#Also /shoves Victor in a locker for good measure

[luckyblackcatxiii]

Needed to put in an order for stickers and decided to indulge by sliding in some Vallaki boy designs, namely Victor and Vasili!

Beginning to get the ball rolling for the Vallaki sale I'm aiming to open in autumn, hope you're as excited as I am~ 👀

[stenbrozier]

Knight in Dull Armour (Bill Denbrough x Reader)

“hey, hi! i really like your writing, you’re amazing! can you do “I’m not a damsel in destress, I’m a damsel doing damage” with bill? if that’s okay! thank you!” - @gabiatthedisco

Plot: Henry is picking on you, and you friend, Bill, notices. He asks you in history class if you need someone to stand up to you for him, but you deny, wanting to beat Henry up yourself.

Warnings: violence, teeny bit of harassment (not sexual per say but sexual), mentions of blood/bleeding + swearing

A/N: This is my first request 🥺🥺 please send me more!! also thank you for liking my writing ❤️ it means so much

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Henry snickered as you scrambled off of the pavement, blood oozing lightly from the scrapes on the bottom of your hands. You looked back up at him, noticing him raising his fist again. You ran away, holding your backpack against you tightly as you raced through the crowd of people filtering into the school. You sighed when you finally made it to your locker, slightly out of breath and examining your hands. You put down your backpack and took off your hoodie, wiping your hands on it and holding it in between your hands to stop the bleeding. After a minute or so, you opened your locker, sticking the hoodie into it as well as grabbing the book that you had left in there the night before. You picked up your backpack, sifting through it and putting things you didn’t need away.

“H-hey (Y/N)!” You turned around, seeing your history deskmate, Bill, walking you to you. He looked upset, but then again, he had had the same look of sadness on his face since his brother, Georgie, was found dead.

“Oh, hey,” you said back, shutting your locker and putting your backpack on to walk with him to class.

“I s-saw you in the p-p-parking lot earlier with B-Bowers,” he brought up softly, looking over at you to see if he should continue speaking. “I-if you need me to t-t-talk to him-m, I c-c-could if you’d like.”

You smiled at him, shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders. You didn’t think that it was a big deal that Henry picked on you. You’d known him your whole life, and while he wasn’t nice to you at all, he was still nicer to you than he was to people like Bill and his group of friends.

“It’s okay, Bill,” you replied. “He’s always been like that. Plus, if I needed to beat him up I would.”

“B-But he shoved you ear-earlier.” His voice was getting a bit louder, the edges of it getting sharper. “You d-didn’t even hit him b-back.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered, walking ahead of him and turning into your history class. “I could beat him up if I wanted to.”

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“Shut the fuck up, Henry,” you yelled, trying it get out of his grasp as Bill and his friend, Eddie, watched from the distance.

Bill had asked you if you wanted to hang out with him and his friends that day, to which you obviously agreed. What you didn’t plan on was Henry and his ragtag group of friends showing up to beat the shit out of you. He had you pressed against the side of Keene’s drugstore, the alley smelling like stale piss and hot, rotting garbage. Henry had punched you a few times, causing your nose to start bleeding. You had kicked Belch and Patrick in the nuts, and they were moaning on the ground still. Victor had retreated after that, not wanting to get involved any further.

“Come on, doll,” he mocked, pushing you further against the wall. “Don’t you wanna taste?” He pushed his mouth close to yours, and you lifted up your knee, kneeing his hip as he bounced back out of surprise.

Bill and Eddie ran up, Bill marching right into the alley as you started beating on Henry. You had used your hand to yank his hair back, getting him off you enough so you could knee him again. You pushed him back into the opposite wall, and when he fell to the ground, you kicked him in the stomach a few times and once in the face for good measure; however, you continued to kick him in his face, tears streaming down your face out of frustration.

“(Y-Y/N)”, Bill screamed, catching your attention. You looked up at him, stepping away from Henry, seeing Patrick and Belch both looking at you in horror before grabbing Henry and pulling him away from you and Bill. Eddie watched from the street, his hand grasping at his inhaler.

“I told you I didn’t need your help,” you said smugly, wiping your tears away. “I’m not a damsel in destress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”

Bill nodded, helping you out of the alley and into Keene’s, wanting to get you all cleaned up before you met the rest of his friends. As you guys walked through the store, he told you about his friends, Eddie jumping in every once and a while to add a witty comment.

“Bill,” you asked softly as Eddie cleaned you up on the bench in front of Keene’s. “I’m...I’m sorry you had to see me beat Bowers up like that. He just makes me very angry and I’ve dealt with it for too many years.”

Bill shrugged his shoulders. “It-it was your f-fight. I was g-gonna g-get involved but I didn’t b-b-b-because I knew you nee-needed to fight.”

You smiled up at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek as Eddie took care of your scraped knee. “Thank you, Billy.”

Eddie fake gagged, earning a laugh from you and Bill.

“Everyone else will like you,” Eddie said happily. “You’re totally badass.”