(they've always been losers together)
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"Come on, Y/N. You can tell us the truth. Big Bill here has a small wiener right?" Richie grinned.
It was the summer before their last year of school and during the time between defeating IT and letting Georgie go, Bill had gotten himself a boyfriend and he was welcomed by the Losers Club. Even Beverly, who would visit Derry in the summer, liked Y/N.
Of course, this doesn't mean he was safe from the lewd comments of trashmouth Tozier.
Y/N looks at Richie, who is currently huddled with Eddie underneath a tree by the water of the barrens. "It's a shame you think that. He's great in bed. I don't think I've seen anyone bigger than Bill packing downstairs and it's so hot hearing he stutter that he's going to cum."
For a moment, everyone just stares at them as Bill blushes hard. Eddie breaks the silence. "Bullshit! I call fucking bullshit!"
"Yeah, there's no way Billy's tapped any ass." Richie said.
"Well, he has. Big Bill's no longer a blushing virgin."
That just made Bill blush harder.
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i forgot this so im reminding whoever else might see this: stanley is a year younger that the rest of the losers
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Stanley Uris had a hobby in birdwatching, which is so fitting for his character because he "took flight" and ran away from the danger the moment he felt he needed to. Birds have a tendency to keep clean and will get stressed if it's not and, even though this fits Eddie, with many of Stan's tendencies I think it also fits him. He also follows the group very often, just as birds do. Although at the end of his story he didn't, the reason he even agreed to the oath was because the others did and he found safety in those numbers. Birds tend to be flock animals. This comparison isn't perfect, of course, but I think Stanley Uris acts like a bird and it's interesting to think about.
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Finished It today. Boy am I obsessed.
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And himmmm aaaaa, he's sooo cuteee🥺😭😭
I'm in love..
I love cute boys <3
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me always saying I have a soft spot for Bill Denbrough for i dont know why
my massive homosexual crush on James McAvoy
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“i didn’t go to the moon, i went much further - for time is the longest distance between two places”
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Hello!!! I’m thinking about being a fan fictions writer:) please give me some suggestions on what/who to write❣️
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Finished picture of Bill Denbrough
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58. 63., 84 for the fanfic questions
58. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?
other than canon-specific things (shout out to the tab of https://discoelysium.fandom.com/wiki/Skills I have had open for months now) it was auguste dupin lmao. promise that'll make sense later, but I was just trying to remember if there was an E at the end or not.
63. what's the best insult you've read in a fic?
I *almost* said I don't remember things like that, but then I realized I do and it is absolutely 100% "Nebula Award Winning novelist William Denbrough." thank you @avocadomooon hats off to a real one
84. said: overused or underused?
underused UNDERUSED. such an important unword. there are just times when your brain has to elide over dialogue tags, ok, not everything needs the impact of a poem. you don't have the same economy of words. you can just use said, guys, I promise, it's ok.
send me a number!
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[ RECIEVED: @earthlost ] rough day, huh?
[ SENT: Mike. ] My professor’s just a dick.
[ SENT: Mike. ] Want to grab lunch with me?
[ SENT: Mike. ] It’d be nice to see you.
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@ridichi3 said : “ i had to do that… just once. “ accepting.
it’s instinctive, the way bill’s hand lifts to rest against richie’s cheek when he closes the distance between them. breath is caught in throat along with the rapid beating of his heart. he doesn’t know why rich is kissing him, but he knows that maybe he likes it. when he pulls away, bill’s eyes are wide and curious. he is keenly aware of the fact that he should say something. richie is staring at him and the feeling of his lips are lingering against bill’s, but no words are rising. he’s waiting for the punchline that never comes. richie isn’t laughing, so that meant it wasn’t a joke. “ i don’t un - un - understand, rich. “ bill’s voice is soft and he swallows down the nerves he can feel building. this just made moving that much more difficult.
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LISTEN , IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY , OKAY ? there is no denying the sheer exhaustion settling deep into your bones . it had already started off on a bad note when your alarm this morning decided not to go off today of all days , marking you late once again to your creative writing lecture located all the way on the other side of campus . oh , and let’s not forget : you were the latest victim in the downpour that seemingly followed you everywhere you went , as if it were the cloud’s personal vendetta to thoroughly soak through your tattered converse and that old , navy blue sweatshirt to the point where you looked more like a wet puppy than an actual human being right then . so yeah , today fucking sucked ( and the soaring tidal wave of scummy street water splashing onto your back from the tires of the latest passing car was simply the icing on the cake for the single worst monday to go down in the history of mondays ) . could it even possibly get worse ?
SEE , THE THING ABOUT BILL . . . HE IS ALWAYS SO FUCKING NICE . so much so that you wonder if you even deserve it . your disgustingly sopping shoes were dripping onto the carpet of his welcome mat upon your late arrival to his apartment ( again , fuck this monday in particular , thank you very much ) and while you half expected to be turned away from the inconvenience of it all , bill did the opposite . @racointeur was practically dragging you inside , much to your own surprise , the continued domino effect of this very bad , very horrible day seemingly stopping in its tracks the moment you crossed the threshold . now , with your sodden clothing left to dry and your gangly limbs adorning a pair of bill’s soft , flannel pajamas and some t - shirt of a band you hardly recognize , you quickly come to realize just how much you fucking needed this fleeting moment of kindness . for someone to actually look at you and decide right there that you are worthy enough to be cared for . and bill gave that to you so fucking effortlessly that you’re a little too stunned to even move , let alone speak . luckily for you , bill beats you to it .
why don’t you stay the night ? i’ll take the couch .
IT TAKES YOU BY SURPRISE , AT FIRST . the soft baritone of his voice hovering just barely above the whisper of the television . the way you can practically feel the warmth radiating from him , such proximity setting alight a swarm of butterflies fluttering incessantly beneath ribcage . can he feel it , too ? the same prickling feeling ghosting along fingers , itching to reach out to touch ? the twisting of your body allows the contact for you , knee brushing lightly against his , and your breath catches despite yourself . bill looks to you with a gentle sense of finality , as if his mind has already been decided , and the inside of your stomach melts into something syrupy and sweet at the sight . he wants you to stay . you . mike wheeler . the absolute disaster of a human who’s too tall and too lanky for these borrowed clothes and whose rats nest of curls are matted beyond repair and who was definitely snort - laughing a little too loudly at some of the scenes to this movie , and you really wonder what it is that he fucking sees in you to want to keep you around . the sheer realization has you flushing beneath his scrutiny , and you’re silently grateful for the low light so that he may not see the darkening blush blooming atop the dusting of freckles .
“ NO ! ----- no , i mean , like --- i don’t want to like intrude , or anything . that’s all . ” arms stretch awkwardly out in front of you , shoulders rising all the way to your ears as if to stave off the sudden rush of embarrassment tingling beneath your skin . fidgeting with the woolen hem of the blanket , a gentle smile begins to show itself as you sink back into cushions of the couch , swallowing lightly . perhaps this awful day didn’t have to stay that way . “ besides , i could totally take the couch . it’s fine . ”
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the losers meeting during the 27 year memory gap is something i need like water
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