#Bill Denbrough x reader

[rat-typewriter]

Bill Denbrough First Kiss Hcs

Okay so bill is probably super nervous when yall start dating

Because like youre you and hes just bill

((we all know bill is perfect ok give this boy some confidence please))

No matter how good friends you were before 

He will treat you like youre made of glass or something 

The first time you kiss he probably barely touches you

Like for real he probably doesnt know what to with his hands and so just stands super awkwardly

He might hold your hand but he probably gets really sweaty hands or super cold hands and then feels awkward about it 

You’ll probably have to sit him down sooner or later and just be like

Look. I like you. I won’t judge you. Okay?

He probably stutters and tries to explain himself

Please cut him off with a little kiss

Just a peck but it means a lot

Sitting so close that you can feel his eyelashes when he blinks

Yall probably sit like that for a bit 

Many little kisses and whispered sweet nothings are shared

When you finally pull apart

He probably starts to cry a little

And you panic like oH gOd No iM soRrY

But he’s like nononono

He explains that ever since what happened to Georgie, hes been terrified of losing everyone he loves

You probably wrap him up in a tight hug and promise that youre not going anywhere

He’ll cry a lot when you say that

He just really likes you

[leighbaye]

— BEN’S BUNKER

written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , losers club 𝔁 f! reader | wc 2300

summary. spending time the your bestest friends in the world, in ben’s surprise hideout for the losers club. a stronger bond flourishing inside!

labels. feminine reader, happy go lucky girl, shy cute girly girl reader, no definite description of reader, she/her pronouns used, reader is closer to richie toizer & eddie kaspbrak.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. hey everyone! i was rewatching it 2019 and me being the self indulgent person i am, i started fantasizing about us (readers) being with the losers! lots of love.

summer days in derry had a special kind of magic, one that was even stronger when you spent them with the losers club. today, ben had promised a surprise, and you couldn’t wait to see what he had in store. the air was thick with excitement as you all made your way through the woods, your heart fluttering with anticipation.

❝ are we there yet? ❞ richie’s voice rang out, filled with mock impatience. you were walking beside him, as usual, and his playful energy was contagious. you couldn’t help but smile.

❝ yeah, ben, how much further? ❞ eddie added, swatting away a mosquito with a grimace. you could tell eddie was getting antsy, but his curiosity kept him moving forward. you gave him a reassuring smile, hoping to ease his nerves. richie noticed and nudged you with his elbow, his grin wide.

❝ you know, eds, (y/n) here could probably carry you if you get too tired, ❞ richie teased, earning a light smack on the arm from eddie.

❝ shut up, richie, ❞ eddie muttered, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to hide a smile. you laughed softly, loving the way they always managed to make you feel at ease, even when they were bickering.

finally, ben stopped in front of a large thicket, and your curiosity peaked. he pushed aside some branches, revealing a hidden entrance. ❝ here it is, ❞ your eyes widened as you stepped through the opening. inside was a large, cozy space, bigger than you’d expected. there were shelves full of books, soft blankets, and a huge hammock strung up in one corner, large enough for several people. the place felt like a secret clubhouse, one that was just for you and your friends.

❝ ben, this is amazing! ❞ you exclaimed, your voice filled with awe. you turned to look at him, and he blushed slightly, clearly pleased with your reaction.

❝ yeah, ben, this is awesome, ❞ mike added, already exploring the different corners of the hideout. ❝ you really outdid yourself. ❞

❝ i thought it would be nice to have a place just for us, ❞ ben said, his voice warm with affection. ❝ a place where we can hang out and just be ourselves. ❞

richie immediately made a beeline for the hammock, his eyes lighting up with excitement. ❝ dibs on the hammock! ❞ he shouted, flopping down onto it with a dramatic sigh of contentment. you laughed and followed him over, sitting down on the edge of the hammock.

❝ you’re such an ass, ❞ eddie grumbled, but he couldn’t resist joining you both. he climbed onto the hammock, settling in beside you with a huff. you found yourself sandwiched between richie and eddie, feeling the gentle sway of the hammock as they playfully jostled each other.

❝ careful, you’re gonna tip us over, ❞ you warned, your voice filled with laughter. richie just grinned at you, his arm draping casually around your shoulders.

❝ don’t worry, (y/n), i’ve got you, ❞ he said, his tone teasing but affectionate. you leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. on your other side, eddie was muttering under his breath about how richie was being annoying, but you could tell he was just as happy to be there.

as you lay there, the three of you fell into a comfortable rhythm. richie and eddie kept up their usual banter, tossing playful insults back and forth while you relaxed between them. their voices became a soothing background noise, and you found your eyelids growing heavy as the hammock rocked gently beneath you.

❝ hey, richie, do you ever shut up? ❞ eddie grumbled, though there was no real bite to his words. he was more focused on making sure you were comfortable, adjusting a blanket around you with a careful hand.

❝ only when i’m asleep, eds, ❞ richie shot back, his grin widening as he caught your eye. ❝ and even then, i’m sure i’m the most entertaining sleeper around. ❞

❝ if you say so, ❞ eddie muttered, but you could see the fondness in his eyes as he looked at you. ❝ (y/n), how do you put up with him? ❞ with an exaggerated sigh.

you just smiled, feeling the warmth of their friendship surrounding you like a protective shield. ❝ i guess i’m just lucky, ❞ you replied softly, your voice filled with contentment.

eventually, the steady rhythm of their voices and the gentle sway of the hammock lulled you into a peaceful nap. richie’s arm was still draped over your shoulders, and eddie’s presence beside you was a comforting anchor. as you drifted off to sleep, you felt completely safe, knowing that your best friends were right there with you.

when you woke up, the sun had shifted, casting a warm, golden light through the small windows of the hideout. you blinked sleepily, realizing that richie and eddie had fallen asleep too, their heads resting against yours. the hammock was still gently swaying, and for a moment, you just enjoyed the quiet peace of the moment.

after a while, you carefully extricated yourself from the hammock, trying not to wake richie and eddie. they both stirred slightly but didn’t wake up, so you quietly tiptoed away, leaving them to their nap. as you looked around the hideout, you noticed bill, stan, and mike sitting together on a pile of blankets, engrossed in their books.

❝ h-hey, (y/n), want to j-j-join us? ❞ bill asked, glancing up from his book with a welcoming smile. you nodded, making your way over to them. you sat down beside stan, who gave you a small, shy smile as he handed you one of the books from the shelf.

❝ thank you, stan, ❞ you said softly, returning his smile. he nodded, his eyes already back on his book.

you opened the book and quickly became absorbed in the story, losing yourself in the world of words. the four of you read in companionable silence, the only sounds being the rustle of pages turning and the occasional soft murmur as one of you reacted to something in the story.

after a while, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. looking up, you saw beverly smiling down at you. ❝ hey, (y/n), can i steal you for a bit? ❞ she asked, her voice warm.

❝ okay, ❞ you replied, closing your book and setting it aside. you stood up and followed bev over to where ben was working on some project with a hammer and nails.

❝ we could use some extra hands, ❞ bev said, handing you a hammer. ❝ ben’s been teaching me how to build stuff, and i thought you might want to join in. ❞

you smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude for beverly’s thoughtfulness. ❝ i’d love to help, ❞ you said, taking the hammer and kneeling down beside ben.

❝ thanks, (y/n), ❞ ben said, giving you a grateful smile. ❝ we’re just reinforcing some of the shelves and adding a few more. it’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it. ❞

❝ definitely, ❞ you agreed, already feeling a sense of accomplishment as you began hammering nails into place. as you worked, bev chatted with you about all sorts of things—clothes, movies, and boys. it was nice to have some girl time, and you found yourself opening up to her in a way you hadn’t before.

❝ you know, (y/n), ❞ bev said, her voice turning a bit more serious, ❝ i’m really glad you’re part of the losers club. you bring something special to the group, and i just want you to know that you’re really important to all of us. ❞

you felt your cheeks flush with warmth at her words, and you looked down at the hammer in your hands, suddenly feeling a bit shy. ❝ thanks, beverly, you said softly. ❝ that means a lot. ❞

she smiled at you, her eyes filled with kindness. ❝ it’s true. don’t ever doubt it, okay? ❞

you nodded, feeling a swell of affection for your friend. as the two of you continued working, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the bond you shared with the losers club. they were more than just friends—they were family, and you knew that no matter what, you’d always have each other’s backs.

after finishing up with the shelves, you and bev stepped back to admire your work. ❝ not bad, ❞ ben said, clearly pleased with the results. ❝ this place is really coming together. ❞

❝ it really is, ❞ you agreed, feeling a sense of pride in what you’d accomplished. ❝ i’m glad i could help. ❞

❝ you did great, ❞ bev said, giving you a friendly nudge. ❝ now, how about we take a break? i think we’ve earned it. ❞

you nodded, feeling a bit tired but happy. as you made your way back to the main area of the hideout, you noticed that richie and eddie had finally woken up and were now bickering playfully as usual.

❝ hey, sleepyheads, ❞ you called out, giggling as you approached them. ❝ have a nice nap? ❞

❝ the best, ❞ richie replied with a wink, stretching his arms above his head. ❝ but we missed you, (y/n). it’s not the same without our favorite girl around. ❞

❝ yeah, we woke up and you were gone, ❞ eddie added, his voice mock-petulant. ❝ don’t do that again. ❞

you laughed, feeling the warmth of their affection wrap around you like a cozy blanket. ❝ don’t worry, i’m not going anywhere. ❞

the rest of the day passed in a blur of laughter, stories, and moments that you knew you’d treasure forever. by the time the sun began to set, casting a warm golden light over the hideout, you felt completely at peace.

as you all gathered together in the hideout, huddled close on the blankets and bean bags, you couldn’t help but marvel at how lucky you were. the losers club wasn’t just a group of friends—they were your home, your family, your safe haven in a world that could be so full of darkness.

and as you sat there, surrounded by the people who meant the most to you, you knew that no matter what the future held, you’d always stick by their side as much as they stuck to yours.

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

[edenl0vesu]

Prompt: You ask Bill to put his cigarette out on you

Warnings: suggestive (??), mentions of hair pulling/choking but it doesnt happen, obviously this is around putting a cigarette out on a human

Pairings: Bill Denbrough x reader (AGED UP)

“W-what the fuck no im not gonna put my c-c-cigarette out on you.” Bill protests not wanting to hurt you. Despite the fact "your request sent all his blood feeding to his cock. “Please bill.. i want it please” you beg him lifting skirt up and point to where you want him to put it out. “It’ll burn you” he speaks carefully, he knows you like the pain and he loves inflecting it but this is more than just choking or some hair pulling. This is extreme compared to what you’ve done together he doesn’t wanna hurt you to bad. “Please i want it to hurt” you continue to beg him. “Fine” he sighs giving in, taking one more long drag from the cigarette. He grips your thigh gently and pulls it up on his lap, he presses the cigarette into your skin. You hiss out in pain and he looks up at you looking any sign of the pain being to much, but what he saw made him immediately regret not doing it sooner, your face was full of pleasure, tears in the corner of your eyes. He pulls the cigarette away from your skin before flicking it into the ashtray by his bed. “Bill..” you mumble as he moved your thigh and leans down to your thigh before kissing the burn, then slowly kissing around it. Your hands make their way to his hair and tug gently. “Thank you” you pant out as he moves back up and kisses you gently holding the nape of your neck. “Anything for you doll” he smiles into your lips and kisses you again.

[regulusblackslut]

i have 2 (maybeee 3) things coming out this week 👀👀 thanks for being patient! school is.. school 😐

[natewrightt]

hey! I’m really missing my boy bill denbrough now and was wondering if you could do a flirty!teen!bill denbrough x reader head canon? :) thank you <3

Bill flirting with you would include...

-okay

-first of all

-i feel like i genuinely wouldn’t know how

-and he’d be a little nervous because of his stutter

-but you would be watching a horror movie with him one night and it would just come to him like breathing air

- “y-y-you can hold onto me i-if you get scared”

-which didn’t work out because by the end of it he was whimpering in your arm

-it’s the thought that counts!!

-anyways

-he just NEEDS to flirt with you

-just once

-even though you’re both already dating he just feels like he could be so much better for you

-so...

- “I’ve been waiting for you, Denbrough.”

-yeah that’s right he went to richie for help

-why?

-because fuck you that’s why

-and as you can probably already tell

-IT DOES NOT GO WELL LOL

-bill listens to everything richie says and uses it on you the next day

- “h-hey sweetcheeks”

-and you’re just like

-?????

-just thinking oh he’s probably in a mood

-but no

-every. single. hour.

- “did you sit in sugar because y-you’ve got a p-p-pretty sweet ass”

-richie just giving him the thumbs up

-smhhhhh

-eventually though you tell him to quit it

- (in the nicest way possible)

-because you like him just the way he is

- 🥰 🥰 🥰

-love that for us

[lavenderstarsx]

The Drawing (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Summary: One day when you were in the library a drawing falls out of a book you were reading- and the drawing eerily looks exactly like you.

Word Count: 1.5k

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You made your way slowly to The Derry Library. The fall weather was now in full effect and you couldn’t help the feeling of the slight chill you felt while you walked. You were looking for more interesting books at the library- currently you were reading ‘The Great Gatsby’ which you knew was a classic- but it was required reading so by that criteria it made it fairly boring. You opened up the door to the brick building and stepped inside. Almost no one was there. It was in fact a weekend so not a lot of people liked to spend their two free days in a dusty old building that probably had a rat infestation. You did see someone you recognized there. The boy you saw was Ben Hanscom. He had his head in a book. You barely knew Ben- the only reason why you even recognized him was because he sat with Bill Denbrough at lunch. Ben had just joined the little friend group that called themselves ‘The Losers Club.’ Bill was in many of your classes. You pretended not to notice him but- man was it hard to. Bill took up most of your thoughts. You memorized the way he laughed- even though it was rare and almost only came out when the Tozier boy whispered an inappropriate joke into his ear during a lesson. Your friends didn’t approve of Bill. They usually called him a ‘freak’ or ‘weirdo.’ You mostly ignored them because in your eyes, Bill was perfect. He was kind, caring, and respectful. Something that half the school wasn’t. Then you snapped back out of your thoughts. You headed towards the fantasy section. You read a lot of fantasy books now ever since you rewatched The Princess Bride a couple weeks ago. You looked through a ton of books but none of them seemed good enough for you. Then you saw one- it looked rather basic. The book had a huge red dragon on the front with a knight giving a cheesy smile next to it. You quickly read the blurb on the back before slightly opening it. A medium sized piece of paper comes gracefully falling from the book. You quickly look around before picking the paper up. You froze. The drawing looked exactly like you. It had your signature y/h/c colored hair. It was like looking into a mirror. The drawing wasn’t signed but it did look weirdly familiar.

“Do you need any help, dear?” An older librarian woman asks you. You practically jump out of your skin when she says this.

“No ma’m i’m fine.” You say gingerly. You try to hide your blush as you find a table to start reading on. You picked the table behind Ben. You thought it would have been too awkward or weird to sit right next to the boy. You could barely focus on your book, you kept finding yourself staring at the drawing of you. You were terrified but also mesmerized at the same time. You decided to leave the library not long after. You held the drawing and your book close to your chest. On your way out of the library you gave Ben a small smile before opening the door back into the chilly air. You walked back home, and when you got to your room you quickly put your new book down and flopped onto your mattress. You stared at the drawing for a while. The detail was so intricate that it got your exact eye color down too.

Finally it was the end of the day, you were now in your pajamas and you were now ~finally~ reading the book you had gotten from the library. You found yourself enjoying the book a lot more. You slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you had to get ready for school. You chose a pair of jeans and a navy blue long sleeved shirt. You quickly brush your hair before rushing out the door. You made sure to grab the new book that you had just gotten and stuff it into your backpack. The bike ride to school was nice. You thankfully didn’t run into anyone from The Bowers Gang and you made it easily to school. The drawing was still in the back of your mind.

“Hey y/n!” You hear your friend, f/n shout to you. You quickly lock up your bike and rush towards them. You smile at them. They start talking about their weekend- which was not truly THAT interesting but you still smile and nod your head. You were more of a listener type. You and your friend walked to class together. But that’s when you saw him. Bill was walking to the same class as you. He was walking with Stanley Uris. Bill then had decided to hold open the door for you and f/n. You tried to hide your blush as you say,

“Thanks Bill”

“No pro-b-le-m y/n.” Bill then gave you a smile which made your heart melt to the core. You and f/n quickly went to your seats. You sat exactly behind Bill. The teacher started teaching the class but it was terribly hard to focus. Bill Denbrough, had given YOU a smile. You couldn’t help but to smile yourself. Bill also didn’t seem to be focusing. He seemed to be writing something in his notebook instead, you narrow your eyes to see if you could read anything of it. You didn’t want to seem stalker-ish so you pretended to be looking at the chalk board. But that’s when you see what Bill was doing- he wasn’t writing he was drawing. Bill wasn’t doing much to hide what he was doing. He seemed to be drawing a girl. Suddenly you feel Bill’s eyes shift. You and him caught eachother’s eyes. Shit. Bill then turns a bright shade of red and hides the notebook away from you.

That was odd.

The class went by quickly. In your head you tried to connect the dots. And that’s when you realize- what if Bill was the one to draw that picture of you? He had to- the style of drawing looked exactly like the picture of you did. Why would Bill draw you?

Throughout the day, you found yourself distracted. The thought of Bill and his drawings lingered as you walked to your next class. You kept replaying the events of the morning in your mind. Bill’s drawing, and the drawing from the library looked all too familiar. It was too much of a coincidence. Right?

Finally it came time for lunch. You spotted Bill with his friends. They were all gathered together. You feel a pang of jealousy as you sit with at your own lunch table. You glanced at Bill. He seemed distracted in thought. You decided to gather your courage and decided to walk towards The Losers’ table. When you reached the table everyone went silent. They all gave you a weird look. Everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Hey uh- Bill can I talk to you- for just a quick second?” You say.

Bill gave you a surprised look before nodding a yes. You and Bill find a quiet place on the stairwell that led to the cafeteria. You tried to ignore the curious stares of all of Bill's friends.

“Wh-at is i-t y/n?” Bill asked.

You take a deep breathe before pulling the drawing from your backpack.

“I- i found this in a book at the library yesterday,” You held out the drawing to Bill. “Did you uh- well draw it? I saw you drawing in class today and it looks alike to this one.” Bill’s eyes widened as he studied the drawing.

“Ye-a-h I did.” Bill admitted- he did look very embarrassed. You felt weird. You felt every emotion possible and something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“But why did you draw me?” You said the sentence quickly. Bill blushed.

"Be-because I… I like you," Bill replied, looking down. He was clearly embarrassed.

You froze as blood rushed to your cheeks. "You do?" you asked.

"Y-yes. And I, uh, have for a wh-while," Bill stuttered.

"I like you too, Bill," you revealed. You felt as though you were going to pass out, you were so happy.

Bills eyes widened again. He looked down meeting your gaze.

“Re-ally?” Bill questioned. A very small, shy smile formed on his lips.

You smiled, unable to control the large grin on your face.“Yeah, really.”

For a moment both of you stood there like time itself had stopped. Bill took a tiny step forward.

“So- u-h wh-at now?” Bill asked sheepishly.

You let out a small laugh trying to ease the tension,

“Do you want to go to the movies with me this weekend?” You replied.

Bill’s smile grew,

“I w-ould li-ke that.”

[urfavdilemma]

Dating Bill Denbrough Would Include:

uses she/her pronouns so just let me know if you need me to make a copy with different pronouns

Warnings: major fluff, a little smut under the cut, cursing ig, maybe a little bit of angst???? idk

alrightyyyyy lets get this started

you and bill have always know each other 

as you were in the same english class since 1st grade

but you never really spoke to each other

but little did the two of you know

the both of you always talked about the other to your friends

he always thought you were pretty but never made a direct comment to you about that

obviously

so you guys never really spoke

until the first day of freshman year

their english teacher made bill go up and read a short poem in front of the class

normally this wouldn’t happen as all of his previous teachers were aware of his stutter and didn’t make him read out loud

but this was a new school building

none of the teachers knew him or about his stutter

so he started to read the poem out loud 

and as per usual his stutter kicked in

“Nature’s f-first green i-is go-gold”

“H-Her hardest hu-hu-hue to h-hold”

his stutter only got worse as he got more nervous

“Her early le-leafs a fl-fl-fl-”

bill just couldn’t get the word out

the class bursted into laughter 

bill was mortified

you were furious

you stood from your desk and told them all off

after class bill thanked you for standing up for him

after that you both became really good friends

you officially met the losers

even though technically you have known each other basically your whole lives

just never hung out with them

but now you are officially a loser

summer between freshman and sophomore year bill invited you to his house

georgie always loves it when you come over

he asked you to be his girlfriend that day

your relationship is so fucking pure oMg

soft kisses all the fucking time

he appreciates you so much

you are so patient with him

sometimes he struggles to say certain things to you because it makes him nervous

he often beats himself up about it

he thinks you deserve someone better

but you love him

and he loves you too

you wear his flannels allllll the time

you coming over to his house just to see georgie 

and to make bill just a little bit jealous

lOves it when you play with his hair

he finds it really soothing

his parents love you

point blank period

they know- not think- they knowwww you and bill are perfect together

they even take you on the trip they take every summer

(lowkey i forgot where they go my b)

under the cut is less pg13 so if you dont want that... go away

hes is and will forever be soft and only soft

he loves you too much to risk accidentally hurting you

whenever he tries to unclip your bra he always get flustered and can’t do it

you unclip it for him

you undress each other

things can go slow

things can go a lil bit faster if needed

honestly not that kinky

but definitely has a praise kink

he just loves to hear you moan out how good he’s doing

and of course he loves to praise you as well

like a true gentleman

lets you come first

or come together

i guess it just depends if he can hold it or not

doesn’t really like condoms but uses them most of the time

when he doesn’t he usually pulls out and comes on your chest or stomach

always immediately cleans you up

dresses you in your pjs

lays down on his back with you snuggled into his chest

your heart perfectly in sync with his

[werrrrrd]

Bill Denbrough x reader

Summary: You had been pining after Bill for a while now, trying to keep your crush under wraps and not doing such a good job at it. Finally you can't bear the stolen glances and quick eye contact and you cave in to the urge to kiss him.

Warnings: swearing, implied underage drinking but none actually happening in the story, smooching and stuff

It had become a sort of ritual over the years.

Every Sunday, Bill would come to your family's house for dinner. It had happened the first time when Bill had mentioned to you that his parents hadn't had dinner together since they had lost Georgie. After a whole day of that fact gnawing at your conscience, you had called him up and invited him over to join you the next day. You tried to make it nonchalant, talking like your parents had come up with the idea or something, but the pause before his response had you thinking that maybe he knew. Still, a soft "okay" sounded through the phone and you broke out into a grin. After that it was every Sunday, even now that you were both 18 and ready to move to college.

"y/n! Bills here!" your little brother yelled out to you. A moment later, Bill was walking from the entryway to your kitchen/dining room with a small bunch of sunflowers in his hand. Your mother was first to greet him.

"Hi M-mrs, Y/L/N. I b-b-brought these for your table." Bill presented the flowers to her and she smiled appreciatively.

"you didn't have to do that," she said as she chopped up potatoes for the curry.

"Its n-nothing," he shrugged and smiled at her. You lifted yourself from the couch, leaving your siblings to watch the show on the TV.

"Hey," Bill smiled as you took the flowers from him and smiled back.

"was wondering when you would get here!" you called. You went to the kitchen to fetch a vase and filled it with water before setting it on the dining table. You smiled to yourself as you fussed carefully with the flowers, trying to spread them out evenly within the vase without ripping a pedal or breaking a stem.

"Yeah, s-s-sorry. Practice went long tod-day, I came as soon as I had a shower," His expression was pleasant as he watched you finish arranging the flowers with his hands resting on the back of a chair. A small blush rose to your cheeks as you were reminded of how perfect bill was.

He seemed to unknowingly prove it to you every time you and him or all the losers got together. How he always laughed at your jokes. How he did so well supporting the entire friend group, showing up to performances, games, or parties one of the losers was hosting/attending. Once he even came to your little sister's piano recital with a poster for her.

And he was a gentleman. He never stared when you and Bev were undressing to go swimming at the Quarry, even though sometimes you wished he was sneaking glances over at you in your underwear.

It almost agitated how flawless he was. If you hadn't known him for so long, you would have been suspicious of him, thinking maybe he had an angle or was just hiding his ugly personality really well.

But no, Bill was actually just perfect. And your crush, which you were constantly trying to snuff out, had only grown and grown.

You chatted for a while while your mom and dad finished up on dinner and he helped you set the table asking you thoughtful questions and making you laugh.

Finally all your siblings came to sit down and you began helping yourselves to a serving and digging in.

Your family was loud, with so many younger people in the house. Voices were shouting about every little thing. "ms.daily gave us dum dums at school today-", "Quit flicking your food at me or I'll shove your face into that rice and you'll-", "could someone please just pass me the salt!?"

You glanced over at Billy, slightly embarrassed even though he had seen this time and time again. You were grateful to see him laughing as your sisters threatened each other across the table.

The whole meal went by much the same way, Bill made sure to help clean up and thank and compliment your parents on the dish. Soon enough you grabbed his hand to sneak away while your siblings finished cleaning up and took him upstairs to your room where usually you played card games or listened to music. These moments were what you lived for. Something about the alone time with him was healing as well as exciting. Your heart always was going from a steady calm beat to a nervous fast thudding in your chest depending on how much bill was looking into your eyes or whether his hands were brushing against yours as you passed the cards to one another.

Tonight you did something different. You found yourself sitting criss cross on your bed, holding still as Bill drew you. He was just a few feet away, you could feel his warmth radiate off of him. His hair was all fluffed out and you fought the urge to smooth it out with your fingers. His eyes were shining from the twinkle lights you had hung up on the wall and the lamp on your nightstand. He was chewing his lip as he stared down at the drawing. Focused and calculated on where his pencil was touching the paper.

"s-s-stop, you keep turning y-your head!" he complained lightheartedly. Your eyes went wide, embarrassed that he had caught you staring. You laughed nervously, trying to hide it. Suddenly you felt his fingers on your jaw turning you back to where you had been, warm and gentle against your skin.

"b-better," he spoke softly. You blushed, harder than you probably ever had as you felt him draw back. Your skin tingled where his fingers had been and you felt your palms go sweaty, trying desperately to hide your crush that you felt was probably obvious to him by now.

"stay still, ok?" He laughed and you couldn't help but laugh too as you grimaced.

"yes, I'm sorry,"

"it's alright, I'm n-nearly done." He said. You heard him scribble beside you.

When he had asked to draw you you snorted. It took you a moment to realize he actually wanted to. That's when your heart rate picked up as it inevitably does. He was looking at you so earnestly and you felt butterflies in your stomach as he grabbed the pencil and notebook you had been using for homework earlier that day. He flipped to a new page and motioned for you to sit down, following after you and finding his spot on your bed. He laughed as you came up with a pose, flipping your hair around and smoldering. You felt your heart swell, the feeling you got when you made him laugh, never ever got old.

"no n-no no, do something nor-normal!" he had told you

"what? boo! that's boring" you argued laughing

"I want it t-to look like you do, like a c-candid. Just, I d-d-don't know! look out the w-window,"

you laughed and followed his directions turning your head to look outside at the darkening sky. Of course then you had drifted back to rest your eyes on him

And it was almost completely dark now that you had turned back to the window. You continued to think about Bill, your thoughts wandering to the couple times you had caught him looking over at you. Sometimes at group hang outs. You'd all be spread out in Mikes’ living room when his parents were gone, completely abandoning the movie playing on his TV to watch Eddie and Richie yell insults at each other instead. Nothing was more entertaining to you than those two. But while you were glancing between them both firing comebacks, you caught Bill's eye and checked a second time to make sure you hadn't been seeing things. It was then that he looked down at his hands in his lap and cleared his throat. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the butterflies awoke in your stomach. You looked down into your lap too, convincing yourself that it was just a coincidence.

But several times since then it had happened again. At the Quarry, after a couple hours of swimming and playing chicken, you were getting out and wrapping yourself in a towel. Your teeth chattered, waiting to warm up in the hot sun. You smiled at the losers who were laughing at you shivering. Stan came over and threw his towel over your head, rubbing it around to try and get some of the cold water out of your hair and when he pulled it off, of course your hair was left in a rat's nest, sticking out oddly every which way. The whole group burst into cackling and howling and you laughed along with them. Again your eyes caught Bill who was smiling at you fondly. Unlike the others who clearly thought you looked hilarious, it seemed as if he thought you looked adorable and you felt your cheeks burn at his gaze. This time you didn't wait for him to look away and did so yourself, patting your hair down with a small smile on your lips.

Once at a party you and Bev and Ben were dancing in the living room before you had even had any alcohol. Still you were going hard and you had started sweating being close to all these bodies. From the kitchen you had made short eye contact with Bill multiple times now. You wondered if you looked silly dancing so aggressively or maybe he was making sure you didn't get trampled by the sweaty people surrounding you. But still you felt your heart rate spike, feeling his attention on you that whole night.

And now you were snapping back into reality and realized you didn't hear his pencil scribbling anymore. You turned your head to look at him to see what was the matter only to find him staring at you already.

Your breath caught and your lips parted at the affectionate expression on his face. His eyes dropped to your lips briefly before he heard you suck in a small breath

He seemed to realize you were looking at him now with a start.

"y-you moved," he said, noting that you had broken your pose again

"you stopped drawing," you responded

He cleared his throat and looked down at his drawing. It could have been the lighting but you thought maybe you saw his ears go pink.

"yeah, well I f-f-finished" he told you.

"really? let me see!" you moved from criss cross to kneeling and craning your neck to get a peek at his drawing. He giggled at you and turned the notebook around revealing his masterpiece.

And masterpiece it was. Your jaw dropped as your eyes landed on an exact copy of your face. Except, not really. You noticed that Bill had taken the liberty of making you quite a bit prettier.

"Wow," you said in awe, "it's an amazing bill! holy shit!" you grabbed the notebook to look at it closer. His hand raised to scratch behind his ear as he smiled nervously.

"tha-anks,"

"Thank you, for making me super attractive!" you laughed and looked from the notebook to him. His eyebrows furrowed and eyes widened slightly.

"What d-d-do you mean?" he asked and looked at the drawing too, trying to see what you were seeing.

"Bill, you made me absolutely gorgeous in this," You rolled your eyes lightly and chuckled.

"n-no I didn't, you ju-just look like that,"

You let out a laugh before stumbling. You cleared your throat, trying to recover.

"you- come on... I mean..." you reasoned, motioning to the drawing. Your face in the picture was stunning. Your eyes sparkled and you had such a nice expression on your face. Your lips, the most detailed part of the whole sketch, looked delicate and elegant. He even added the few little freckles on your skin that you always forgot were there. 

"Y-Y/N, I'm s-serious." your breath hitches at the intense look he's giving you.

"I- uhhh, well thank you I guess."

"y-you d-d-dont believe it?" He asked, pulling the drawing from your hands and setting it aside. You followed his actions, nervous and confused.

"not really no," you grimace-smiled at him trying to laugh off your nerves. Your throat went dry as his knees touched yours realizing how near he was suddenly and confusion surfaced in your mind cause you couldn't remember him moving closer. Your heart hammered in your chest and you could feel it throughout your entire body.

"Y/N, you're th-the p-p-prettiest girl I've e-ever seen." He said, his head tilting down just slightly and he looked at you through his lashes, doing his best to look as sincere as he was. You opened your mouth to speak but were not sure what to say so you just watched what he did. He was looking at you in the soft lighting and you chewed your lip because his lips suddenly looked so soft. 

You couldn't stop yourself as you moved closer to him, eyes flitting across his face trying to gauge his reaction before you committed fully. A flash of shock washed over his face but was gone in a moment as if it wasn't ever there and in the next second his lips were on yours. 

They were soft, softer than you thought. And they moved against yours stiffly at first until it melted into something much more natural and you let out a breath you hadnt meant to hold. Your hands went up and thumbs came to stroke his cheekbones, suddenly realizing that he was letting you touch and kiss him and taking full advantage. You sat up to get better leverage and deepened the kiss causing a soft groan to sound from his throat. Your head spun as his hands came to your waist and pulled you closer. Hot breaths mixed in the air and you felt your mind fogging more and more as the kiss intensified. Your hands slipped to his hair and your fingers ran through the short strands near the nape of his neck. He took his turn then to sit up, his knees slotting around each of yours and pulled as much of you as he could until you were flush against him. You could feel his heart thudding in his own chest and one hand came to clutch at his tee-shirt trying to touch him as much as possible.

You could not believe what was happening. Bill was kissing you, and dammit he was a good kisser. You felt yourself reeling a little too hard so you pulled away to catch your breath. Bill's lips chased yours briefly before his hands slid to your hips and he let out his own shaky breath and rested his head on your shoulder. You breathed hard trying to ground yourself for a little while. Soon enough Bill sat up and looked you in the eyes again.

“I like y-you so b-bad,” He confessed sweetly, looking nervous again. His hair was all ruffled from your kiss and this time you went ahead and ran your hands through it to flatten it out. His eyelids fluttered at your touch but stayed open and on your face, watching you carefully.

“Thank god,” you smiled, acting like you hadn't been nearing a panic attack just a second ago. “I really like you too, if that isn't obvious” 

Bill chuckled and took your hands in his pulling you close for another intense kiss.

After that Sunday dinners became more than just Sunday dinners but after school study sessions, picnics, walks around the neighborhood, all ending in heated makeout sessions and swollen lipped grins.

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Jaeden Martell being superior for three posts straight.

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official miscellaneous masterlist!

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Wayne McCullough

face masks

you and wayne do face masks!

fights

wayne tries to get into a fight and you get hurt in the process

meeting family at christmas hcs

Christmas hcs of wayne coming over to celebrate with you and your family!

bully

this girl always bullies you but now you fight back and wayne is right there watching you

Peter parker

nervous

a date gone right?

Benny Rodriguez

sneaking in

Benny sneaking in through your window

Charlie Dalton

I'll see you around?

Charlie meeting Neil's sister when she comes to visit

minho

Shy

you get drunk and show your true colors to Minho (not angst)

thomas

no matter what.

Thomas comforting you after almost getting took by a griever

secret language

you aren't fluent in english and Thomas isn't fluent in Hungarian.

questioning.

Thomas questioning his sexuality while with you (male reader implied)

sort of Easter special

newt

so don't write me a letter.

inspo by sweet carolina by Lana del Rey where instead of Thomas getting the letter in newts necklace while newt is dying he tells the reader to take it

newt valentines day special!

little valentines blurb with newt from voting help from you guys!

weak

newt gets kidnapped by wicked and reader has to go save him

your safe now.

reader insists that Newt should go to sleep even though he struggles with recovering what he's been through while being tortured by wckd

blurby blurb

your fine.. your fine

reader has a breakdown because she remembered chuck died so newt comforts her

can't help myself!

cracked

aris

only ones left

you guys were the only ones before the new group came

gally

alright fine

anon request

luke castellan

it's okay!

you having a meltdown and luke comforting you

lost

Cameron james

French, the language of love

idk just read it it's dumb

bill dendrough

stutter

helping bill with his stutter

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The Devil That I Know

PAIRING: Bill Denbrough x Reader x Stanley Uris (Poly Relationship)

SUMMARY: Unfortunately, the return of Pennywise brought the loss of one of the loves of your life.

GENRE: Mostly Angst, fluff (if you squint)

WARNINGS: Suicide, death, mentions of blood and vomit.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k words

“Mr. Denbrough?” Bill didn’t notice who was calling. He was able to hear the faint commotion coming from his phone. It wasn’t you or Stan.

“Yes, it’s me.” He was a little bit irritated since he had been interrupted. He had a deadline, and as he looked at his computer screen, he noticed that nothing had been done in the past hour. He sighed.

“We’re reaching out to you regarding your wife-”

“Is she ok? What happened? Where is she?” Bill went instantly into panic mode.

“Mr. Denbrough, please calm down. She’s okay. We just want to notify you that she, well, at your house, there has been—” Bill didn’t even let the person on the other side finish when he quickly stood up, grabbed his jacket, and left his office. 

He’s been having this unsettling feeling in the bottom of his stomach all day long. At first, he tried to brush it off, knowing you and Stan were fine, both of you saying your goodbyes as always, but now… And don’t even get him started with Mike’s call in the evening. Do you know? Maybe something happened when you heard the news of It’s comeback.

As Bill approached your shared home, he could see the ambulances and police cars outside your residence. Feeling his heart race, he really didn’t know what to expect from what was unfolding in front of him. Did you get injured? Did something happen to Stan? No, no time for overthinking, he thought. Priorities.

When Bill stepped onto your lawn, he could see you sitting down on your porch steps. He quickly passed the officers who were there. As he came closer to you, he was able to see your hands and clothes, all covered in blood. 

“Holy shit, angel, what happened? Are you ok?” Bill knelt right in front of you, but you were unresponsive. Your eyes weren’t even looking at Bill. They seemed lost, without any spark whatsoever.

Bill started to shake your body in order to get a reaction from you, but nothing came of it. As he continued to shake you, he was able to notice that the blood that was on your body wasn’t yours at all. You didn’t seem to be hurt. “What happened? Please, Y/n, where’s Stan?”

For the first time during that evening, for the first time since the police and ambulance arrived, you reacted. You turned your head to Bill, and that’s when reality hit you like a punch right in the face. Stan, your Stan was gone.

“He… He is… I cannot believe it happened like I was right here. I should’ve known better, I-” As you started to ramble, Bill was able to see far away in an ambulance what appeared to be a bag that’s used to transport bodies. His heart fell to the bottom of his stomach.

“He never locks the door. I should’ve known something was up,” you kept saying. However, no emotion was seen on your face. It was like you were in auto-pilot mode as if you were just repeating something that had been going through your mind.

A lump was forming on Bill’s throat. First, he has to get you to react. Hell, he would even appreciate it if you shouted and broke everything in your sight.

“Hey, Y/n, please, look at me. Just look at me.” Bill grabbed your cheeks with both of his hands, trying to make you look only at him. For a moment, you stayed in silence, and your phone rang.

You didn’t even dare move. Bill took your phone from the back pocket of your jeans. His heart stopped after he saw the area code and phone number—the same phone number that called him that same evening.

“Hi Mike.”

“Bill?” Mike’s voice sounded a little bit surprised—just a little bit. “I thought this was Y/n’s phone number,” Bill sighed.

“It is. She’s not here right now.” Bill really couldn’t explain your state to Mike through the phone.

“Well, you already know why I’m calling. We will be waiting for you two then.” After confirming with Mike that the two of you were going to return to Derry, Bill hung up, and still, there was no reaction from you.

“Mr. Denbrough?” a police officer came closer to him. 

“Yes, that’s me. Do you know what happened?” In the corner of his eye, Bill tried to see if you finally reacted, but nothing.

“By any chance, do you know Stanley Uris?” Bill nodded. If his brain wasn’t wrong, and if he isn’t that dumb, he may know what happened, but he really wishes he was wrong. “You wife, ahm, is he a friend?” Bill tried his best to remain calm. He just wanted to know if his suspicion was correct or not. He didn’t have time to explain how the relationship between the three of you worked.

“It’s hard to explain if I’m honest, but yes, Stan… Stanley, he’s close to us.” the officer only nodded, trying to not be nosy and trying his best to give the news to Bill.

“Well, we received a call from your wife. Mr. Uris locked himself in the bathroom, and your wife, when she was able to enter the room, saw him in the bathtub. He… He committed suicide. Your wife found him.” tears started to fall down Bill’s cheeks. He tried his best to maintain his composure. Bill tried to answer the officer, but nothing came out. It was as if when he tried to speak, a brutal scream would come out. His best friend since childhood, a fundamental part of this special thing they had with you, was gone. He could only nod.

The officer tried to give his condolences, but he just left. 

Bill stayed there, standing in front of you. He started playing with your hair, trying his best to keep you at least calm. He wasn’t even sure if you could feel his touch; it was as if you had frozen in time. But he tried his best to feel you, to make sure you knew he was there with you, that you weren’t alone anymore. He understood your state now. Finding Stan must have been horrible and brutal.

As the minutes passed, people started leaving the area—the officers, the doctors on site, the nosy neighbors, and passers-by. The two of you remained in that same spot, not really moving, trying to escape the reality you were living.

When the last police car left your house, Bill tried his best to get you to react, but you still seemed so lost. He wanted to get inside. However, a big part would be missing if you entered the house.

“Do you want to get in?” Bill asked, and you only nodded. Even if Stan wasn’t going to be there anymore, it was the last place he was with you.

Bill picked you up in bridal style. He knew it was the best way to get inside quickly. He didn’t need to open the door since it was left open by the last officer who was at your house. He sat you on your living room couch and returned to close the front door. The silence was unsettling. This house has never been this silent. It was always filled with the faint sound of music that you loved to leave in the background as Stan was cooking or as the two of you were reading books. There was also the sound of Bill typing on his computer while you and Stan talked about your day, wanting to include Bill in whatever you could. The laughs you would let out whenever Bill and Stan wanted to get your attention with their silly jokes and remarks. And the list could go on and on. But now, it was dead silent.

Bill sat at the coffee table in front of you. And that’s when he could finally see you cry. Not that Bill liked the view of your crying, but you were now reacting, something that at least made him feel that you came back to this reality.

“I’m so sorry, Bill,” you whispered. Bill’s heart shattered into a million pieces.

“No, hey, listen to me, Y/n.” Bill quickly grabbed your cheek with one hand while the other grabbed your left arm. “Why are you apologizing, angel?”

“He… He told me he was going to take a bath. He was acting weird. I really didn’t want to bother him. I thought that maybe if I let him and gave him space, he would later tell us what happened. But as the minutes passed, I got more anxious.” You let out a cry. Both of Bill’s hands were now cleaning all the tears that were rolling down. Bill also started crying, but he was trying his best to be silent so you could continue explaining what happened.

“I should’ve known better. He sounded weird… His voice was haunted Bill. I cannot explain it. But Stan, it was like he saw a ghost.” Bill gulped. He knew what made Stan do what he did. And to be honest? He couldn’t really blame him. He remembered how Pennywise scared Stan the most. Even if all of the losers made it out alive, Stan was never really the same.

It was like all the memories were coming back at him like flashes one by one. He couldn’t really understand how he forgot all those memories of that summer. It was as if his brain was playing tricks.

How can someone live with the two people who also experienced such an important and a little bit traumatic event when the three of you were 13 years old and then just forget about everything? Bill knew it wasn’t the best moment to bring this up, but you need to know all the context. At least you will then understand what happened.

“I received a call today, too. I believe it was from the same person that called Stan, and that same person also called you.”

“What?” Bill knew there was no good way to tell you the news.

“Do you remember our childhood? Specifically when we were thirteen?” you frowned. What does this have to do with Stan?

“I…” When you actually tried to recall that year, you couldn’t, as if all those memories were wiped out from your brain. “I don’t…”

“Mike called. Mike Hanlon. It’s back.” Fuck.

Bill saw your face slowly turn into horror. You quickly stood up and made your way to the kitchen sink, holding what you felt was what you had eaten that day. You finally understood. It was as if your body needed a way to get out all the fear, anxiety, and sadness you had experienced for the last hours. As you cleaned the corners of your mouth with water, you felt Bill coming closer, and he gave you a towel to dry yourself.

“Please tell me this is a sick joke, Bill.” Bill shook his head. That fucking clown. “But I don’t get it. When did Mike call me?” Bill handed you your phone. You didn’t even notice when he took it, but you couldn’t care less. It took something from you, It took something from Bill again. It’s not fair. “I don’t want to go back, Bill. I can’t.” your whole body plumbed to the kitchen floor. He sat next to you.

“We…” Bill knew the following words coming out of his mouth weren’t the best for you to hear right now, not after losing Stan. “We made a promise. We have to.” You were covering your face with your hands after hearing Bill. Tears continue falling down your face. You knew he was right. You knew that, maybe, you were the only people in the entire world who could stop Pennywise for good. But how could you actually do it? You barely made it out alive 27 years ago. What made you think this time would be different? You haven’t even returned to Derry, and you’ve already lost one of you. 

“I know Bill, but-” 

“We have to stop him. If we don’t do it, more people are going to keep disappearing, more people are going to live what we have gone through.”

“Bill, to be honest, I couldn’t care less. He took Stan, he took Georgie, what if he takes one of our friends, or worse, you?” you were starting to get anxious. You cannot lose Bill, too.

“That’s why we must return to Derry, Y/n.” Bill hugged you, and you rested your head on his shoulder. “For Stan, and for… Georgie.” Bill felt a knot in his throat. He wouldn’t lie, he was shitting bricks. He was scared, but his anger and thirst for justice - more like vengeance, were more significant. 

“You cannot die, Bill. I can’t lose you. I don’t think I could handle another loss.” Bill sighed. 

“I promise I won’t die. I won’t leave you, my angel.”

“Then I guess we will be going to Derry.”

n a v i g a t i o n

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You Have A Cute Face/ Bill Denbrough x Reader:

I was riding my bike around Derry bored out of my mind. I really didn't want to go to the movies because the movies weren't really interesting. I didn't wanna go to the library because the librarians creep me out. And I sure as hell didn't want to go anywhere around the Bowers Gang.

I honestly don't feel like getting myself killed today so I'm just playing it safe. I really didn't know what Bill or any of the Losers were doing so I finally decided to go to the quarry for a swim. As I got there and was sitting down I seen the Losers Club. They were down near the creek at the bottom where you swim to after jumping off the cliff.

I was at the top of the cliff getting ready to look down at the water and rest. "Hey Losers" I shouted down at them. They all look up and seen me. I waved at them and they all waved at me. I then walk back from the cliff and remove my shirt and pants. I was now just in my bra and underwear. I didn't really have anything on me besides my bike. Which the losers left up here as well so I just put my bike near theirs.

I then run and jump off the cliff doing a flip on the way down. "WHAT THE FUCK" I heard Richie scream. I then hit the water and go under. I come back up and swim towards them. "How was that" I asked the Losers. "That was Awesome Y/n" Richie said smiling.

"Thank you Richie" I said laughing. I go and sit down beside Beverly. "So what are you all doing" I asked. "We actually are just hiding from Bowers as usual" Eddie said being sarcastic. I laughed at the joke. "Same here actually that's the amazing thing about being in the Losers Club" I said.

They all laughed with me at that joke. I smile and lay down resting in the shade. "It's so peaceful today" I whispered. Beverly layed down beside me resting as well. "Yeah it feels nice" Beverly added.

After having a nice time at the creek with the Losers we all decided to go home. Me and Bill live three houses down from eachother so he walked me home. "You look really pretty today Y/n you have nice style" Bill said. I smiled at Bill and giggled.

"Has anyone told you that you have a cute face Bill" I said. Bill blushed at what I said and started to stutter. "I-I-I no one has a-act-actually told me t-t-that Y/n" Bill said. I smiled and then kissed his lips. Bill kissed me back and froze.

"Well you do and by the way your a really good kisser" I said. I started to walk away to go inside until Bill grabbed my hand. He pulled me towards him and he kissed me again. "I th-think your face is c-c-cute too" Bill whispered smiling.

I put my head into his neck as I blush at what he said. "Th-thank you for walking me home" I said to Bill stuttering a bit since I was nervous. Bill walked me to my front door and looked at me. "Are you doing anything tommorow" Bill asked.

I smiled and looked at him. "No I'm not actually" I said. Bill nodded and then smiled. "D-Do you wanna h-h-hangout tommorow" Bill asked. I nodded my head yes. I mean Bill is cute and I have had a crush on him awhile. "Yeah sure" I said.

Bill nodded his head and smiled more. "Alright I will come by tomorrow and pick you up." Bill said. Then Bill walks down the porch and walks home with his bike. "Bye Y/n" Bill said. I smiled and watched him walk away. "Bye Bill" I said.

I turn around and walk into my house. I actually was really happy about tommorow and I could tell that Bill was as well. I mean he didn't even stutter when he told me he would be here tommorow.

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Stutter Problems

Bill Denbrough x Male Reader

Prompt - “I personally love everything about you”

“Come one Bill” Y/n pushed as he faced Bill. He and Bill were sitting on his bed. But Bill wasn’t talking. He hadn’t talked all day. Y/n thought that Bill didn’t feel like talking, didn’t have anything to say, or was sad. Bill tended to get quiet when he was sad.

But now that they were alone in Y/n’s bedroom Y/n was trying to get Bill to talk. “What’s wrong?” Y/n had asked, and it felt like the tenth time he’s said it. Bill just shook his head as he looked at his lap.

Bill didn’t feel like talking. Not with his stutter. Bill didn’t like his stutter. It made him hard to understand. Everyone at school, except for the losers, bully him for it.

Bill had tried to fix it. By standing in front of a mirror and trying to talk without a stutter. But it didn’t work, it never did. Nothing worked. So Bill decided that he would be mute. He wouldn’t talk.

And so far, it was working. Bill thought he could pull this off. Until now. Because it was very hard not to talk when his boyfriend was sitting in front of him begging him to talk. “Please?” Y/n had asked in a hurt voice.

He felt sad that he couldn’t help his boyfriend. That was his job. Yet he couldn’t do it. And for Bill, that was when the flood gates shot open. Tears started pouring down Bill’s face as he tried to wipe them away.

Y/n was shocked, but he quickly got over the shock and pulled Bill into his lap. Y/n wrapped one of his arms around Bill’s waist as the other went to play with his hair.

Bill wrapped his arms around Y/n waist and buried his head in Y/n’s shoulder as he cried. Bill sobbed as Y/n tried to calm him. But eventually, Y/n was able to slow Bill’s crying.

Tears were still falling down his face, but he had stopped sobbing. And that was progress in Y/n’s eyes. “Now” Y/n said “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” Bill removed his head and looked in Y/n eyes.

Y/n was looking at Bill softly. With no anger. Bill felt safe. So he told Y/n. “m-my s-th-t-a-t-tter” Bill stuttered. It was worse than normal since Bill was just crying.

“I h-a-at-e i-it” Bill whispered as Y/n kept running his hand through Bill’s hair. Y/n nodded before he spoke “I personally love everything about you” he stated. Y/n sealed it with a kiss and he pushed Bill’s head back into his shoulder.

“Even your stutter” 

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rewatched it chapter two where are the older bill fics i need them now cause that’s freaking man 🫦

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IT MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

BILL DENBROUGH

-coming soon!

RICHIE TOZIER

-coming soon!

EDDIE KASPBRAK

-coming soon!

STANLEY URIS

-coming soon!

MIKE HANLON

-coming soon!

BEN HANSCOM

-coming soon!

BEVERLY MARSH

-coming soon!

HENRY BOWERS

-coming soon!

PATRICK HOCKSTETTER

-Infatuated (Patrick x Fem!Reader) (part 1?)

REGINALD "BELCH" HUGGINS

-coming soon!

VICTOR CRISS

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

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MOVIES - MASTERLIST

fluff💗; Smut🌶️; Angst💀 🕸 DRACULA (1931) 🕸:

All I Wanted Was You.💗💀 The wonder of you.💗 Feeding. 🌶️

Ⓐ AVENGERS Ⓐ:

Favorite Movies.💗

Horror Movies.💗

Nightmares.

✵ CAPTAIN MARVEL ✵:

Flirting.💗

2 times Carol saved you from getting hurt vs 1 time you saved her.💗

3AM.💗

🎈IT🎈

🎈BILL DENBROUGH -

Happy Birthday, babe.💗

Richie was right.💗

𓊖 X-MEN 𓊖:

Carving Pumpkins.💗

🎙BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY🎙:

🎙ROGER TAYLOR -

Relax.💗

Car Accident.

Friends With Benefits.💗

Food Fight.💗

🎙BRIAN MAY-

Period cramps.💗

Amusement Park.💗

Constellation.💗

Ticklish.💗

📽HERCULE POIROT 📽:

I don't wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips. Pt2.💗

🛇GHOSTBUSTERS🛇:

🛇RAY STANTZ-

First Kiss 💗

The Best Teacher 💗

🛇EGON SPENGLER-

Push, Push💗🌶️

Credits:

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