#Mrs. Denbrough is sunshine

[the-sarcastic-trashmouth]

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Summary: “Nuh-Nuh-Nothing is going to make tuh-tuh-tomorrow easy, Mom. Yuh-Yuh-You and I both know th-th-that.” He exclaims, tears flooding down his face as he looked to her.

“Bill, what happened… It wasn’t your fault.” She whispered getting off cut at him abruptly from his chair, causing it to thump against the carpet.

“It was! It wuh-wuh-was my fault! I duh-duh-didn’t go with him! I shuh-shuh-should have been with him!” He argues as his mother’s eyes widened.

“Baby… No, no.” She finally stepped into the room when Bill slumped against his desk while sobbing. Her arms enveloped him in a warm embrace as his body trembled against her. “Oh Bill, why didn’t you tell me that’s how you were feeling?” Her fingers combed through his hair gently as Bill buried his face deeper against her chest.

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Mike Hanlon

The Denbrough house was very quiet tonight. They had sat together and eaten dinner together for the first time in a long while, but the air was tense and hard to bear. It had been about a week since the defeat of Pennywise and almost a month since Georgie disappeared. It was like the life had been sucked out of every single one of them.

Bill was trying to focus on his homework, but his mind kept going back to Georgie’s voice, echoing heavily in his head. He wanted nothing more than for everything to just be quiet for a little while so he could just hear himself think.

“Bill?” His mother’s soft voice called as the brunette boy glanced back to see her head peeking through the door. “You have your suit pressed? You know tomorrow is the funeral.” She explains as Bill nods.

“In-In-In the closet, Mom.” He assured softly as she offers a watery smile.

“You need anything?” She questioned when he shook his head.

“Nuh-Nuh-No, I’m good. Puh-Puh-Promise.” He smiles back, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Did you ask any of your friends to come?” She whispered when Bill looked down at his math book with his trembling chin.

“No, I-I-I didn’t actually. Th-Th-They have enough going on.” He assures softly, earning a frown from her.

“Sweetheart, they’re your friends. If they care… They’d drop everything to be there.” She comments when Bill gripped his fist.

“Muh-Muh-Mom, please. Juh-Juh-Just stop. I didn’t in-in-invite them.” He huffed as she winced before nodding gently.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I just… I just thought tomorrow would be easier if you had friends.” She explains when Bill ruffled his own hair messily.

“Nuh-Nuh-Nothing is going to make tuh-tuh-tomorrow easy, Mom. Yuh-Yuh-You and I both know th-th-that.” He exclaims, tears flooding down his face as he looked to her.

“Bill, what happened… It wasn’t your fault.” She whispered getting off cut at him abruptly from his chair, causing it to thump against the carpet.

“It was! It wuh-wuh-was my fault! I duh-duh-didn’t go with him! I shuh-shuh-should have been with him!” He argues as his mother’s eyes widened.

“Baby… No, no.” She finally stepped into the room when Bill slumped against his desk while sobbing. Her arms enveloped him in a warm embrace as his body trembled against her. “Oh Bill, why didn’t you tell me that’s how you were feeling?” Her fingers combed through his hair gently as Bill buried his face deeper against her chest.

“I’m suh-suh-sorry…” He whispered as she sat down onto the bed and pulled him into her lap as she used to when he was a lot younger.

“Don’t apologize, Bill. What happened wasn’t your fault. You had no way of knowing that this would have happened… I just wish we would have found his body so I could bury my baby and not an empty casket.” She whispered as Bill’s fingers tightened against the fabric of her nightgown.

“Muh-Muh-Me too.” He whispered with a blank expression. I wish I would have found him alive was left unsaid.

“Come on, how about I get the ice cream out and you and I go downstairs to watch some movies?” She offers, brushing the hair from his slightly swollen face.

“Yuh-Yuh-Yeah, I’d like that.” He assures softly with a gentle smile spreading across his drying lips.

“Okay.” She smiles before standing up with him still nestled in her arms. He was going to protest since he was practically her height, but his mother was bound and determined to carry her baby down the steps.

The look on her face is why made his mouth shut. It was a look of… let me baby you for just a moment longer. I lost my youngest and you are all I have so let me do this, please.

Bill slowly wrapped his arms around her neck and laid his head against her chest while she walked down the steps. His eyes already felt heavy from the lack of sleep these past few weeks. Yet, being in her arms like this made everything just disappear and he didn’t have to face his brother’s death tomorrow and he didn’t have to listen to everyone’s I’m sorry.

What the fuck was I’m sorry going to do? It meant nothing to him. It didn’t bring back Georgie. It didn’t help kill the damn clown that had slaughtered him and it certainly didn’t ease the ache in the Denbroughs’ hearts. They could take their ‘I’m sorry’s’ and shove it.

Bill’s eyes snapped open when he felt his mom shift and lay him down on the couch. She offered him a gentle smile, murmuring about the ice cream before walking off to the kitchen. Bill slowly looked around the room in silence feeling this heavy weight slowly being lifted off his shoulders.

He felt the couch dip above his head as he looked to see his mother hunkering down before gesturing to the giant bowl of ice cream they would share. Bill merely shifted before laying his head on her lap while she turned on the tv before letting her fingers comb through his hair again. Bill’s eyes struggled to stay open before he finally blacked out long before she had found a movie to watch.

It was a few hours later when Bill’s eyes fluttered open, his ears were ringing loudly as he tried to adjust to the glow from the TV. The other was dark and the faint hum from the TV was the only sound that echoed the room aside from the gentle breath of his mother who had him in her arms.

Somehow she moved him to where his face was on her stomach so that she could lay on the couch with him. He took in the familiar scent of laundry detergent that seemed to calm his frantic heart rate with the soothing scent. He wanted to stay in this moment forever if he could, but he felt sweaty, hot and his arm was bent awkwardly between his mother’s side and the couch.

He slowly peeled himself off the silk fabric of her nightgown, wiping at the drying drool on his face as he stood up. He snagged the remote of the coffee table and shut off the TV before grabbing the afghani off the back of the couch. He draped it over her sleeping form as he started up the steps to go back to his room so he could sleep some more.

Then he noticed a light shining from Georgie’s room as Bill’s heart dropped down into his stomach. He felt something inside of him snap as he ripped open the door, ready to kill that fucking clown again if he was there. Yet, the moment he was inside, he realized that it was the small nightlight that aluminated the room in stars.

Suddenly Bill felt his chest tighten so hard that he couldn’t breathe. He needed to get the hell out of this house before it suffocated him slowly. He immediately backed out of the room and rushed into his room before slipping on his shoes and snagging a jacket. He felt his stomach turn violently, feeling the stars slowly creeping out of the room towards him as he flinched.

He thrusted open his window before tossing out the rope ladder he made for the other losers’ whenever they needed him. He climbed down from his window and rushed for his bike, glancing back to the darkened house with a look of utter despair.

Honestly, Bill had no idea where the hell he was pedaling until he reached the road that led to Mike’s farm. His thundering heart was calling for him to see the homeschooled boy because right now… he just needed to hear his voice. The moon’s light guided him down the dirt path before he finally made it to Mike’s home.

Why? Why did he need to see him? Why can’t he just let it go? Mike’s sleeping.

Bill dropped his bike down in the grass before walking up to the window he knew was Mike’s. He glanced around before rushing back to the road, snagging up some small rocks before returning to the window. He gripped the rocks in his hands for a moment longer before finally chucking the first pebble that hit the side of the house.

“Fuck.” He growled and threw it to the left a little more before making a gentle tink sound to the glass. “Cuh-Cuh-Come on.” He pleaded softly to Mike as he lobbed a few more rocks, making contact with the glass.

Suddenly the curtains opened as Mike lifted up the window, looking down at his friend in shock. Bill had never felt such relief course through him at the sight of the other boy than he did right now.

“Bill? What in the world are you doing here?” He asked, frowning. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” He questioned as Bill glanced sheepishly to the moon.

“Th-Th-Three?” He offered softly, earning a snort from Mike.

“Close enough. What’s wrong?” Mike asked, crossing his arms when he noticed the distant look in Bill’s eyes.

“Guh-Guh-Georgie’s funeral is tomorrow and I… I don’t think I can face it. I ruh-ruh-really don’t wanna buh-buh-be alone.” He explains as Mike’s eyes softened.

“Oh, jeez dude, here. Let me get the door unlocked.” Mike comments, nudging his head back in his room as Bill nods.

Bill walked over to the porch, standing there as he shivered slightly now that the cold air was settling over him. He didn’t even think about pants when he went downstairs with his mother, because he thought he was just gonna do homework and go to bed. Now here he was, standing in thirty-degree weather in boxers, a t-shirt and a light jacket that did a lick of shit to block out the gentle breeze.

“Come on in.” Mike comments, opening the door gently before holding a finger up to his lips. “Be quiet. My Grandpa is still sleeping.” He gestured to the recliner where the old man snored loudly away.

Bill followed Mike up to his room as he rubbed his hands up and down his biceps in order to get some friction to heat up his body. He glanced sheepishly to Mike who held a look of worry before he opened his drawers and pulled out some sleeper pants.

“I-I-I shouldn’t.” He comments, earning a quirking brow in response.

“Bill, you’re lips are turning blue. Put the damn pants on.” Mike huffs as Bill felt his face heat up before he took the plaid pants from Mike and slipped them all. Mike’s waist was a lot bigger than Bill’s since he worked on the farm for all his life so he had bigger bones.

“Thuh-Thuh-Thanks,” Bill whispered before sitting down on the edge of the bed when Mike joined him.

“So, what’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Mike asked quietly, glancing at Bill who stared at the flooring.

“I… I suh-suh-seen a light in Georgie’s room. Puh-Puh-Panicked because I thought It wuh-wuh-was back.” He explains as Mike’s eyes softened before he unconsciously reached out and squeezed Bill’s trembling hand. “It’s all muh-muh-my fault.” He whispered, feeling tears burning his eyes. His nose was burning and dripping as he wiped away both tears and snot with the end of his jacket.

“What? No! Bill, it’s not. Look at me.” Mike begged, locking eyes with Bill’s watery gaze. “It’s that dumb clown who did this. Georgie didn’t deserve to die like he did… And… And you deserve some closure. Tomorrow you know that despite it being an empty casket buried… that Georgie’s soul can be at peace.” He explains softly.

“Buh-Buh-But if I had gone wi-wi-with him that day… He could buh-buh-be alive.” Bill comments with an angered expression.

“Or you could both be dead. Your mother would have lost both her boys and never known what happened. Pennywise would have slaughtered a lot of more people… You saved so many, Bill. I know it hurts, but it’s okay. Georgie doesn’t blame you.” He promised before pulling Bill against him as Bill immediately buried his face into Mike’s neck.

“It shuh-shuh-should have been muh-muh-me,” Bill whispered when Mike jerked Bill back, cupping his face as Bill’s eyes widened.

“Don’t you dare ever say that again, do you hear me Denbrough!” Mike snapped angrily, unshed tears flooding his own waterline. “You and the others are my best friends!! I don’t know what I would have done had I not met any of you… So don’t… please don’t say that.” He begged softly.

Bill’s swallowed as much as he could with how tight his throat was as Mike pants heavily, warm breath fanning over Bill’s face. His eyes flickered down to Mike’s slightly parted lips before going back to the heated gaze of Mike’s eyes. He shivered gently before leaning forward as Mike froze when Bill’s lips brushed over his own.

“Fuh-Fuh-Fuck!” Bill gasped, pulling away with wide eyes as he started to stand up only for Mike’s hand to wrap around his elbow. “Muh-Muh-Mike, I--” He’s cut off when Mike’s lips smashed awkwardly against his own.

Bill’s entire body jolted before his eyes fluttered shut as he immediately deepened the kiss, tilting his head so he could. Bill moaned gently at the feeling of Mike’s arms slowly snaking their way around his body until the two teen boys were flushed against his other.

“That was… Holy shit.” Mike whispered, breathlessly as Bill nods dumbly.

“Yuh-Yuh-Yeah… I… Duh-Duh-Does this mean you feel the suh-suh-same?” Bill asked, glancing up at Mike who smiled.

“I think so… I mean… What I feel for you is definitely different than what I feel for the others.” Mike comments when Bill smiles softly before their forehead touch.

“Hey… Wuh-Wuh-Would you come with me tomorrow to the funeral? I th-th-think I’d like you there.” Bill whispered when Mike nods softly.

“Yeah, I can be there. Do you… Do you wanna spend the night?” He asked quietly as Bill nods immediately. “Um… We have to wake up really early. Your mom will freak out if she sees you gone.” Mike explains when Bill’s face flushes before he nods again.

“Fuh-Fuh-Fuck… Forgot.” Bill murmurs when Mike pulls the covers aside and lays down before offering out the open blanket to Bill who immediately crawled underneath. He buried his face against Mike’s chest, taking in the scent of hay and other things that can only be labeled, Mike.

“Good night, Bill,” Mike whispered as Bill’s arms snake around Mike’s body.

“Nuh-Nuh-Night, Mike.” Bill’s voice was muffled thanks to him trying to bury himself into Mike’s skin.

Not a few minutes later and Bill was already out like a light… And God was he glad that he decided to go and visit Mike.

[playlists-in-fall]

playlist masterlist (2019 edition)

—2020 edition here

links are to the playlist’s tumblr post which contains the spotify link and song list

CONCEPT

the planet collection

mercury - chill, electronic songs

venus - alt/indie pop songs for heartache

earth - relatively upbeat folk

mars - rock for those who don’t care

jupiter - songs with some brass

saturn - emotional songs

uranus - guitar driven chill songs

neptune - songs of love and loss

the disney princess collection

ariel - feel good songs

aurora - pop with dark synths by female artists

belle - acoustic songs

cinderella - softer(er) indie and alt

jasmine - summerish indie/alt

merida - “intense” alt pop

moana - upbeat alt

mulan - rock with an attitude

pocahontas - songs with orchestral strings

rapunzel - upbeat folk

snow white - softer songs based in piano

tiana - songs inspired by r&b

the greek goddess collection

hera - moody rock

athena - upbeat rap

aphrodite - chill alt pop

artemis - upbeat alt rock

demeter - semi chill songs on the acoustic side

stephen king’s it collection

beverly - vibes and lyrics to fit bev marsh

ben - vibes and lyrics to fit ben hanscom

mike -  vibes and lyrics to fit milke hanlon

eddie -  vibes and lyrics to fit eddie kaspbrak

richie -  vibes and lyrics to fit richie tozier

stanley -  vibes and lyrics to fit stanley uris

bill -  vibes and lyrics to fit bill denbrough

singles

post-apocalyptic silence - slightly haunting songs to fill the void where people should be

around the milky way - songs for your raod trip through the galaxy

SITUATIONAL

windows down - songs for spontaneous road trips with friends

and the stars listened - songs to listen to at 3am on sleepless nights

rose-colored boy - mellow indie pop for sleepless nights

morning ride - a mix of chill and upbeat songs to help you start your day while in the car

eta? - songs for driving at night

polysomnography - songs to help you sleep

bildungsroman - songs for the mixed feelings of becoming an adult

gato del sol - foggy day songs

bedroom karaoke - throwbacks to scream along to while standing on your bed

DECADES

mr fahrenheit - well known and just good classic rock songs (70s-90s)

grab your walkman - 80s hits and jams

can you dig it? - groovy 70s music

hail, hail, rock n roll - early rock n roll

SEASONAL

summer

summer’s day - summer songs that slap

catching fireflies - songs for calm summer nights

fall

ain’t that just the way - fall vibes

spooky season - songs for halloween that aren’t explicitly made for the season

spoopy season - songs for halloween that were made for the season and joke songs that fit the season

spooks x2 - a combination of “spooky season” and “spoopy season”

haunted lullaby - orchestral/classical music for spooky season

EMOTIONS

happiness

hello, sunshine - happy indie/alt rock and pop to brighten your day

optimist prime - songs that scream optimism

sounds good, feels good - songs that make me happy

sadness

for crying out loud - sad songs for sad times

as you watched me drown - songs that get to me/make me emotional

stressed & depressed - for when i feel stressed and/or depressed

anger

hand me downs - angsty sounding alt rock

lovesickness

so in love with you - happy, upbeat love songs

overdramatic? probably. - songs for the lovesick soul

ily - sappy love songs for my dumb lil heart

VIBES & GENRES

sunset of a cigarette - relatively chill and feel good hip hop and r&b

you make me feel - mostly feel good electronic based alt pop

i’d like to see you try - songs to strut around in your high heels to

earl grey - soft songs for drinks and sweater paws

in the pocket - upbeat jazz (mostly swing)

macchiato blues - blues with a coffee shop vibe

top of my lungs - fun, upbeat alt rock

gettin chilly in here - a chill songs dump

rhythmic excellence - multilingual rap/hip hop

eight - songs from that angsty phase in eighth grade

y’all - some good folk and bluegrass related songs

TITLE-BASED

all the girls you passed by - songs whose titles revolve around a girl

oh, the places you’ll go - songs with places as the title

hellenistic intentions - songs with titles relating to greek history, mythology, geography, etc

COLORS

color me purple - songs that sound like dark purple

OTHER/MISCELLANEOUS

i promise i’m fine - songs that sound happy but have dark lyrics

we are number one - meme songs

hey u - songs i think are cute

hand in hand - a coming out/gay playlist

inner theater kid - my favorite songs from musicals i like

104 days of summer vacation - music peaked with phineas and ferb and you can’t change my mind

MONTHLY WRAP UPS

2019

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october

november

december

[grapesodatozier]

a smile like flying

finally wrote some kaspbrough!! here’s some through-the-years, friends-to-lovers fluff about bill believing in eddie and the two of them falling in love <3 spans elementary school through college

rating: teen and up (honestly it could probably be general but idk there’s kissing lol spoiler alert)

word count: 2.5k

warnings/tags: fluff, friends to lovers, brief mentions of sonia’s abuse

read on ao3 or below!

Eddie clutches the chains at his sides, the cool metal slipping through his sweaty palms as the grounds whizzes by beneath him, back and forth, the wind ruffling his hair but doing nothing to loosen his grip on the swing. “Come on, Eddie! It’s f-f-fun, I puh-promise!” Eddie looks up at that voice. Some hidden part of him that’s not ready just yet to peek out knows he’ll always look to that voice, would crawl through the dark after it. And as he looks up, still steadily pumping his legs back and forth, the grating, rhythmic creaking of the swing set fades away. All he can focus on is the bright smile on his best friend's face. Bill’s only seven, but he’s fallen gracefully into his relatively new role of older brother to his baby brother Georgie, and it’s like he was meant to take care of people, to show them new things with his arms open like they are now as his blue eyes glitter up at Eddie. “Jump!” he says, his voice all encouragement and confidence that Eddie wants to curl into like a blanket. Eddie steels himself, taming the butterflies in his stomach. As he does, Bill says the thing that gets him to finally loosen his grip: “You c-can do it!”

He can do this. Bill just said so. The words lift him up, let him fly. And he really does for a moment. It’s scary when the ground comes rushing at him, but he’s laughing as the air rushes past him, knowing that, for a moment, his body had felt weightless. The wood chips scrape at his knees and palms as he lands, and it stings a little, but he did it. 

Bill’s at his side in an instant, his smile blotting out the harsh light of the sun as his red curls hang in his face. “See? I knew you cuh-c-could! W-w-wasn’t it f-fun?”

Eddie takes Bill’s hand and lets him help Eddie sit up. It’s so different, the way Bill offers his hand to Eddie. There’s no tugging, no taking without asking. Bill smells like grass and air, and he looks like June, and there’s nothing Eddie loves more. For a moment he can leave the mothballs and stale perfume and antiseptic behind, all the screeches of “Eddie, you can’t do that!” fading away as his head swims with the echo of Bill’s voice telling him, “You can do it!” He smiles to himself as he gets up and dusts the dirt off his knees. He did it.

Eddie clutches at the bottom hem of his shorts, his stomach swooping with his eyes as he tracks the movement of the ride zooming past him. He doesn’t know what it is about the cross sections of the metal, or the speed of the roller coaster cars that makes his heart race like this. It’s different than watching the trains; he can actually get on this one. He’s supposed to get on this one. He can fly and drop and come back up again, if he wants to. He told his mom Mr. Denbrough was taking them to the museum, and he briefly wonders if she’ll be able to smell the cotton candy on his fingers before Bill’s voice cuts through his worried thoughts. “Eddie, you coming?” he asks, hand outstretched. “This w-w-one’s my favorite!” 

The line is long, but nothing ever feels like waiting when he’s with Bill. Bill’s all smiles and red cheeks today, his auburn hair shining under the sun. Listening to Bill talk almost makes Eddie forget where they are. But then they’re at the front of the line, the swooping track in front of them, and Bill must see the fear in Eddie’s eyes, because he takes Eddie by the hand and tells him, “You can do it.” In that moment Eddie’s too preoccupied with processing the way Bill takes his hand without hesitation to be scared. Bill wasn’t afraid of anything—and he believes in Eddie. It makes Eddie feel better. It’s still scary, but Eddie climbs into the seat anyway, and the ride attendant pulls the bar down against Eddie’s chest, locking them in. Eddie’s heart starts racing at the unyielding sound of the lock, his breath feeling thin in the way he’s still getting used to reminding himself isn’t actually asthma. He grips the bars just as he gripped the chains of the swing so many years ago. But then Bill punches him lightly on the shoulder and gives him that soft yet confident grin, and Eddie thinks that maybe this fear is actually excitement. He still has trouble telling the difference.

The climb is the worst of it, but Bill cheers all the way through, and Eddie realizes he’s smiling even as expletive after expletive falls from his lips. 

And then the fall.

It feels like flying. Some distant part of him thinks of the playground, of the wood chips, but this is so much further, so much better. It’s faster, and it just keeps going, the world spinning around him. He lets out a sound somewhere between a whoop and a laugh as his hair flies back. The wind rushes past him, cooling his sun-warmed cheeks. His feet dangle freely as they dip and curve, and then he’s upside down holy fuck he’s upside down and he loves it. 

His legs shake when he gets off, and Bill isn’t embarrassed to help hold him up for a moment as he stumbles. They’re on solid ground now, but Eddie can still feel that rush of wind pulling his cheeks back, and he can’t stop smiling. 

“How w-was it?” Bill asks with an excited, knowing smile.

Eddie beams up at him, wonder still in his eyes. “Can we go again?”

Bill laughs, and the sound of it feels just like Eddie felt when he was upside down for the first time. Dangling and rushing and safe and free all at once. “Let’s try the others, yeah?” The sun makes his skin sing as he and Bill stride across the park, under feats of engineering that leave Eddie almost as awestruck as Bill does. 

Eddie’s hand shakes as it hovers over his laptop’s mousepad, the cursor dangerously close to the button that decides his future for the next four years, and probably well beyond that. The button that, if pressed, will send him to New York City in a few months. A button his mother knows nothing about. 

He wants it, god he wants it so bad, but he can’t help but think of everything that could go wrong. Eddie’s done a lot of things in his life that younger versions of himself would never have thought possible, plenty of things his mother doesn’t know about, but the racing in his chest doesn’t feel fun right now. This feels downright reckless. This isn’t just a broken arm, this is his entire future on the line. This button will change his relationship with his mother forever.

Which he knows is also something he wants, but that desire comes with a painful twist of guilt in his chest. All the rationalizing and cataloguing of her offenses can’t stop that feeling.

But the gentle, encouraging weight that presses to his back helps. Bill’s chest is warm and solid where it presses against Eddie’s shoulder blade, and when he tilts his head to the side Bill lets him rest against him, even turns his face slightly into Eddie’s hair. He puts his hand on Eddie’s hip, settling around him naturally, and gives him an encouraging squeeze. Eddie wants to live in the comfort that gesture brings him for the rest of his life. And he thinks he might just be able to when Bill says in a voice both soft yet sure, “You can do it.” 

It’s the push Eddie needs. The hand reaching out to him, asking him to tag along, that smile and that feeling of sunshine that make Eddie feel like he can do anything. The reminder that wherever this decision takes him, he won’t be going there alone. Taking one last deep breath, he forces his finger down. He feels his breath leave him as letters cross the screen congratulating him. Then the smile pulls at his lips as Bill cheers behind him, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s middle. Eddie giggles and leans into it, feeling completely at home. Fuck, he’d do that a million more times if it meant Bill would keep holding him like this. Because as he looks at Bill, at the pride in his blue eyes, Eddie knows he’s safe. He can take those jumps. He can do it; Bill said it himself.

And he does it. New York isn’t easy, but it’s freedom. It’s that airborne feeling that scares him but excites him more. And while it certainly does a fine job on its own of dazzling him, what makes it feel like a home is the knowledge that Bill is just a short subway ride away. 

Bill has always felt like a reprieve from Sonia, but this is different. She finally, truly can’t reach them, not here. While it definitely is a relief, it also changes things in a way Eddie hadn’t expected. It makes the air around him and Bill crackle when they get too close. Eddie can’t stop his heart from racing around Bill, so loud he thinks it might be audible. And Eddie’s heart has always raced around Bill, this is nothing new—but it feels different now. There’s a possibility that wasn’t there before. This intimacy can go uninterrupted. It feels somehow both less and so much more fragile than before. What was once a fond fantasy now lies right in front of him every time Bill comes over to watch a movie, every time Eddie tells him he should stay the night because he doesn’t want Bill to get lost without him there to help him navigate the streets and subways Bill’s still getting used to.

Tonight’s one of those nights. Bill’s working on a writing assignment at Eddie’s desk while Eddie scrolls through his phone on his bed. He’s not necessarily finished with his homework, but he’s decided he’s intellectually unavailable after eight o’clock on Friday nights. 

He hears Bill sigh, but it sounds at least satisfied, if not excited. Just as Eddie’s turning his head to check in on him, Bill flops himself onto Eddie’s bed, their bodies brushing together in the small space. Their faces are nearly touching, so close he can feel Bill’s breath on his lips. But Bill doesn’t move, so Eddie doesn’t either. He barely dares to breathe, but finally he asks, “How’s it coming along?”

“Not bad,” Bill answers. His fingers brush against Eddie’s hip. Eddie can’t tell if it’s an accident or not, but neither of them move away. “Think I’ve got something pretty solid going.”

“You gonna let me read it this time?” Eddie asks with a teasing smile. 

Just as he always does, Bill looks down with a bashful grin on his face and a faint blush on his cheeks. Eddie loves the way he looks when he gets like this, all modest and embarrassed but clearly pleased with Eddie’s interest in his writing. “Maybe when it’s finished,” Bill mumbles, looking up at Eddie through his eyelashes.

“I thought you said a writer’s work is never finished.” Eddie cocks his eyebrow, and Bill rolls his eyes with a laugh.

“Well I guess you’ll never read it then!” he teases, getting on top of Eddie to playfully push at his shoulder. Eddie giggles, thrilled by the sight of Bill smiling above him, his hair flopping into his face, never doing what Bill wants it to do but always looking perfect anyway.

“Guess I’ll just have to come to the book signings with all the other fans,” Eddie jokes. “Think you’ll still remember me when you’re big and famous?” And it really is a joke, mostly. While the thought of losing Bill is a scary one, it’s not something he lets himself worry about too much. Bill’s too constant. He may be a bit of wildcard sometimes, but he’s never disappeared, not from Eddie. He makes Eddie feel sure he’ll always be there. Always there for him, always smiling at him. Right now his pink lips are pressed together and quirked into a wry smile, and Eddie can’t stop thinking about kissing them. He nearly gasps when Bill drops to his elbow, suddenly so much closer to Eddie, and strokes his free hand through Eddie’s hair. Eddie leans into it as slightly as he can, instinctively chasing the comfort that lies in the palm of Bill’s hand.

“You’re gonna do way bigger things than I am,” he tells Eddie with a soft smile. His eyes overflow with a sincerity that takes Eddie’s breath away. “It’s amazing, the way some things just come naturally to you.”

You’re amazing, Eddie wants to say. But his head always starts swimming when Bill talks to him like this. Bill compliments him a lot, but this feels more like praise, and Eddie can feel the warmth emanating from Bill’s body as it presses gently against his own, and he can smell Bill’s laundry detergent on his t-shirt. Eddie’s even worse than Bill is at accepting compliments like this, and he really doesn’t want to use words now. He wants to kiss Bill and never stop, wants to crawl into the core of the feeling of whatever’s happening between them right now and never leave.

In his head he can hear Bill’s voice: you can do it.

So he does. It’s a little awkward at first, because he has to shift his weight up to reach Bill’s lips. But then Bill is leaning into it and gently lowering Eddie back down to his pillow as he does so. Bill’s hand feels so big as he cradles Eddie’s face, and Eddie can barely decide where he wants his hands. He wants to run them up Bill’s arms and shoulders, he wants them in his hair. He’s also got other stuff on his mind, like the way Bill’s lips feel against his, and how he pulls back for just a moment, hesitantly, like he wants to make sure this is actually happening but doesn’t want to stop kissing Eddie for even a second. They lock eyes for a moment, and Eddie feels so safe, even as his heart pounds at his chest. It’s that feeling of flying, of the risk paying off. The feeling he’s always had around Bill, but so much more concentrated now. It’s so strong he can barely breathe, much less talk. But thankfully, with a silent smile, Bill leans in again, his lips firm and sure against Eddie’s. Eddie dives headfirst into the feeling, and he’s eager to get lost in it for as long as he can, knowing Bill will be right there when he opens his eyes.

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Not Your Fault / Bill Denbrough Imagine

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The Denbrough House stood tall, looming on the rainy street like a cracking coffin as the other houses huddled around it, sheltering it from the sunshine and the brilliant light. Those walls heard nothing but pain, even the silent screams, the ones so shrill behind unsmiling smiles of the Denbroughs. You wish things had been easier, but it doesn’t do well to dream on what should have been, what Bill and Georgie Denbrough had deserved and what the roll of fate had dealt them instead.

Ditching your bike on the mildew grass, the words of Richie still ring loud in your ear.

Bring - Bring

‘Right, school’s over assholes, I’ll be down at the arcade training to roundhouse kick Eddie’s mom in the face.’

‘That is just- that is so not funny.’

‘...Don’t you... don’t you think guys, that we should go see him? He must have been awfully lonely today in that big house by himself. God knows his parents won’t have gone near him.’

Eddie and Richie give each other concerned stares, Eddie biting his lip harshly as Richie starts. ‘Maybe it would be best if you go save the day, y/n. We’ve all tried to visit, but you’re the only one he’ll let in.’

The porch stretched the entire frontage of the house, cracking slightly as your footsteps creak over the old wood and white paint. Passing the damp looking wicker chairs in the corner, you started for a second, you’re mind reminding you of all the times the grey slate roof kept off the harshness of the sun from you and Bill. In the fall the two of you would sit back and watch the endless rain, your legs comfortably banging next to each others from where they were criss crossed on the cushions, a smile on his face as Georgie runs out with a nicked bag of popcorn. In the winter Bill would pull out his duvet with his latest book as the hail bounced off the lane, reading it to you as you lay your head on his shoulder. In spring the two of you would clasp warming mugs of tea and look for the new flowers poking through the grass that had begun to shoot up. It was your own little world. Your safe bubble. Bill’s perfect place.

You could see the curtains covering his windows rustle slightly in the wind as you ring the doorbell, feeling a chill roll down your spine as they furl over the cracking wood.

‘Oh, Y/n, I didn’t expect to see you today.... I wasn’t expecting to see anyone today. Hoping, actually.’

You jumped backwards, so lost in your daydream that you hadn’t noticed Bill’s mother opening the door with bloodshot eyes, dabbing the corner of her nose with a crinkled hanky.

‘Actually Mrs Denbrough, I’m here to see Bill.’

Noticing the raising of her eyebrows, the way her fingers twitched towards the doorknob of her door as she shook her head slightly, you reach out your hand to thump against the glass.

‘Actually, Mrs Dembrough, he’s missed a lot of school work and he really needs to catch up.’

You hadn’t expected it to work, but Bill’s mom curtly nodded, opening the door slightly and beckoning you in as she quickly scans her head around the neighbourhood like a thief, stealing you away into the cold house as you began to steal up the stairs.

Bill’s bedroom was furnished on a meagre budget but if was full of a heartfelt warmth. The walls were a creamy colour, a few posters hanging furled on the walls by his cluttered desk, with the single bed pushed up against the wall. You smile gently to see his drawing pad open, glowing white with the slight light that manages to stumble through the closed curtains. Bill sat on the bed, the white duvet crumpled around his feet as he holds a pillow bent in his hand, his fingers picking at the cotton as he gazes into space. After the ‘accident’, Bill would often stare blankly no matter what was happening in his house, no matter who was visiting or who was absent, no matter how often his parents shouted. It wasn’t so much a cold stare, but a vacant one. A guilty one.

You stumble to where he sat in the darkness of the room, sinking down next to his quietly weeping figure.

'Hey, Bill. I’ve missed you. We’ve all missed you.’

Bill raised his head to you, his eyes dull and complexion pale as he stares at you. No, he seems to stare past you. Something pangs in your heart at the way his hands are still shaking, the way he doesn’t react to the dust that swirls through the front of his face in the cold room. He looked dead.

‘Bill...when was the last time you opened the curtains? Or opened the window? Or, jesus Bill, even moved?’

Bill raised his hand, ghostly in the thin stream of light, and wiped the tears pouring from his eyes away from his cheeks. His body seemed to be contorting as he breathed, as if he was trying to control the great sobs that wracked through his core, his eyes swollen and sore as he dipped them again.

‘D-does. Does it m-matter?’

Your fingers swirl over his palm as you pause for a second, ignoring the confused look his doe eyes give you. There was something solemn swimming in his eyes, the despairing chill that they conveyed made you feel heartbroken. You looked away, not able to bear it. The weakness and tiredness in his eyes. Then a tear rolled down his cheek. You didn’t see it, but could feel him crying beside you. Putting your hand on his arm, you gave a small, hopefully encouraging smile.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, gently rubbing your arm. Despite the heaviness in his stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his. He sunk into the warmth of your side, appreciative of the simple gesture.

‘It was all m-my fault, y/n. All mt-my fault. My parents hate me, and I h-hate me too. I wasn’t even s-sick, you know. I just d-didn’t w-want to go out. And it killed him. It should have been me, y/n. It should have been me.’

You try to blink away the tears that sting against your eyes, your lips quivering to see him so distraught, and to have no idea how to help him. Looking down at the hand that grasps onto your cotton shirt desperately, the two of you just sit there for a while, allowing Bill to let it all out and sob uncontrollably into your chest. You hold him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears stain your clothes and his cheek smooshes against your neck, his eyes crinkling shut in pain.  A tiny lapse lets him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again, his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him back into the outstretched arms of his grief. He eagerly wraps his arms around your waist, once again burying his head into your chest, allowing his eyes to flutter close in a moment of peace.

You reach up to entangle your fingers in his hair, rubbing over his scalp gingerly as you whisper over and over again, ‘it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault.’

[justauthoring]

IT/Stranger Thing’s MasterList

I decided to combine these two together since I have so many of them! It’ll be updated regularly!

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington:

Owe Me

None of that Matters

Badass (platonic)

Worst Day of my Life

Mistakes Were Made

That’s New

I’ve Always

Attractive Babysitter

Tainted Love (songfic)

Doesn’t Deserve You (platonic)

I Don’t Wanna Be Just Friends

This Is Gonna Hurt

Great Matchmaker Too

A Promise I Can’t Make

Just Takes A Near-Death Experience (ST3 spoilers)

Losing My Mind (ST3 spoilers)

With You Here (ST3 spoilers)

Wakey-Wakey

Billy Hargrove:

Misinterpretation

Stop The Car (platonic)

Tried Harder (ST3 spoilers)

Want A Drive?

Flavour Of The Day

Mike Wheeler:

Freak

Lover-girl

Finally

Scaring Me

Plagues My Sleep

Separated & Alone

Terrified (soulmate au)

We Understand

In Love

Mutual Understandings

Comfortably

No Way In Hell (ST3 spoilers)

Dustin Henderson:

Diggin’ The Hair

Dancing or Studying?

Dart Down!

Jim Hopper:

A Night To Remember

A Christmas Evening

Will Byers:

Did She?

Jonathan Byers:

Again? (ST3 spoilers)

IT (2017):

Loser’s Club:

Missing?

A Little At That

Bill Denbrough

Get Lost

Back Off

It’s Not Awkward, Is It?

Why Don’t You Tell Me The Truth?

Embraces From Behind

First Words (soulmate au)

Voice

Pathetic (aged up)

Black and White World (soulmate au)

Walk Home

In My Arms

Sunshine

Your Help

Bowers and His Sister

Two Peas in a Pod

Barrier of Fear (adult)

Because of Him (aged-up!)

Promise Worth Keeping (adult)

Blink and Shudder (adult)

The Two of Us

Eddie Kaspbrak

You Already Do

Young Love

Mrs. Kaspbrak

Flirtatious Attitude

Gut Feeling (birthday present for Jules)

Stan Uris

You Left Me

I Know

‘Losers’

Bird Watchers

Nothing To Be Ashamed Of

Drowning With You

I Should’ve Told You (soulmate AU)

Together But Apart

Your Name On Both

The Treasure of Jealousy

Years Later

Our Future

Apology Accepted

At Times (adult)

Lost Feelings (adult)

Jealousy Makes You Crazy (aged-up)

Heart to Heart (aged-up)

Richie Tozier

That Day Back Then

Dumbfounded By You

Welcome to the Loser’s

Bottle Up Those Feelings

Road Trip!

Your Fault

A Rush

Fear of You

Hell, I Think I Love You

I Need To

Sacrifices Will Be Made

Promise Worth Making

No Way

You and Him

To Be Forgotten

Cuddle Bug

Glum

Why Won’t Anyone Believe Me? (adult)

Star-Struck (aged-up)

Rainy Day (aged-up)

Ease (adult)

Feelings Never Lost (adult)

Insanity At It’s Finest (adult)

We Had No Idea

Beverly Marsh

Old and New

Ben Hanscom: 

Make It Stop (adult)

Should’ve Been There (adult)

This Time, I’ll Do It Right (adult)

Reddie:

Better When I’m With You

Understanding (adults)

Would Includes:

IT:

Loser’s Club

Being Apart of the Loser’s Club

Being in a Poly Relationship with Eddie and Richie

Richie Tozier

Dating Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Dating Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Dating Eddie Kaspbrak

Stan Uris

Stan Uris Dating Shy Reader

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Older Brother Steve Comforting You

Headcanons:

IT:

Richie Tozier:

Dating Richie Tozier

Dating Richie Tozier (Beverly’s Twin)

Eddie Kaspbrak:

Eddie Kaspbrak’s Little Sister

Stan Uris:

Dating Stan Uris (Bubbly Reader)

Dating Stan Uris (Photographer)

Bill Denbrough:

Dating Bill Denbrough (Drummer)

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington:

Steve Harrington Getting Jealous

RECENTLY UPDATED: 2019/11/26

[donvex]

No Need for Caffeine, Your Smile is Enough

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing: Kaspbrough ( Bill Denbrough / Eddie Kaspbrak )

Word Count: 1.5k

AO3 Link

Summary:

Eddie likes where he lives. It’s convenient. The rent is only 400 a month, and it's close to campus. The only downside is that his apartment is right above a bustling coffee shop, and he doesn't even drink coffee.

He does, however, know all the employees by name. They sneak him pastries when he hides in the corner of their shop to study.

But this time, when he looks for Ben’s face - because it’s a Tuesday, and Ben always works Tuesdays by himself - he instead finds the back of Ben’s head, his hands shoveling ice into a cup, and an entirely new face managing the register.

Notes: For @delicateloser ♡

Eddie likes where he lives. It’s convenient. The rent is only 400 a month, because he’s practically living in a closet. One small room with enough space for his twin mattress bed and a desk - a desk in which he only uses when he’s on his laptop, fooling around online and sending emails.

Otherwise, he practically lives at school. He’s always in the library, or the commuter lounge, studying and working and thriving.

The only disappointing thing about where he lives is that it’s above a coffee shop. One of the closest shops to campus, actually - which means that it’s constantly bustling, students always desperate for caffeine. The small tables are almost always filled, and even outside of rush hours there’s a line at the counter. It’s busy and, quite frankly, annoying. More so considering he can’t actually work there despite the convenience of living right upstairs, because Eddie doesn’t even drink coffee. It’s just too much for him, he’s hyper enough as it is, and even though his workload is completely draining, coffee just makes his body ache while his mind overworks itself.

That being said, he still knows all of the employees at the shop. The stairs that lead down from his apartment’s front door connect to the small hallway that leads into the store, and often enough he finds himself looking in through the large glass windows and deciding to sit down to study there if there’s a corner unoccupied. Sometimes, when the lines fizzle out and Eddie slips into one of the available booths, Richie or Ben will join him and pass him a pastry wrapped in a napkin, as if it was this dirty black market exchange. They’ll chat with him for a few minutes before returning to their spot at the front counter, but if the shop is really dead, Eddie will still talk to them from his own table.

On the busier days, when he’s hiding out in the shop instead of the library but doesn’t feel read to keep working (because one can really only work for so long before completely dropping) he takes to examining the room.

His eyes always go to the counter first. Who’s working,  how many people are in line, how empty the food display is looking. It’s never really a good indication of how good a day it is for the business, since rush hour looks bad no matter what and everything is cleaned and restocked during the lulls, but it feels like it gives a lot of information. After that, Eddie takes to examining the people of the room. How many students are there, how many actually adults with brief cases and jobs (though there are hardly ever any, considering students will fight for a table and free wifi), how many people are actually drinking their coffee versus how many let it sit and only use it as a distraction. And at some people, the people seem to fade out completely, and Eddie lets himself calm down while he examines the warm interior of the space.

The walls are a warm shade of red wood, naturally stained so that each plank is unique. The floor is darker, a brown closer to a chocolaty black in nature. The tables are made out of a similarly dark brown wood, and the chairs range from simple and functional to decoratively covered in red and gold cushions. Along the back row is a series of booths, and that’s Eddie’s favorite place to stake out.

Which is where he currently finds himself, sliding into the side of the booth closest to the far wall, stacking his books up against one another. It’s late, close to closing time, but Ben always lets him stay there while they clean up. It’s not like he orders anything, or makes a fuss, or even gets in the way of cleaning. Hell, there’s been a few times where he’s helped clean, just because the conversation was good and he knew his friends would benefit.

But this time, when he looks for Ben’s face - because it’s a Tuesday, and Ben always works Tuesdays by himself - he instead finds the back of Ben’s head, his hands shoveling ice into a cup, and an entirely new face managing the register.

There’s only two people in line - one already having order, obviously waiting for their drink, and the other in the process of placing an order. Eddie gives it a few minutes, waits until the first drink is completed and the second started, before he dips out of his seat and approaches the counter.

“Ben!” He’s waving, even though Ben isn’t facing him, but he knows it’s too late to shove his hand back in his pocket until he’s fully followed through with the motion. “Looks like it’s a little more crowded back there today, huh?”

The other boy behind the counter looks stunned for a second at being addressed, eyes slightly wider and lips forming a small o shape, but Eddie just gives him a smile and waits for him to introduce himself.

He doesn’t speak, though. Instead, his fingers fidget at his sides, and he looks at Ben expectantly until Ben finally finishes the second drink, hands it off to the waiting customer, and turns to grin at Eddie.

“Hey, Eddie. I thought I saw you hiding away in that back corner. This is Bill, the new hire!” Ben sounds so enthusiastic and hopefully, like he’s expecting Bill to do Great Things working in their coffee shop. Eddie holds out his hand to the new kid, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that’s spouting off numbers and statistics about how many germs are found in a workplace.

“Eddie Kaspbrak. Nice to met you.” He knows Ben has already said his name, but it seems polite to introduce himself again. He’s pleased when Bill shakes his hand and does the same.

“Bill. Denbrough.” It’s short, but said sweetly, and Bill has this tiny smile on his face that lights up Eddie’s world.

“Do you like it here, Bill?”

Bill nods, and Eddie looks at him encouragingly, waiting for more. “It’s nice. B-b-but I don’t think I s-should be manning the regis-ster.”

Eddie wants to frown in frustration at that, because he already completely understands the sentiment. But he also knows the best way to fight it is to ignore it, because half of the assumptions about himself and how capable he is are wrong.

And when he looks Bill in the eyes - a gorgeous shade of light green, Eddie notes - he knows that they’re wrong about Bill, too. He seems so capable and so bright and so genuine.

“I think you’re exactly where you belong, Mr. Denbrough. Every student dragging themselves through our door could use someone bright in their life to cheer them up.” Eddie doesn’t really know what he’s doing, anymore. Being corny is not his regular. Then again, nothing about Bill really seems regular.

Especially not the stunning smile that Bill gives back to him, god. There’s no way that is regular. “I thought Ben was the p-poet.” His laughter is light and warm, and Eddie feels captivated.

Ben calls from the back door, then, asking Bill if he’s reading to learn the closing process. Bill’s smile turns sheepish as he calls back an affirmative, but he’s eyes still shimmer as he turns to Eddie again. “Did you want a drink b-before we shut everything down? You didn’t order anything.”

Eddie shakes his head no. “Nah, I don’t drink anything with caffeine. It… doesn’t mesh well with my anxiety. Or my overactive imagination.” Bill laughs, and Eddie didn’t think it was possible for a human to radiate sunshine, but now he knows - and he would swear there are stars in his own eyes. “I do, however, have hot chocolate and milk upstairs. If you wanted to come up after you close?” It’s hopeful, and tentative, and Eddie almost can’t believe how brave he feels right now. He knows nothing about Bill other than his name, that he’s the personification of happiness, and that he’s right here in front of Eddie - and he’s not going to pass up on this opportunity.

“I w-would love to. Give me a few minutes?”

Eddie nods before returning to his favorite booth, wearing a goofy smile as he stares down at his shoes.

He doesn’t know that his favorite booth will soon turn to their favorite booth.

He doesn’t know that Bill will end up moving in with him upstairs despite how cramped it is, for “the sake of being close to work.”

He doesn’t know that after that, when they’ve both made it through their college years, they’ll both move into a new apartment together in a shiny city where Bill can write and Eddie can continue his nursing education.

He doesn’t know that the rest of his life is going to be warmer and brighter, even on the bad days, because they’ll make it through.

What he does know is that he’s excited in a way he hasn’t been for a long time, and that’s enough.

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[lemon-drop-writings]

Gibbous (Reddie/Stenbrough, Trans!Richie x Eddie/Stan x Bill) 1/??

Summary: The Losers Club is taking a long weekend away from their hometown of Derry and heading out into the forest to get some fresh air. Richie hopes he can put his past behind him and finally begin to start a future, hopefully involving Eddie. Bill is ready to be part of something more than himself; whether it be something as small as a relationship with a certain other member of the Losers Club, he doesn’t know.

Warnings: occasional language, transphobia, misgendering, dead name use, drinking, yelling, emotional/verbal abuse, angst(??)

Word Count: 1387

A/N: Aaaaaah, thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged the last fic! I really hope everyone likes this one just as much. The bits in italics are flashbacks to Richie dealing with his parents, hence the warnings mentioned above. I’ll be doing my best to get this updated somewhat regularly? I have a pretty busy weekend, but after that I think it levels out! Woo! If you have any questions about this or anything else, feel free to ask! Alright, enough from me. Enjoy the first chapter of Gibbous!

“Rochelle, we will not stand for this. Wentworth, talk some sense into her, she’s not a boy.”

“Rochelle, sweetie. You’re a girl. You were born a girl, and you’ll always be a girl, do you hear me?”

“I can’t believe you! I tell you something this sensitive and you react like this?! I know it’s different, but fucking shit, at least let tell me you still love me!”

“Sweetie, we do. But this? Wanting to be a boy? That’s not normal. It’s not right!”

“Why couldn’t I have a normal daughter? I can’t deal with this!”

“Mom… Dad… what do you-?”

“Sweetie, we can’t, in all good consciousness, live with you in this house. We… Rochelle, maybe you could find somewhere else to stay.”

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“R-Richie, are you almost ready?” Bill looked up from his duffel bag.

“Yeah, I need a sleeping bag though, do you have an extra?” Richie zipped up his backpack, putting it next to the guitar case covered in stickers.

“We only have this and the one from when I was little, I’m sorry, I lent the others to Ben and Mike,” Bill made a face, indicating an apology. His stutter had gotten better over the years to the point where it would only sneak into his sentences on a rare occasion.

“…Guess I’ll have to scavenge around at the hell hole,” Richie sighed and headed towards the door of Bill and his shared room.

“Richie…” Bill chewed his lip nervously.

“Hm?”

“……Be careful and stay safe.”

Richie took a breath and nodded, heading down the stairs, out the door, and down the street to the house that had fallen apart ever since that night.

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“Don’t touch me! Don’t come near me, you bastard,” Maggie slurred.

“Maggie, put the bottle down. One of us is going to end up hurt.”

Richie watched from the doorway as his very intoxicated mother stumbled around the kitchen, glaring at his father. Neither of them noticed his presence until he stepped backwards, causing a loose floorboard to let out a high-pitched squeak.

“Rochelle! Sweetie, when did you get here?” Richie’s father looked over, trying to seem happy to see his child.

“What…what’s going on?”

“Nothing, baby girl. Come here, let mommy see you!” Maggie stumbled forward, putting a hand on the counter for balance. She set down the half empty bottle, coming closer to Richie. Her breath reeked of alcohol as she moved in close to Richie’s face, running her fingers through his short curls, “Honey, what did you do to your hair? It was so pretty! Now it’s all short and choppy…When did you do this?”

“Mrs. Denbrough cut it for me a week after I moved in… I like it better this way.” Richie shrunk away from him mother’s hand, his nose wrinkling at the foul smell of the liquor that reached his senses. He had just come to grab some more of his things; he never wanted to have to confront his parents. He swallowed the lump in his throat, “Please don’t touch me, mother.”

Maggie’s expression changed from confusion to slight shock and offense, “Is that any way to speak to the woman who brought you into this world, Rochelle?” She waited a second before suddenly screaming, “ANSWER ME, YOUNG LADY!”

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Richie took a deep breath, approaching the house he had once called home. He knew he could sneak into the back, grab the sleeping bag from the end of the hall in the storage closet, and be out in a matter of 2 minutes. He just hoped it would be that easy.

As he got closer, he saw neither of his parents’ cars in the driveway. He felt his incredibly high anxiety level lower at this observation, allowing him to more easily prepare himself mentally for this task.

He went around the back of the large house, climbing up the tree in the backyard. He shifted out onto a branch, reaching over to his former bedroom window and pushing it up, sliding through the gap and landing on his feet. Once within the familiar room, he shuddered.

He took no time to reminisce; he had a plan, and he was going to succeed. He quickly made his way out of his room and to the end of the hall, spotting the rolled-up fabric and quickly snatching it. Richie sprinted back into the pastel pink room he used to call his own. The walls seemed to taunt him, a canopied bed against the back corner with flowery patterned sheets neatly made up.

Richie sighed and tossed the sleeping bag out the window, climbing out onto the branch and closing the window again. He shifted his thin body and made his way down the large tree, hopping onto the grass, grabbing the rolled-up camping item, and running back down the street to Bill’s house. He finally felt the tightness in his chest leave when he saw his beat up red truck in the Denbrough’s driveway. He let out a breath of relief and slowed his pace, noticing Bill was placing the camping bags in the bed of the truck.

“Billiam, my boy, did you bring everything down?” he tossed the sleeping bag in the back, putting it between the metal of the truck and his backpack, grinning at the boy on the other side of the vehicle.

“Why, yes I did Mr. Tozier!” he chuckled in return. He checked the luggage once again and looked up at Richie. “Do we have everything?”

“I have a secret stash of snacks I’ve been gathering just for tonight, Billiam. I will return before you can say ‘beep beep’!” he chuckled at the old phrase, turning on his heels and jogging inside and up the stairs. He reached their room, going to a small dresser the Denbrough’s had found for him. He opened the bottom drawer, pulling out a drawstring backpack full of chips and candy that he knew would probably result in another acne breakout, but he didn’t give a shit; Richie just wanted to have a good time with good friends and good food.

He went back downstairs, bumping into Georgie on the way. The youngest Denbrough never failed to make him smile.

“Richie! Are you and Billy leaving soon?” he looked up with his soft, childlike features despite being almost 11.

“Yes, we are little man! We were just about to head out. Can your favourite Richie get a big hug?” he grinned down at the little boy, wrinkles forming in the corners of his eyes from how wide his smile was.

The small boy beamed and wrapped his arms around Richie’s middle, squeezing him tight and humming. Richie felt his heart melting at how sweet he was, leaning down and putting his own long arms around Georgie’s small frame. He rubbed Georgie’s back gently and grinned.

“Be good, little dude. Make sure to keep an eye on your parents! And make sure to feed Maturin tonight, bud,” Richie heard Georgie giggle at the mention of his pet turtle.

“I’ll come say goodbye to Billy!” Georgie beamed, grabbing the older boy’s large hand and following him the rest of the way down the stairs.

Richie couldn’t help but be happy around the young child leading him outside. He remembered the scare they had a few years ago when Georgie went missing for a week. Bill was brought to tears when they found him in the Barrens, hungry and missing home. He still managed to be a ray of sunshine, bringing happiness to whoever was around him, despite the trauma of that rainy week.

When Bill saw his little brother dragging Richie out the door, he chuckled and opened his arms. Georgie ran into them and promptly got picked up and twirled around, squealing happily.

After saying their goodbyes, the two teens loaded themselves into the rusted pick up truck and drove off to give Stan and Beverly a ride. Eddie, Mike, and Ben would ride in Ben’s car and meet them at Stan’s cousin’s campsite. They would all spend the long weekend there, finally getting some time to be away from the town.

They picked up their two passengers, Richie and Beverly lighting up a few cigarettes and rolling down their windows as the made their way down the road, radio blaring. Finally, some time away.

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IT Fanfiction : Papawise

@ask-the-giant-clown I think you’ll find this very interesting. >:3

Chapter 2 : The Good and The Bad "Wakey wakey!" Penny heard his daughter's voice through his arms. "Legs and bakey!" He could smell something cooking. It smelled nice. When he sat up, he was greeted with Abigail's joyous smile. He loved that smile. Outside, Abby was 5' 3", had pretty, wavy blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes. On the inside, her heart was full of kindness and joy. She could light up the whole sewer without even trying. "Good morning, sunshine." Penny said to her. "Good morning, dad!" she said in return. "Is that breakfast I smell?" Penny asked. "Yes, but it's mine. Yours is right beside you." Abby replied, pointing to the half-eaten corpse of a man. "Ah yes, leftovers again." Penny sighed. "I'm sorry I can't make you anything." Abby said, looking a little sad. "Aw, it's alright, sweetheart. I actually really like leftovers." he said, crawling to the dead man and biting off his arm; smiling at Abby with it in his mouth like a dog with a bone. Abby just laughed. Her laugh always made him happy. "You're so funny, dad!" Abby said, still giggling a little bit. She didn't mind that her dad ate people; she understood that he had to in order to live. She knew he only ate the bad people and that was fine with her. She loved her father and only wanted him to be happy. After they ate breakfast, Penny packed Abby's backpack for her. "Thanks, dad." she said when he handed it to her. "You're welcome, sunshine. Have a good first day." he replied. "You have a good day too. I love you!" She kisses him on the cheek before running off to catch the bus. "Bye!" she yelled over her shoulder. "Bye Abby! I love you too!" Penny yelled back, watching her run in the direction of the old abandoned house in which the old well resided. There, Abby climbed up a rope ladder Penny installed to the top of the well, left the house, and walked nearly a mile to get to the nearest bus stop. That's where the bus picked her up to take her to school. The school she went to was Derry High School, and today was the first day of her sophomore year. She was amazed at how many students there were this year--she didn't remember all those students last year. Looking around, she could recognize a few people, but she was really only looking for one person. Mary Allen, her BFF since preschool, was in the same grade. Just a little taller than Abby, Mary had long, straight brown hair, and a pretty pair of glasses adorned her face. Her and Abby were always trying to find some way to spend time together, and if they couldn't, they wouldn't be happy until they could. Abby looked around the cafeteria for her friend but couldn't find her. She was about to call her when Mary snuck up from behind and startled her, making Abby jump a little. "Mary! Don't startle me like that!" Abby scolded. "Sorry, Abby! I was just so happy to see you and I'm so excited to compare our schedules!" Mary replied, bouncier than usual. "Me too! Who did you get for first period?" Abby asked. "I have Mr. Strickland. Who do you have?" Mary asked in return. "Aw man, I have Mr. Price." Abby said sadly. "Bummer. But hey, that's ok! We've got second period together!" Mary exclaimed. "Hey we do! Awesome!" Abby rejoiced. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!! "There's the bell. See you later, Mary!" Abby hugged her friend before heading for the stairs. "Bye!" Mary yelled as she went the opposite direction. Abby climbed the stairs to the second floor and sat in the second row of desks when she found Mr. Price's classroom. She could tell Mr. Price was a nice teacher just by looking at all the funny decorations around the room. She then noticed the white board, which said to take out a pencil and open to a blank page in a spiral, so she did just that. When she got her materials and looked up, that's when she saw him. A boy about her age with smooth black hair and a leather jacket walked in the room. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Abby couldn't take her eyes off of him. She could feel her cheeks turn red as he turned to look at her. It made her blush even more when he smiled and winked at her. She watched as he sat three seats away from her in the first row. She felt her heart beating hard and fast when she put her hand on her chest. Thoughts were racing through her mind but one question remained stationary. Did I just fall in love? A big group of kids bustle through the door and find their seats just as the tardy bell rings, and once they all follow the directions on the board, Mr. Price stands at the front of the room and begins taking attendance. Abby decides to watch the black-haired boy to find out what his name is. Mr. Price calls out a bunch of different names in alphabetical order and other kids respond to them. What is that boy's name? Abby thought. "Eddie Denbrough?" Mr. Price called out another name. "Here." the boy responded whilst raising a hand. Eddie Denbrough. That was his name. Abby liked that name. She stared at him some more and almost didn't notice when Mr. Price called her name. "Abigail Parker?" "Oh, here!" she quickly said whilst quickly raising her hand. As Mr. Price takes the rest of attendance, Abby tries hard not to let Eddie distract her again. But she can't seem to get him out of her mind. Luckily, she's able to snap out of it as Mr. Price finally starts the class. "Good morning, class. My name is Mr. Price, and I and your new Geometry teacher." he said. The whole class responded with a "Good morning, Mr. Price." before he continued. "Today's assignment will be very easy and fun. You will each grab a partner and you will interview them. As you ask them questions, you must take notes in your spirals. We will be doing this tomorrow as well, and on Wednesday, you each will present your partner to the class using the notes you took during your interviews. Sound like fun?" he continued. The whole class replied with a "Yes" while Abby simply turned again to look at her newfound crush. "Alright, you may choose your partners for this assignment. Have fun!" All of the kids started to chat and walk around as soon as Mr. Price made his way to his desk. Abby, seeing this as her opportunity to become friends with Eddie, quickly trots over to him and taps him on the shoulder. "Hm?" he says as he turns around. Abby suddenly becomes nervous. "Uh, h-hi, Eddie. Do you uh...w-want to be my...p-partner?" Abby struggles to get the question out of her mouth. For some reason, she was expecting him to want to be with a boy, but to her surprise... "Sure." he says nonchalantly. Abby was shocked. "Wait, r-really?" she asked. "I-I thought you'd w-want to be with a boy!" she continued. Eddie smiled. "Nah, all the boys in this class are weirdos. Not my style. Besides, I'd rather be with you than anybody." he said. Abby felt like she was going to faint. Did he really just say that? "Wow..thanks, Eddie." Abby could not stop blushing. She could only hope Eddie didn't notice it. The two found themselves staring into each other's eyes for a bit, but that was interrupted when another girl came up and practically turned Eddie around herself. "Hey Eddie, you want to be my partner?" she asked. Her hands were folded in front of her, her red hair was in a high ponytail that ran down past her shoulders, and she smiled big as she tried to make her eyes sparkle. Eddie wasn't impressed. "Sorry Brittney, but I already told Abby I'd be her partner." he replied. Brittney looked over at Abby as her smile disappeared. Abby smiled a bit and waved to her, but all Brittney did was give her an angry look and let out a "Hmph!" as she turned and left. Abby could already tell she wasn't going to be of the friendly sort, but she didn't mind that. Yet. "C'mon, let's find a spot and start working." Eddie said, holding Abby's hand and guiding her to an open spot near his desk. Of course, Abby blushed intensely as this happened. As they sat down and started their work, Brittney McFadden watched them from where she and her partner were sitting. She hated the way Eddie and Abby got along so well. Her face turned redder and redder with anger every time the two laughed. Her partner leaned in next to her. "Why are you looking at them like that?" she asked. "I hate the way that little rat is hanging out with my future boyfriend." Brittney replied. Her partner seemed weirded out. "...Future boyfriend?" she asked. "Girl, you're crazy. I think those two look super cute together!" she continued, looking back at Eddie and Abby. Brittney did not like hearing that. "Shut up! The only one Eddie looks cute with is me." she said, angrier. I need to get rid of that little rat. Brittney thought to herself. Somehow.

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13 Reasons Why

Take Care (Jeff Atkins x Reader) [20 June 2017]

Mi Flor (Jeff Atkins x Reader) [15 July 2017]

Baby Driver

B-A-B-Y Baby (Baby x Reader) [06 September 2017]

Let Me Show You How To Drive A Car (Baby x Reader, Darling, Buddy, Doc) [11 October 2017]

Baby’s Baby With A Baby (Baby x Reader) [09 April 2018]

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Trouble Without Me (Barry Allen x Speedster!Reader) [18 January 2017]

Hold My Hand (Barry Allen x Reader) [11 May 2017]

Long Awaited (Barry Allen x Reader) [11 July 2017]

Treasure Hunt (Barry Allen x Speedster!Reader) [14 February 2018]

DC Comics/Suicide Squad

Crazy (Joker) [14 November 2016]

DC/Justice League

In a Flash (Barry Allen x Reader) [21 December 2017]

Disney/ Beauty and The Beast

Late Night Tea (Mrs. Potts) [01 May 2017]

Doctor Who

Forgive Me (No ship) [02 October 2016]

Goodbye Doctor (10th Doctor x Reader) [08 June 2017]

Lives Saved (12th Doctor x Clara) [04 October 2017]

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Distant Protection (Credence Barebone x Reader) [02 January 2017]

Careful Healing (Newt Scamander x Reader) [06 January 2017]

Obliviate (Credence Barebone x Reader, Percival Graves) [13 January 2017]

Thieving Bugger (Newt Scamander x Reader) [23 January 2017]

Glee

I Dreamed a Dream (Kurt Hummel) [30 March 2017]

Warbler Revealed (Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson) [17 May 2017]

Seasons of Love (Artie Abrams x Reader) [01 December 2017]

Kingsman

Undercover (TequilaxReader (Vodka)) [30 January 2018

Magcon

The Christmas Song (Matthew Espinosa x Reader) [18 December 2016]

Marvel

Civil Daughter (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark’s Daughter/Reader) [08 August 2016]

Civil Daughter Part 2 (Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader)

Nightmares (Bucky Barnes x Reader) [06 November 2016]

Healing the Warrior (Bucky Barnes x Reader) [31 January 2017]

Titanic Tuition (Tony Stark, Intern!Reader) [09 February 2017]

Arrangements Part One (T’Challa x POC Reader) [23 February 2017]

Arrangements Part Two (T’Challa x POC Reader) [14 February 2018]

The Red Dress (Sam Wilson x Reader) [25 April 2017]

Six Weeks (Steve Rogers x Reader) [22 May 2017]

Going With Ego (Peter Quill) [30 May 2017]

Long Day (Bucky Barnes x Reader) [22 June 2017]

It’s Really You (Wade Wilson, Sister Reader, Francis Freeman/Ajax, Angel) [27 November 2017]

Asgard and Beyond (Loki x Tony’s Daughter!Reader, Thor, etc) [04 January 2018]

Asgard and Beyond Pt 2 (Tony’s Daughter!Reader, Tony Stark, Loki) [25 January 2018]

Pull Through (Tony’s Daughter!Reader, Loki, Tony Stark, etc) [23 January 2018]

The Maze Runner

I Will Find You (Gally x Reader) [03 October 2016]

Protect Me (Newt x Reader) [07 November 2016]

Don’t Forget (Newt x Reader) [07 January 2017]

Once Upon A Time

Let Me Go (Peter Pan x Reader) [02 October 2016]

I’m Still Here (Captain Hook/Killian Jones x Reader) [18 December 2017]

Power Rangers

Purple Ranger [18 May 2017]

Riverdale

Home at Last (Jughead Jones x Reader) [28 March 2017]

Home at Last Part 2 (Jughead Jones x Reader) [24 April 2017]

To Date or Not To Date (Jughead Jones x Reader) [04 December 2017]

Lost Hero (Jason Blossom, Reggie Mantle) [26 December 2017]

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

No Harm Done (Klaus Baudelaire x Reader) [17 March 2017]

Shameless US

Little Sister (Gallagher!Reader) [08 December 2016]

Star Wars

Extraordinary Asset Pt 1 (General Hux x Reader) [23 January 2017]

Extraordinary Assets Pt 2 (General Hux x Reader) [14 February 2018]

Follow the Orders (Kylo Ren x Reader, General Hux) [06 January 2017]

The Unfaithful and the Betrayed (General Hux x Reader) [24 January 2017]

Abandoning the Order (General Hux x Reader, Princess Leia) [28 September 2017]

Supernatural

Demon’s Blood (Dean Winchester) [03 May 2016]

Costco (Destiel/Dean x Castiel) [11 August 2016]

Car Troubles (Dean Winchester x Impala!Reader) [03 October 2016]

Find Her (Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel) [10 November 2016]

Find Her REWRITE (Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Lucifer) [22 October 2017]

Missed You (Demon!Sam Winchester x Reader) [23 December 2016]

Christmas Time, Tinsel Time (Lucifer x Reader) [26 December 2016]

Opportunity (Dean Winchester x Reader) [12 January 2017]

Uninvited Calling (Dean Winchester x POC Reader) [16 February 2017]

Thanks for Nothing (Dean Winchester x Reader) [19 June 2017]

Little Kisses (Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean, Castiel) [08 August 2017]

You’re Not Dean (Shapeshifter!Dean x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester) [28 November 2017]

Under the Mistletoe (Dean Winchester x Reader)[06 December 2017]

Teen Wolf

All is Fair in Love and War (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) [14 November 2015]

Emma (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) [05 April 2016]

I’m Not Very Good At Writing (Isaac Lahey x Reader) [08 August 2016]

Boys And Girls (Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Bisexual!Reader)[18 October 2016]

Sign Me A Hello (Stiles Stilinski x Deaf!Reader) [21 December 2016]

Wake Up (Reader and Scott’s Pack) [23 December 2016]

It’s Okay (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) [30 December 2016]

Remembrance (Resurrected!Allison Argent x Female!Reader) [03 February 2017]

Werewolf Secrets (Isaac Lahey x Stiles’ twin sister Reader) [10 February 2017]

French Whispers (Isaac Lahey x Werewolf!Reader)[14 February 2017] 

Just a Batch (Scott McCall x Reader) [14 February 2017]

Badboy (Theo Raeken x Plus Size Reader) [18 Aprill 2017]

The Thinning (Isaac Lahey x Reader) [27 April 2017]

My Sunshine (Liam Dunbar x Reader) [23 May 2017]

Stiles Asks Y/N On A Date (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) [03 October 2017]{Preference}

I’ll Still Be Here/You’re Not A Bad Guy (Aiden and Ethan, Sister Reader, Derek Hale, Nogitsune/Void Stiles, Chris Argent) [07 November 2017]

I Need You Idiot (Cora Hale x Brett Talbot, Derek Hale) [09 November 2017]

Confessions (Scott McCall x Reader) [14 February 2018]

We’re Still Young (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) [14 February 2018]

The Vampire Diaries

Make Me (Stefan Salvatore x Reader) [20 January 2017]

The Walking Dead

Suspicions (Negan x Reader, Dwight) [19 July 2017]

Taken Away/Last Day (Pregnant!Reader, Rick, Negan, Carl) [18 September 2017]

He Saved Me (Grimes!Reader, Negan, Simon, Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes)

X-Men

Closest to the Darkness (Alex Summers x Reader, Peter Maximoff x Reader) [16 January 2017]

Dreaming the Illusion (Charles Xavier) [26 January 2017]

Safe Winters (Logan Howlett x Reader) [22 May 2017]

Youtube

Sleepy Stream (Markiplier x Reader) [03 April 2017]

Crossovers

Secrets from Space {Doctor Who, Arrow} (Oliver Queen, 11th Doctor, Felicity Smoak) [1 February 2017]

Headcanons

13 Reasons Why

Having a Child with Jeff Atkins [29 September 2017]

Dating Justin Foley and Being a Werewolf [12 December 2017]

Baby Driver

Being Baby’s Significant Other [27 September 2017]

It (2017)

Dating Bill Denbrough [05 November 2017]

Marvel

Having a Child with Tony Stark [14 February 2017]

Working Out with Steve [25 May 2017]

Supernatural

New Years Eve with the Winchesters [31 December 2016]

Dating Crowley [07 January 2017] (Posted this at like midnight)

Having A Child with Dean Winchester [27 January 2017]

Teen Wolf

If Isaac Stayed and Decided to Date Malia [13 January 2017]

Lydia Being Your Maid of Honor [13 January 2017]

Scott McCall taking care of you while you’re sick [23 January 2017]

Being Malia’s Best Friend and Being A Werewolf [21 October 2017]