the boy in return. Looking ahead Stan realized that his house was just a few steps away and informed Bill of this fact. When he got close enough to the front steps of his house Stan gently placed both of the bikes on his lawn putting his kickstand down, but not seeing one on Bill's bike, he simply set it on the ground.

Stan gestured for Bill to follow him as he claimed the concrete steps in front of his house, opening the door for him to walk in first. Stan walked in behind him and closed the door. "My rooms just up the stairs" said Stan, moving towards the stairs, Bill said nothing in return but nodded his head in response. Walking up the stairs and down the hallway Stan came face to face with the door of his bedroom. His hand grasped the knob twisting it and pushing it open, stepping inside he held the door for Bill who stepped into the room cautiously.

"Take a seat on the bed i'll just go grab some disinfectant and stuff, it'll just take a minute" Stan informed the boy staring out the door to his bathroom, when he arrived he opened up the cabinet and retrieved the needed supplies from within, disinfectant spray, gauze, and medical tape he also wet a rag with warm water to wipe off the dirt and rocks on Bills hands and knees. Stan rushed back to his room, not wanting Bills injuries to go untreated any longer than they already have. He quickly returned to his bedroom entering once again and approached his bed, where Bill was sitting.

"Alright, give me your hands, I'll do those first and then your knees" Stan gestured to Bills hands. Bill obliged and Stan got to work, taking the wet rag and gingerly running it over Bills hands feeling sorry as Bill hissed in pain "sorry" Stan apologized before returning to the task at hand more gently this time first removing all the dirt and rocks from that hand before moving on to the other. There was a comfortable silence between the two only broken by the occasional sounds of pain from Bill and subsequent apologies from Stan. Satisfied with the cleanliness of Bills palms and fingers Stan then moved on to Bills knees. Stan placed a hand on bills calf raising his leg up slightly in order to get a better angle. Following the same routine he had for his hands gently swiping the rag across his skin untill All the debris disappeared. Stan made quick work of cleaning Bills knees, "now its time for the hard part, the disinfecting" Stan warned, knowing that it wouldn't be pleasant.

"Its fine, it won't be that bad" Bill reassured

"That's what you think, this stuff burns pretty bad",Stan informed, shaking the bottle of disinfectant spray if front of Bill Stans words were not at all reassuring.

"I can handle it" Bill said teasingly. To which Stan replied,

"If you say so", Stan raised the disinfectant spray to Bills knees and spritzed the wounds, trying his best to be quick. Once again Bill hissed in pain, the burning feeling worse than he thought it would be.

"Told ya" teased Stan.

"Oh hush, it's nothing I've had worse" Bill joked back.while the disinfectant was doing its job of disinfecting, stan applied some to Bills hands, earning the same sound of pain, this time was worse though, the injuries on his hands were worse than his knees "sorry" Stan said apologetically, before setting the bottle down and picking up the gauze and tape. Placing the gauze onto the injuries on bills knees, long strips of tape holding them in place. His hands required a diffrent approach, wrapping the gauze around his hands and fingers and then taping it into place securely.

"All done" said Stan, standing up from his previous kneeling position.

"Thanks" Bill spoke with appreciation tworads Stans actions.

"Its no problem, I'm just glad I could help" Stan reassured.

"Hey stan… would you wanna hang out sometime or something?" Bill asked, working that Stan would refuse his offer.

"Oh… yea sure just call me and I'll be there" Stan spoke, glad that Bill had asked the question that he himself had been contemplating on asking.

The two boys made their way downstairs and to the front door, goodbyes were said and plans were made. Bill reluctantly left Stans house, grabbed his bike and pushed it to his own home.

One thought was on both boys minds, "he's really cute".

#it #losers club #bill denbrough #it 2017 #fanfic #stenbrough #richie tozier #stanley uris #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #oneshot

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creepswrites · 1 year

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❝ CREEPS ‣ HE/IT ‣ REQUESTS OPEN ❞ ‣ ALL WRITING ‣ MASTERLIST ‣ VIEW RULES AND REGULATIONS BELOW TO REQUEST!

I. ❝ RESTRICTIONS ❞

‣ The following themes are PROHIBITED: racism, homophobia, transphobia, inc*st, ped*philia, illegal age gaps, extreme/harmful fetishes and kinks, r*pe, self-h*rm, suic*de, & extremely graphic abuse/depictions of abuse.

‣ Topics such as mental illness, violent scenes, and mention/depiction of abuse may pop up on occasion and will be properly tagged. While violent scenes may occur, I try to avoid topics I know to be upsetting to read as well as topics I myself find upsetting.

‣ I will NOT write smut with underage muses of mine, even if the reader is the same age.

‣ I will write for AMAB, AFAB, TRANS, and GN READERS! If you have specific pronouns for your reader request, make sure to state those! I always default to gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified :)

‣ Please do NOT repost my writing anywhere! Ask to translate, do not unless I have given explicit permission for you to do so.

II. ❝ THEMES ❞

‣ Common themes I write for include but are not limited to:

fluff / slice of life

angst / darker themes

nsfw / smut

violence

multi-chapter stories

‣ I do write reader x canon OR canon x canon, so long as it does not violate any of my restrictions! I can be picky about what canon x canon pairing I write for though, it has to speak to me.

III. ❝ REQUESTING ❞

‣ I reserve the right to deny any request for any reason.

‣ Do not spam/pressure me to write! I write for what inspires me in the moment. Requests will be completed when I have the time.

‣ Requests sent when they're closed will be discarded!

HEADCANONS | 1-3K ONESHOT | 4K+ ONESHOT

‣ Headcanons : Five character max, one character min. If the headcanon prompt is specific enough, it can be combined with a small drabble! These vary in length/detail. Unless characters for headcanons are specified, I'll likely write as many/as few as I feel inspired for! Usually within the same fandom/theme, so long as they fit the prompt given!

‣ 1-3k Oneshot : These vary in length & detail depending on the material provided. If requesting, please specify, otherwise I default to headcanons. These can take me longer than headcanons so I take requests for them more sparingly.

‣ 4k+ Oneshot : Meant for more specific scenarios with lots of ideas & content involved! I rarely do these unless I'm particularly inspired by the prompt given. Usually, 4k+ is reserved for long-term story chapters.

IV. ❝ MUSES ❞

‣ Michael Myers : Halloween (1987, RZ, & 2018/Kills)

‣ Jason Voorhees : Friday the 13th

‣ Bubba Sawyer & Thomas Hewitt : The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

‣ Brahms Heelshire : The Boy (2016)

‣ Billy Lenz : Black Christmas (1974)

‣ Vincent Sinclar, Bo Sinclair, & Lester Sinclair : House of Wax (2005)

‣ Stu Macher & Billy Loomis : Scream

‣ Leslie Vernon : Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

‣ Pyramid Head : Silent Hill

‣ Carrie White : Carrie

‣ Danny Johnson, Anna, & Amanda Young : Dead by Daylight ‣ You may ask me to try any DBD character though!

‣ Corey Cunningham : Halloween Ends (sparingly)

‣ Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers : Stranger Things (sparingly)

‣ Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom : IT (1990, 2017 & 2019) (sparingly)

‣ ICON + HEADER ‣ COVER IMAGE ‣ LAYOUT INSPO

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #horror writing #halloween 1978 #house of wax #black christmas #behind the mask #the texas chainsaw massacre #friday the 13th #the boy 2016 #carrie 1976 #dead by daylight #silent hill #scream #halloween ends #stranger things #it 2017

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emxisms · 10 months

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｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:☆

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

What I will write:

✧ Fluff

✧ Headcanons

✧ Oneshots

✧ Multi-Chapter Stories

✧ Angst

What I will not write:

✧ Smut

✧ Any triggering topics.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:☆

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

𝕲𝖑𝖊𝖊 ⬎

✧ Sam Evans

✧ Quinn Fabray

✧ Finn Hudson

𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝖂𝖆𝖝 ⬎

✧ Bo Sinclair

✧ Lester Sinclair

✧ Vincent Sinclair

✧ Carly Jones

✧ Nick Jones

✧ Wade

✧ Paige Edwards

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 ⬎

✧ Rick Grimes

✧ Daryl Dixon

✧ Carl Grimes (Seasons 8+)

✧ Michonne

✧ Maggie Greene

✧ Glenn Rhee

𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑 ⬎

✧ Sam Winchester

✧ Dean Winchester

✧ Castiel

✧ Rowena Macleod

✧ Charlie Bradbury

𝕿𝖊𝖝𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖜 ⬎

✧ Tex Sawyer

✧ Bubba Sawyer

✧ Vilmer Slaughter

✧ Richter

✧ Thomas Hewitt

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖞 ⬎

✧ Brahms Heelshire

✧ Greta Evans

✧ Malcolm

𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ⬎

✧ Eddie Munson

✧ Jonathan Byers

✧ Argyle

✧ Jim Hopper

✧ Joyce Byers

✧ Steve Harrington

✧ Nancy Wheeler

✧ Robin Buckley

✧ Chrissy Cunningham

𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ⬎

✧ Jasper Hale

✧ Edward Cullen

✧ Carlisle Cullen

✧ Alice Cullen

✧ Bella Swan (Vampire & Human)

✧ Rosalie Hale

✧ Emmett Cullen

✧ Esme Cullen

✧ Charlie Swan

𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 ⬎

✧ Stu Macher

✧ Billy Loomis

✧ Sidney Prescott

✧ Tatum Barber

✧ Randy Meeks

✧ Gale Weathers

✧ Tara Carpenter

✧ Sam Carpenter

✧ Ethan Landry

✧ Kirby Reed

✧ Chad Meeks

✧ Danny Brackett / 'Cute Guy'

✧ Quinn Bailey

✧ Wayne Bailey

𝕴𝕿 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔 ⬎

✧ Richie Tozier

✧ Beverly Marsh

✧ Eddie Kaspbrak

✧ Bill Denbrough

✧ Stanley Uris

✧ Mike Hanlon

𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 ⬎

✧ Gloria Prichett

✧ Haley Dunphy (Adult)

✧ Phil Dunphy

✧ Claire Dunphy

✧ Dylan Marshall

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good-doctor-imagine · 4 years

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Crush (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Summary: Bill doubts that you like him because you’re flirty around everyone but Richie is determined to prove him differently.

Requested by anon: “hii! could you do a fic where bill has a huge crush on the reader and reader is very flirty w/ everyone and the losers are trying to get bill to ask y/n out? i was also thinking about using the prompts “Wow, a great idea, but I’d rather die.”, “OH you’re jealous!”, and “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” ty”

Word Count: 3.4k

Warning(s): swearing, mention of parents arguing, the word daddy, not proofread

Bill could not be more obvious when it comes to his crush on you. Every time you talked to him, his face would light up like his tree on Christmas. His stutter would be significantly worse to the point where he has to take a breather. When you were ever in the vicinity, he would just stare at you longingly.

His crush on you might be a surprise to some. You weren’t necessarily a part of the losers club but you were nice enough to talk to them. Bill made it a point to apologize to you every time someone gave you trouble for hanging out around them, but you always brushed it off. You weren’t that worried about your image anyway, you just wanted to have fun with friends.

Any time you sat with the losers club at lunch it would always be hectic. You were known for being a bit flirty interacting with others. Instead of being reserved like a lot of people, you were pretty hands-on.

“Oh, Richie is this a new shirt?” Without thinking, your hand came up and grabbed the collar of Richie’s floral-patterned button-up, rubbing it between your fingers.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You like it?”

“It looks cute on you,” You smiled back, a giggle leaving your throat before you retracted your hand.

While you weren’t best friends with Richie, both of your personalities mixed well when you were with each other. You both would try to one-up each other somehow when it came to flirting but you would always change the subject if Richie started making crude jokes.

Along with your physical affection, a few months ago you decided to give all of the losers their own pet name. Eddie’s is cutie, Richie’s is handsome, Ben’s is angel, Stanley’s is prince, and Mike’s is hot stuff. When Beverly lived in Derry, you would always call her love.

To his dismay, Bill didn’t really get a pet name. You always used different ones: babe, sugar, pumpkin, precious, literally anything you came up with. Bill would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a bit jealous when it came to the affection you showed the rest of the losers.

Bill wasn’t in the best of moods and the rest of the losers noticed. Stanley attempted to cheer him up a bit but he didn’t really know what was wrong with him. That was until you met them. They were in the losers clubhouse when you decided to climb in. They were a bit surprised because they only showed you the location once but you managed to memorize the way there. Plus, Richie secretly invited you to spend time with them that day.

“Hey sweet cheeks, glad you could make it,” Richie grinned, head peeking over his comic book.

You smiled back at him. “Thanks for inviting me, Handsome.”

Although he was happy (albeit a bit nervous) that you were there, Richie’s pet name made his eyes roll. His mood was dropping by the second. Richie made sure to keep his eye on Bill as you made your way towards him.

“What’cha doing?” You asked Bill, leaning over his shoulder to see what he was writing.

His face started to heat up as he angled his arm to cover some of the paper. Bill didn’t want you to read what he was writing, even if you liked it. There was always the possibility of you not enjoying it or lying that you did.

In the other corner of the room, Richie was smiling widely but hid his face behind the comic book he was pretending to read. Step one was complete.

“Hey, sweet cheeks, want to read with me?”

Just like that, Bill’s face was drained of color, all of the red beginning to form disappeared. Your head swiveled towards Richie, to see what he was talking about. You were almost hesitant with your actions, your hand lingering on the back of Bill’s chair as you left.

Richie didn’t even try to hide his grin when you sat next to him in the hammock, the small space making you sit practically on top of him. You sat with Richie for quite a while, not having to worry about being kicked off because Eddie wasn’t there. While you were genuinely reading the comic, Richie’s eyes were glued on Bill, soaking in any reaction he could get.

“Richie, are you still reading this page?”

Your voice shocked him out of his trance. “Sorry, baby, I’m a slow reader. When you’re done with a page, you can just tap me and I’ll turn it.” Richie made sure that whenever you tapped him from them on, he would turn the page as he said. When it came to his next move, Richie was thankful that Bill was facing them, a large frown present of his face.

Being the cheesy bastard he was, Richie stretched his arm out as he yawned and gently maneuvered his arm to rest behind your head. You looked up at Richie and rose an eyebrow at him in question. Usually, Richie would just flirt with his words but this time, he wanted to get a reaction.

And he was successful. Bill was very expressive when it came to his emotions, even if he didn’t want to be. As soon as Richie’s arm was over your shoulder, Bill’s jaw clenched and the pen in his hand was starting to bend from the amount of force he was exerting on it.

Luckily enough for him, you actually had to leave not long after the incident. You apologized to the group for not being able to stay long (which they didn’t mind anyway) before leaving the clubhouse with a proud trashmouth and an angry best friend.

When Richie figured you were far enough that you couldn’t hear them, he set his comic book down and peeked over at Bill who still looked as annoyed as before.

“What’s up Bill?” Richie teased, although he tried his best to come off as genuine, “You look like someone killed your cat.”

Bill’s face scrunched up as he faced his friend. Bill knew well why he looked upset but he wasn’t sure if he wanted the other losers to know. “It’s nothing. Just can’t think.”

The trashmouth rose his head as if to say he understood, making Bill turn his attention back to the paper in front of him. Richie didn’t want the situation to die from there, his main goal was to get a reaction from Bill and he wasn’t going to stop until Bill admitted that he had feelings for you.

“Wasn’t Y/n cute today?” Richie sighed, his body sinking into the hammock. He smiled as Bill’s head shot up at your name. Bingo.

“What do you mean?” Stanley questioned from the corner of the room, his eyes steady on Richie as if he was studying him.

“Ah, I don’t know,” Richie sighed again, “It’s just they looked really cute today, don’t you think, Bill?” Bill couldn’t help his breath from getting stuck in his throat as everyone’s eyes landed on him.

“I-I think Y-Y-Y/n looks c-cute e-e-every d-day.”

Shit! I wasn’t supposed to say that! I was supposed to say they looks the same as every other day, dumbass!

In an instant, Richie’s face lit up in amusement. This was going better than he planned. Sitting up so he could see Bill fully, he decided to continue egging on his best friend.

“Oh, really? Which outfit do you like the best? Personally, I think the outfit they wore to school yesterday was my favorite. Like everyone was staring at them—”

“Shut up, Richie,” Bill shot at him, his upper lip curling as he sneered at his friend. He wasn’t going to lie, you did look good yesterday and, yes, everyone was staring at you but that didn’t mean they should. Thinking about everyone looking at you makes Bill’s stomach turn, especially if it was Richie.

“OH you’re jealous?” Richie laughed, his eyes wide as he sent a crazed look to his blushing friend. The other losers were deathly quiet and they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

“What are you talking about?” Bill tried to act dumb, squinting his eyes at Richie’s antics.

Bending over in the hammock, Richie let out a heavy laugh. “Can you believe that, Stanley? Big Bill has a crush!”

Stanley bit his tongue as his eyes shot between his two friends. Whatever was happening, he did not want to be in the middle of it. Bill couldn’t even hide his embarrassment, his face was bright red and his mouth was open to speak but nothing was coming out.

“H-H-How,” Bill stumbled. There was no way he could lie to his friends, not all of them were idiots.

“It’s so obvious,” Richie pointed out after wiping the tears from his cheeks. “You’re head over heels for them. You’re practically drooling at every move they make.” Bill was speechless, shocked by the bluntness of his friend. “You should just ask them out already.”

Now that is what smacked Bill out of his shock. There was absolutely no way that he could do that. You didn’t even like him like that. “W-Wow, a g-g-great i-idea, but I’d r-rather d-die,” Bill scoffed, his eyes landing on the ground.

Richie tried not to deflate from his friend’s depressed attitude. “Why not?”

“I m-mean, th-th-they’re a-amazing but they don’t l-li-like me like th-that. I don’t th-think they e-even like m-me a-as much as y-y-you guys.”

“What makes you think that?” Stanley speaks up, raising his eyebrows at Bill as he thought about his relationship with you. It was like all of his insecurities were coming back to bite him in the butt.

“Well,” Bill mumbled, his voice becoming softer. He felt almost too embarrassed to admit it. “I-I don’t e-e-even have a-a ni-nickname.”

Richie’s retracted, putting a hand on his chest to be dramatic. Stanley was still calm, beckoning for Bill to explain.

“I-It’s hard to t-t-tell if th-they’re e-even into me b-b-because it’s like th-they’re into e-e-everyone. P-Plus, you a-all have n-n-nicknames. Richie, th-they call you H-Handsome, and St-Stanley, they call y-y-you Prince. W-What do they c-c-call me? B-Bill. I think it’s o-o-obvious e-enough.”

Richie couldn’t help but feel a bit disheartened by his statements but he knew what he was talking about. Bill was right to feel that way, you were a bit flirtatious by nature and you did have a nickname for everyone in the group but him.

However, Richie could see how much you cared for him. Even if you were talking to Richie, your focus would be on Bill. He saw the way you could always position yourself so you could see Bill and the way your eyes would be glued to Bill as Richie tried to talk to you. It may be hard for Bill to realize your feelings but it was always obvious to Richie.

Despite wanting to shoot Bill’s negative thoughts down, Richie held his tongue. If he said anything, he knew that Bill would deny him. You liked him; Bill needed to hear it for himself and Richie was determined to help his friend realize it.

The next day, Richie called you and asked if he could come over. Out of curiosity and confusion, you said yes. Richie and you might shoot jokes at each other every now and then but you two never really spoke out of the group. If he needed to talk to you privately, it must be something important.

When he finally arrives, you make sure he’s okay first by scanning over him. For all you know, he could have gotten into a fight and you were the only person he could call. You quickly realized that absolutely nothing was wrong with him when he shot you a grin.

“Wow, checking me out so early in the morning?”

“Shut up Richie,” You dismissed him but you couldn’t help but smile at his playfulness. That was part of the reason why you two got along so well. “Why are you here?”

Before he said anything, Richie looked around to make sure no one was around him, specifically any of the losers. “Can I come in?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you opened the door slowly, suspicious of what he was going to talk about. The loud mouth not saying anything until he was inside where no one could hear him but you was a bit nervewracking. It took a little bit for Richie to get settled, choosing to sink into your couch the moment he stepped into the living room.

“Now can you tell me why you’re here?”

“Tell me, what do you like about Bill?” Richie asked, his tone light like he was a proper mother (part of him felt like he was).

It took more than you thought to keep yourself from shaking at his question. How in the world did he know? No, you didn’t try to hide it but you just assumed that everyone would be oblivious to your feelings because you acted close to everyone. Richie saw right through you.

“H-How did you–”

“You’re just like Bill, I swear,” Richie sighed, cutting you off. You were standing in front of him as still as ice. You were frozen and sweating by the sudden anxiousness that coursed through you. “It’s really pretty obvious as long as you pay attention. I’m not dumb, y’know?”

Part of you tried not to laugh at his last statement, your mind flashing back to the time in class when he questioned why letters were involved in math. When Richie cleared his throat, you realized your situation. You could fully admit that you like Bill and face the consequences and the teasing or you don’t admit that you like Bill, have to keep lying, and still face and consequences and the teasing.

“Fine, I like Bill,” You admitted, “But it’s not just because he’s really cute okay? He’s a genuinely nice person and he’s really funny. Actually, he’s the only person I feel like I can really laugh with. Not only that but he’s also a really talented wri–”

“Okay, okay!” Richie interrupted, waving his hands up, “I didn’t ask for a whole essay!”

You went quiet and hung your head, trying to hide your embarrassment. By no means did you want to rant about Bill to his best friend, especially Richie. There’s no way you’re not going to be teased now.

“Look, I know Bill likes you too–”

“Really?” Your head shot up, eyes lighting up in excitement. Was he serious? Bill really liked you back? This is like a dream come true.

“Oh my god,” Richie grumbled, smacking his forehead, “Are you blind? Anyway, that’s not why I’m here. Bill feels like you don’t like him because you don’t have a pet name for him.”

Your face scrunched up as you stared at Richie, shaking your head to him to explain.

“Everyone in the group has pet names, even Beverly and she’s not even here anymore. He just feels left out because of it. And he’s as stupid as you and can’t take a hint.”

You ignored the last part of his confession and thought to yourself. You give just about everyone a pet name, it is a way that you show your affection but it felt kind of weird to do that with Bill. Bill was someone you seriously cared about and you didn’t want to show him the same affection as everyone else. He was someone you liked differently.

However, you can see how that could look bad on your part. Not giving him a nickname like everyone else could make him feel different, and not the good kind of different. You tried out a few on him here or there but none of them felt right. He was special to you and you felt like the pet names you gave everyone didn’t fit him.

“You’re right, I am an idiot. I didn’t even realize…” You trailed off as you thought about how Bill has acted strangely the past few weeks. Every time you went to hang out with his group he was always paying attention to you, watching your every move. You’ve been using your nicknames for them a lot recently, especially since you’re finding yourself wanting to sit with them more, and every time you would say hi to Bill without a nickname of his own, his mood would sour.

As you sank to the ground in disappointment, Richie’s smile grew. Richie swore he was a mastermind as he would see all of the puzzle pieces falling into place. Maybe in the future, he should become a matchmaker– no. He can’t even handle his own problems, let alone ten more. Plus, he’s not that good with customer service.

“Don’t worry too hard.” Richie’s smile was as big as it could get as he watched you look up at him defeated. “I’ve got a plan.”

Monday was going terribly for Bill. The start of his day was like no other, brushing his teeth and getting dressed. When he went downstairs, though, his parents started to argue again. It had been a while since their last argument and he finally thought that they were over it now, but they seemed to go into the same routine.

He tried to leave as soon as he could but in that rush, he forgot to grab his rain jacket. Lucky for him, it started to rain on his way to school! By the time he arrived, Bill was thoroughly soaked and had to ask for another change of clothes.

When he got the clothes, however, he wished that he never asked for them. He was given an annoyingly bright yellow stained T-shirt and some ripped jeans muddled with dirt. Despite his protests, the office ladies were quick to convince him into changing.

He didn’t even look at you that morning, too embarrassed by how he looked to interact with you. You didn’t really care, Bill looked cute regardless of the stained clothes he was forced to wear.

Out of everything, Bill was not looking forward to lunch. Normally, he would be elated that you were going to spend time with the club but he felt something off. Even this morning, he could feel your eyes lingering on him. Maybe he was just overreacting, but Bill was starting to get anxious.

While he was staring off in space, you snuck up behind him, glancing at Richie as you leaned next to Bill’s ear.

“Hey, daddy.”

Almost instantaneously, the water in Bill’s mouth spewed across the table, causing for Richie to jump out of his seat. While Richie was holding up his hands in disgust, Bill was busy coughing from the water he accidentally inhaled. You were shocked at his reaction but you eventually started to laugh, amused by his reaction.

When he was done coughing, Bill sent Eddie and Richie an apologetic look.

“S-Sorry Bill,” You tried to settle down but giggles kept escaping your throat. “I didn’t expect you to react like that.”

Bill looked at you, his eyes wide. “W-Wha-Why?”

You looked over at Richie, making sure it was okay to tell Bill but he was too distracted trying to dry his clothes.

“I just thought you looked really cute,” You shrugged, hoping Bill would go along with it. You weren’t exactly lying, Bill did look really cute. Bill didn’t shrug it off this time, instead his eyes squinted at you as you continued to ramble. “See!” You pointed at Bill’s face as he pouted a bit, “You’re just so cute it’s hard to resist– I mean, you can’t really blame me, can you?”

“W-W-Wait,” Bill stopped you, blinking as he tried to process what you were saying. “A-Are you fl-flirting w-w-with m-me?”

“You finally noticed?” Richie shouted, throwing his arms up as he looked at Bill incredulously. He felt good that Bill was finally realizing your feelings, but he definitely did not expect being spit on as payment.

You smiled as BIll’s mouth hung open, his eyes not moving from yours. He was shocked, that was for sure.

“A-Are you serious?” Bill spoke up although his voice was quiet.

“Bill, I’ve liked you for a while.”

“B-But I th-thought y-y-you–”

“Richie told me that you didn’t feel like I liked you because I didn’t give you a nickname, so I gave you one!” As Bill stumbled over his words, you were grinning, amused by how he was frozen by such a simple action. “So, I’ll see you later for our date?” You asked, your eyebrow raising.

Bill didn’t think that his face could get any warmer but it did. He felt like dying, sweat starting to roll down the palms of his hands. “D-D-Date? L-Later?”

“Yeah,” You confirmed, nodding your head. Before you left, you patted his shoulder and sure to send him a wink. “See you after class.”

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cocastyle · 4 years

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Despite It All

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 2,442

Warning - none

Prompt - (request by @big-dick-denbrough ) Hi! I love your writing and was wondering if you have the time could you write a young bill denbrough x reader? Where bill gives the reader some clothes so she can stay over. And before they go to sleep he's being all cutesy kissing the reader and her neck and just being sweet and clingy. And he falls asleep nuzzled and cuddled up on the reader's chest. Over all just wholesome fluff. 🥰

A/N - quarantine is kicking my butt and all I want to do is just see my friends again and be able to finish my senior year :(( is that too much to ask? in the mean time though I’ve been able to catch up on quite a bit of things and finally painted/rearranged my room and finished some other things I’ve been trying to finish for a while now. I thought I would take a break and write up this request which is super cute!! I hope you all like it!

requests are open so if you all would like something send it to my inbox please :))

The soft pitter patter of rain and the sound of colored pencils grazing across paper was all Bill could hear as he sat at his desk late one night, his sketchbook lying in front of him. He had his concentration face on as he drew, a soft smile taking over his features as the drawing came even closer to being finished.

It was a drawing of a young girl, her h/c hair flowing behind her while she gazed back at the viewer from behind some sunflowers in her hands. This drawing was supposed to be for his girlfriend Y/N. He knew that she had been having some trouble lately with nightmares and he had wanted to cheer her up with a drawing of his.

She had always gushed about his art, saying it was nothing like she had ever seen before. Bill couldn't tell him she was saying that just to be nice, but he didn't care because the way she looked at the art and then to him had him believing it. He had drawn many pictures for her before, but it had been a while since the last drawing he had given her. That led Bill to thinking that giving her a drawing might make her feel better.

Bill was just about to finish with the sunflowers and move onto the last touch details of the hair when a knock had him jumping in his seat. If it had been from his door, he probably wouldn't have even thought twice about it, but the knocking was coming from his window which also happened to be on the second floor of his house.

He found his green eyes flickering over to the window and he was quick to slam his sketchbook shut before rushing over to the window. On the other side was none other than his girlfriend Y/N who had her head lowered as the rain rolled off her already drenched body.

Bill didn't even hesitate to throw his window open, his eyes taking in the girl in front of him as a worried look crossed his face. "Y/N?" he whispered and that was when her e/c eyes flashed up to lock with his.

Bill's breath hitched in his throat just like it did every time he saw her eyes and he would've lost his ability to breath as well from just how beautiful she was if it weren't for the fact that she was crying, her tears mixing in with the rain.

It didn't look like the girl was in the mood to talk so Bill just gave her a soft smile and held his hand out for her to take. Y/N gently took it and Bill couldn't help but smile wider at the feeling of her hand in his, his whole body warming instantly as it always did whenever he held hands with his girlfriend.

Bill helped the girl climb inside and was quick to bring her to the nearest bathroom. Luckily his parents had already gone to bed, so he didn't have to worry too much about being caught but he was still quiet just in case.

He left the girl standing by the bathroom and returned seconds later with not only a towel but a pair of his sweatpants and one of his t-shirts as well. "Here," Bill whispered as he handed the items to the girl. "G-G-Go rinse off and warm yourself up so I don't have to worry about m-m-my girlfriend dying from hypothermia."

He sent the girl a teasing smile, but all Y/N could muster was the small upturn of her lips before she had turned and walked into the bathroom, leaving Bill to stare after her in concern.

Bill was sitting on his bed with a worried look on his face by the time Y/N came back and he quickly jumped up onto his feet at the sight of her. It took a second for him to process that she was standing there with his clothes on and once it had, he couldn't help but stare at her agape, his cheeks reddening slightly. How had he gotten so lucky to have a girlfriend as pretty as Y/N?

Her tears were gone now, but her eyes were still a little red as she looked down at the floor embarrassed. It took Bill but a second to put together what must've happened and he sighed before taking a few quick strides across the room.

His arms were wrapping around the girl almost instantly and Y/N was quick to react, balling her hands into fists around his shirt as she tucked his shoulder under her chin. Bill nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck with his arms tight around her waist and he held her like that until he finally felt her begin to relax more and more.

Bill pressed a soft kiss to the girl's neck, smiling softly once he felt her begin to smile against him. He held onto her a little tighter and inhaled her scent once before letting out a sigh of content.

"Another nightmare?" Bill finally asked, his voice warm and comforting despite the heavy topic.

Y/N was silent for a moment as her grip on the boy tightened. She had been getting nightmares ever since the end of the summer and the horrors with It. The nightmare was always the same thing with Pennywise torturing her before realizing it wasn't working and moving onto Bill and her other friends.

They were tortured before her very eyes until It was sure the girl was afraid. Then he would kill them and there was nothing she could do about it, her screams being what woke her up every night. Their screams of pain were what kept her up for the rest of the night, echoing through her ears despite it having been nothing but a dream.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and whispered, "Yes."

That was all Bill needed to hear and he frowned before pressing another kiss to her neck and pulling away to look at her. "You w-w-want to sleep over for the night? I can set an alarm so that we make s-s-sure you're gone before my parents wake up," Bill suggested.

Not wanting to be a bother, the young girl was about to deny, but the hopeful look in Bill's eyes was enough to have her slowly nodding her head. A huge grin broke out on Bill's face at that and he was quick to hug the girl around the waist again, picking her up and spinning her around once out of pure excitement.

Despite all the worry and sadness that had been looming over her, Y/N felt her heart soar as laughter bubbled up through her chest. Bill always had this affect on her and maybe that's why she tended to come to him when her nightmares got too much to handle.

The nightmares were tough for her, but Bill always knew how to get her mind off of it enough to let go and feel happy. He was the light of her life, so it was really no surprise that after only having met him this summer and a few months of dating each other she was already falling in love with him.

Bill Denbrough could do that to a person—make them fall in love with him with just a simple smile—and Y/N sometimes wondered if he knew he had that type of effect on people.

It wasn't long before the two found themselves sitting on his bed, each of them sitting facing each other with their knees touching. Bill was doing everything in his power to keep the smile on Y/N's face and it was only when he felt himself begin to run out of things to say merely because he was becoming to entranced with the girl that he averted his gaze towards his desk where his sketchbook sat.

"I-I-I want to show you something," Bill suddenly said earning a confused look from the h/c haired girl. Bill only gave her a small smile in return before pulling himself up off the bed and heading over to his desk. He returned to her a moment later with his sketchbook in hand and flipped through the pages as he sat back down on the bed.

"I-I-I was going to give this to you when I was done, but I g-g-guess I can give you a little preview," Bill said, a small nervous smile on his face as he handed the sketchbook over to his girlfriend.

Bill watched in a nervous silence as Y/N gently took the sketchbook from him before allowing her gaze to fall on the drawing. She stilled almost immediately, her eyes flickering over the drawing as they began to widen slightly. Bill couldn't quite read her expression and that only made him more nervous as time went on.

But then she was looking up at him, her eyes still wide before a smile of disbelief appeared on her face and she whispered, "I love you."

It was Bill's turn to freeze at that. The couple had never said those words before. It's not that they didn't feel that way because they did, but neither had ever been the first to utter the words. But now it seemed like Y/N was the first one to have enough courage to say it.

Bill's heart was thumping in his chest so loudly that he could hear it in his ears, his face reddening so much that he could feel the heat radiating off of his face. His smile started out small before it slowly began to grow, his eyes flickering over the girl's face in disbelief.

"I love you too," Bill whispered, still in shock from the fact that Y/N L/N loved him. If this was a dream, he really didn't want to wake up.

Before Y/N could even blink, Bill had grabbed the sketchbook and tossed it aside before tackling the girl back onto the bed. Laughter escaped the girl's lips and she quickly had to quiet herself so that Bill's parents wouldn't wake up. Bill was smiling so wide as he showered her in kisses, the girl's face getting redder by the second as Bill kissed every inch of her face.

"Bill, stop!" Y/N whisper exclaimed between laughs.

Bill paused and propped himself above the girl as he grinned down at her. "What? All I'm doing in showering my girlfriend with my affection," he said before going down and kissing her cheek, making the girl blush more than she already was.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh and Bill pulled away to look at her with that goofy grin of his, his eyes sparkling as he stared down at the girl that had stolen his heart.

"I love you," Bill said, making sure to put emphasis on each word so that Y/N knew just how much he meant it.

The grin she gave him almost made him swoon at the sight, his heart beating so fast that he thought he was going to have a heart attack. "I love you too," she whispered, her hand coming up and gently cupping his cheek as she smiled at him.

Bill was quick to duck his head down and capture the girl's lips with his own, propping himself up above her while Y/N's hands slowly went up to his neck so that she could pull him down more. It was a soft and gentle kiss, one that made each of them feel like they were in cloud nine. Kissing Y/N still gave him the same feeling he had got the first time he kissed her and Bill knew that this feeling would never grow old.

Bill pulled away to look down at the girl and he bit his lip before shyly looking down and asking, "C-C-Can we cuddle?"

Y/N let out a small laugh at that and was quick to pull the boy all the way down on the bed with her, an action that made Bill chuckle softly before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his side. He was quick to nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck, pressing a soft kiss there before relaxing against her and letting out a content sigh.

Y/N blushed almost instantly and was silently thankful that Bill couldn't see her face. Wordlessly, the girl brought her hand up and began to run a hand through Bill's hair while he pressed another kiss on her jawline before nuzzling into the crook of her neck even more.

The two laid like this for a while until each of them were barely able to keep their eyes open. It was only then that Bill let out a soft yawn and pressed one more kiss to the girl's cheek as he whispered, "I know this past summer wasn't the best, but I'm still thankful because it gave me you."

Y/N went silent at that, her hand freezing momentarily before she continued to run her hand through the boy's soft hair. This summer may have been terrible, but not all of it was. After all, she had met all the Losers this past summer. She had met Bill.

A soft snore was what pulled the girl out of her thoughts and she glanced down to see that Bill had fallen asleep with his head nuzzled into her neck and his arms tightly wrapped around her waist. Y/N let her eyes flicker over the boy's face for a moment and she smiled softly as she admired the boy.

Gently brushing some hair out of his face, Y/N pressed a small kiss to Bill's forehead before whispering, "I'm thankful too.”

Bill was still fast asleep so he couldn't hear her, but for a moment it was like he could because he smiled a little more and tightened his grip ever so slightly on the girl. Y/N kept her eyes on her boyfriend with a small smile on her face until she too fell asleep holding onto the boy.

That night was the night that she knew that despite everything that went wrong with the summer of 1989, she always would be thankful for it—for that was the summer she met Bill Denbrough and not even It could ruin her love for him.

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hoewkeyesblue · 4 years

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talk to me

✿ — requested by: anon

✿ — pairing: bill denbrough x reader

✿ — summary: bill has nightmares and can’t sleep. reader knows he needs to talk to her to finally get rid of those terrible dreams.

✿ — word count: 947.

✿ — warnings: angst, sleep deprivation, briefly mention of suicide.

✿ — notes: after so long without writing anything, I finally felt inspired to write this. it’s unbetad and I honestly don’t even know how I did manage to write it, but I’m pretty satisfied. hope all of you like it.

✿ — song: talk to me by cavetown.

✿ — links: requests rules | masterlists | prompt lists

It started about two weeks ago.

You and Bill were drinking some wine while talking about your past. It was the first time he ever mentioned his little brother, George, who had died years and years ago. That night you met a side of Bill you never know that existed; your boyfriend was shaking, stuttering.

“Bill, my love, you don’t need to tell me… Everything’s fine”, you told him but he didn’t listen.

“Something bad happened that year, I just can’t remember what. I had some amazing friends back then, people used to call us the Losers. At some point, we started to call ourselves that too, we didn’t mind much. Stan, Bev, Richie, Mike, Eddie, Ben… God, I miss them so much right now. I loved them, I think I still do”, he was there with you but, at the same time, he was far, far away.

But it was only the beginning; after that, Bill had nightmares almost every night. He would wake up screaming, sweating, scared. Once you heard him asking “why him? Why him, why him, why him?” Your heart broke that night and you hold him tight, whispering “everything’s gonna be alright”.

It was when the sleep deprivation began.

Bill just assumed he couldn’t sleep or his demons would hunt him down. He spent almost four days avoiding sleep, always with a cup of coffee or some energetic. He would fall asleep while writing – or trying to write – his books and then would wake up with his heart racing.

“You’re killing yourself, damn it!”, you screamed last night, tired of seeing him walking around like a zombie. He stopped and looked into your eyes, exhausted, and then moved to the kitchen. Didn’t say a single word.

Today, you came home from work with a sedative recommended by the pharmacy owner himself. You told Bill to take a pill, but he took three and you didn’t sleep because of that; he was asleep, finally, but you were worried and needed to check his breathing every fifteen minutes.

It was four in the morning when you fell asleep too.

You didn’t sleep much, though, because Bill woke you up by screaming at 6.

“Babe… wake up. It’s okay, everything’s okay, babe”, you whispered by his ear, holding him tight. He kept groaning and saying stuff you couldn’t understand. “Bill? Love, I’m here with you. I’m here, okay? You’re sleeping, Bill, it’s just a bad dream.”

But you couldn’t wake him up for about five minutes and were worried sick when he opened his eyes, breathing heavily as he cried out.

You felt so relieved that he was awake.

“Oh, my God, love… are you okay?”, you asked, still worried, holding his face with both of your hands.

“I wouldn’t wake up, Y/N… I thought… fuck… for a second I thought I was back there for real. And I saw… I saw him...”, he panted, shaking. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. It’s too fucking much, I’d rather die than revive that day. I’d rather die, I’m not fucking kidding.”

“Don’t say that, Bill, please. Please. Tell me what it is, we’ll figure it out together, I know we will”, you almost begged, fear coming back hardly. You didn’t know what you would do if Bill tried to… no. He wouldn’t.

“If I tell you, you’ll never forgive me”, he avoided your eyes.

“What make you think that, Bill? You can trust me, I would never turn my back to you”, you whispered, caressing his cheek.

“If I can’t forgive myself, how could you?” He was so hurt you could almost feel his pain too.

“We’re harder with ourselves than with other people, Bill… Just take this weight off your shoulders. Talk to me, love. I’m here and I’m willing to share this burden with you, whatever it is.”

Bill stared at you for almost an entire minute, his eyes full with tears and fear. His body was still shaking and his lips were trembling.

“My brother died because of me”, he said so quickly you forgot how to breath for about five seconds. “I said I was sick because I didn’t want to go out and play with him, so he went by his own and never came back. All I can think is… if I wasn’t so fucking selfish, if I had gone with him he would still be here. I know he would’ve loved you and he’d come over every time he could. Only if I haven’t lied.”

And, again, your heart was broken. You breathed heavily, taking his cold hands with yours, caressing them while looking into his guilty eyes.

“Love, I know it’s hard to believe someone words when they’re not judging you as hard as you’re judging yourself, but I’ll be honest with you. I love you. I love you a lot and I’m sure George loved you too, he still do, actually. I’m not much of a believer, but I know that he’s still here in some place and he doesn’t hate you or even think it’s your fault”, you said in a soothing tone. “You were just a kid, my love, just a kid. It wasn’t your fault, Bill. I know it, George knows it and I bet all your friends at that time knew it too. No one judges you, you’re loved and I promise you’re nothing but an amazing person.”

Bill wiped his aching tears and held you tight, sobbing quietly as you pet his hair. None of you said nothing for almost an hour, you just hugged each other until he felt like everything was okay. And it was, you would show him.

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canislupus-exe · 11 months

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In Your Corner | bill denbrough

>>gif credit to @/beenchillin on tumblr<<

fandom | IT: Chapter One

character | Bill Denbrough

reader | (disabled) he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | cursing, ableism

word count | 1,131

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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“Oh, n-n-nothing. Just practicing shape l-language for objects.” He replied, sitting on the cushions in a way that made it easier to look at you.

“Really? What are you trying to learn to draw?” You asked. He shrugged.

“Nothing in p-p-particular. I just think it’s a g-good skill to have.” He replies, closing his sketchbook and setting it aside. You smile and nod.

“Do you know when the other Losers plan on joining us?” You asked leaning on the arm of your chair.

“Right now.” A voice called from behind. You looked over your shoulder to the garage entrance, watching Richie, Eddie, and Stan enter. You smiled and waved, which only Stan returned.

“Plus, if we run out, we can hop on (Y/n)’s wheelchair. He’s basically a bike.” Richie says with a snicker, placing both his feet on the back of your chair and causing you to become unsteady. You yelp in surprise, immediately swatting him off. You turn your chair to face him, a look of panic on your face.

“What the fuck Richie?” You shout. He raises his eyebrows.

��What?” He asks, lacking a single modicum of self-awareness. You’re so flustered and upset that you find it difficult to articulate your feelings. Bill stands up from the couch, stepping between Richie and yourself.

“Y-You can’t say shit like that Richie!” Bill exclaims, his ears turning red from anger as they always did.

“Why are you guys freaking out?” He asks, raising his arms in exasperation.

“C-Comparing (Y/n) to a bike? You don’t get why that’s f-f-f-fu-fucked up!?” He shouts, finding it harder to speak due to his anger.

“No? It was a good thing. Bikes are cool and he’d be helping us to the store.” He replied.

“It’s fine Bill. Don’t worry about it…” You mumble, trying to maneuver around him.

“N-no (Y/n) I am w-worried about it,” Bill says, turning to look at you. There was a look in his eyes that made you feel warm and safe.

“He said don’t worry about it so I think-“

“Fuck off Richie!” Bill yells as he whips his head around to stare at him, not a stutter in his voice. Richie backs away with his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever dude.” He mumbles, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.

“I w-wish there was more I could do. I t-t-tell Richie all the time to quit his shit but he-“

“Y-You know, that’s exactly how I feel.” He replies. You tilt your head in confusion. Bill rubs his neck bashfully before shrugging.

“We can be in each other’s corner.” You reply, giddily grabbing his hand. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve done before pulling back.

“S-Sorry I was just-”

“No! It’s okay!” He grabs your hand again, this time intertwining your fingers. “I l-like being in each other's corner.”

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He chuckles and locks his pinky around yours.

“P-Pinky promise.” He replies.

“Now let’s go watch the m-movie. If Richie says anything else I’ll j-just kick him out.”

“Since when are you Mr. tough guy?” You ask with a giggle.

“S-Since I had to be in someone’s corner. I-it’s a tough job you know.”

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 3 years

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happier // Bill Denbrough

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: breakups, headache, angst, slight stalking, sadness

we broke up a month ago

your friend’s aren’t mine, you know, i know

you’ve moved on, found someone new

one more girl who brings out the better in you

Dating Bill Denbrough was one of the happiest summer’s of your life. You spent every day with him and his friends, growing closer to them every day. The five of you were inseparable. That was the greatest summer you’ve ever had. You thought nothing could ever tear you apart. You loved Bill, and he said that he loved you. He seemed to mean it too. But after everything, how could he?

and i thought my heart was attached

for all the sunlight of our past

but she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty

does she mean you forgot about me?

When the summer ended and school started again, something happened. Something changed. Bill seemed distant. He was rarely around you anymore, and no one would tell you why. You tried to still be friends with Stan, Richie, and Eddie, but since they were always with Bill it was hard. He rarely talked to you for the first few months of school. But then, Georgie disappeared. And suddenly he was back. Clinging onto you, not knowing where else to turn to. And you took him back. Brushing it off as nothing.

oh, i hope you’re happy, but not like how you were with me

i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go

so find someone great, but don’t find no one better

i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

It was the last day of school. And some part of you hoped that maybe things would go back to the way it used to be. Maybe Bill wouldn’t be so distant. Maybe the tension between everyone would disappear, and you would finally have your friends back. But after the final bell rang, Bill pulled you aside, and said he didn’t want to be with you anymore. He wasn’t ready to be with someone right now. It hurt, but you went with it, wanting him to be happy. Maybe, someday when he was ready, he would come back.

and do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?

an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean

remember when i believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

It turns out he was ready to get back into a relationship sooner than you thought. You were biking through Derry, trying to waste the day away, when you saw him with Beverly Marsh. She was riding behind him on his bike, hugging him closely. And seeing them together hurt. That was supposed to be you. You were supposed to be with him, not her. You wanted him back. Part of you was happy that he was happy again, but you wanted him to be happy with you, not someone else.

and now i’m picking her apart

Like cutting her down make you miss my wretched heart

but she’s beautiful, she’s kind, she probably gives you butterflies

They were together all the time now. It’s like they were inseparable, like how the two of you used to be. Richie, Eddie, and Stan were there too. It’s like she took your place. She stole your friends. Your life. Everyone you’ve ever loved. It was all hers now. And there were two new people who you didn’t know. It was as if he wanted everyone except you around. He left you and moved on, finding new friends, and someone new to love. And the worst part was, you couldn’t even hate Beverly. She was amazing, beautiful, and one of the nicest girls you’ve ever met. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t hate someone as perfect as her.

i hope you’re happy, but not like how you were with me

i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go

so find someone great, but don’t find no one better

i hope you’re happy, i wish you all the best, really

You saw them kiss. They were really together now. This was really happening. The small shards of hope you had of getting back with him were disappearing. You were happy that he found someone who made him happy, but it still hurt. Was he happier with her? Were you not good enough for him? Why did he leave you? Did he love her all along? Hundreds of questions flooded your brain as you quickly pedaled away. You couldn’t bear to see them together any more. It hurt too much.

say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

and think of me fondly when your hands are on her

i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

“You’re with her now, aren’t you?” you asked Bill as you walked towards him.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling softly.

“She makes you happy, doesn’t she?”

He nodded, smiling once more.

“Does she make you happier than I did?”

He didn’t answer this time. Tension grew between the two of you as he avoided your question. At that moment Beverly walked over to the two of you, a bright smile on her face as she ran over and wrapped her arms around Bill.

“Hey! You’re y/n, right?”

You nodded, trying to wear a fake smile.

“I’m Beverly,” she said, smiling at you, draping one arm over Bill.

“Nice to meet you.”

“So what were you two talking about?” she asked, her smile never faltering.

“Nothing really, just catching up. Anyways, I should get going now. Bye,” you muttered softly before getting on your bike and leaving.

Even though he didn’t answer you, you knew what he meant. He was happier with her. She was better for him than you were. And no matter what you did, nothing would ever change that.

i hope you’re happy, just not like how you were with me

i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go

so find someone great, but don’t find no one better

i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

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icannott · 4 years

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No More Words (Bill Denbrough x Reader)

Requested: yep!!! for a writers block induced ficswap with the lovely @denbrough-byers who wanted some bill with the prompt “stop. please, stop.” “stop what?” “stop calling me your best friend.” “why?” “i don’t need to be constantly reminded of the fact that’s all i’ll ever be.”

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Warning: one little swear word

a/n: please please PLEASE send in more requests y’all!!!!!!

gif cred belongs to @imultifandomstuff

Bill Denbrough was your closest friend. Ever since you moved to Derry in sixth grade, you and Bill just... clicked. When you couldn’t stand your family, you could be found at his house. When the nights got too rough for him, you two would climb onto your roof and look at the stars until he wasn’t shaking anymore.

Over the course of three years filled with these nights, days, and whatever else you two would spend with each other, Bill had to admit, he developed a crush on you. He kept it a secret. He liked the friendship he had with you, and Lord knows what would happen if the rest of the losers or you found out.

But when Beverly joined the losers, she could tell right away. After she finally managed to get it out of him, she teased him relentlessly. This only proved to worsen his crush.

It had been another one of those nights. This time, he had known you were having a bad day, and his suspicions were confirmed when the clock hit eleven pm and he saw you climbing onto your rooftop.

He snuck out of his house and when he biked into your driveway you called down, “You don’t have to!”

“I w-want to!” he called back, voice slightly deeper from his exhaustion.

You rolled your eyes, but he couldn’t see. He did grin when he saw you climbing back in your window to let him in.

You two were silent as you guided him in, careful not to wake your siblings or parents as you followed the usual routine to get to that blissful night air. When you both had finally settled on the roof, he laid back and closed his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have come,” you giggled, propping your knees up and hugging them to your chest.

“I wanted to,” he hummed, words tired and slurred together.

You rolled your eyes with a sweet grin. He opened his eyes with a sigh. “Wh-What’s wrong?”

You just shrugged, looking out at the houses of the neighborhood.

“You know y-you can tell m-me-me any-anything.”

“I know,” you said softly, so soft that he could barely hear it over the breeze that swept through his ears.

And then you broke. He heard you take a shaky breath before you started talking. More family problems, and some spark-up at school. And despite his sleepiness, he listened to every single word that left your lips and watched your face as tears streaked down it. You smiled sheepishly and sarcastically as you vented, and he could hear his heartbeat faintly in his ears as he watched your expressions.

When you were done he said, “People suck.”

You laughed incredulously, “I know!”

“I-I know it’s t-tough,” he sighed. “We can’t pre-pretend l-l-like it isn’t. But th-there’s no one better i-in Derry to f-feel th-this w-way.” You arched an eyebrow. “You-You’re s-so much stronger th-than half th-the people here. Y-You’re gonna get through this. I kn-know you can.” You gave him a sweet smile.

“Thanks, Bill,” you said softly again, looking back to the stars. He closed his eyes again and started drifting even further off as he heard some wind chimes clink in the distance. He wondering if they were from his house.

“You’re my best friend, Bill,” you sighed, stirring his resting and making his heart ache, as they always did at those words.

“Stop,” he said lazily without thinking about his words. “P-Please stop.”

“Stop what?” you asked, surprised.

“S-Stop calling me your b-best friend,” he sighed.

“What?” you laughed. “Why?”

“I-I don’t ne-need to be con-constantly reminded that th-that’s all I-I-I’ll ever be.”

Your eyes immediately widened and your heart immediately started pounding. Then he realized what he said and sat up.

“Uhhh..,” he trailed.

You immediately shook your head furiously, “Nope. Nu-uh.” He gave you a questioning look. “You can’t take it back.”

“Damnit,” he grumbled.

“No, no, no,” you grinned. “Now we’re gonna talk about it.”

He groaned, throwing his head back and laying back down. You giggled and plopped down next to him. He turned to face toward you.

“So when did this all start?” you hummed.

He rolled his eyes, his face now burning with embarrassment.

You rolled your eyes right back. You gave it a few seconds of thinking before you blurted, “I like you, Bill.” He snapped his gaze back up to yours. You were still smiling. “So if you wanna talk about the more than best friends thing while you’re still conscious, now’s the time.”

He huffed as his brain processed your words.

“I-I don’t like w-words.”

“Huh?”

But before you could even think to prod and poke at his emotions more, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss. It was lazy and tired, but it was still sweet and gentle all the same. When you separated, you gave him a wide-eyed smile at his still flushed face.

“Never mind,” you hummed, leaning your forehead against his. “I don’t like words either.” He laughed before giving you another pleasant kiss.

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