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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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— more than best friends • bill denbrough

pairing: Bill Denbrough x reader

movie/series: IT (2017)

summary: your suppressed feeling for Bill finally gets surfaced

warning: cheesy teen romance, this is bad tbh, feelings, language (I mean it's IT), a bit angst, negative self image. Also not everything goes as per the movie.

note: don't hate. I take criticism not hatred. If you don't like it, KEEP. IT. TO. YOURSELF.

DON'T COPY/STEAL. NOT COOL

"You sure they got the right stuff to fix you up?" Beverly asked Ben with a sly smile.

You watched Bill staring at her. Looking as if she's the only girl he's ever seen. As if, she meant the world.

Whereas he was yours.

"Hey, y/n," she greeted. "Hi, Bev."

Richie seemed confused as to why you were talking to her. "You know her?" He questioned stupidly.

"We have history together you dimwit," you replied annoyed.

You noticed Beverly has cut her hair, now she looked more beautiful than you, you thought. You stood no chance with Bill your mind told you, breaking your heart to millions of pieces.

However, you were not the only one who noticed Bev's hair.

"Your h-h-hair. It looks b-beautiful", Bill noticed too and seemed quite fascinated with it judging by the look in his eyes.

Beverly muttered a small thanks and they both stood there awkwardly. No one making a sound. It was making you want to gag with the looks they sent eachother.

"We're going to the qu-quarry tomorrow. You can come too." Bill offered with the same smitten smile.

You huffed. It was a ritual only for the losers to jump from the cliff at the Quarry. You did that every year and just the five of you.

It's not that you didn't liked Bev. But having a crush on Bill with Bill having something with Beverly made you jealous. You wanted to be the one Bill stared at with those loving eyes. But seeing them two standing next to each other, it was pretty clear who he wanted. And it was most certainly not you.

"You dipshits stay here or do whatever the fuck you want, I'll go home. It's getting late anyway. Fuck you all!"

The losers stared at you as you rode away. They knew something was up you've never acted this way before. Bill knew something was wrong. You sounded annoyed to him. He needed to find you and had to talk to you. You meant more to him than anything else. If you were sad, he wanted to make you smile. If you were angry, he needed to know why.

"Come if you can, B-ev. I have to g-go," he told Beverly and the gang collectively, he too picked up his bike and rode after you.

"When will they get together already. It's getting kinda annoying honestly," Richie sighed the others humming in agreement.

"Wait, what?" Beverly asked confused.

"Oh Bill's got a crush on y/n. Everyone except y/n knows it." Stan answered on behalf of everyone. Beverly nodded walking away.

Bill found you sitting by the lake. The place you always go to when you need to be alone. He slowly parked his bike and progressed towards you.

"Why you here?" You asked bitterly knowing it was Bill. He always found no matter wherever you were.

"What? A-m I not a-a-allowed to check on m-my best f-friend?" He said, sitting down beside you, looking over the lake.

Best friend. How you hated the word. "Shouldn't you be hanging out with Bev in your room or something? I don't know man. I don't seem to be important enough anyway." You muttered with your head low.

He sighed. Both of you knew he didn't allow anyone in his room other than you. "Okay I-I know some-thing, something's wrong. What is it, y-y/n?"

You finally looked up at him from your lap. Eyes red with tears

"I can't pretend anymore Bill! I-I love you, and and I hate myself for it. I know you like or much rather love Beverly. She's so beautiful and perfect. It's impossible to not love her," you paused taking a breath. "I'm tired of being best friends! I want to be more than that to you, Bill but it's pretty sure it's not going to happen!"

Bill sat without a word processing what he heard. Everything was so silent the only sounds are of your quite sobs.

"What d-do you think I l-like Beverly?" He questioned back.

"What?"

"I asked, Why do y-y-you think I like h-her?"

You breathed in softly. "Well, there's the way you look at her in school and now too. As if she means everything to you.".

"It's b-been you, Y/n. It's always been you s-s-since the fourth gr-grade. It's been four y-years and still you've been th-the one," Bill was now turned to you, holding your face in his hands. "I feared you'll n-never like me t-t-that way s-so I thought it was best fo-for me to just m-move on. But, you've always b-b-been the one to have m-my heart," his thumbs wiped the still falling tears from your eyes.

He touched your forehead with yours, staying that way for several minutes on the quietness. "Can i-i kiss y-you?" He whispered softly.

"Yes, please."

His hands held your face so tenderly as if you'd break any moment. The kiss was slow, your lips moving in sync with his. You pulled away, bright red blush covering your cheeks.

He seemed rather surprised when you pulled away. "Woah th-that was b-better than the pl-play," he chuckled, making you laugh.

"W-Will you be my g-girlfriend?" He asked with hopeful eyes.

You nodded your head quickly. "Yes!"

He pulled you in by the waist to kiss you again.

"You guys do know we can see you two right?" Richie shouted from across the road.

"Shut up, Richie!" You and Bill both shouted back in unison, smiling at the gang.

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good-doctor-imagine · 3 years

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Wingman (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Fem!Reader

Prompt(s): A86. “Because you’re so young.” / B43. “We’re friends, you can tell me anything.” from @swanimagines’s prompt list [xxx]

Summary: Georgie seems too young to know anything about love but that doesn’t mean he can’t be his big brother’s wingman.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I’m sorry if this one is a bit different from normal. I’m trying to get back into writing and for some reason I felt out of my element while writing this one.

Your hand swung side to side as you waved back at your friends. Behind you, Bill offered a sheepish smile to his friends, fiddling with the house key in his hand as he walked to the front door. After saying goodbye to your friends, you turned around and followed closely behind Bill, rocking on your heels as he messed with the keys.

A few moments of struggling later, you two were able to step foot in the house. Your shoulders relaxed at the familiar atmosphere. You'd known Bill for a long time since both of you were in kindergarten. His house was not something new to you, you had plenty of playdates as a kid and every summer you would spend practically every weekend in his house.

"(Y/n)!" Georgie came running down the stairs, a wide smile plastered on his face. Your hands shook a little as you extended your arms towards him out of worry. Thinking you were offering a hug, Georgie only ran faster and jumped into your arms as soon as he made it to the entrance.

You let out a surprised noise as you were pushed back a bit from the young boy's strength. It was a bit shocking realizing how much Georgie had grown up.

"Georgie, you scared me," You sighed, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a squeeze. "You shouldn't run down the stairs with socks on."

Georgie separated from you and shook his head, playfully pouting at your scolding. In response, you ruffled his hair, making him laugh.

"Why do you like (Y/n) doing that but not me?" Bill questioned, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Because it's (Y/n)," Georgie simply shrugged before running off into the living room.

"I don't get why he likes you more, I'm his brother," Bill grumbled, sending you a fake glare.

You smiled at him and raised your hand, extending your arm towards Bill's head. "Oh, I'm sorry," You grinned mischievously, "Were you jealous? Did you want me to mess with your hair too?"

Bill's eyes widened as he dodged your hand, feet scurrying into the living room to get away from you. Laughing, you followed him, leaning over the sofa to ruffle his hair. Bill frowned and quickly grabbed the throw pillow sitting on the couch next to him. You didn't get much time to react before he swung the pillow and hit you straight in the face.

You stumbled back, a hand covering the side of your head. Bill dropped the pillow and immediately ran towards you, waving his hands around frantically. "Sorry! I'm sorry I thought you would dodge it!"

You chuckled at your friend and hit his arm, sending him a smile. Bill's shoulders dropped at your gesture and an embarrassed smile replaced his panicked expression.

"(Y/n), are you staying the night?" Georgie asked from the sofa.

"No." Georgie frowned and sunk into the couch slightly. "But I am staying for dinner. I'm leaving when your parents get back."

"Then can we watch a movie before dinner?" Georgie gazed at the two of you with puppy dog eyes.

You smiled at him and looked over at Bill. Bill grumbled and walked off, heading to the basement to grab their box of DVDs.

As Bill took his time searching for the DVDs, you took a seat next to Georgie, relaxing into the cushions of the sofa. When Bill disappeared into the basement, Georgie leaned over to whisper in your ear.

"Why are you being weird around Billy?"

Your heart froze for a second as you struggled to respond. How did his little brother even notice anything?

"Ah, it's nothing..." You responded, keeping your eyes on the TV to avoid eye contact.

"We're friends, you can tell me anything," Georgie added, leaning in front of you so you couldn't avoid his gaze.

"No, I can't."

"Why?"

"Because you're so young," You rolled your eyes, once again reaching out to mess with his hair.

This time, Georgie dodged your hand and shook his head at you. "I'm six," He defended.

"Exactly." Georgie angrily sunk into the couch, turning his head away from you. Sighing, you leaned towards him. "Sorry, Georgie. I will tell you some other time, okay?"

Georgie grumpily turned back, arms crossed in front of his chest. You had to keep yourself from laughing at the resemblance the two brothers had.

"I'm back," Bill announced, closing the basement door with his foot. "Pick the movie, Georgie."

•••

The movie was a bit awkward, to say the least. You sat between the two brothers, Georgie curled into your side as Bill fidgeted next to you every few minutes. Whenever Bill would move closer to you, Georgie would pull you towards him. By the end of the movie, Georgie was practically sat on your lap. Bill had given up, jaw clenched as he stared at the screen. Anyone could tell he was upset. His brother was supposed to be his wingman, after all.

When the credits started rolling, you stretched slightly, trying not to disturb Georgie as he slept.

"I'll order pizza." Bill shot up from the sofa and sped to the kitchen, his face red as he passed by you.

You watched as Bill strode out of the room, obviously not in the greatest mood. You bit your lip as your mind wandered to what your friends told you yesterday.

"You should just tell him," Beverly stated simply as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Wha– no!" You dismissed her idea, "That is not what I should do."

"Come on," Richie rolled his eyes, "As if he'd say no. Big Bill is practically whipped for you."

"That's not true," You shot at him, "Bill only thinks of me as his friend. We've known each other for a long time."

Richie dragged his palm down his face and groaned, tired of your excuses. Beverly shook her head at your words.

"Which is why you should tell him," Eddie joined in, "Bill understands you more than anyone, right?" You nodded. "Then he should understand."

"Ugh," You complained quietly, rubbing your forehead to relieve your headache.

"(Y/n)?"

The quiet voice made you jump slightly. "Yeah?"

"Do you like my brother?"

"Georgie!" Your voice rose, panic beginning to kick in. "Why would you say that?"

Georgie grinned sleepily at your reaction. "Y'know, Bill won't stop talking about you."

Your heart froze for a moment. "Really?"

"Mhm!" Georgie enthusiastically nodded, "I don't really get it, I think girls have cooties."

You looked down at him, noticing he was still curled into your side. "You think I have cooties?" You playfully asked, hands coming to his sides.

"Well, you're a girl, aren't you?"

As soon as he answered, you moved your fingers along his sides, making him squeal.

"Aha!" Georgie started laughing hysterically from your sudden tickle attack.

"Take it back!" You yelled jokingly, your smile widening.

"I'm sorry! You don't have cooties! You don't have cooties!"

"That's what I thought," You chuckled, standing up from the couch.

Georgie took a few seconds to catch his breath. By the time he calmed down, Bill entered the room, looking between the two of you.

"I heard yelling?"

You smiled over at Georgie before turning back to Bill.

"It was nothi–"

"I told (Y/n) you have a crush on her."

Bill's eyes blown wide at his brother's statement. The smile that was on your face disappeared when you processed his words.

"Y-You did w-what?" Bill stuttered, his face turning completely red as he stared at Georgie.

Georgie smiled mischievously as he pointed at you. "And (Y/n) said she has a crush on you too!"

Your throat went dry as your hands shook. You didn't say that, but it wasn't like Georgie was wrong.

"G-Georgie," Bill gritted his teeth, taking steps toward his brother.

"I'm going to my room!" Georgie giggled, running around the couch and sprinting up to his room to avoid his big brother's wrath.

The room was silent when Georgie left, leaving you and Bill alone together.

"Well, this isn't how I expected this to go," You rubbed the back of your head as you tried to swallow down your embarrassment.

"You really like me?" Bill questioned.

You looked at him. Surprisingly, all of the anger he had a few seconds ago disappeared as he stared at you. Instead, it was replaced with longingness and fear.

"I mean," You stumbled with your words, "Yeah, I do like you."

Bill's face once again bloomed red at your words. He coughed nervously and covered the bottom half of his face with his hands.

"I like you too."

Despite how tense the situation was, you laughed at Bill's confession. "I kind of figured that after what Georgie said."

"Shut up," Bill mumbled, hanging his head.

When your laughs died down, Bill rose his head and walked towards you, pushing his lips.

"Do you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime?" Bill asked quietly.

"I'd love to," You responded, your chest fluttering at his words. Was this even real?

"Cool," Bill nodded. It was silent for a few more seconds before both of you started to laugh.

"Georgie is really smart for his age," You wiped the tears that pooled in the corner of your eyes.

"He can't keep secrets," Bill protested but a wide smile was still on his face.

"Obviously not," You shook your head. "But maybe that's for the best."

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misplacedxeggos · 4 years

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At Last - Jaeden Martell

A/N: Soulmate AU wherein a world where your soulmate first touches you is a tattoo of either something that brought you two together or is an important part of them

words: 1.1k

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You were laying on your bed staring at the ceiling while telling your friend about these two cute guys that had caught your eye. You recalled that you had met Jaeden on the set of "Knives Out" while you were the amateur photographer and he wanted to take you out during his free time. Whereas you had just ran into Mark, and he claimed that he was your soulmate.

You were tracing your soulmate mark on your left wrist and listening to your friend tell you what she had already told you before.

"Oh my god, Y/n, just get over it already and ask one of them out." Your friend's voice made its way through your phone.

"But what if neither of them is my soulmate. You know it's happened before. They say we're soulmates, but they let me decide whether we date or not and then they dump me when they actually find the one." You complained back.

You thought back to the countless times a guy had played you and touched your left wrist then explained you were soulmates just to mess with you.

You had a small knife tattooed on your left wrist that had to do with an important part of them or what brought you two together. Even though none of the guys could explain what it meant, you still fell for it.

"So you go on a date with both of them. One right before the other, so the interaction is clear in your head."

"Oh, that's a good idea. Thanks!"

You talked with her for a little while longer until you had to go and shower before it turned three am. As the water was heating up, you texted Jaeden and Mark about having a date this weekend. You set the date for Mark at noon, and Jaeden's was at two.

The next morning you woke up feeling better about your decision to go out with both of them when you got a text from Jaeden saying, "can't wait 🙂"

You paced around your room for a minute, thinking of what you were going to wear to the short park date. You finally chose something that was comfy to wear and was flattering enough to be worn on a date.

You left your house and walked down the street towards the park that Mark wanted to meet at. When you got there, he was seated on a bench anxiously looking around.

After you had greeted him, he jumped straight into talking about what he did for a job, where he hung out and where he was from. Mark didn't let you talk for one second. You watched closely at how he carried himself and how uncomfortable he seemed.

He never met your eyes, but you just brushed that off as him being nervous. When he mentioned that he was trying to get into the acting business, you immediately tensed up. He knew that you were a photographer for film sets and you realised that he wanted your help to land auditions.

Before he could continue, you had to cut him off, "I'm sorry Mark, but I don't have any pull at the studios."

You knew that this was a lie as the director loved you, and would at least consider someone you recommended but you didn't want him to use you.

"Well, then that's all I have to say. See you later." Mark stood up from the bench and walked away.

You sat there in disbelief and tried to process what had happened as you watched him walk away.

You made your way to the coffee shop that Jaeden was going to meet you at. The whole way there the awful date played back in your head.

You knew that he was lying about being your soulmate and hoped that seeing a familiar face next would cheer you up.

You ordered a drink and waited at a table for Jaeden to arrive. You sat there for a while and wondered if he was actually going to come or if he had just stood you up.

After waiting for twenty minutes, you got up and started to make your way to the exit. Just as you were about to leave, Jaeden stumbled in the door.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," He immediately apologised to you.

"You're okay." You showed him back to the table that you were sitting at before.

"The scene we shot today ran over." He explained as he sat down.

"That's alright. I understand that you couldn't stop until they got it perfect."

Once you both got settled and felt more comfortable around each other, the conversation began to flow naturally. You couldn't believe how much you were smiling, laughing, and how much you didn't want it to end.

You shared stories from your childhood, especially the embarrassing ones. He was sweet and teased you lightly about the moments later on, but at the same time, he empathised.

You watched how his smile grew as he talked about his family and the little hand gestures he did to add emphasis to what he was talking about.

You noticed the way he made you feel. You noticed that the whole time the conversation was balanced, that he was just as interested in your life as you were in his. It came to be four, and your friend was blowing up your phone.

You had ignored the first couple of texts that came through, too focused on the boy in front of you. As they became more consistent though, he urged you to at least look at it to make sure that it wasn't an emergency.

You got caught up in the lovely date that you hadn't realised your friend was texting you asking to save her from a bad date. You quickly apologised and told him about the situation. After repeatedly making sure that he knew it wasn't a ruse to get you out of this date, you stood up and made your way to the door.

Before you could open the door, Jaeden softly caught your left wrist, "Wait, will I get to take you out again?"

You looked at where his hand was placed and smiled to yourself, "Yeah, I think you might."

You gave him a quick hug and started on your way to the diner where your friend was. The whole way there you stared at the knife soulmate mark, on your left wrist and it all made sense.

Your whole life your parents worried that you would fall in love with a murderer but oh how wrong they were. You fell in love with an actor and a film that started it all.

The knife that brought the two of you together.

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justauthoring · 5 years

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Barrier of Fear [B.D.]

Request: I'm so excited that you're writing for IT Chapter 2! What a good movie! If you feel motivated, could you write a fic with reader x Bill where they dated when they were younger, after the events of IT, but as they got older her broke up with her because he was too scared of losing her. When Chapter 2 happens she happens to be back in Derry when the gang comes back and suddenly he's devastated that she's in danger anyways. He wishes he had just stayed with her. Angst!

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 810

Everything Bill had done to protect you, just lead you back here anyway.

Watching as you tried to internalize your fear, putting on a brave face; it left Bill with a sick, twisted feeling. Maybe it worked on the others, despite the fact that everyone was scared, but Bill could see through the cracks. He always could. And even if he had been years since he’d seen you, nothing every changed.

He still loved you like he had when he was younger. He still wished you never got involved in any of this -- it was why Bill had broken it off with you in the first place; to protect you. It seemed wherever Bill went, heartbreak and tragedy followed him. Even if he’d forgotten why that was in the first place, he knew that being with him would only be toxic for you in the end.

So, he broke up with you, and you both went your separate ways. But he never forgot about you.

“Bill,” you whisper, almost breathlessly, as your eyes meet his for the first time in years. Bill can see the disbelief in your gaze as every memory that had faded over time and during your time away from Derry resurfaced. He watched as you probably remembered the day he broke your heart and then never spoke to you again.

The guilt that had never left him crawls up his throat.

“It’s... it’s been too long,” you manage to squeeze out, smiling hesitantly up at him.

Bill swallows thickly, “i-i-it has.” He curses himself for stuttering, something that he hasn’t done for a long time. But with everything that has seemingly slapped in him in the face in the past few hours or so and seeing you again for the first time, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. It was something he’d thought he’d gained control of, but now he felt thirteen again, unable to get through three words without stammering over them. “H-How have yuh-you been?”

Your hand moves to clutch your other arm, nodding. “Good,” you eventually manage to force out, “and you?”

And then, Bill isn’t sure why he says it, it seems to just slip right out, he whispers; “i-i’ve missed you.”

Your gaze softens then. It surprises Bill. He would’ve thought you’d be angry; well, you were the one who broke up with me, Bill, he half expects you to say. Or, at least, something like that. But instead, you just smile, “I’ve missed you too, Billy.”

The familiar nickname nearly makes him drop everything and kiss you then.

“You know,” you say after a moment, pulling Bill back to his senses. “I still don’t know why you broke up with me that day. I’d forgotten everything else, IT and the fight and... but that, you, I never forgot.” Your eyes then meet his, steadily and without hesitance, “why did you... you know?”

You feel like a child again, asking such a silly questions. Your cheeks warm and you glance down at your feet. But still, you want to know. You need to know. If anyone had asked you back then, before Bill broke up with you, you would’ve said you’d married him. Without a doubt. And it wasn’t something silly you thought about as a young girl; you truly did think you’d spend the rest of your life with him.

You’d been wrong.

“I was scared of losing you.”

You blink, meeting Bill’s eyes.

“People” Georgie “around me die because of me,” he pauses, the words stuck on his tongue. “I couldn’t lose you too.”

In all your years of pondering, you’d never thought that. You’d been angry at Bill for a long time, and then you begun to wonder if it was you. If you’d done something or if Bill had just fallen out of love with you. But to hear that... to know that all these wasted years that you could’ve been with him were because he was scared of losing you...

Without thought, you step forward, startlingly Bill as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close. At first, he’s rigid, but then he eases into the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and pull you close against himself.

“I still love you, you know,” you whisper after a moment, “I never stopped.”

And then, Bill swallows down his fear; “neither did I.”

“Then,” you say, pulling back and moving to cup his cheek. “Let’s not let fear get in the way this time, okay?”

Bill feels a part of him fight to argue, but staring into your eyes, the eyes he’s missed oh-so-much and holding you close just like he used to, Bill knows he can’t. He can’t live another moment without you, not ever again.

He can’t let fear keep getting in the way of him living his life.

“Okay.”

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moonyxnights · 4 years

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Rewatching IT Chapter One, I didn’t realise how emotional I would get over (1. a horror film) but also the happy moments the kids shared, after watching the second one. Like the playing in the lake, the ending together, just, fuuuuck 😂 I didn’t realise how much the second one (even though I read the book before seeing the first film) would affect me. It’s like bc you associate those adults with literally those kids as if they actually are the older versions?? Idk. My heart hurts though.

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 5 years

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Sunflower ~ B.D. (Part 1)

A/n: This song is hella short but I listened to it and needed to write it and then thought of this so it’ll be like a mini song prompt, much shorter than how long they usually here. Hopefully you’ll still enjoy all the same :) Also I’m sorry this is so long and rushed it has to cover the whole movie OOF. Things will definitely slow down from here...

Anon: Pidge

Word Count: 4654

MASTERLIST

Rose girls in glass vases: Perfect bodies, perfect faces. They all belong in magazines, those girls the boys are chasing, winning all the games they're playing. They're always in a different league...

“Hey!” The voice was unexpected and no one knew who they were referring to, so everyone looked. Just in time to see a fist plant squarely into Marcia Fadden’s jaw, causing her two bitch friends, Greta Bowie and Sally Mueller, to stumble back with dropped jaws and wide eyes as Marcia tumbled to the ground. “Come near my little sister again with your ugly perms and fake smile I promise I’ll do more than just leave a bruise on you pretty face. I’ll break that big fat nose of yours and you’ll look even uglier than you already do. Got it?” There was a slight pause and the new girl in the bathroom - who had interrupted the three girls in their end-of-the-year bullying of Beverly Marsh - bristled. Marcia groaned on the ground, struggling to sit up, which scared Greta and Sally enough not to test the girl who had put her in that condition. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” The girl screamed.

Greta stepped forward, trying to look brave even though she was faced with someone she wasn’t sure she could take on. Someone bigger than her. Confident and demanding. A face she didn’t recognize and therefore had no idea on her limits or lack thereof. “What sister is that?”

The girl glared. “Secily Smith,” she sneered. “You can mess with me and I won’t stop you trying to make yourself feel better by messing with your peers, but do not - I repeat, DO NOT come near my sister. Is that clear enough for you or do I actually have to break one of your noses?”

Sally grumbled, “We get the fucking point. God.”

The girl smirked. “Good.” And then she turned around and waltzed out of the bathroom. Beverly, still in the stall, shook her head to overcome her shock at hearing someone stand up to Greta and her bitch gang s boldly, taking the moment of silence and no movement to bust open the stall, stalking out after Y/n without a fault in her stride as if she had expected every little detail of what just happened.

When Beverly got outside, she looked up and down the hall but none of the facial expressions or ways anyone was walking gave off the kind of confidence and power the mystery girl in the bathroom had shown.

How had someone like that gone unnoticed by... everyone? All year? Or- years? As far as anyone knew, Ben was the only newby.

Secily Smith. Hm. That was a name Bev could work with.

While Bev planned a way to find out the source of a possible friend, Y/n L/n was walking home with her eyes on the ground, trying to even out her breathing. She was hopped up on anxiety from confronting Greta like that, but the fleeting moment of rage-fueled confidence was all she’d needed to scare those girls into leaving her sister alone. Okay, well, STEP sister, but it’s all the same right?

As Y/n neared the elementary school, she sighed. She’d stopped by on her way like every other day, but this time for the last time before Summer. She waited the few minutes until the younger kids got out, looking around at the parents waiting for their kids. Once upon a time, Y/n would hide behind a tree as Bill Dembrough waited for his younger brother, George. She would admire him and the cute embrace they would have before the older brother shoved the younger away playfully, messing his hair up as they both laughed.

Secily, who knew of Y/n’s infatuation with the sweet boy everyone else knew as Stuttering Bill, thought it was silly to hide and had even befriended George in order to force Y/n closer to Bill. The two kids had really hit it off and Y/n had run been forced to run into Bill a lot more often.

Picking up Secily from school, where the two younger kids were attached at the hip, forcing Y/n over. Picking up Secily from George’s house, often running into Bill in the process. Lunch dates or play dates or hang outs. Dropping off, picking up, running into each other in small towns, where George would notice Secily or Secily would notice George and they’d call to the other, bringing their families together once again. At George’s funeral, where Secily has clung to her older sister with their parents nowhere in sight, hiding her face so her sobs wouldn’t be heard.

That had been a rough while. Secily wasn’t as talkative anymore. She didn’t socialize as much and her attendance at things she’d always dragged Y/n to had all but completely disappeared. For so your a child, she was incredibly sad and reclusive and quiet.

That’s what Y/n was thinking of when Secily made her way to where Y/n waited for her, eyes on her feet. Y/n opened her arms and Secily moved into them. “Hey Sissy,” Y/n whispered, rubbing the younger girl’s back. “How was school.”

The younger girl mumbled incoherently, burying her face in Y/n’s stomach and refusing to move. Y/n sighed, stepping back and offering her arms in more of a way to pick her up than hug her. The six year old smiled briefly, allowing Y/n to carry her. It was only a fifteen minute walk to their house and Sissy was tiny as heck. Y/n could bare the weight to give her sister some comfort. She walked, Sissy bouncing a little on her back as Y/n talked to full the silence.

“We’ll have all summer now,” Y/n mused softly. “We can stay up late and have camp outs in the living room in our couch forts all we want... I can get candy. Snickers, your favorite.”

“I miss Georgie.” Y/n stopped abruptly. It had been nine months. Almost a year, and Sissy had not said it out loud once. She had not voiced her sorrow or pain that someone so young should be feeling nowhere near. Y/n wasn’t good with her own emotions, but someone else’s? Sissy held onto her sister tighter. “Never leave me okay?”

Y/n’s grip on Sissy’s ankles tightened. “I wouldn’t leave you if they put a gun up to my head and tried to force me.”

“What if they put a gun up to Bill’s head?”

“Then the Denbroughs would suffer two lost children.” Y/n moved Sissy around to hold the young girl in her arms, against her chest. “No one will ever take me from you. And no one will EVER take you from me. I promise Sissy. I give you my word.”

Sissy was quiet for a few seconds before Y/n felt her nod. “I believe you.”

“He used to take me here all the time,” Sissy gushed as she dragged a smiling Y/n behind her up the cliff to the edge. “We have to jump off! Come on PLEAAAAAAASE!”

Y/n laughed and dropped her bike, nodding. “Okay okay okay! But we have to be really careful and I want to go first.” Sissy nodded and Y/n sighed before simply pulling her shirt over her head and then tugging off her shorts after kicking off her shoes. Sissy stripped in the same way, until they were down to their underwear, and then they walked to the edge of the cliff. Sissy looked thrilled that Y/n swallowed her fear and forced a grin on her face. The adrenaline started pumping and Y/n took a deep breath before screwing up her face and jumping. Her breath caught and her mind went blank. She hit the water and sunk, pausing. It was so quiet down there. So serene that Y/n almost wanted to never leave. Just sink to the bottom of the Quarry and stay there.

But she had made Sissy a promise. She wouldn’t leave. So instead of disappearing into the dark depths, Y/n pushed to the surface. “Okay, tour turn!” Y/n called. Sissy smiled as Y/n swam backwards to get out of her way. Then the tiny girl jumped and every part of Y/n’s body tensed. She was so small and fell so much slower. It seemed that the fall would kill her, surely. Y/n counted to two before panicking after Sissy big the water but then the young girl broke the surface, water falling between her teeth as she broke into laughter before she’d been implement out of the water.

At the girl’s giddiness, Y/n brightened and loosened up too and soon they were both dunking each other and pulling each other under and playing water games like Marco Polo and pretending they were mermaids.

They’d come quite early, set on staying at the quarry the whole day. They’d even packed a basket for a picnic lunch when they were done swimming, and Y/n had brought a book she was reading aloud to Sissy over the summer.

Right about noon, when Y/n was thinking about taking a break because it was near lunch time and Sissy was obviously getting quite tired - her mom would thank her for tiring out the little girl, surely - there cane voices from the woods. Y/n paled, not up for trusting anyone other than the little girl she knew it couldn’t be. She ditched the idea of saving heir stuff, pulling Sissy against her and hiding in the side of the cliff, trying to see who was approaching without giving away where they were if it was someone dangerous. Who else used the Quarry during weekdays?

It was Beverly’s voice that gave them away, even before Richie had the chance to.

“Hey, I think someone’s already here.” Her voice echoed off the cliff and Y/n bit her lip, unsure of who Beverly would be with, since the last time Y/n had checked Beverly and her were as much both mutually alone as they were both girls. That’s where the similarities would stop though. It seemed, though, she was definitely talking to someone.

Then Richie spoke, his voice loud and unmistakably his own. “Looks like a date. Bet if we look around we can get a peek at some people getting DOWN.” He snorted but when no other sounds came, Y/n concurred the others were ignoring him.

“Where are they?” Eddie asked, his voice shaking with worry. “Looks like two girls. Are they, um, okay or whatever?”

Y/n dismissed his concern as disliking to be around a dead body in case things had gone truly awry with the two girls he didn’t know.

There was a pause. “HELLO?”

Y/n’s heart stopped, her eyes widening and her body loosening in shock. Bill. Sissy, taking her chance, shoot forward, turning so her face looked up at the Losers. “HI!”

“Holy shit,” Richie cursed in surprise.

Sissy shot a look to Y/n who slowly moved to where the others could see her. “You guys gonna come in?” Sissy called, grinning from ear to ear. Y/n brightened- Sissy hasn’t been this happy since George had died. “What are you waiting for, you scared?”

Something about a six year old insulting their bravery pushed all of the Losers to quickly join them in the water, shedding their clothes and jumping off the cliff. Sissy interacted with all of them as Y/n kept her head down, suddenly shy and quiet. Sissy finally rolled her eyes, pulling Y/n over by her hand- straight to Bill.

“Hey-ay-“ Bill stuttered, smiling warmly.

I swallowed, struggling too hard with speaking to even te a word out. I admire his ability to speak around his stutter. I nodded, feeling about ready to cry. I was anxious and exposed and had not expected other people to show up. But they had. And I was hating it.

“She’s shy,” Sissy eased. “You’re pretty shy too. Maybe help me out with her?”

Richie moved next to Sissy’s side, cackling as e threw an arm around the little girl. “See these shy babes will never understand what it’s like for us, Kiddo.”

Sissy rolled her eyes. “I may only be six, but you’re only eleven. It’s not like you’re thirteen or anything, don’t act all grown up.”

Richie’s eyes widened, a grin lighting up his face. “I like you! Next time we’re hanging out at the arcade, there’s a few games I have to-“

“Next time?” Everyone looked at me as I spoke for the first time. I blushed under their gazes. In order to shift the focus, I offered a, “I don’t even know your names.” Which was a COMPLETE lie but a good segway nonetheless.

Bill took the opportunity to step forward, introducing Mike, Ben, Stan, Richie, Eddie, and then... “And this ih-is Bev.” His gaze softened as he landed on her and she blushed, her smile warm and adorable.

My stomach turned as all of the other Losers rolled their eyes, obviously only too aware of whatever chemistry was between the two. Meanwhile, my heart was shattering. Thankfully I wasn’t the only one who heard the break.

Sissy took my hand, leaning her head against my neck. “Y/n/n, I’m really tired...”

Thankful for my ever perspective younger sister, I began moving us toward shore. “Well, it was very nice to meet you, but we have to be going. It’s this one’s nap time. We’ve been here since like 7am so...”

“Yeah,” Mike eased as he looked at me with an analyzing gaze, sensing there was something past what I was giving away and trying to decipher it.

“See you next time?” Richie called.

I pretended not to hear him as Sissy and I gathered our stuff and left as fast as we could.

Stretching toward the sky like I don't care, wishing you could see me standing there. But I'm a sunflower, a little funny. If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me.

I'd avoided the Losers successfully for a very, very long time. Eventually they seemed rather preoccupied and stopped caring, forgetting about me altogether. I wasn't complaining. Being friends with them meant opening up endless possibilities to have someone realize that I had whatever feelings I had for Bill, and with the obvious goings on between him and Beverly, I didn't want to be on the unrequited side of the Love Triangle of Pain and Misery.

That all got messed up when I saw Greta being a bitch to Eddie and lost my shit. Greta alone was enough to boil my blood and ring out the aggressive side no one knew about me, when I was confident and an unbridled spit fire. But Eddie of all people? Eddie wasn't perfect but he was so small and easily scared and I felt a burning need to protect him. I didn't know what it was about him but he ignited mama bear inside of me on a level with Sissy.

So when I saw her offer to sign Eddie's blank cast as I was grabbing antibiotics (Sissy was sick), getting Eddie all excited just so see her glare level on him as his smile slowly faded...

"What the FUCK is your problem?" I seethed aggressively. Greta jumped, my authorative town putting her on edge even though it had almost been three full months since I cornered her and her friends in the bathroom after they'd tugged on Sissy's pigtails she'd been so proud of until the little girl felt ashamed and pulled them out, returning to her usual single ponytail. "Are you so lonely and miserable that you so strongly feel the need to drag everyone to your level?"

Eddie stared at me in awe as I slapped down money to pay for the medicine I was buying before letting my glare fall after lingering a second longer, then softly laying a hand on Eddie's arm, letting him know I wanted him to follow me. He did.

He took me to his house where I met his mother. She seemed suspicious at first but my usual charming timidness and unwavering politeness and well practiced flattery wiggled her down eventually.

After introductions, my eyes landed on Eddie's cast, my smile disappearing. "Will you excuse us for a moment?" I asked Mrs. K. She smiled, waving us off to return to her show and I nodded toward the kitchen. "Come on, I need to do something." He followed me once again. I motioned to a chair where he sat. Propping his cast up on the table. "Where do you keep your marker?" He directed me and I shuffled through. He only had one red marker and I supposed that was better than any other since it would mostly just blend into the the other letter. I sat down next to him, looking at the cast for a second.

LOSER.

I had meant to just sign my name, but then I smiled as I scrawled a messy, rushed V over the S. Then I signed my name under it.

When I looked up our eyes locked and we both smiled. "Thank you," he whispered. I shrugged. "You know I thought you were shy and hated us... but I don't think that's true."

My smile faltered. "People don't like a smart girl who takes control and stands up for what she believes in. Look at Beverly." There was a pause. "I'm really hot headed and my mom said that if I didn't get my temper under control then she would ship me off, and... Sissy and I couldn't bare the thought of being separate. So I just... stifled all of it. Muted myself."

Eddie placed his good hand over mine and we smiled again. Whether I liked it or not, we were friends now. Really, though, I couldn't even lie and say I did mind it all that much without sounding completely ridiculous.

That's when Eddie got the call, and the stretch of complete Hell and trauma in my young life started. At first he tried to leave without me, but now that I'd made my first friend I refused to let him go into any danger that made him look as scared as he did without as much backup as possible. He faced down his mom (I gave him a congratulatory high five and he didn't stop smiling for a few solid seconds... until I asked what was going on) and then we got in our bikes, peddling to Neibolt as Eddie explained the most insane story I'd ever heard.

Maybe I was just as crazy, but there was a look in his eyes that I just couldn't deny. He wasn't lying. So I went with him. The Losers were surprised to see me but Eddie told them to shut up so they did, focusing instead on updating me on absolutely anything and everything Eddie might have missed.

Bill stood, offering me a pipe as he took in my shocked expression as I processed, trying to work around my doubts which were considering surfacing. The looks in their faces were the same as Eddie’s had been- none of them were lying. With lives on the line, there wasn’t time to get proof. So I was trying to take a keep of faith... but even with my open mind, this was a lot. “You doh-don’t have to come in,” he eased, meeting my eyes with a reassuring smile, easing the pressure I knew was still there.

I took a second, looking at the house and swallowing. “Beverly’s in there,” I mumbled. “And this thing is just going to keep killing people...” My resolved snapped into place as I met Bill’s eyes. “And like you said, the more of you there are, the weaker IT is.”

“Us,” Eddie piped up. I looked at him with question written all over my face. “More of US there are, the weaker IT is.”

Richie threw an arm around me. “You scare easy, but... Welcome to the Loser’s Club, Kitty Kat.” He snickered. “Get it? Cause you’re a scaredy cat?” I shoved my elbow lightly into his ribs and he stepped back, pretending to smile. That’s all the joking was. False, fake. But I was officially a Loser, so that was cool.

Then we went in. There was Stan’s hesitation, going down the well, Henry almost killing Mike and then plummeting down to his death into the depths of the bottom of the well that none of us could see, and then we were waiting for Mike to come down the well when everything went from bad to worse.

“Y/n.” The name was low and garbled but I spun around, sure that it had been none of other than my stupid little sister who had called me... even though it did sound a little off. “Y/n.” There it was again.

IT had gotten Georgie nine months ago, Bill was sure of it. Now that shit face of a clown had my goddamn little sister. Well, not on my watch.

In hindsight, running off after Sissy was the single dumbest thing I had ever and would ever do. I didn’t know what IT was capable of in person, but I did know that I would get killed unless I stuck to the group. Yo be fair to me, though, I wasn’t used to having people to rely on. I wasn’t used to having friends or even acquaintances. Sissy was all I had left. Our parents didn’t count as dependable, loving, or responsible- without Sissy I was all alone again, like before they’d married and I’d had her come into my life. So, without a second though I took after her by myself. I didn’t notify the other Losers- I didn’t pause long enough to even consider it.

What do you expect from an eleven year old facing the prospect of losing the six year old sister that alone stands between complete loneliness and true companionship? I loved her more than life itself. I think I proved it then.

Whipping hair and bright colored dresses that were distinctly Sissy’s lead me to a chamber with pipes along the wall. It was expansive and dark and I used the flashlight to try and find where Sissy or IT was. Trying to find something, anything. “HEY!” I screamed. “WHARE IS SHE, YOU PIECE OF FUCK? WHERE’S MY SISTER?”

My flashlight finally landed on glowing yellow eyes and I jumped back, crying out in surprise. IT was exactly like the others had explained it, except... I had been wrong about the eyes. Not even yellow, they were a crystal blue. Must have been the reflection of the flash light. IT smiled at me, tilting It’s head. “Looking for your little Sissy?” It mewled, surprising me without calm and reasonable the voice was. I found myself feeling as if I was facing any adult or bully. Just another piece of shit standing between me and Sissy.

The one way anyone could ever make me upset? Hurt someone I cared about. It had scared the Losers and physically hurt a few of them too. It had killed Georgie and COUNTLESS others over the years. It had taken Beverly. And, worse of all, it had taken Sissy.

I brandished my flashlight like it was a club. “Where,” I demanded with slit eyes. “Is she?”

IT smiled wider. “I don’t have her.” He came at me and I felt the breath knocked out of me as IT grabbed my throat, slamming me into the wall. “But I have you.” The voice seemed to come from a whole new person, now lower and teeming with a sense of madness that out me on edge.

My anger overruled my fear. Whether or not IT had Sissy, it didn’t lessen all the other crimes IT had committed, and justice was demanding to be met. “I’m going to make you pay,” I spit with the last breath in my body. “I’m going to make you writhe and squirm and BEG, and then I’m going to fucking kill you. I’m going to see you die you stupid ass clown.”

The smile IT had never failed to done faltered and IT looked at me a split second before pulling me closer, sniffing me in the most inhuman, disturbing way before huffing through IT’s nose like IT had sniffed pepper instead of my scent. What did it have against regular store brand shampoo and soap? “You’re not scared,” IT growled.

“I’m scared,” I admitted. “I’m just more angry.”

IT looked at me like I was something IT had never seen before. A discovery that fascinated IT. “Not normal anger though,” IT mused.

The hands around my throat loosened to give me air but not enough to let me free. “I use my anger to protect people,” I reasoned huffily. “I don’t use my anger to destroy. I’m not-“ My head suddenly went blank and the fear seeped in again.

That’s what IT had been waiting for it seemed. IT didn’t even bother to turn into my grandfather, simply settling to get right to the eating me part. I understood why as I heard the screams of the Losers in the tunnels. My friends. MY FRIENDS! GOD I was such an idiot! While I was sitting here making small talk with a murderous demon clown who was now about to eat me, I was distracting from saving Beverly.

IT’s jaw unhinged and I screamed, fear suddenly threw only thing I could feel. I had never been more horrified in my life, the rows of teeth and general horror in front of me worse than my even most active imaginings could ever conjure. I closed my eyes, turning my head as I screamed, clawing at the wall like I used to when my grandpa would attack me. Suddenly there was commotion and the hand loosened as I fell to the floor, my body shaking. Eddie was there first, pulling em to my feet and making sure I was okay.

We didn’t have time to really make sure, though, because suddenly Bill had pulled the same dumbass move I had and run off. So now we were running after him. Finding him with a disturbingly accurate looking Georgie. Fighting IT, where my new friends got to see my grandfather sneer at me as IT grasped at the only thing IT knew I was afraid of before I slammed my pole into IT, showing off my angry side to my friends for the first time. Then IT was gone and Bill found Georgie’s coat and we were leaving, holding each other close and trying to get the full story from everyone’s point of view. They were disturbed to hear about Bev’s idea of the future that she’d sort of seen while under the influence of the deadlights and even more so by my far too casual conversation with IT. And then Bill was standing, ready to get us to vow to all come back. Bev and I looked gazes before standing up. We had dealt with IT more, so I applauded her for standing up with as much confidence as I did.

I was one of the last ones to leave, but the obvious tension between Bill and Beverly was obvious, and I would get an earful from Bev about it later, who was only too excited to have another girl in the group to talk about her feelings too. Especially when, it seemed, they included the boy I liked. Not that she meant it to be that way...

I didn’t care though. Sissy and Bev were safe and IT was gone. For now. There were pieces to pick up before I could even start to think of romance, and years to live that held plenty of time to figure it all. For now, I had to say goodbye to one of my first new friends only a few weeks after I had gained her friendship. Right now, everything else could wait.

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hangjie · 6 years

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masterpiece. [ bill denbrough ]

summary: bill draws pictures of reader, even though they’ve never talked before

warnings: one swear word

word count: 1,003

author’s note: a short imagine for y’all bc this is my first time writing about my billy boy!! idk why but the gif is so satisfying to me?? idk ‘bout y'all tho. this is an original imagine and not from my wattpad acc ayeeee!!

this is set in bill’s pov btw!

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(y/e/c) - your eye color

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there she was.

she sat on her desk, her (y/h/c) hair sitting on top of her shoulders, her elbow prompted on top of the desk and her head placed on top of her palm as she listened attentively to the teacher.

she’s beautiful, no doubt.

i sketched the curves of her face and looked back at her then drew some more, trying to make it as realistic as i can, though her beauty can’t be compared to a drawing.

as soon as i was finished, i placed my pencil down and held my sketchbook in my hands, staring at my work. it’s good, but she’s better.

the school bell rings, indicating the end of class. the teacher tells us about our homework as we pack up our things and head for our next class. i put the notebooks and books i need for my next class inside my bag and i just held the ones that i don’t need, including my sketchbook.

i was the last to leave and i was greeted by the chaos and noise of the hallway. people were running around, some were skating, and so much more.

i looked around and tried to spot my friends, immediately seeing the curly light brown hair of my best friend, stan. i was about to call them, but they obliviously walk away from my sight. i sighed and speed walk, trying to catch up to them.

i was too focused catching up to my friends that i didn’t notice passing by the bowers’ gang and henry smirking as he placed his foot in the way, making me trip and fall to the ground.

i dropped my things and grunted as the bowers’ gang laughed at my fall. i stand up quickly and was about to fire something back at henry and his goons, but i hear someone shout henry’s name.

“hey! leave him alone!” i hear someone say and i look to see her, glaring at henry. henry scoffs and smirks at her, raising an eyebrow. “yeah? what are you gonna do about it?”

all of a sudden, she grips the collar of henry’s shirt and pushes him against the locker with a great amount of force, looking at him with rage in her eyes. henry looks at her with shock and his goons try to break them apart, but as soon as she looked at them with a death glare, they freeze and slowly backed away.

henry tries to break free from her, but her grip on his collar was so tight and strong that her knuckles were turning white.

“what the fuck?! let me go!”

she leans in towards him and says with gritted teeth, “don’t make me repeat myself. leave him alone or else i’ll get my dad to tell your dad about the bullshit that you’ve been doing.” (a/n: just to be clear: reader is the daughter of henry’s dad’ s best friend hehe)

henry’s eyes go wide when she mentions about his dad. “okay! okay! i’ll leave him alone!” she finally lets go of him and he scurries off with his goons following him behind.

she turns to me with a soft smile, making my breath hitch in my throat. “hey, i’m so sorry that they were bothering you. you okay?”

“y-y-y-y-yeah,” i manage to say, my stutter becoming worse.

she bends down to the ground and picks up my things. i froze in place, shocked that a beautiful girl like her was helping and talking to me. i broke from my frozen state when i hear her chuckle when she picks up my sketchbook which was coincidentally opened on my drawing of her.

i quickly snatch my sketchbook, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. she gets up and gives me back my things and i thank her, shyly. it was obvious that she was holding back a laugh and it irks me that i embarrassed myself on our first time talking with each other.

she lingers with the same cheeky smile she has on her face and says, “mind if i see that drawing of me again?”. my eyes go wide with shock and i try to say something back, but all that comes out of my mouth were inaudible mutters of panic. “c’mon, i won’t judge you. i appreciate you noticing my beauty.” she flips her hair sassily, making me chuckle a bit.

a million thoughts kept running in my mind that it was a bad idea to show her the drawing and i feel the panic and fear rise inside of me, but despite all the bad thoughts, there was something inside of me telling me that it could be an opportunity for something.

i hesitantly flipped through my sketchbook and stopped at the drawing of her. she stands closer to me and stares in awe at the drawing. while she was admiring the drawing, i was admiring her.

her (y/e/c) eyes evident with happiness, fascination, and curiousity as to why someone drew a portrait of her. her soft and delicate fingers tracing the lines of the pencil, making some of the pencil lead smear on to her fingers.

i can’t believe that she was pressed up against me, looking at my drawing of her without any judgement or embarrassment.

“it’s a masterpiece,” she says, softly. she backs away from me and chuckled. “i want to learn how to draw like that. do you mind teaching me?”

“n-no, n-n-n-not at all.”

i smile as she grabs a piece of paper and pen from her bag and writes down her number. as soon she was done, she rips the paper and gives it to me.

“call me when you’re free, okay?” i nod and hold back the smile that was growing. we bid each other goodbye and walked away. as soon as my back was turned, i fist-bumped the air in excitement and exclaimed a victorious ‘yes!’.

i hear someone call my name and i turned around to see my friends walking towards me. i smile and approach them, excited to tell them about my rather convenient experience that happened just a minute ago.

MASTERLIST

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richietozierluv · 6 years

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he first knew - (bill denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Summary: As the unmentioned leader of the Loser’s Club, they look to him for support, for someone to tell them what to do and that it’s going to be okay. Until now, no one made the effort to tell him that he’s going to be okay, and because of you, maybe he will start to believe these things himself.

Author’s Note: I swear it’s not as angsty as it sounds, I always write at like 1am so maybe it’s reflecting into my writing whoops

Word Count: 1,505

Warnings: Swearing and ?Wasps?

“We gotta be c-c-careful, I don’t want to leave a muh-muh-mess. My dad will be –“

He spat out a number of ‘p’s, and finally managed to say ‘pissed off’. You, Bill, and Eddie were taking advantage of Bill’s empty house, by playing, what was supposed to be, a friendly game of Monopoly.

“It’s not my fault that she’s clearly fucking cheating!” Eddie pointed at you accusingly. Sure, he was your best friend, but he was a pain in the ass. Oh my god he was such a pain in the ass.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” you retorted.

“Ha, ha. Do you even realise how many germs there are in your mouth? You’d be literally sucking someone to death.”

“Eds,” he threw a dice at you, “you are a germ.”

Bill watched this catfight play out as he cleaned up the remains of the game pieces, and put the game back under the TV cabinet. It ended with a poor “your mom” joke on Eddie’s side, and a middle finger on yours. After he had slammed the door and left, you turned to Bill.

“Sorry Big Bill, I thought he’d finally learnt how to not suck at playing games.”

You plopped down on the couch, and flicked through the pile of movies Bill had selected for your weekly movie night.

“I guess it’s only e-ever a matter of time until h-he throws a tantrum. We can’t expect too much from the kid.” He sat down next to you, and almost punched you in the cheek in order to grab ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street’ from your hands. “You think you’re up for it this time?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh my god, are you kidding me? Not only am I up for it, but I will love watching you st-st-stutter in fear,” you both smiled at each other, only noticing how close your faces were when the front door started to unlock. Instinctively, you both jumped back.

You both said goodnight to Bill’s parents, who had walked upstairs almost as soon as they were inside.

His parents loved you, or at least that’s what Bill thought, but it was hard to make a judgement when they didn’t speak to their son all that much, let alone you. The first time you met them, his mother had offered a reluctant, “Hello, nice to meet you, Y/n,” and you worried yourself thinking you had made a bad first impression. But when you turned around to see Bill’s expression of absolute overjoy, you felt reassured; although a little sad that such a small gesture could make him so happy.

After discovering that you were in fact, not up for it, and could only watch the movie through the fingers over your eyes, and with the help of Bill’s arms around you, the both of you had fallen asleep on the couch.

Unsurprisingly, his parents didn’t even notice.

A few weeks before, Beverly, Ben, Stan, Eddie, and you, listened intently to Richie’s take on what happened to him and Bill at the infamous house on Neibolt Street.

“I swear to god, IT almost had me by the balls. If it weren’t for Bill and his gun, I would no longer be a man.”

“I-I don’t know w-what a duh-duh-dead thing smells like, but now- now I th-think I do,” Beverly’s hand went to her mouth, “it smells- it smells like shit.” Any other time they would laugh, and Richie would congratulate Bill on telling a ‘ripper of a joke’. But all he got in response was a look from you, a look that knew too well, he supposed.

“And the worst thing is, it didn’t even look like a real werewolf. It looked like something from a movie, I saw the zipper on its back.” Richie fumbled with a loose thread at the edge of his Hawaiian shirt, not knowing exactly what else to say. To be honest, he was expecting more of a reaction than just the sound of Eddie pumping his asthma puffer. The only weird thing about that, was that he did it only the once, almost as if he was contemplating letting his head get cloudy enough to knock him out. Over the next few hours or so, the barrens became a confessional. Everyone started to share their own encounters with IT; Beverly and her bathroom sink, Eddie’s leper lover at the aforementioned house, and your encounter with the giant wasp nest in your bedroom.

At 7pm, although undiscussed, the group split into pairs so that they’d make it home in time for dinner. You left Eddie with Richie and Ben when you realised Bill was walking alone.

“So I guess you won’t be seeing Attack of the Werewolf 2 anytime soon?” you nudged him playfully, and he smiled sadly back.

“I-It’s too bad you’re sc-scared of was-was-“

You let him stutter for a few moments before saying, “You aren’t allowed to make fun of what I’m scared of. We signed a disclosure agreement.”

“S-sorry… Do you w-want to know where was-wasps come from?”

“Bill-“

“St-stingapore.”

You threatened to push Bill onto the road, even though there were no cars at this time of night in Derry, but gave in to laughter when he smiled at you wildly. Partly because the joke wasn’t half bad, and partly because you felt like there were butterflies- no, wasps- in your chest at the mere sound of his voice. You didn’t care that it cracked and stuttered, you would do or say anything to hear it.

Bill invited you in, as his parents would be home late, and went to the kitchen to grab you both a can of soda. He tripped over his own feet, and let the cans roll out of his hands, when he heard you playing a familiar tune on the piano in the back room. The light that filtered in through the hallway draped itself over you, enabling you to see the piano keys in the dark. You fumbled, hit all the wrong notes, but it still sounded okay.

“How-how do you know that song?”

You jumped when Bill had sat down next to you.

“My dad- he had this crappy little keyboard, but he’d always play this song to me when I was little and I couldn’t sleep.” You were all too aware of Bill shaking, and laced your fingers with his so that he would stop.

“Can you teach me- a- a little bit?” he was whispering, but it sounded loud, and you could hear him trying not to cry.

“Okay, put your right hand here,” you shifted it with your own, “and your left hand,” you untangled your fingers and positioned it in front of him. “It can be a bit tricky at first,” you smiled, forgetting he couldn’t see you. You moved his fingers to the right keys so that it sounded like it should be a song but wasn’t quite, and before Bill could tell you that his mother used to play this song to Georgie, you asked him, “Bill, I know you’re not, but- are you okay?”

He wasn’t shaking anymore, but full on hiccupping with sobs. You held him tightly, brushing your hand gently through his hair.

Bill’s crush on you started out as puppy love. After picking up the dinted cans of soda, and getting a new pair from the fridge, he plopped down on the couch next to you, as if he had done it hundreds of times before, even though this had been your first time at his house without the others. He passed you a Coca Cola, felt his heart jump when you smiled a thank you, and stuttered, “Do- do you wuh-wuh-want to watch a movie?”

Throughout the film, he stared at you, noticing as if for the very first time, how beautiful you looked, even with the only light coming from the television screen.

You first kissed him when you let him beat you at a game of Scrabble, because you just couldn’t resist how happy he looked, and wanted to live in that moment forever. It was messy, you had grabbed him by the neck of his shirt, and pulled him over the game board. When you pulled back, you didn’t even for a moment think he wouldn’t want to kiss you, but you wanted a good look at his face; eyes closed, mouth still puckered, and his cheeks as red as yours. He knocked over the rest of the Scrabble letters almost like a little kid, or Eddie, who was losing at a game, to collide his lips with yours once again.

He first knew he loved you when he woke up in the middle of the night, after watching ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street’, and felt entirely too warm with you sleeping right next to him on the couch. But instead of waking you up, he pulled you closer and tighter, never wanting to feel cold again.

AN: i am finally getting out of my writer’s block but it’s probably not healthy sitting in the dark on my laptop at 2am writing and writing and oh god. anyways hopefully this is okay! I've never really read any bill stuff myself, but i do love him a lot and just wanted to care for him because WHO ELSE WILL??????

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#bill denbrough #bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough x reader #it cast #it cast imagine #it movie #jaeden lieberher #jaeden lieberher imagine #jaeden lieberher x reader #richietozierluv

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minimickzy · 7 years

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I do need you || Bill Denbrough

Request: I just got a feeling

Characters: Reader x Bill, the losers club

Unedited

Word count: 1730

Warning: Blood, It, Nightmares, bullying. This is a little hard not gonna lie.

A/n: this is one of the darkest things I've ever done.

When Beverly was taken by IT you went to the sewers just like everyone else. It was hard to go back, when Richie blew up on Bill, you were the first to side with him. You walked away. Not because you were scared, but what was the point?

You were one of the original members of the losers club, ever since you started to hang out with Eddie and Richie back in the second grade. They were your family. But that all changed the Summer after Georgie went missing.

That was when all of your insecurities started to crack though your hard exterior. You started to feel like they had moved on from you. You were always in the back of the group, sometimes they forgot to tell you about plans, and worst of all, Bill started to look at Beverly how he used to look at you.

You were in love with Bill. There was no other word for it. If he called you were there, you barely left his side during the search for Georgie, you were there to make sure he ate or changed his clothes, you walked him to school and even went as far to stand up to Henry Bowers for him.

So it hurt like hell when he and everyone suddenly cut you out. You hadn’t even told them about when It came to see you a few nights after everyone split up. You had been asleep in bed when you woke up to a weird sensation on your feet. You saw Bill massaging them “Bill?” You croaked out. You knew it wasn’t him. He looked different. He felt different, he was just different. “W-what are you doing here?” You asked, he slowly started to walk around the side of your bed, trailing up your leg with a single finger.

He stopped standing over your head. “I came to see you (y/n).” He didn’t even stutter. “No. You're not Bill.” You started to sit up and move away from him when he grabbed your wrist. “Am I not real enough for you?” It asked, tears started to stream down your face. “Let me go! I want to go!” Its grip tightened, you looked around for something to hit it with, but you turned back and screamed when it was no longer Bill and instead a tall clown, smiling down on you.

As you whimpered it moved it’s hand up your arm to your shoulder and then you neck. “I was real enough for Georgie!” It laughed as you gasped when his grasp on your neck tightened and everything went black.

You would have never believed it wasn’t just a nightmare if it wasn’t for the fact that when you woke up in the morning there were scars from nails on you neck and dried blood on your pillow. That was also the day you started to wear your hair down.

Richie was the one to call you about Beverly. At first you thought he was joking so you hung up the phone after telling him to fuck off. But when he called back you knew something was up. So you biked to the old crack house.

When you pulled up everyone was waiting outside. Bill and Stan gave you a funny look. “What?” You snapped. Richie turned with a smile at the sound of your voice which fell right off when he saw you. “Why’s your hair down?” He asked, it caught you off guard. “Because why not, What’s it to you anyways?”

Richie put his hands up and stepped back from you, “Well it’s someone’s time of the month.” You rolled your eyes and flipped him off. “R-ready?” Bill asked, everyone nodded except for Stan who looked just about ready to shit himself. You huffed and followed them into the house.

You and Mike were the only ones still at the top of the well when Henry got there. He went after Mike first, and when Mike was down it was your turn. He punched you a few times in the stomach and then held you up the wall by only your neck. You swear there was nothing behind his eyes.

Right before you would black out mike kicked Henry’s legs out from under him, causing Henry to return to him. He was about to shoot Mike with the bolt gun when you picked up pipe and hit him on the back of the head. Not hard enough to knock him out though. You stepped back when he stood up and turned to you with a smile that could kill All by itself.

You screamed and hit him with the pipe right on the nose, blood shot back onto your face as he fell down the well. You looked over the edge with Mike down to the rest of the losers. “Woah, you two look like shit!” Richie yelled up.

You and Mike got down to the tunnels and everyone started to walk. You fell behind with Stan a little, both of you didn’t want to be here but for some unknown reason felt like you owed it to your friends.

Everyone in front of the two of you were talking when the sound of a pebble hitting the wall made you both turn. There in the tunnel was It leaning into you view. “Stan-” “yeah I see it.” It waved and then leaned back hiding himself again. You two made eye contact and when you looked back to the group they were gone. “Guys?” you asked, Stan shook his head and the two of you started to rush through the tunnels. You ended up in a roundabout type thing.

You went on way around the circle and Stan went the other but when you would have met him in the middle he was gone. “Stan? Stan!” he was just gone, into thin air. You started to frantically look around for any sign of him.

“Hiya (y/n)!” you turned at Richie's cheery laugh. “Richie?” you started towards him when you saw the balloon he was holding behind his back. “No.” you stopped dead in your tracks. “Wanna know a secret?” you turned around to see Eddie now standing where you had just been.

You shook your head, hair tangling in front of your eyes. “Come on (y/n)” to your right Ben had another balloon. “You’ve been replaced…” Beverly was on your left, tears now brimming your eyes. “Please.” you begged it to stop. “I don't need you anymore… I don't want you anymore.” it felt like a cut across your back. You turned slowly hoping your ears deceived you, but sure enough there was Bill. the same bill from the night in bed. The different bill.

“No, no, no,” you couldn't form any other words, you stumbled back into one of the tunnels as your friends gathered in front of you spitting venom. “Just go home.” “you're useless.” you covered your ears and cried, praying this was a nightmare you could wake up from. “You make me sick.”

You tripped over a stick and fall back into the greywater. “We never even liked you.” something warm was running down your back. You tried to pull yourself further from the creatures as you put a hand to the back of your neck. You looked back at your hand and screeched, it was cover with your thick blood.

The cuts from where Its nails had dug in someone broke. Letting blood flood out of your neck. “Help!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. “No one cares,” “there's no point of yelling.” “no one even noticed you were gone.”

Right when you were about to give up a pair of arms wrapped around yours and pulled you backwards. “(y/n)! It was Bill, the real Bill this time. “Bill?” you pulled yourself away from him. “You left me! You didn't even care.” you yelled. You saw the others behind him and Stan with blood circling his face and fresh tear tracks. “No I p-promise. It was I-It!” you shook your head but everything was started to get blurry. You had forgot about the cuts, you fell forward into his arms. You couldn't stop crying.

You blacked out for a while after that but woke up mid fight with It. richie hit him with a bat. Before you thought about what was happening you pulled out a umbella from the pull of junk you had been propped against. It went to the losers, changing into their weakness. As soon as it locked eyes with you, you knew you had to fight. You stood up and it shifted into Bill. “I don't wan-” you screamed and stabbed in right in the heart with the tip of the umbrella sending it back to beverly.

A few days later, after you had went to the hospital and told them it was Henry Bowers, you met the rest of the losers in the field. You all stood in a circle. Bill made a speech about coming back to derry or something but you were to zoned out to really be listening. You did however notice when he took a piece of glass and cut his hand. He nodded and then started around the circle. When he got to you he paused for almost too long.

“Come on B-B-Billie, we don't have all day!” Richie yelled from behind him. Bill shook his head and cut your palm causing you to wince. “Shit.” you gritted your teeth. Bill took his place next to you and grabbed your hand. Everyone went around the circle clasping one another's hands for better or for worse. “I hate you guys.” Stan cracked a smile and everyone laughed gently.

One by one everyone left until it was just you and Bill. “I should probably be getting home.” you spoke quietly. Like you meant brake the moment. He nodded and you stood up started to walk away. “(y/n)!” you turned around, he was already running towards you. “I-I-I-” he cut himself of but kissing you. He pulled away and you cracked a smile. You placed your hand on his cheek and leaned in again. This it lasted longer, it was sweeter, it was real Bill. who was really kissing you. “I do need you.” He whispered as he placed his forehead against yours.

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fight-me-wyatt · 6 years

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Wyatt Oleff ~ Ice Cream by the Ocean

Request/Prompt: “Do you think you could do a fluffy Wyatt x reader where they go on cute little spending the day exploring town kind of date?” From Anonymous on tumblr.

Ship: Wyatt Oleff x fem!reader

Summary: the reader and Wyatt are going on a date in town… So basically the request lol.

Type: fluff

Warning: Only warning would be swearing. And slight sexual innuendos?

Word count: 3670 (including A/Ns)

Hope you enjoy it. Let me know! I kinda got carried away with the beginning and didn’t do a big long town date part, so if you want me to redo it I’m more than happy to! The gif doesnt fully fit the story but its the outfit i was imagining. but i mean hes really cute even when hes not smiling, so, ah well. Not my gif, gif credit goes to @staruris ! xx (Btw, Y/S/N means Your Sisters Name, instead of your ship name, in this)

Y/N POV

I shook my head at my reflection for the 100th time. Nothing was working with me. I took the clothes that I was currently wearing off and chucked them on the ‘no’ pile that was growing rather steadily on my bed. I dove back into my wardrobe, trying to find something actually half decent, shuffling through hangers and folded clothes. I screamed quietly, throwing my hands up on the air.

“I give up! I’m not going” I groaned.

I turned around, running my hands through my hair, to see my older sister, leaning on the door frame of my room, smirking.

“Shut up, Y/S/N” I grumbled, folding my arms.

She chuckled and let herself into my room and starting skimming through my wardrobe.

“Yeah, no, please, come in, make yourself at home” I muttered sarcastically.

My sister smiled sweetly and shrugged “thanks!”

I rolled my eyes, but simply sat on my bed, waiting for her to finish what she was doing. She turned to me with a sigh.

“You really don’t have anything good to wear…. come on, I think I may have something in my wardrobe.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her own room.

I sat down on her bed as she opened her wardrobe with a dramatic flourish. I rolled my eyes at her and sighed.

“There’s no point. I’m not going to look good anyways. I don’t think he even likes me. I might as well not go.” I grumbled, staring down at fiddling with my fingers. My sister just glared at me.

“I think the fuck not, Y/N/N, you’ve been looking for to your date with Wyatt for ages!” She put her hands on her hips, drumming her perfectly manicured, purple nails against her floral patterned dress.

I looked down at my own bitten nails and my rather fat thighs that I hated. I frowned and darted my eyes away before I overthought it, as I usually did.

Y/S/N grabbed my hands and held them, speaking softly,

“Y/N/N, don’t worry. You’re beautiful, and he knows it.”

I looked at her cautiously.

“How do you know, though.” I whispered, scared.

She smiled at me as if she knew something that I didn’t.

“Well,” she replied, “I can tell because of the way he looks at you, with so much love and admiration. The way he talks about you, nonstop and with affection, and that smile he gets whenever you’re mentioned. And that’s only the beginning. But, enough of that. Let’s find you something to wear” she grinned and patted my hands before disappearing into her wardrobe.

I didn’t pay attention to her occasional mutterings of “not this”, “never in a million years” and other similar comments as I mulled over her previous words. Did he - did he really think and do those things?

Y/S/N broke my thoughts by squeaking excitedly. I quirked an eyebrow up at her, unsure about what she was harping on about. She grinned at me brightly and pulled out a cute casual summer dress that was black with thin horizontal white stripes. I looked at it doubtfully but took it from her nonetheless. I pulled it on over my head. The material was light and comfortable. Y/S/N stepped out of my way so I could see myself in the reflection. I peered at the figure in front of me as they did the same. The dress had t-shirt sleeves, a scoop neck that wasn’t low enough to show anything (thank god) and it went down to my knees. I turned around and looked over my shoulder so I could see the back. The waist was elastic, meaning it pulled in, slightly showing the curves that I did have, in an innocent flattering way. I spun around once, the already slightly flared skirt spinning with me.

Y/S/N squeaked with joy and clapped her hands.

“Oh yes. 100% yes. I’ve had it for, like, ages and its getting quite tight on me. You might as well keep it.” She winked and grinned at me, “Aw, you look so adorable in it, Y/N/N! Do you like it?”

I smiled softly, biting my lip. I continued to stare at this familiar stranger behind the glass, and nodded.

“Yeah… Yeah I do!” I said slowly getting more confident.

Y/S/N nodded, happy with my answer.

“Wait here for one second.” She said gesturing for me to do as she told me. I shrugged, curious as to what she was doing.

She was back within the minute holding multiple accessories, including a pair of white converse- my converse.

“You do realise I’m capable of grabbing my own shoes from my own wardrobe, right?” I asked, slightly sassily.

She grinned and rolled her eyes.

“Why, I would never make your royal highness do that, now would I?” She curtsied lowly, pulling her skirt out.

The shoes dropped awkwardly out of her arms and I snatched them up from where they had rolled to a stop on the floor.

I quickly pulled them on my feet, and as I stood up Y/S/N shoved a floppy, wide-brimmed, creme summer hat onto my head. I rolled my eyes and moved the hat so that it was on properly.

My sister looked me up and down, as if I was a complicated algebra problem that she was trying to solve piece by piece, analysing every part of my body and outfit. I started to get uncomfortable under her critical eyes, so I folded my arms, turning my head away from her, embarrassed. She nodded slowly, having solved the problem in the complex algebra equation that was my date look and outfit.

“Hair and makeup, then we’re done. I promise.” She reassured, sensing my unease.

I nodded slowly, smiling ever so slightly. No matter how annoying she could be, she really did care about me.

She lead me to the bathroom and got started.

“Y/N! Wyatt’s here!” My mothers voice echoed done the hallway to the bathroom where my sister was finishing up on my ‘look’.

My eyes filled with fear, horror, excitement, and a range of other emotions.

“Y/S/N! Hurry up! I don’t want him to talk to mum for too long, who knows what she could say!” I urged her on, but she just laughed.

I looked in the mirror and saw my face with light, simple makeup that was almost not noticeable. My hair was out and flowing in waves down my back.

“Okay, okay, I’m done.” She smirked and looked at her handy work and nodded happily. She handed me my over the shoulder bag containing my wallet, phone and camera.

“Here you go! Have fun, hun.”

I gave her a hug whispering a quiet thank you in her ear, before running through to see Wyatt and my mum deep in conversation.

I groaned and blushed, accidentally turning both of their attentions onto me. My eyes widened realising what I’d done. Neither seemed to mind though.

Wyatt’s eyebrows went up as he smiled, and I heard a small “wow” slip from his lips. I blushed a deeper red and I lowered my head awkwardly.

“Oh honey, you look beautiful!” A voice broke the silence and my head darted up to see my mum clasping her hands, with a look of awe on her face.

I winced, embarrassed.

“Muuuum! Please stop….” I tried to tell her without words that she was deeply embarrassing me.

Wyatt just chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Your mum is right, you know, you do look beautiful.” He said softy.

I bit my lip and I let my eyes run over him.

He was wearing skinny jeans, and a simple white tshirt with his blue reflective sunglasses hanging off the neck line of his tee and he had a black bag over his shoulders. His curly hair looked perfect as usual and I couldn’t help but grin.

“You don’t look to bad yourself, Oleff….” I smirked shyly, looking at him directly for once.

My mum awkwardly cleared her throat, breaking up the moment Wyatt and I were sharing.

“Okay, well you kids have fun… Not too much fun, though. And be home in time for dinner. ” she paused, wondering if she should give them “the talk”.

I quickly nodded, and grabbed Wyatt’s hand pulling him out the door.

“Okay, will do, thanks mum, bye! Love you!” I called over my shoulder hurriedly.

When we were out onto the street I let go of his hand slowly.

“Uh, sorry about that… She didn’t say anything weird or make you uncomfortable while you were waiting for me, did she?” I asked, with fingers crossed.

Wyatt chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. We both started strolling down the street, no destination, just walking together.

“No, no, don’t worry. She was just asking me about filming, my parents, how excited and nervous you’ve been for this date, school, my siblings, that kind of thing, ya know?” He shrugged grinning at me.

I nodded slowly before stopping as realisation dawned on me.

“Wait. She did what?!” I put my head in my hands and groaned “ohmygod that’s so embarrassing, I’m so sorry…”

Wyatt smiled softly and nudged me.

“Yeah, but do you know what I told her?” He asked me.

I shook my head, peering through the gaps in my fingers.

“I told her, that I too was feeling that exact way.” He said blushing, keeping his eyes on the path ahead.

For a minute or so, the only sound was our footsteps on the pavement. Oh, and my extremely loud thoughts, all screaming at me telling me different things all at once, but, thankfully, he couldn’t hear those.

I cleared my throat, trying to clear my head at the same time. It didn’t work.

“You-ah-you did?” I asked, looking down, letting my hair fall with it, afraid to look at him.

“Mmhmm” Wyatt nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets, nervously, worried that he shouldn’t have mentioned anything.

I smiled, my mouth hidden behind my hair.

“Uh, why were you…. Why were you nervous?” I asked, finally looking up at him.

He grinned and shook his head, shrugging.

“I don’t know….. Why were you nervous, Y/N?” He said, teasing clear in his voice as he bumped my arm with his elbow.

I simply scoffed and playfully glared at him, rolling my eyes.

“Oh, shut up, Wyatt.” I laughed trying to hide my embarrassment.

We walked in silence for a couple of minutes, looking around at our surroundings of trees, houses and cars going past. It wasn’t awkward, it was simply natural, as we walked in a content silence. Wyatt took his hand out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck. He let his hand drop to his side awkwardly. I noticed his awkwardness and turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. Wyatt looked at me and opened his mouth before turning away, not saying anything. Before I can say anything, he turns back around to speak.

“Okay, but seriously, Y/N/N, why were you nervous?? Do I make you nervous?” He said with a soft, teasing smile.

I blushed and shyly slid my fingers between his so that we were holding hands.

“Well, Wyatt… It’s because I really really like you, and I’m always nervous and I get butterflies whenever I’m with you and I’m worried that I’m gonna muck up what we have. And I don’t want it to end, because you make me feel so happy and I love spending time with you…” I spoke quietly, ironically nervous to say so.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked at him to see that he was blushing, with the widest smile on his face. It may be cheesy, but, one look at his genuine smile, and all of my worries dropped away.

Neither of us could stop smiling as we walked, hand in hand, down the street. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Wyatt keep stealing glances at me. I laughed lightly and looked at him teasingly.

“Take a picture, Wy, it’ll last longer you know.” I teased, winking at him, all the while grinning.

He coughed awkwardly, turning away, muttering a small “sorry”.

He paused to think, before letting go of my hand and grabbing his camera from his bag. My eyes widened and I shook my head.

“No! Wyatt, I was joking! Don’t you dare take a picture of me” I said groaning, half joking, half serious.

I loved taking photos, and I loved the photos Wyatt took, but I hated to be in front of the camera. He looked at me with a pout and a pleading look, his chocolate brown eyes melting my stupid heart. I groaned and glared at him slightly.

“Fine, you asshole. Just hurry up and take the damn picture” I said smirking.

He grinned and held the camera up to his eye. I blushed but smiled anyway, awkwardly standing on the path.

The flash went off and I breathed a sigh of relief, as Wyatt checked the photo. He muttered something that I didn’t quite catch and I bit my lip, unsure of whether to bring it up. He put his camera back in his bag and we resumed walking.

“Uh, wy? I didn’t quite catch what you just said…”

Wyatt turned red.

“Oh. I-uh, just said that you, uh, you look really gorgeous…”

My eyes widened and I looked down at my feet, kicking a stone across the street.

“Oh, um, thanks…” I turned and softly kissed him on the cheek.

Now we were both as red as tomatoes. I couldn’t believe I had just done that, and neither could he. Not that he was complaining.

We were approaching the small ice cream shop that was on the corner. It was somewhere we often went, before and after we had started dating. We had been going out for a little under two months, but had been friends for a lot longer, and yet we were both incredibly shy about the whole 'dating’ thing. We both saw the small shop and grinned at each other, previous awkwardness forgotten.

“Ice cream?” He asked with a smirk, grabbing hold of my hand again so that they were entwined.

“Ice cream.” I replied simply.

“On your marks?” He asked, setting a challenge.

I stuck my head up high, took off my hat so it didn’t blow off and smirked.

“GetsetGO!” I said quickly, sliding my hand out of his, and preceded to sprint off in the direction of the shop.

His mouth dropped open and he began to sprint to catch up.

“You little shit!” He called out to me.

I laughed, happily, throwing my head back. He was quickly gaining on me, and I could hear his footsteps getting louder behind me. So, I pushed myself harder.

I skidded to a stop at the doorway of the finish line, breathing heavily. Wyatt was so close behind me, he didn’t have time to stop before crashing into me. We landed in a heap, giggling together.

Wyatt stood up and offered a hand to me. I gratefully accepted and he pulled me up so I was a little under eye level with me.

“How does it feel, Oleff? To be beat by me?” I teased.

He shook his head, grinning.

“Nope. You cheated, you got a head start, Y/L/N. Therefore, I win by default.”

“I did not cheat! I won fair and square! You’re just upset that you aren’t as good as me.” I scoffed, winking at him.

I turned to walk into the shop, but Wyatt grabbed my arm softly and pulled me back. We were mere centermeters away from each other

“Okay, fine. You won. Don’t you want your prize then?” He whispered

“My prize? What pr-”

He cut me off by closing the small gap between us and pressing his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss, closing my eyes. I kissed back slowly, before hesitantly pulling away. Holy shit. My first kiss. Wyatt Oleff just kissed me. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, and he had a matching one on his. I stood there shocked for a minute, before my senses kicked back in.

“Uh, you still up for ice cream?” I asked in a pitch higher than normal.

“Oh, yeah, definitely.” He grinned, and we walked inside.

“One orange chocolate chip ice cream and one goody goody gum drop ice cream. That’s $6 thanks.” The bored cashier said with a strained smile.

I reached into my bag for my wallet before Wyatt rolled his eyes at me.

“They’re on me, Y/N/N”

He payed and grabbed the ice creams for us, and gave me mine. Not before licking some of my ice cream though. I chuckled and gave him a light shove as we left the shop and into the sunny spring day.

“You didn’t have to pay for me, Wyatt”

“I know…”

“That was a thank you, by the way…”

Yeah, I know"

I grinned and slid my free hand into his own free hand.

We walked along the street and down to the harbour, ever so slightly swinging our locked hands between us.

We sat down on a bench with a view of the calm ocean, the sound of waves washing up on the beach a comforting noise, the squawking of the seagulls; not so much.

We sat and licked our ice creams, the sea breeze occasionally blowing my hair into my ice cream. I grumbled, annoyed, and pulled my hair out, slightly smearing some of the ice cream on my cheek. Wyatt laughed, shaking his head at me. I glared, playfully, poking my tongue out at him. I wiped my cheek with the back of my hand to get rid of the cream. Wyatt smiled softly, biting his lip.

“What?!” I asked him, confused at his actions.

He chuckled and lifted up his hand, tentatively.

“May I? You’ve still got a little bit of ice cream riiiight…” He said slowly, before quickly dipping his finger in his own ice cream and smearing it all over my cheek, “there.” He grinned, proud of himself.

My mouth fell open, but I started laughing along with him.

I moved so that I was fully facing him, a smirk on my face, and a plan formulating in my mind.

“Oh? Is that so, Wy? Funny you say that, because you happen to have ice cream riiiight…” I grabbed his hand that contained his ice cream and quickly guided it so that it gently smeared across his cheek, “there”.

He burst out laughing as I raised my eyebrows, pleased with myself. He wiped the ice cream off with his index finger, and licked his finger clean, winking at me.

We constantly joked around and made innuendos because our senses of humour were relatively the same, and one reason our relationship worked so well was because we could make each other laugh all the time. I’d constantly be in stitches over some lame joke that Wyatt had told me, or he’d be gasping for air over some stupid pun I had made.

I did the same with the ice cream on my cheek and blew him a kiss. Wyatt grinned and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, staring out at the horizon. Melting into his arms, I lent my head on his shoulder, enjoying the peaceful view of the ocean. In that moment, I couldn’t have been happier, and little did I know that Wyatt was feeling the exact same way.

It could had been minutes, or it could’ve been hours that we sat there, together on that bench. We would occasionally break the silence to tell the other a joke, or comment about something we could see, such as a boat out on the horizon, or a cloud that was shaped like a tree, but other than that we simply sat together enjoying each other’s company.

With my head still on his shoulder, I smiled brightly.

“Thanks, Wy. I couldn’t have asked for a better day.” I said softly.

We both had our eyes on the two seagulls gliding through the air together as he replied.

“Well, I recon we can beat this day, and have an even better day another time… But only if you’d like too?” He said shyly.

“Are you asking me out on another date, Wyatt Oleff?” I grinned.

“Indeed I am, Y/F/N.”

“Well, i guess I have to say yes, I need to see if it’s possible for a day to be better than this.” I teased, looking out over the ocean where the same two seagulls were dipping and diving at the water with each other.

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve been having writers block, and school has definitely not helped lol. Xxx This was kinda not really “exploring town” so, if you’d like for me to write that, let me know! And I’ll add it to Tommys to be written! HOLY SHIT! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS!?!? This is crazy xxxxxxxxxxxxx

@nctzenaf here's the one I was in the process of writing.. Don't worry I'll still write another!

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pennywisewho · 7 years

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Imagine your reaction when you see Georgie

You’re with Bill in the basement when you see Georgie.

You: FUCK NO! I AINT MESSING WITH THIS SHIT AGAIN! BILL YOU COMING?

Bill: Georgie?

You: ALRIGHT! YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN! Sienara suckers!

(You running up the stairs)

You: Oh no! No no! This shit is fucked! I ain’t trying to die with this motherfucker!

(You open the basement door and peeked your head.)

You: BILL? BILLY? ARE YOU GONNA FLOAT WITH GEORGIE?

(Bill running up the stairs)

Bill: FUCK NO! HE CAN DROWN IF HE WANTS!

You: THIRSTY ASS CLOWN

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s-t-u-c-k-i-n-t-h-e-80s-blog · 6 years

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Hi-Yo Silver!

I’ve had this Idea in mind for a fic for a while, now, and I thought It’d be a decently good place to start for this blog, so boom, here’s a reader-insert fic starring Big Bill and his trusty bike. This is sort of a gift for a friend, roughly based off of an idea from an IT story we started a while back, and it plays a little bit with the turtle god connection all the kids have, that the reader’s involved with, too. PAIRING: Bill Denbrough/Reader WARNINGS: Blood and Cuts, A little bit of cursing, that’s about it. SUMMARY: Bill Denbrough runs you over with his bike and insists that It’s now his duty to make sure you’re okay. You bond over bandages and comic books. __________________________ The first time you really meet Stuttering Bill Denbrough, he runs you over with his bike.

When you take away all the pain it caused the both of you, the situation was really quite comical. It had been on a Saturday morning, and the front tire of what you now know is named ‘Silver’ crashed straight into your thigh halfway through your journey across the crosswalk in front of Derry Library. You had briefly heard a boy scream something along the lines of ‘Watch out!’ and a loud clink and scrape of a roller chain before the impact, and at the time you hadn’t known where to look after opening your eyes; the books in your hand flying out towards the side of the road in a fit of flapping papers and endangered spines and cover arts, or the poor boy above you, his bike tilted completely forward onto his front wheel and his shins catching just on the handlebars before he could fly any farther. His eyes were comically wide before the both of you made unpleasant contact with the road, and you think you would have laughed if it weren’t for the shock you had been in, at the time.

It happened really quite fast, after all.

You’re sure the instant he started talking after both of you mutually shared a few groans and grunts of pain was the instant you recognized him. It was hard not to; you two had an art class together, and because he was a fifteen year old freshman and you were a seventeen year old senior, it was the only class you two shared. He only talked when he had to, but the few times he spoke really did ingrain itself in your memory for one honest reason; his stutter. It was hard to miss, because sometimes when the teacher forced him to talk It’d get so bad that his knuckles would turn white on his desk and his face would go red until Ms. Stevens let him off the hook when the class would start murmuring and your indifference towards most of the Derry High students would turn sour. When Bill Denbrough was the topic of a conversation, it would almost always be about his stutter. You’ve heard immature students mock him in the halls all the time, both behind his back or right when he’s walking by, and although you never joined in on the teasing because you wouldn’t want to label yourself an asshole, you know you still fall victim to the fact that It’s almost always ‘Stuttering Bill.’ You’ve just never been able to talk to him enough to recognize him as much else, though you know he’s very pleasant to talk to when you two are partnered up for something, and his art skills are amazing.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m s-so sorry, are- are you o-okay? I-I should’ve b-been watching where I-I-I was g-going,” He’s talking faster than he normally does when he pushes himself back onto his feet and moves his bike off of the lower half of your body, and you notice that his stutter gets a little worse when he realizes who you are. When the situation kicks in as he holds his hand out to help you up, you suddenly don’t know whether or not to be angry at him for his blatantly reckless driving, or amused. When you’re pulled up back onto your feet, you don’t really get to decide, yourself, because his clammy grip on your hand almost slips halfway through getting you back on your feet and when you stumble a bit you start to giggle. There’s a look of confusion in his cerulean blue gaze at this fact (you note he’s about an inch smaller than you, if that, at his age,) before he looks like he wants to laugh, too, and he hides a small embarrassed smile that tugs up on his lips by ducking down to start collecting the books that are sprawled out across the road. You try to tell him that It’s okay, you’re fine and you could do it yourself, but when he further insists that it was entirely his fault (which, to be fair, it was,) and that he wants to help, you let him collect the rest of your things with a bit of a smile.

While you watch him grab the last (bent, you’re devastated to see, you hate ruining books,) book off the road, you can’t help but notice the tint of red that dances across his cheeks and runs up the tips of his ears. You pass it off for simple embarrassment, because at the time it very much was at least half that, and another feeling you wouldn’t realize until much later.

You continue to try and reassure him that the crash hadn’t hurt you too much and that you’d be fine on your walk home after he hands you your books and insists he take you to the Center Street Drugstore to get you patched up, for it was just a right turn away, but you stop trying to walk the pain off on your own when you realize how badly all the scrapes and bruises on your body sting and ache after the adrenaline starts to wear off. There’s blood already staining the right knee of your blue jeans, seeping through the fabric around the tear the fall made, and you notice a red smear on one of the covers of the books you’re holding, as well, when you shift your hold to steady the stack.

You two end up walking there, side-by-side, instead of hitching a ride on Bill’s bike, because you didn’t trust it enough to get you to the drugstore safely after having been pummeled by it just a few minutes ago, and the crash had injured the Denbrough’s leg enough to where he was limping and had to use the big bulky piece of metal as something to lean on. You don’t think It would’ve worked, anyway, even if his leg was alright, because you have about six books in your hands and he takes four when he sees the scrapes on your palms halfway to the Center Store. You mostly let him because you know this isn’t only helping you, but It’s also helping him ease some of his guilt over running you over full-speed on a bike he barely fit on.

You make small talk on the way there, and find out that he was headed to meet up with a friend at his house; a boy by the name of Richie Tozier, who you share a Theatre class with. You tell Bill of this fact, and when you do he gets an amused but knowing grin on his face before you two end up talking and laughing about how Richie loves theater class despite him constantly cracking jokes about it to his friends to stay as cool as Richie Tozier could, and how Richie’s surprisingly good at what he does during games and practices and Bill seems happy to hear that you genuinely seem to enjoy the trashmouth’s company in the class; that he makes it more fun to be in. You end up moving on to art talk, and he makes suggestions of where to get supplies in Derry because you’re new and hadn’t found a place yet and you compliment what you’ve seen of his skills in class and he compliments you right back. You hadn’t realized how easy and enjoyable it was to talk to the boy until you two arrived at the Corner store faster than you think you would’ve liked, and all the laughter and the charisma between the two of you is instantly stubbed out when all the aid supplies seen through the window on the shelves reminds Bill of the situation the two of you are in, and he sits you down a bit sheepishly on the green bench outside and tells you he’ll be right back and It’ll be quick.

He sets his bike against the wall beside you and in about six minutes or so, he comes back out with disinfectant and bandages and bandaids and one or two other things he thought he might need and you find yourself chuckling a bit at the way he stumbles with the objects in his hands before he drops them all on the seat beside you with the same red color on his cheeks as before. “I’m glad I m-made sure to bring m-money, today.”

“Oh god, how much did you spend? I need to repay you, this is ridiculous.” You run a hand through your [hair color] locks after setting your books down when he sheepishly motions for you to, and he shakes his head with a smile that’s contagious enough to make you mirror him, and you’ve officially decided that he’s a very sweet boy before he even opens his mouth, again.

“N-no, don’t, I w-wanted to. I don’t think I-I would’ve been able to s-stop being guilty, otherwise. I’m s-sort of reckless when I’m- I’m riding Silver.” He mumbles out a passive ‘sorry’ when he dabs a disinfectant wipe on your scratched up palm and the sting makes you wince, and the look of concentration in his eyes as he works makes you smile a bit in amusement. You can’t tell if he’s terribly inexperienced with this or if he knows what he’s doing.

“Silver?” “My- my bike. I n-named it Silver.” His cheeks flush up in red again at the fact, and it seems to only make him focus more on your hand as he starts wrapping bandages around the fleshy tears and cuts.

“...Is that a Lone Ranger reference?” You might not be a huge fan, but you’ve dipped into your fair share of comic books and you’ve definitely stumbled across quite a few of the volumes in the Lone Ranger series. They’re relatively old comics, popular in the fifties, and you chuckle a bit when Bill’s face lights up at the sheer fact that you recognized the connection.

“Y-you’ve read those c-comics?” “Well, I read comics. I’ve only read one or two but It’s enough to know where ‘Silver’ came from.” You brush a few strands of hair behind your ear and swell with a tiny bit of pride at your knowledge; It’s not really something to be proud of as a Derry Senior high school student but the look of astonishment you get from the boy affects you enough to feel happy about your hobby for a little bit. “It’s a good series, you’ve got good taste, Denbrough.”

“...I-I can lend you some of the c-comics, s-sometime, if you- you’d like. I-I-I know Richie has s-some, too.” He proposes the offer in a bit of a way that sounds like he’s unsure, as if he expects you to laugh at him, his head ducked down to focus on where he was finishing up with your other hand, and you grin at the fact; senior girls must be intimidating to him.

“Yeah, sure. I’d like that.” He glances up at you then with a genuine smile, and you wholeheartedly grin back at him. You don’t exactly know how long you’d ended up staring at him-- his eyes were a really pretty shade of blue, you’ve noticed-- but he wasn’t shifting away like it was making him uncomfortable and something in your chest feels warm. It wasn’t anything like what you normally felt when you found a cute guy in the hallway, or made a friend, or exchanged something heartfelt with someone you’re close too-- It was more; deeper, and stronger, something that both made you incredibly happy and a bit overwhelmed. You’d felt this way before, numbly, with Richie-- a connection that made him stand out from the rest of your classmates, but this time it makes your face heat up and your heart jumps in your chest when somebody glances at the two of you when they walk by to head into the Center Store as if you’d almost been caught doing something embarrassing.

You gazes tear away, then, quickly-- he abruptly focuses back on bandaging up the rest of your wounds and your eyes shift beside you to read the title of one of your books as if this was the first time you were discovering it. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you until he’s done patching you up and tries to dismiss his own wounds but you force him into the bench seat to swap places with a shared laugh at the struggle, and he winces when you try to move his leg.

You tell him that he’s probably going to have to get that checked by a professional sometime, and he grimaces at the thought of the doctor’s office and It’s so terribly relatable that it forces out a bit of a laugh from your throat that gets him to loosen up. By the time all the bandages have been used up and all the wounds have been covered, the two of you have talked about multiple subjects and are already starting to crack a few jokes with each other about the bike incident and you wholeheartedly regret not trying to get to know him, sooner. He’s genuinely fun to hang out with; It’s odd how comfortable you are around him after only having been run over by ‘Silver’ about an hour or so earlier.

Eventually, Bill makes it to his bike and drags it out onto the side of the road, and you collect all your books and stand a couple feet away on the sidewalk in front of the drugstore with a smile and he shifts on his feet a bit before turning to look at your once more with a hesitant expression. “A-are you sure you don’t w-want a ride back t-to y-your house? I p-promise I won’t cruh-crash, again.”

He sends you a teasing smile and you chuckle and shake your head, shifting your weight onto one leg as you make a shooing motion with the hand not pressing your book pile against your chest. “Shoo, Denbrough. I live just a few blocks away, I’ll be fine. I’ll see you at school on Monday, alright?”

You get that warm feeling in your chest when he glances at you, again, and your gazes don’t linger as long because he’s holding up a heavy bike and he realizes Richie’s waiting for him and after saying your goodbyes, you watch him pull his weight on the peddles down the road and you don’t think you’ve ever grinned wider than you had at that moment when you hear him call out a “HI-YO, SILVER, AWAYYY!” down the road the second he gains smooth speed before he turns the corner and he’s gone. You try to read a few pages of one of the books in your hands on the way home but you end up having too many thoughts on your mind, and when you arrive at your front porch you’ve reread the first three paragraphs about five times.

On Monday, Bill Denbrough sheepishly asks to sit with you during your art period and the two of you get called out by the teacher at least three times for ‘disrupting the class’. When you open your locker between periods, that day, to grab something you had forgotten, there are two volumes of the Lone Ranger comics placed inside, and a little doodle of you on a silver horse, with the wind in your hair and a grin on your face between the pages.

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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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