#gerogie denbrough

[cryptidko]

Decided to post some of my art to tumblr, my comms are open btw. This one is a redraw of my first ever digital piece, made all the way back during 2017.

2022 -> 2017

(5 years of improvement.. damn)

#it 2017 fanart #it 2017 georgie #redraw #fanart #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #commissions open #my art #it 2017 #gerogie denbrough #art from one of our fictives btw

[victorious-criss]

Requiem

Ships: Stenbrough... kinda Age: 13 but Georgie is 6 TW: Death, Suicide, D E H

Georgie sat in his brother's room looking at all the books and drawings. He heard people outside and down the hall grieving for Bill. Everyone was sad for him but why? He wasn't even sad that his own brother was dead. "Why should I play this game of pretend? Remembering through a second-hand sorrow?" Georgie asked looking out the window to see Beverly light a cigarette. "Such a good son and wonderful friend oh don't the tears just pour." he scoffed as he watched his brother's friends cry and his boyfriend sob.

"I curl up and hid in my room. Here in my bed still sobbing tomorrow! I could give in to all of the gloom." he said watching people dressed in black cry and pray. "But tell me, tell me what for? Why should I have a heavy heart why should I start to break in pieces? Why should I go and fall apart for you?" he tried to keep quiet bu wanted to yell. "Why should I play the grieving boy and lie? Saying that I miss you and that my world has gone dark without your light?" he asked throwing a picture of him and his brother to the side and falling onto his bed. "I will sing no requiem tonight."

Zach sat in his office, Stan walked in watching the man chug another beer. "I gave him the world and he threw it away," he said not looking at his son's boyfriend but clearly talking to him. "Leaving these broken pieces behind him. Everything wasted nothing to say." he hissed looking at the gloomy surrounding that filled his house. "So I can sing no requiem tonight!" he sighed closing the boy's bedroom door.

Eddie and Richie sat next to a weeping Sharon who held her sons' suicide note. "I hear his voice and feel him near. Within these words I finally found him." She said smiling slightly at the note. "And now that I know that you are still here, I can sing no requiem tonight."

Georgie walked through the halls glaring at all the pictures that had Bill. "Why should I have a heavy heart?" he asked.

Stan leaned against Bills door tears rolling down his face "Why should I say I'll keep you with me?" he asked trying to stop the tears.

"Why should I go and fall apart for you?!" he yelled walking down the halls he saw his parents and the Losers silhouettes. "Cause when the villains fall the kingdoms never weep. No one lights a candle to remember. No, no one mourns at all as you lay them down to sleep." he said walking into the kitchen standing inches away from the basement door. "So don't tell me that I didn't have it right! Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white!" he said not seeing Stan walk up behind him and place a hand on the small boys shoulder.

Georgie was now sobbing. "After all he put me through don't say it wasn't true that he was not the monster-" Georgie tried to yell but his voice wouldn't let him. He remembered all the yelling and fighting his brother used to do.  "That I knew." he finished looking up to Stan who tried to smile but his tear stained face showed the truth about how much he missed his boyfriend. Hugging the small boy he kissed his forehead. "Cause I cannot play the grieving boy and lie. Saying that I miss him and that my world has gone dark -" he sobbed his voice breaking. "I can sing no requiem." Georgie said hiding his face from the world as he Sat in Stan's lap on the kitchen floor.  

#the losers club #stan uris #mike hanlon #richie tozier #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #stenbrough #gerogie denbrough #zach denbrough #sharon denbrough #dear even hanson #requiem #it fandom #it chapter 1

[quaranteend]

Bill, Jonathan and Georgie are now open in our Rp!

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[pixellent-blog1]

Georgie and a rainy day.

Photoshop vectors.

#it #stephen king #gerogie #georgie denbrough #derry #derrymaine #photoshop #illustration #flat #red balloon #drain #rain #vector #pen tool #gradient

[hellbvnt]

❛ 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩…

in retrospect, bill denbrough had a picture perfect life. he had parents who loved him and a brother who looked at him as if he’d hung the sun himself up in the sky. the very definition of a nuclear family!  to top it all off, he had great friends through and through. but once one thing happened to crack at the picture perfect lifestyle, there was  no coming back from it.

he lost his brother georgie, after he hadn’t been so nice to him in the first place. he went out on a rainy day by himself, so happy and bill just - didn’t say anything to him. didn’t even pay attention to him! but it was far too late for regrets because everyone was counting georgie out for the count, days turned into months which turned into a whole year of not seeing georgie. but he knew that it couldn’t be true, how could it? there was no way georgie was dead, he refused to accept it.

and in some ways, he was right. there was a part of gerogie still alive, but not in the way that bill might have hoped for. instead of finding georgie, he found an alien who was hellbent scaring the (literal) life out of these children. but with the promise of seeing his brother one more time, how could bill turn his back towards it? it wasn’t real, but it was still something. this was the very mindset that got them into some trouble but at the end of the day the losers club still came out victorious, even if their spirits had gotten crushed in the process.

after that all happened, everyone moved on. derry was just a distant memories - for 20 some years at least. they were called back and they had to face the killer clown once again, in many different forms. this time was more difficult, and they lost some friends on the way but at the end of the day, they still came out victorious and that’s what mattered right? except, he wouldn’t actually know the answer to that.

as soon as the neibolt house was crumbling to the ground, bill was thrown back into practically another dimension. with practically no memories - well, no memories regarding a certain entity that haunted him for years. it was like there was a clean slate! he had the good memories as a kid, just a do over if there ever were one. he recognizes the losers but doesn’t know why they’re in this place, or why he’s there - or why they have a permanent look like they’d been through something very serious.

once he left derry, bill went on to pursue a future in writing and he was doing pretty well for himself so far ! and what better place to write some scary books than a town that could only be described as a ghost town - the perfect setting ! but what he didn’t expect to see were the other losers, somehow they all found themselves here. and bill wasn’t going to try to find a reason as to why, because maybe a part of him knew he wouldn’t like the answer.

mans is suffering just a slight memory loss with some fabricated memories of his childhood. gone is the trauma of losing his brother, of being chased by a demonic entity and of course, gone is the memory of not just losing one childhood best friend but two.

#afm.intro #clown tw #death the kid

[themonsterinsidethemind]

More Georgie and Stenbrough

Ohana means family

"Alright class today we are going to draw pictures of our families and then we are going to share with the class."  Mrs. Marsh told her students.

Georgie Denbrough sat at a table by himself, just the way he liked it, smiling widely.  He couldn't wait to draw his family. He had a big one! Georgie got out his pencil pouch and a big sheet of paper.  He stuck his tongue out between his teeth as he focused on his drawing. He made sure to make Dad the biggest one out of everyone. He put Papa next to Dad and made sure they were holding hands.  Next he drew Uncle Ben and Aunt Bev holding hands. He made sure to make Aunt Bev's hair red. Then he drew Uncle Eddie and Uncle Richie holding hands. Lastly he drew Uncle Mike with his puppy. He sat at his table bouncing with excitement.  He couldn't wait to share his picture. He leapt up from his seat when he was called up. He held the picture out in front of him. 

"This is my Dad and my Papa, they are holding hands cause they are in love.  This is Aunt Bev she has really pretty red hair and Uncle Ben. They are in love too.  Then Uncle Richie and Uncle Eddie. Daddy likes to tell them they are in love and I saw them kissing once so they are holding hands.  And then my uncle Mike. He's super cool and knows all the superheros ever!" Georgie grinned.  

The other kids stared at him confused looks on their faces.  

"What about your mommy?"  A little girl yelled out.  

Georgie frowned.  "I dont have a mommy.  I have a Papa and Daddy, though sometimes I call him Dad."

"Everyone has a mommy stupid!  I guess your mommy hated you for not having two arms so she dumped you with a bunch of freaks."  The little girl yelled out and grinned when the class burst into laughter.  

Georgie stood there silently for a second before he burst into tears.  

Mrs. Marsh was trying to calm the whole class down as Georgie just kept crying harder.  

The teacher assistant, gently took Gerogie's hand and lead him out to the hallway.  Georgie was crying so violently he was gagging. The assistant took him to the nurse.  When Georgie got to the nurse he was still crying violently and he did throw up, which made him cry even more.  The nurse ended up calling Bill to come get Georgie.  

Bill rushed into the nurses office, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.  Georgie launched himself at Bill, shirtless because he had thrown up all over his shirt.  

"Oh baby, what's wrong?  Are you not feeling well?" Bill hugged Georgie to his chest rubbing the little boys back.  

"I'm a freak!"  Georgie screeched before bursting into fresh sobs.  Bill raised an eyebrow at the staff around him. The teacher assistant held up Georgie's picture and pointed at Georgie's lack of arm it suddenly all clicked for Bill.  

"Oh god no you aren't a freak."  Bill swayed with Georgie for a moment until Georgie stopped crying for but minor hiccups. He gently set Georgie down.  He knelt in front of Georgie. "Not everyone has the same family. Our little Ohana is different but its still…" He paused for Georgie to fill in the saying.

"Family.  Ohana means family." Georgie smiled shakily at Bill.  

Bill grinned.  "Exactly right baby boy.  Now, do you want to stay here?  Or do you need to come home with Daddy?"

Georgie frowned.  "I dont have another shirt.  And the one I had is all icky."

Bill smiled.  "I have extra shirts in the car but you don't have to stay if you don't want too."

Georgie took a deep breath.  "I think I'm gonna stay here.  Papa would be mad if I came home."

Bill smiled softly. "I'm so proud of you kiddo."  He leaned down and kissed Georgie's head. "Just stay right here and I will get your other shirt ok?"

Georgie nodded.  Bill rushed off to the car and came back with a plaid button up that would match Georgie's kakhi shorts.  He helped Georgie button it up and he folded one side to cover the missing limb. He helped Georgie wash his face, and gave him a big hug.  

"Do you want me to walk you back to class?"  Bill asked softly.  

Georgie nodded pulling Bill down the hall with him.  

Mrs. Marsh looked surprised to see Bill and Georgie.  The class was quietly working on a writing worksheet.

"I am so sorry Mister Denbrough…"

Bill held up his hand.  "Its not ok but things happen.  I think Georgie is ok now that we talked."

Georgie nodded.  He handed Bill his family picture.  "Will you take this home with you?"

Bill took the picture and nodded.  "Of course kiddo. You sure you're going to be ok?"

Georgie nodded.  "Yeah, I'm ok now Daddy."  He hugged Bill's leg. "Now go back to work slacker."  He repeated with a giggle something he always heard Stanley tell Bill.  

Bill chuckled and kissed Georgie's head.  "Aye aye captain." Bill helped Georgie to his seat before saying goodbye.  

When Bill climbed back into the driver's seat he texted the group chat a picture of Georgie's picture.  

'Ohana means family and you guys make Georgie a rockstar.  Thank you for loving him just as much as I do <3' 

#stenbrough

[eleventhdoctorsangel]

The devil within

A/n: well since people seem to like this here is part 2

Setting: IT 2017 but in modern day

We all left hell....I mean prison....I mean school and found some trashcans. The boys started to dump their supplies in the trash. “Best feeling ever.” Stan said. “try tickling you’re pickle for the first time.” Richie said. “I need better friends.” I said. “Well sweet cheeks we’re the only people that like you so looks like you’re stuck with us.” Richie said. I flipped him off. “What do you guys want to do tomorrow?” Eddie asked. “I start my training.” Richie said. “Wait what training?” Eddie asked. “Street fighting.” Richie said. I rolled my eyes. “Is that how you want to spend your summer playing video games.” Eddie said. “Beats spending it inside your mom oh.” Richie said trying to get a high five from Stan only to have him pull riches hand down. “What if we go to the quarry? Guys we have the barrens.” Bill said Ever since Gerogie died Bill has been trying to find his body. “Right.” Stan said. “Betty ripsom’s mom.” Eddie said. we all turned to look over. To see betty’s mom along with a few police officers one of which was Henry’ s dad. “Does she really expecting to see her come out of that school.” Stan said. “I don’ know. As if Betty ripsom has been hiding in home edc for the last few weeks.” Richie said. “Enough guys.” I said. “Do you think they’ll actually find her?” Stan asked. “Sure in a ditch somewhere all decompose. Covered in worms and maggots smell like the inside eddie’s mom underwear.” Richie said. “Richie enough!” I said. “Yeah that’s so not funny.” Eddie said. “She’s not dead she’s missing.” Bill said stuttering. “Sorry bill she’s missing.” Richie said. We all started to walk away from the trashcan and I felt an arm grab me and yank me back into another set of arms. I looked to see who it was only to my dismay it was Patrick. So Henry must have been the one to grab me. I watched as Henry grabbed the back of Richie backpack and yanked him which cause Richie to bump into Stan making them both fall to the ground. “Walk hot stuff.” Patrick said forcing me to walk over to Richie and Stan. Patrick bent down and picked up Stan’s yarmulke. "Nice frisbee flamer.” Patrick said. “Give it back.” Stan said. “Patrick give it back.” I said in hopes that he would give it to me. But he didn’t and threw into a passing bus. “Fucking losers.” Patrick said standing back up. When Patrick stood back up he just stared at me before grabbing my arm and following henry who bumped into Bill. Belch came up behind Eddies and bumped in his face which caused Eddie to get away from him. “You suck Bowers! Let her go!” Bill said trying to be brave. “Shut up Bill.” Eddie said. “You say something Billy. You got a free ride this year cause of your little brother. Ride’s over Denbrough.” Henry said getting closer to Bill till he was face to face with him. I noticed that Henry's dad was now watching us closely. “This summer’s gonna be a hurt train for you and your faggot friends.” Henry said before licking his hand and putting it to Bill’s face. I could hear Patrick laughing then Henry turned towards us and gave a nod towards Patrick. “Looks like you’re spending the afternoon with us hot stuff.” Patrick said as he started to dragged me to Belch’s car. “The fuck I am.” I said. I look over at the guys before I was shoved into the car by Patrick. I was sitting in the back between him and Vic. I don’t have a problem with Vic or Belch. I’ve actually talked to those two before was even partners with them in some school projects. Their both really nice and really smart. But Henry and Patrick that’s another story of another day. I looked at the guys all I could as Belch drove away from the school. “Well. well. Looks like yours ours now.” Patrick said. “그럴 리가.” I said. “What the hell does that mean?” Henry asked. “Look it up.” I said. “Probably something she learn form those Korean pop groups she listens to.” Patrick said. “Look who’s catching on.” Vic whispered to me causing me to smile.

#it 2017 #bill denbrough #richie tozier #edward kaspbrak #stan uris #Henry Bowers #patrick hockstetter #vic criss #belch huggins #it imagine #kelsee's works #Do not relog unless it's from me

[beep-beep-richie22]

What happens when another Gerogie goes missing? |Bill Denbrough| I love this stutterer!😘❤ -I finally finished it-

#bill denbrough #it movie 2017 #fan art #jaeden lieberher

[cowboy-crimez]

5 times stan tries to make bill blush plus the 1 time he succeeds

 stanley uris/bill denbrough

tags: modern!au, no pennywise, nothing is Bad Ever, technically it’s a thot stan au, teenaged losers club

@stenbrough this is less of a thot stan au and more of a thot in theory stan au but ty for saying it was okay to use some of ur hc’s !! they’re a hoot and a half

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brief a/n: im a minor/around the same as age the characters which is why i felt okay writing/posting this

1.

Stan doesn’t think he’s at all conceited or vain when he says that he’s attractive. At 17 he’s mostly grown into the lanky limbs that plagued his childhood, his face filled out to be nicely angular but still soft and kind. His hair is still curly but now he knows how to style it, knows how to make the curls fall across his forehead, almost into his eyes to make him look cute. The scars around his face from the time that a dog attacked him smoothed out over the years; instead of them being puckered, raised, and uncomfortable, they now lay flat, only paler than the rest of his face. Even those aren’t ugly anymore.

 So Stan doesn’t think he’s too full of himself when he says he’s attractive. And he doesn’t think he’s tooting his own horn when he says that a lot of people are attracted to him, want to date him, even. His only problem is that the one boy who he’s attracted too, and he wants to date, seems to be a fucking idiot.

 “Bill, can you help me with this?” Stan says, twisting a curl around his index finger. Bill nods, and leans across the table where the Losers are eating lunch. He looks down at the binder full of paper in front of Stan.

 “T-t-this is chemistry.” Bill says, looking up at Stan, “I’m shit at chemistry.”

 Fuck. “No, you’re not,” Stan says, biting the end of his pencil a bit. He thinks it gross, the metallic taste, and oh lord, the places the pencil has been. But apparently it’s cute. “Just try to help me, please?”

 Stan flutters his eyelashes a bit. He did it last week with a girl in his history class, and she turned red as a tomato. Bill looks at him, tilts his head. For a second, Stan thinks he finally has him.

 “D-do you have something in your e-e-yes?”

 Stan sighs. Out of all the boys in the school, it had to be Bill.

 2.

 I really commit and sacrifice so much for style, Stan thinks, dragging his feet along. His boots are way too heavy, and his pants are a bit too tight to be comfortable, but, fuck, if they don’t make his - admittedly, flat - ass look good. It rained recently, so the ground is damp but the air is fresh.

 Another sacrifice: all he has is his off the shoulder sweatshirt, so if it rains again, he’s screwed.

 He walks up to Bill’s door, knocks, and a few moments later Gerogie opens the door.

 “Bill?” he asks. Stan nods, and Georgie closes the door slightly, so he can turn and yell, “Bill! Stan is here!” before opening the door again.

 “What’s up, Georgie?” Stan asks, laughing at his antics. He’s growing up too fast, Stan thinks, and he knows that soon Bill will be crying over how big his baby brother is. Richie sometimes jokes that when they go off to college, Bill will cry the most purely because he’ll be leaving Georgie behind, and Stan has to admit, he might not be wrong.

 He makes small talk with Georgie for a few minutes, not much to talk about since he saw him only a few days ago. Bill comes clamoring down the stairs, and starts pulling on his shoes. He waves, and Stan waves back. Bill grabs his car keys from the key hook, ruffles Georgie’s hair and shuts the door behind him.

 Ever since he got his license and his car, he’s basically been the group’s personally taxi. As Stan climbs into the front seat, he has a brief moment where he imagines kissing him in the back seat, Bill’s long fingers tangling into his curls. Bill’s lips are always slightly chapped; Stan wonders how they’d feel against his own soft ones. The thought leaves quickly, and Stan is left there, face a bit warmer, as Bill turns the car key.

 They drive to the library where they’re meeting Mike and Eddie. Bill parks and shuts the car off. As Stan opens the door he sees the library steps, and the perfect plan pops into his head. He makes sure to walk a little bit faster than Bill, just enough so that he’s a few steps ahead, but not enough for it to be suspect. Even with Bill’s much longer legs, Stan reaches the steps first, and puts his plan into action.

 He makes sure that when he steps he moves his hips more than strictly necessary, aware that he’ll be at the perfect height for Bill to look at his butt. He’s about halfway up when he hears Bill mumble something to him, still at the bottom of the stairs.

 “What?” Stan asks, turning his head slightly, as he takes another step. Except with the damp ground and his clunky boots, instead of gracefully taking a step, the toe of the boot gets stuck on the lip of the stair. “Fuck!”

 Stan’s knees hit the concrete, and his forehead hits the flat of the library entrance.

 “Oh my god, S-s-stan, are you o-okay?” Bill asks, rushing up the stairs to kneel next to him.

 “Fuck, shit, piss, fuck,” Stan grumbles, putting a hand to his forehead as he turns to sit on the offending stairs. “Ow. Am I bleeding?”

 Bill gently takes a hold of Stan’s hand, moving it away from his head. For a moment, Stan think this would be so sweet, if he hadn’t just ate shit in front of his crush.

 Bill inspects him for a moment, “No, b-b-ut you’ll have a n-n-nasty bruise later.”

 Stan pouts, “Help me up.” He makes grabby hands, and Bill laughs, standing up, before pulling Stan up too.

 If Stan is limping slightly when walking into the library, Bill doesn’t mention it. He doesn’t get the same luxury when he goes home later that evening and his mom freaks out over the huge blue mark on his forehead.

 3.

 Eddie’s house is always too warm. His mother must pay a fortune on heating. Ever since Eddie got into a huge fight with her when he was 13, she’s loosened her grip slightly, especially after he couch surfed on all their couches for a few days when she refused to change her ways.

 But she still refuses to let the house to cold, less her precious baby Eddie bear catch a cold in the night. So whenever the losers hang out there, they always end up sweating, stripping out of their coats, hoodies, and sometimes shirts within minutes.

 Richie, since he goes over the most, came up with the perfect solution: bring popsicles. Even though it’s hailing outside, the Losers are inside, not really watching their Texas Chainsaw Massacre marathon, and eating the fruity popsicles that Richie brought over.

 Someone is screaming on screen, but they’re too busy listening to Beverly’s reenactment of how some kid managed to flip his desk in math while leaning back in his chair.

 “So it’s dead silent, Cole and Phillip are getting absolutely destroyed by Ms. Jackson, and then BAM! All we see is papers flying everywhere-” She takes a break, laughing too hard at the memory. Bill smiles at her. Even though his crush is long gone, Stan knows that there’s a Beverly shaped soft spot in his heart, probably right next to the Georgie shaped on. Stan wonders if there’s a spot in there that will be shaped like him one day.

 A drip from the popsicle runs down his hand, onto his wrist. Stan starts to lean in to lick it off, when he notices that Bill’s eyes have shifted from Beverly onto him. Without thinking, Stan meets his gaze, sticking his tongue out as he runs it up his arm, catching the juice on his tongue. He’s moving more slowly than necessary, but no one else has seemed to notice him. He sees Bill gulp, his own popsicle melting in his hand, forgotten. Stan takes that as a sign to continue.  He runs his tongue up his own popsicle - strawberry flavoured - and once he gets to the tip, he slowly puts it into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as much as he thinks will look hot.

 Bill is still watching him, even though Beverly has recovered enough to continue her story. For a second, Stan thinks maybe he should quit while he’s ahead, most of the popsicle isn’t in his mouth and he can see the tips of Bill’s ears are pink.

But that could be the heat. It could be because they came from the outside only a few minutes ago, so it could be the temperature change. Stan wants, no, needs  to know that Bill is red because of him.

 So he keeps pushing, looking right at Bill, who’s eyes keep flickering from his lips to meeting Stan’s gaze. Stan can almost feel it at the back of his throat, and he’s about to pull it out, having enough evidence that he thinks proves his point. But then Mike starts laughing, and his arm flies out and nudges Stan’s arm, the one that’s holding his popsicle.

 Then Stan’s eyes go wide, pulling the popsicle out of his mouth quickly, as he retches.

 “Oh my god, if you throw up on my carpet, I’m kicking you out.” Eddie says, from where he’s laying on his bed. Stan doesn’t reply, only covering his mouth with his free hand as he gags and coughs. Mike pats him on the back, saying, “Sorry!” over and over again.

 Stan waves it him off, “It’s okay.” he says weakly, eyes a little watery. His face is red, and while it’s mostly from choking, a part of it is because Bill saw him choke while he was trying to be sexy.

 Stan doesn’t meet Bill’s gaze for the rest of the night. He finishes eating his popsicle normally.

 4.

 It’s a warm weekend, and for the first time in years they ride their bikes around again. When they all got to be 16, they stopped, thinking it was too childish, too immature for them. Then they started getting licenses and cars, so for most of them, their once cherished bikes sat in the back of their garage. But Ben texted them all the night before saying that it’d be fun to ride around town for all times sake, go by their usually haunts, old and new.

 For once, Stan decides to dress for the weather, not for the secret fashion show that is constantly going on inside his head. He puts on sneakers, the first (okay, third or fourth) t-shirt that he sees, a zip up hoodie, and a pair of shorts that he knows he won’t care about if they get dirty.

 They have fun, riding around town, stopping to get snacks, window shopping, the likes. Richie falls off his bike twice, and Stan always has fun laughing at him, especally when he knows it’s not a serious accident. They throw their bikes down on the grass at the quarry, sit around and hang out. At some point Mike shows off his double jointed elbow (just one) which makes Eddie gag, and then the coversation is about flexabilty. Richie can put his foot behind his head, and while doing that he falls off the rock he’s sitting on. Beverly can do a back bridge and walk. Ben surprises all of them by also being able to put a foot behind his head, and unlike Richie, doesn’t fall. Eddie admits that the only reason he can touch his toes is because his leg to arm ratio is way messed up, and that he’s not flexible at all. Bill isn’t flexible, but he can do a handstand and cartwheels. Then, they’re all looking at Stan, waiting to see what he can pull out of his sleeve.

“I can do the splits.” He says.

 “Bullshit.” Richie replies, “You can’t.”

 “Can to!”

 “Prove it!”

 Stan huffs, stands up from his log, brushes off his pants and walks a few steps to wear there ground is flat. As he’s starting to spread his legs - one in front of him and one behind - he notices that he’s closest to Bill. He starts lowering himself, low enough that his palms can be flat on the ground.

 Richie wolf whistles, and for a moment Stan stops so that he can flip him off. He looks up when he’s a few inches from touching the ground, and sees Bill staring, mouth agape. Stan smirks slightly, then smiles sweetly at him.

 Then his back foot slips, and what was a slow descent is now a fast drop, arms not quick enough to stop him, and his crotch, from hitting the ground without warning.

 Stan screams.

 “FUCK ME, HOLY SHIT, FUCKING-” Stan groans, arms giving out and torso flopping over, so his forehead touches his knee.

 He can hear Richie laughing in the background as he moans in pain. He wills his arms to move to try and push him back up, but he’s at an angle where it’s hard, and his thighs hurt now, refusing to move.

 “I’m stuck.” He groans. “Holy fuck, I swear, if one of you doesn’t help me right now I will murder you.”

 “How you gonna kill us if you can’t even stand?” Richie asks, still snorting. Bill stands up, slowly makes his way over to Stan.

 “G-give me your hands.” He says. Stan raises his arms, hold onto Bill’s elbows as he grabs his forearms. Planting his feet, he starts to lift Stan up.

 He thought that getting out of the painful position would feel good, but instead it feels like Hell, so he groans in pain again as Bill lifts him up. Once he’s high enough that he can move his legs independently, he automatically brings them together, letting go of Bill so he can drop to his knees and hunch over. Forehead pressed to the dirt and hands between his legs, he lets out one more scream.

 “Richie, I blame you!”

 Stan decides to walk his bike home that day.

 5.

Stan and Bill are in Bill’s bedroom. Alone. In his bedroom. Alone. Not that it hasn’t happened before. When they were younger they hung out alone all the time. Hell, they hung out alone a few days ago. But a few days ago Stan wasn’t wearing a crop top and tight fitting jeans, sunglasses perched on top of his head, as he leaned over Bill’s shoulder to watch a video on his phone.

 Stan’s always been aware that Bill grew up well, but this close he can really see how much he grew up. His shoulders are wider than they were when he was 13. His cheekbones more prominent. He’s still tall and thin, but years of baseball and noncompetitive football with Mike, Ben and Richie made his arms a bit more muscular, legs and thighs a bit thicker. With his head almost on Bill’s shoulder, he can see the tiniest amount of stubble on his chin, in places where the razor missed. Even his stutter is getting better, and sometimes through the pride of seeing a friend get over an insecurity, Stan almost misses the day when Bill would stumble over his words, have to slow down and speak clearly. It feels like they’re all growing up, and Stan isn’t sure how to feel about that.

 The video ends, and Stan can’t say that he really paid attention to it. Bill looks at him. Stan has nothing to say, so he just stares.

 Bill’s eyes flicker from Stan’s lips to his hairline, unwilling to make eye contact. Stan doesn’t have any tricks up his sleeve, nothing to try and seduce him with. He bites his lip without thinking.

 Bill leans a bit closer. Stan has to sit up straighter in order to get closer to him. Bill presses his forehead against Stan’s, noses almost touching.

 Stan’s eyes flicker close as he feels Bill’s breath against his lips. If he concentrates he swears he can already feel them brush, feels the chappedness of Bill’s against his own, can taste the peppermint of the gum he was chewing a few minutes ago.

 Stan is about to lean up a little bit more, close the almost microscopic distance between them, when he hears a loud knock and, “Billie! Billie! You said you would drive me to swimming lessons today!”

 Bill leans away as Stan’s eyes shoot open, a blush covering his face, working its away down his neck when Georgie opens the door.

 “Billie, I’m going to be late.” Georgie says with a pout, already in his swimming trunks and a hoodie, towel thrown over his shoulder, “Come on.”

 “I’ll be d-d-down in a minute, Georgie, go put your shoes on.” George nods and leaves the room, pointedly not closing the door. Stan looks down at his lap, plays with the fraying edge of a hole in his jeans.

 “Do you w-w-want a ride home? I’m sure I could just drop him off, drop you off t-t-t-then make it back to his lesson.” Bill asks, always the gentleman. His face isn’t red, and even his stutter is just from the fact that he stutters, not embarrassment. Stan shakes his head.

 “No, it’s fine. I can just walk home.” He stands up and quickly makes his way out of Bill’s room, rushes down stairs and pulls his shoes on. His face is still warm as he says bye to Georgie, giving him the customary high five.

 When he gets home, he doesn’t slam the door to his room, even though he wants too. He quietly closes it, then lays face down in bed and wonders why he has to like such a fucking dumbass.

 +1.

 They haven’t spoken about The Incident as Stan likes to think of it. Stan continues to wear the same clothes, make the same suggestive looks, and laugh at the same dumb jokes that Bill makes. He’s good at acting like nothing is different. Except now, he can see Bill making suggestive looks back at him, can feel it when Bill places a hand on his arm for a second too look, can hear the flirtation tone in his voice when Bill tells him that he looks good, that his pants make his legs look good or that his shirt is showing off his midriff.

 But nothing changes. They still hang out with the same people, and they still hang out alone with nothing happening.

 Bill is driving Stan to a drive in theatre that they wanted to go to,  the next town over. The rest of the Losers were either working, busy or were on one-on-one dates. It’s just him and Bill. Alone in a car for 45 minutes there, two back to back movies then 45 minutes back.

 Stan is tired of waiting for change.

 “Pull over.” He says suddenly, making Bill jump a bit.

 “Why?” he asks, glancing over, “Do you f-feel sick?”

 “Just pull over.” Stan repeats. Bill nods, indicates, and pulls over to the side, cutting the engine, and looking at Stan with concern.

 Stan unbuckles his seatbelt and leans towards Bill. He puts his hands on either side of his face.

 “You’re such an idiot,” is the first thing he says, “I have been flirting with you since I was 14 years old, and you have been flirting with me since you were 16. You are literally the most beautiful person I have ever met, the sweetest person in the world, one of the most caring, but you’re so dumb for not making a move yet.”

 The bridge of Bill’s nose is a light pink, “Well, you c-c-could have made one by n-now too.”

 “Shut up.” Stan says, before pressing his lips against Bill’s. His chapped lips are rough against his own, but it’s not unpleasant. Bill’s fingers get tangled in his curls, just like he always imagined. Stan smiles against Bill’s lips when one of Bill’s hands rests against his waist.

 When they pull apart, Bill’s face is red, and for once, Stan’s isn’t. He grins at Bill, and leans back in.

 They don’t make it to the drive in theatre.

#it (2017) #stanley uris/bill denbrough #stanley uris #bill denbrough #there's better tags on ao3 + like notes n stuff but yeah #funfact: idk the ship name!

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The Devil Within

A/n: I might write multiple parts to this. It all depends on how people like it. Anyway lets begin shall we.

Setting: It (2017) but in modern day.

It all started back in October with the murder and disappearance of Georgie Denbrough. Now here we are June and at least dozens of kids has gone missing since. Anyways today school ends and summer should begin. Fun right well you couldn’t be anymore wrong. Summer means a better chance at Henry Bowers and his gang will have a better chance at getting to me and my friends. Which people deemed us the losers club not that any of us really cared at all thought. Oh did I forget to tell you my name. Ops I’m Y/n. Want to know my friends name. Well there’s Bill Denbrough gerogie’s big brother, Stan Uris he’s sweet, Richie Tozier or trashmouth as we like to call him. and Eddie Kaspbrak his mom has him thinking that there is so much wrong with him. Anyways I am currently waiting in my last hour on the bell to ring so summer can begin. Sadly non of my friends are in here with me but even more to my dismay I have Henry Bowers and Patrick Hocktsetter in here with me. They must have decided to make me their main target in this class all year. They have done nothing but touch my hair, make comments about me, try to either grab me or trip me when I walk pass. Today was no exception but it seem that Patrick decided to be the main tormentor today. When the bell finally rang I quickly ran out the room to go meet up with my friends. The first person I caught up with was stan. “Did you enjoy the last day of school y/n?” Stan asked. “It’s was fine up until last hour.” I said. “Henry and Patrick again.” Stan said. “Just Patrick today.” I said. “I still don’t get why you’re their main target in that class.” Stan said. “I don't know stan maybe they like me.” I said jokily. “Oh hahah y/n.” Stan said. “What you don't think I’m likable?” I asked. “To normal people yes. To people like them no.” Stan said. Then we both saw Bill, Richie and Eddie and we went up to them hear part of what they were talking about. “With stan there not much left.” Richie said. What on earth were they talking about? “Stan what exactly happens at this bar mitzvah? they said something about cutting the tip of your dick off? “ Bill asked stuttering. “Yeah like the rabbi is going to pull down your pants and turn to the crowd and say wheres the beef.” Richie said. I just rolled my eyes. “At the bar mitzvah I read from the torah and I make a speech then suddenly I become a man.” Stan said. “I can think of funnier ways to become a man.” RIchie said. as he said that we passed the bowers gang and I felt something slap me in the butt. When I looked back I saw that Patrick was looking at me and licking his lips. Stan gently grabbed my arm and whispered into my ear. “Just let it go come on.” Stan whisper. “You think they’ll sign my yearbook. Dear Richie sorry for taking a hot steamly dump in your backpack last month. have a great summer.” Richie said. As we went down the stairwell to leave Greta Keen bump into stan causing me to glare at her. 

#it 2017 #bill denbrough #Richie to #edward kaspbrak #stan uris #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #it imagine #kelsee's works #Do not reblog unless it's from me