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In Your Corner | bill denbrough

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fandom | IT: Chapter One

character | Bill Denbrough

reader | (disabled) they/them (she ver.)(he ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | cursing, ableism

word count | 1,131

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi! Could I request a Bill Denbrough x disabled!reader? Where Richie compares (y/n) to a bike and tries to ride their wheelchair while (y/n) is still in it- and bill tells him to fuck off? I just think bill would understand 🥺💕

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You hummed quietly as you pushed against the wheels of your chair. Approaching your best friend’s driveway was the only way you could hang out with him, seeing how inaccessible his front door was. If you thought too hard about it, it didn’t give you the best feeling in the world, so you tried not to.

You saw him sitting on the floor, sketching in his notebook somewhat mindlessly. Upon hearing your quiet hum, he flipped a few pages ahead to a blank one. Looking up at you, he squinted from the sun shining in his eyes but smiled.

“H-Hi (Y/n). You’re the f-first to get here so we can wait for everyone else.” He said, standing up and moving to the couch his dad had put in the garage a few months ago. He realized how much more inclined he was to hang out there now that he was friends with you.

His parents were lovely, but he started to pick up on the sudden stiffness and overall negative feelings you had when they said certain things. About how they were sorry and glad Bill was so kind, which he was. It was one of his greatest qualities, but it was as if they only thought he was your friend because he was so kind.

“That’s alright. What were you drawing?”  You asked casually, backing your chair into the space of the wall that was just the right fit. You remembered when he moved aside a table so he could sit next to you. It was one of the moments that made you feel your heartbeat in your stomach, as he so often did.

“Oh, n-n-nothing. Just practicing shape l-language for objects.” He replied, sitting on the cushions in a way that made it easier to look at you. 

“Really? What are you trying to learn to draw?” You asked. He shrugged.

“Nothing in p-p-particular. I just think it’s a g-good skill to have.” He replies, closing his sketchbook and setting it aside. You smile and nod.

“Do you know when the other Losers plan on joining us?” You asked leaning on the arm of your chair.

“Right now.” A voice called from behind. You looked over your shoulder to the garage entrance, watching Richie, Eddie, and Stan enter. You smiled and waved, which only Stan returned. 

“What are we doing here? You never told us.” Eddie says, sitting on the far end of the couch. You were never sure why, but he always seemed much more tense. You could come up with a few reasons, but they weren’t good ones, and you hoped those weren’t the case.

“J-J-Just a movie night. I made popcorn and st-ocked the drinks.” Bill replied. You begin to self-propel toward the fridge in the far left corner of the room. You looked inside, seeing mostly cokes and water. You opted for the latter.

“Plus, if we run out, we can hop on (Y/n)’s wheelchair. They’re basically a bike.” Richie says with a snicker, placing both his feet on the back of your chair and causing you to become unsteady. You yelp in surprise, immediately swatting him off. You turn your chair to face him, a look of panic on your face.

“What the fuck Richie?” You shout. He raises his eyebrows.

“What?” He asks, lacking a single modicum of self-awareness. You’re so flustered and upset that you find it difficult to articulate your feelings. Bill stands up from the couch, stepping between Richie and yourself.

“Y-You can’t say shit like that Richie!” Bill exclaims, his ears turning red from anger as they always did.

“Why are you guys freaking out?” He asks, raising his arms in exasperation.

“C-Comparing (Y/n) to a bike? You don’t get why that’s f-f-f-fu-fucked up!?” He shouts, finding it harder to speak due to his anger.

“No? It was a good thing. Bikes are cool and they’d be helping us to the store.” He replied. 

“It’s fine Bill. Don’t worry about it…” You mumble, trying to maneuver around him.

“N-no (Y/n) I am w-worried about it,” Bill says, turning to look at you. There was a look in his eyes that made you feel warm and safe. 

“They said don’t worry about it so I think-“

“Fuck off Richie!” Bill yells as he whips his head around to stare at him, not a stutter in his voice. Richie backs away with his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever dude.” He mumbles, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.

You were thankful Bill was so quick to defend you, but the confrontation still made you uneasy and guilty. You wheeled your chair out of the garage and onto the driveway, stopping when you heard Bill coming after you.

“Where are you g-going? Are you ok-kay?” He asks, walking by your side. You sigh and stop wheeling yourself forward. You say nothing at first trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. Bill walks in front of you, so he can see you while you talk, a simple gesture but something so thoughtful.

“You’re the only one who treats me… Well, normal… Richie always has something to say, Eddie avoids me like he’s going to catch something and I just… I hate it.” You mutter, folding your hands in your lap. Bill sighs as he crosses his arms.

“I w-wish there was more I could do. I t-t-tell Richie all the time to quit his shit but he-“

“It’s not you Bill. You do more than enough. Sometimes it feels like you’re the only person I have in my corner.” You say, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiles, his eyes holding that same shine that made you feel so warm and safe.

“Y-You know, that’s exactly how I feel.” He replies. You tilt your head in confusion. Bill rubs his neck bashfully before shrugging. 

“You’re the only one who ever t-tells them to stop making fun of my s-st-stutter. Sometimes it feels like y-you’re the only one in my c-corner.” He replies. You smile, a warm glow rushing to your cheeks.

“We can be in each other’s corner.” You reply, giddily grabbing his hand. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve done before pulling back.

“S-Sorry I was just-”

“No! It’s okay!” He grabs your hand again, this time intertwining your fingers. “I l-like being in each other's corner.” 

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He chuckles and locks his pinky around yours.

“P-Pinky promise.” He replies.

“Now let’s go watch the m-movie. If Richie says anything else I’ll j-just kick him out.”

“Since when are you Mr. tough guy?” You ask with a giggle.

“S-Since I had to be in someone’s corner. I-it’s a tough job you know.”

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Bar Realizations

Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

a/n: I’ve had this story in my notes drafts for a hot minute but I never posted it but now I feel like I should.

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I had always known I was different. From the time I was little, strange things happened around me. Objects moved without cause, emotions surged uncontrollably, and the whispers in my head never ceased. When I discovered the full extent of my powers, I knew I needed help—someone who could guide me. That's when I met Charles Xavier.

He was young, kind, and immensely powerful. His ability to control and influence minds was unparalleled, but it was his patience and understanding that drew me in. He offered to help me harness my abilities, and I accepted, desperate to gain control over the chaos within me.

The process was grueling. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, filled with intense training sessions, meditation, and mental exercises. There were moments when I wanted to give up, when the weight of my powers felt too heavy to bear. But Charles was always there, encouraging me, pushing me to my limits, and teaching me to master my abilities. Over time, our relationship deepened. I found myself drawn to him, not just because he was my mentor, but because of who he was—compassionate, intelligent, and incredibly attractive.

One evening, after a particularly challenging session, Charles suggested we take a break. “How about we go out for drinks? Just the two of us,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

My heart skipped a beat. Was this a date? Did he feel the same way about me as I did about him? Trying to contain my excitement, I agreed, and we made our way to a cozy bar in town.

The atmosphere was perfect—dim lights, soft music, and a sense of intimacy that made my pulse quicken. We sat at a corner table, and for a while, everything felt perfect. We laughed, talked about everything and nothing, and I felt closer to him than ever before.

But then, she appeared. A tall, confident blonde with a predatory smile. She sauntered over to our table and immediately latched onto Charles, ignoring my presence entirely. “Hey, handsome,” she purred, placing a hand on his arm. “Mind if I join you?”

Charles tried to gently extricate himself from her grasp. “Actually, we’re on a date,” he said, nodding towards me.

The blonde glanced at me and scoffed. “Yeah, right. Like he’d ever go out with you.”

The words stung, and anger flared within me. How dare she dismiss me so easily? I felt a surge of energy, the familiar tingle of my powers awakening. Discreetly, I focused on her, channeling my emotions into a subtle spell. Suddenly, the blonde started babbling, spilling embarrassing secrets about herself.

“I can't believe I lost my job today,” she blurted out, her eyes wide with horror. “And my ex dumped me because I cheated on him. Oh my god, why am I saying this?”

She turned and fled, humiliated, leaving Charles and me alone once more. I felt a pang of satisfaction, but it was short-lived. Charles turned to me, his expression serious.

“Did you use your powers?” he asked quietly.

Guilt washed over me, and I nodded. “I’m sorry. I just... I don’t know. I felt jealous, possessive. I wanted you all to myself.”

Charles sighed and suggested we head back to the school. The drive back was silent, the weight of my actions pressing down on me. Had I ruined everything? As we pulled up to the mansion, I couldn’t bear the silence any longer.

“Charles, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to lose control. I just... I care about you so much, and seeing her with you made me feel... threatened.”

He remained silent, his face unreadable. As we entered the mansion, I turned to head to my room, wanting to escape the shame and disappointment I felt.

But then, I heard his voice in my mind. “Y/N, I’m not mad or disappointed. In fact, I’m feeling quite the opposite. That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart racing. Turning around, I saw him standing there, a faint smile playing on his lips. Before I knew it, Charles closed the distance between us, his lips crushing against mine in a passionate kiss.

My body responded immediately to his touch, my desire for him igniting like wildfire. I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming over his strong chest as I returned his kiss eagerly. Charles' taste and touch were addictive, and I already knew I would never get enough of him.

Guided by pure instinct, Charles backed me up against a wall, his lips never leaving mine as he reached behind me to open a nearby door. Still kissing me deeply, he backed us into his bedroom, our mouths fused together.

Breaking the kiss briefly, Charles growled softly, his breath hot against my ear, "Get on the bed, baby." His voice was thick with desire, and I felt my core clench at the commanding tone he was taking with me. I wanted him to take control, to show me just how much he wanted me.

I did exactly as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest as I climbed onto the bed and looked up at Charles expectantly. He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it, revealing his muscled chest and abs.

My mouth watered at the sight, my eyes roaming over his defined body as I licked her lips subconsciously.

Charles kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and my pussy clenched at the sight, my own clothes feeling too tight and restricting.

"Take your clothes off for me, baby," Charles demanded, his voice hoarse as he watched her intently. "Show me that beautiful body."

I sat up, my hands shaking slightly as I lifted my top over my head, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, shimmying out of them, and then slowly stepped out of my panties, now completely naked and on display for Charles.

He groaned, his eyes raking over my body, taking in my breasts and smooth pussy. "You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" He took a step closer, reaching out to trail a finger along my inner thigh, his touch sending shivers through me.

"Charles..." I whimpered, my voice filled with need. I had spread my legs slightly, inviting him to touch me where I wanted and needed it the most.

As if reading my mind, Charles smiled wickedly, lowering himself between my thighs. He nuzzled my creamy thighs with his face, placing soft kisses along my sensitive skin as he made his way closer to my core.

I sighed, my hands threading through his hair as I savored the feel of his lips and tongue on my skin.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet," Charles murmured against my pussy, his warm breath teasing me. He kissed my inner thighs again before finally zeroing in on my center, his tongue snaking out to lick a long, slow stripe along my slit.

I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily as I felt his tongue swipe through my folds, collecting my essence. "Oh God, Charles!"

Encouraged by my reaction, Charles gently gripped my thighs, spreading me open further to give him better access. He swirled his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into my dripping core, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside me.

"Fuck, yes!" I moaned, my body writhing on the bed as Charles ate me out with skill and enthusiasm.

My hands grasped the bedsheets as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over me. Charles devoured me eagerly, clearly enjoying the sweet nectar I was offering him.

It didn't take long for me to climax, my walls clenching around Charles' fingers as I cried out his name.

Charles hummed in satisfaction, licking and lapping up my juices as I rode out my orgasm. But he didn't stop there, continuing to work his magic with his tongue and fingers until I was trembling with sensitivity.

"Please... I can't take any more," I panted, my body still throbbing from the intense orgasms. "I need to taste you now."

With a grin, Charles withdrew his fingers and tongue, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Then he climbed up the bed, positioning himself above me. I reached for his throbbing cock, wrapping my hand around the shaft and stroking him slowly as I guided him to my waiting mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the engorged head, tasting the salty pre-cum before taking him deep into my mouth. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he threaded his fingers through my hair, gently guiding me as I sucked him off.

I took my time, swirling my tongue around his length, sucking and bobbing my head as I looked up at him through my lashes. I loved the power I felt in this position, knowing that I could bring this strong, powerful mutant to his knees with just my mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N... that feels so good," Charles groaned, his hips picking up a slight rhythm as he gently fucked my face.

I hummed in response, the vibration making Charles grit his teeth. He couldn't hold back anymore; he wanted to feel the tight heat of my mouth around him as he came. With a low growl, he began to thrust into my mouth, his pace quickening as he chased his release.

"Fuck my face, Charles," I moaned, loving the feel of his hard length sliding between my lips. "Cum for me."

my dirty words sent Charles over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, he spilled down my throat, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into my eager mouth.

I savored the taste of him, swallowing every drop he gave me as he rode out his intense orgasm.

We lay together for a moment, catching our breath, before Charles gently withdrew from her mouth, a satisfied smile on his face. "You are amazing, baby."

The comment made me blush, a happy warmth spreading through me as I reached up to kiss him. "Your turn to lay back and enjoy the ride."

With a twinkle in his eye, Charles lay back on the bed, his hard cock standing proud as he watched me straddle him. I smiled wickedly, reaching for a condom from the bedside drawer before rolling it onto him with ease.

I took my time, rubbing my slick folds against his length as I teased us both. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to urge me down onto him. "Tease," he accused playfully, reaching up to tweak my nipples, making me gasp.

"Impatient," I retorted, aligning myself with him before slowly sinking down, taking him deep inside me. We both groaned, I threw my head back as I savored the feel of him stretching me.

Charles' hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to ride him, my tits bouncing with each bounce.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room as I picked up the pace, my hips moving in perfect rhythm. Charles thrust up to meet me, his hands squeezing the flesh of my ass as he helped to guide me onto him.

"You feel so good, baby," Charles panted, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "So wet and tight."

I moaned, my head falling forward as I got lost in the sensations. Charles' cock hit all the right spots inside me, and I could feel my orgasm building already.

Reaching between us, I started to rub my clit in tight circles as I rode him harder, my breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, fuck... I'm gonna cum, Charles."

"Cum for me, baby," Charles urged, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock with that tight pussy."

As if on cue, my walls clenched around him, my juices flowing as I cried out his name. Charles groaned, his hips snapping up to meet mine as he thrust into me one last time, spilling himself into the condom.

Our bodies shuddered together as we rode out our intense, mutual orgasm.

Collapsing onto his chest, I felt Charles' arms wrap around me, holding me close. We were both sweaty and sticky, but the post-coital glow and the feeling of satisfaction made it all worth it.

"That was incredible," I murmured, placing a soft kiss on his chest.

Charles smiled, his hand gently tracing invisible circles on my back. "It certainly was. But we're not done yet."

I lifted my head to look at him, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Oh, really? And what did you have in mind?"

Charles' gaze darkened with desire. "I want to try something different. Something a little wilder."

Intrigued, I bit my lip. "Like what?"

Charles rolled them over, pressing a kiss to my neck. "You'll see," he whispered, his hand reaching down to stroke my slick folds. "But first, I want to taste you again."

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My first Marvel story!!!!

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@hiireadstuff @dark-night-sky-99 @rougekiki @dhanihamidi @eddieharrington @tallrock35

[hockstetters-overbite]

Basically, since they aren't in the scene they were somewhere else, clearly. My ask is what do you think they were up to? :)

OHHHH, a headcanon post! I kinda figured, my bad lol! I really gotta make a format for people to send in for these lol!

- Me personally on the fourth of july I think the gangs parents get together for a cookout or somethin since in my previous headcanon I’ve made the gang into childhood friends!

- I think they’d all go to Henry’s house because come hell or high water there’s no god damn way Butch is letting someone else grill those shitty hotdogs and burgers

- We have Patrick chasing henry around the yard with either those pop thingies that snap when they hit the ground or firecrackers

- Belch absolutely demolishing 7 hotdogs and Victor holding his and Belch’s sparklers in his hands

- also Henry’s punk ass cousin Connor is there, god i fucking hate connor..He’s also a victim of the fire crackers and pop thingies except he’s slower than henry so he actually got hit lmfao

- Butch is definitely getting drunk off his ass as per usual when he’s off grill duty, Patrick and Vic’s dad probably join him to yell at some type of ball sport and the wives get to gossip about whatever’s going on in Derry currently!

This set of headcanons was pretty fun to imagine ngl lol! I’ll have that format for headcanons asks soon! For now, with headcanons just specify it’s a headcanon ask lol

[lady-targaryens-world]

Chapter 1: Return to Derry

English is not my first Language!

Pairing: Patrick Hockstetter

CHAPTERS: 1/?

UPDATES: Slow (very slow)

Fandom: IT

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The bus slowed down as Y/n looked through the window at the familiar streets of Derry. A touch of nostalgia surrounded her as the autumn wind brushed through her hair. The town she hadn't seen for years was now in front of her.

*"Back in Derry."* Y/n sighed, her thoughts swirling like the autumn leaves outside.

As the bus stopped at the edge of town, a mix of excitement and uncertainty washed over her. Her mother had taken her away after her parents' separation. But now she was returning to her father and beloved sister, Beverly.

Stepping off the bus, her gaze fell on the house that once was her home. Beverly stood on the sidewalk, a radiant smile on her face.

*"Y/n! You're finally back!"* Beverly embraced her sister tightly.

*"I've missed you so much, Beverly."* Y/n reciprocated the hug, but her eyes betrayed a deep sadness.

They entered the house together. Beverly's joy was palpable, but the atmosphere inside was tense. Their father sat in the kitchen, engrossed in the newspaper. Y/n felt a pang in her chest as she noticed his cold gaze.

*"Hello, Dad."* Y/n attempted a friendly greeting, but his silence spoke volumes.

Sensing the tension, Beverly tried to lighten the mood. *"Isn't it great that Y/n is back?"* she said with an encouraging smile.

While Beverly warmly welcomed her sister's return, Y/n‘s resentment toward her father hung heavy in the air.

Their father didn't even lift his gaze from the newspaper. The chill in his silence was like an icy shadow over the room.

*"Well, we'll see."* Y/n tried to conceal her uncertainty, but the silence seemed louder than any conversation.

Beverly led her sister to her old room, now a mix of memories and forgotten items. The creaking of the door and the sight of the familiar space brought Y/n back in thought.

*"You can settle in here. It's still the way you left it."* Beverly tried to dispel the melancholy in the air.

*"Thank you, Beverly. You're still the best."* Y/n forced a smile, but the pain of her absence permeated the room.

The next hour passed in an uncomfortable silence as they tried to bridge the past.

*"I'm going into town to run some errands."* Beverly eventually broke the silence. *"We can talk later."*

After Beverly left, Y/n looked at her father, who was still engrossed in his newspaper. The room seemed to shrink as the unspoken conflict between father and daughter cast heavy shadows.

*"Why did you come back?"* her father suddenly said, without lifting his gaze.

*“Mother said it was time.“ * she felt her voice tremble.“*

*"It wasn't my decision to let you go. It was hers."* His words were icy, and her heart sank.

*"You've never treated Mother, me, and Beverly well. That's why Mother left you."* her voice cut through the tension in the room as she accused her father.

He glared at her angrily, but before he could respond, the door opened, and Beverly entered, holding a bag from shopping. She seemed To feel unwell and tried to go to her room.

*"Whatcha got there?“* Her father went to Beverly, asking about the contents of the bag.

*"Just some things."* Beverly replied briefly.

*"Like what?"* he persisted. He took the bag from her, looked inside, and noticed the tampons she had purchased. He glanced back with a subtle grin, gently touching her cheek. Y/n observed the strange and inappropriate gesture as Beverly tensed up and flinched slightly. He then smelled her hair, took hold of her ponytail, and uttered, *"Tell me you're still my little girl."* Beverly's response was a resigned *"Yes, Daddy."* With that answer, he appeared satisfied and released her.

Beverly reacted by quickly retreating to her room. Her sister, who had witnessed the entire bizarre scene, found the interaction between father and daughter peculiar.

He gave Y/n a final glance and returned to his previous activity. She understood that the previous discussion they had was closed for him.

After Beverly disappeared into her Room, Y/n went to her room with mixed feelings. The argument and the bizarre encounter between her father and Beverly had turned the first day of her return into an unexpected drama.

The house, once a safe haven, now seemed permeated with unspoken words and hurt feelings. The first day of her return held more conflicts than she had expected, indicating that the challenges in Derry had only just begun.

[shifting4fun]

am i or am i not maybe sorta gonna drop a patrick hockstetter x goth!reader?🤭

[liv45no]

*on a nature hike*

Mike: it’s beautiful out here

Bill: and quiet

Eddie: too quiet

Beverly: did we lose someone?

*cut to Richie trying to befriend a bear*

[jinglejails]

That feelin' when a clown ate your little brother.

[bagerfluff]

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” 

[beverlymarsh33]

The scene where all the kids beat the absolute shit out of Pennywise at the end of It chptr 1 was genuinely so funny. Like, they weren’t even scared anymore, they were just PISSED.

[justanotherloser-butinagayway]

stan, at the police station: i’m here for richie, bill, and bev.

the officer: surenames?

stan:

stan: ah, you must be new...

[canislupus-exe]

In Your Corner | bill denbrough

>>gif credit to @/beenchillin on tumblr<<

fandom | IT: Chapter One

character | Bill Denbrough

reader | (disabled) he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | cursing, ableism

word count | 1,131

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi! Could I request a Bill Denbrough x disabled!reader? Where Richie compares (y/n) to a bike and tries to ride their wheelchair while (y/n) is still in it- and bill tells him to fuck off? I just think bill would understand 🥺💕

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You hummed quietly as you pushed against the wheels of your chair. Approaching your best friend’s driveway was the only way you could hang out with him, seeing how inaccessible his front door was. If you thought too hard about it, it didn’t give you the best feeling in the world, so you tried not to.

You saw him sitting on the floor, sketching in his notebook somewhat mindlessly. Upon hearing your quiet hum, he flipped a few pages ahead to a blank one. Looking up at you, he squinted from the sun shining in his eyes but smiled.

“H-Hi (Y/n). You’re the f-first to get here so we can wait for everyone else.” He said, standing up and moving to the couch his dad had put in the garage a few months ago. He realized how much more inclined he was to hang out there now that he was friends with you.

His parents were lovely, but he started to pick up on the sudden stiffness and overall negative feelings you had when they said certain things. About how they were sorry and glad Bill was so kind, which he was. It was one of his greatest qualities, but it was as if they only thought he was your friend because he was so kind.

“That’s alright. What were you drawing?”  You asked casually, backing your chair into the space of the wall that was just the right fit. You remembered when he moved aside a table so he could sit next to you. It was one of the moments that made you feel your heartbeat in your stomach, as he so often did.

“Oh, n-n-nothing. Just practicing shape l-language for objects.” He replied, sitting on the cushions in a way that made it easier to look at you. 

“Really? What are you trying to learn to draw?” You asked. He shrugged.

“Nothing in p-p-particular. I just think it’s a g-good skill to have.” He replies, closing his sketchbook and setting it aside. You smile and nod.

“Do you know when the other Losers plan on joining us?” You asked leaning on the arm of your chair.

“Right now.” A voice called from behind. You looked over your shoulder to the garage entrance, watching Richie, Eddie, and Stan enter. You smiled and waved, which only Stan returned. 

“What are we doing here? You never told us.” Eddie says, sitting on the far end of the couch. You were never sure why, but he always seemed much more tense. You could come up with a few reasons, but they weren’t good ones, and you hoped those weren’t the case.

“J-J-Just a movie night. I made popcorn and st-ocked the drinks.” Bill replied. You begin to self-propel toward the fridge in the far left corner of the room. You looked inside, seeing mostly cokes and water. You opted for the latter.

“Plus, if we run out, we can hop on (Y/n)’s wheelchair. He’s basically a bike.” Richie says with a snicker, placing both his feet on the back of your chair and causing you to become unsteady. You yelp in surprise, immediately swatting him off. You turn your chair to face him, a look of panic on your face.

“What the fuck Richie?” You shout. He raises his eyebrows.

“What?” He asks, lacking a single modicum of self-awareness. You’re so flustered and upset that you find it difficult to articulate your feelings. Bill stands up from the couch, stepping between Richie and yourself.

“Y-You can’t say shit like that Richie!” Bill exclaims, his ears turning red from anger as they always did.

“Why are you guys freaking out?” He asks, raising his arms in exasperation.

“C-Comparing (Y/n) to a bike? You don’t get why that’s f-f-f-fu-fucked up!?” He shouts, finding it harder to speak due to his anger.

“No? It was a good thing. Bikes are cool and he’d be helping us to the store.” He replied. 

“It’s fine Bill. Don’t worry about it…” You mumble, trying to maneuver around him.

“N-no (Y/n) I am w-worried about it,” Bill says, turning to look at you. There was a look in his eyes that made you feel warm and safe. 

“He said don’t worry about it so I think-“

“Fuck off Richie!” Bill yells as he whips his head around to stare at him, not a stutter in his voice. Richie backs away with his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever dude.” He mumbles, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.

You were thankful Bill was so quick to defend you, but the confrontation still made you uneasy and guilty. You wheeled your chair out of the garage and onto the driveway, stopping when you heard Bill coming after you.

“Where are you g-going? Are you ok-kay?” He asks, walking by your side. You sigh and stop wheeling yourself forward. You say nothing at first trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. Bill walks in front of you, so he can see you while you talk, a simple gesture but something so thoughtful.

“You’re the only one who treats me… Well, normal… Richie always has something to say, Eddie avoids me like he’s going to catch something and I just… I hate it.” You mutter, folding your hands in your lap. Bill sighs as he crosses his arms.

“I w-wish there was more I could do. I t-t-tell Richie all the time to quit his shit but he-“

“It’s not you Bill. You do more than enough. Sometimes it feels like you’re the only person I have in my corner.” You say, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiles, his eyes holding that same shine that made you feel so warm and safe.

“Y-You know, that’s exactly how I feel.” He replies. You tilt your head in confusion. Bill rubs his neck bashfully before shrugging. 

“You’re the only one who ever t-tells them to stop making fun of my s-st-stutter. Sometimes it feels like y-you’re the only one in my c-corner.” He replies. You smile, a warm glow rushing to your cheeks.

“We can be in each other’s corner.” You reply, giddily grabbing his hand. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve done before pulling back.

“S-Sorry I was just-”

“No! It’s okay!” He grabs your hand again, this time intertwining your fingers. “I l-like being in each other's corner.” 

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He chuckles and locks his pinky around yours.

“P-Pinky promise.” He replies.

“Now let’s go watch the m-movie. If Richie says anything else I’ll j-just kick him out.”

“Since when are you Mr. tough guy?” You ask with a giggle.

“S-Since I had to be in someone’s corner. I-it’s a tough job you know.”

[muschiettistrashmouth]

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:

THE DIVIDERS ARE FROM CAFEKITSUNE

[werrrrrd]

✴️🌀JAEDEN MARTELL X READER🌀✴️

WARNINGS: underage drinking and smoking weed, other couple grinding, talk of sex, y/n is a senior, Jaeden is a year older,

werrrdd

I rewrote the ending cuz I didn't know what to do with where it was going. so ANEYYWAYYYS here you go!!

Dear God, he's so hot.

Jaeden stood on the other side of the kitchen, leaning casually on the counter. He was wearing jeans that looked unbelievably good on him and a collared shirt that was not all the way done up. His hair messy and yet so so perfect. In his hand was a solo cup that he took occasional sips from. He took even more occasional glances at me. Just infrequent enough that they weren't unusual and I couldn't feed my delusions of him wanting me just as badly as I wanted him.

The party was going on for maybe a little too long. I had only come because Jaeden was here honestly, I liked parties sure but not all that much.

He and my brother came to catch up with some of the people Jack knew from highschool the year before. Mostly because he wanted to brag about his life as an actor and because they had nothing better to do than go to highschool parties. I chuckled at Jack where he sat on the dinner table in the other room. Of course everyone was entranced at the story he was telling about meeting famous actors and actresses and all the glamour and fame.

Earlier that day when I had got home from school they had been talking about it

"anyways, Mellisa invited us to a party tonight, she said lots of people would be coming so it'll be pretty casual. There'll be drinks and.... I don't know what else." Jack went to get them both a soda.

I snuck behind Jack and reached to grab a root beer from the fridge before he closed it.

"oh, hey y/n" Jack said noticing me.

"hey Jack, hey Jaeden." I said trying to act cool but my eyes quickly did a once over of the boy I had known since I was in middle school. And I thought he was cute then! In the years since, Jaeden had only gotten hotter and hotter. How could I not like him? he was so so fine, he was nice, and he also didn't give a shit about me.

"hey," he said without much reaction other than a quick glance at me. Even still, my stomach did a back flip.

I walked up next to him to get a glass from the cupboard and hoped I wasn't imagining it when I thought I saw his eyes follow me in my peripheral. I poured the root beer in the cup with some ice and turned to face Jack as he spoke to me.

"Did you hear about the party?" He asked

"yeah," I said "Hannah says shes gonna be there." I said grinning teasingly at my brother. This was his hallway crush who he was a little bit obsessed with back in the day, She was also a school friend of mine since we were sophomores.

Jacks cheeks lit up and he widened his eyes. He came over and swatted my arm as I laughed at him

"do you still like her!?" I asked "what has it been? a year since you've even seen her??"

I heard Jaeden chuckle and gave myself a high-five for making him laugh but didn't dare look over at him.

"let me know if you guys go and I might tag along." I said as I backed up out of the kitchen with Jack shooing me out. I directed it to Jaeden who nodded softly at me with a slight smile that I supressed a reaction to. Jack added a "yeah yeah" still blushing slightly about the possibility of seeing his little crush.

Now we were here and I watched as Jaeden spoke to Melissa, the girl hosting the party. Her hair was red and long and her eyes were big and covered in naturally thick black lashes that defied all the rules of being a ginger. He smiled down at her as she complimented him on who knows what.

I shuffled in my spot and glanced around the rest of the house not really sure what to do. I face palmed for spending all my time worrying about Jaeden instead of just enjoying the party. I sipped my own cup before leaving the kitchen to go talk to Hannah who was dancing in the living room. Unfortunatley I could still see Jaeden from the kitchen because of the open floor plan.

"y/n!" Hannah spotted me making my way towards her

"hey!" I shouted slightly over the music as I reached her. "I'm happy to see you!"

She gave me an appreciative smile and said the same.

I nodded my head to the beat and danced a little as the lights shined around. Hannah was very into it and started singing. I laughed and sang along with her smiling and happy to get my mind off of my stupid, five year long crush who was in just in the room over.

But of course my mind was still partially on him.

When I glanced over I saw Melissa fiddling with the collar of his shirt and leaning on him slightly. That's not what surprised me though. what surprised me was how he was looking at me. I looked away blushing. It was just a coincidence, I told myself. But when I got the courage to check again, his eyes were still following my movements. I kept dancing and held the contact for what felt like forever. Soon he looked back down at Melissa who had reclaimed his attention and he smiled again softly at whatever she was saying

I sighed before taking another gulp of my drink and looking back at Hannah. She laughed as she looked at me and pulled me out of the crowd and inconveniently, back towards the kitchen.

"tell me about life y/n!" she said once we got somewhere we could hear each other a little bit more clearly. "I feel like we only ever talk about school"

"Oh, um haha!" I said scratching my neck slightly "well there isn't much to tell, to be honest. My parents are out of town for the week at a company trip for my moms job so I've just been staying up late every night, Jacks back home for the next little while so I've been kind of avoiding him." I laughed

"jacks in town?" she asked surprised. I smiled at her. I had a hunch that maybe she liked Jack too. I wouldn't tell Jack this because I personally thought that Hannah was too good for him. Jack could be a dick sometimes. He had one heck of an ego. But for Hannah, I would help them out.

"Yeah, let me call him over," I said

"oh you don't have to do that," she said shyly. I shook my head at her chuckling

"Jack! over here!" I called to Jack who was just a little ways away still talking to the people at the table who were all absolutely hammered and still drinking. He looked at me annoyed before he saw Hannah next to me and jumped out of his seat, ditching the group he had just been chatting with.

"oh hey Hannah!" He came over rushedly and reached out to hug her.

"how are you Jack?" she hugged him back. I smiled at the two as they blushed at each other. I took a moment to look over at jaeden again because I just couldn't help myself. My smile fell slightly as I noticed how they had gotten significantly closer. I shook myself out of it and tapped Jack to see if he had any weed.

"Jack"

"sh shhh" he swatted me away as he tried to focus on what Hannah was saying to him

"I just want a joint!" I said, he swatted me away some more but after more pestering he reached into his shirt pocket and fished out a homemade joint before shooing me away again without even taking his eyes off Hannah.

I grumbled at him as I searched his coat pockets for a lighter. Once I found one I took one last glance at jaeden. before even registering that he was looking back at me I left the room and went for the back door lighting the joint on the way.

The backyard was pretty big and the Christmas lights were still up despite it being mid January twinkling blue and purple. I took a couple drags as I walked over to a rusty swing set next to the covered pool. On the other side of the pool, a hot tub steamed up as a couple made out. Their clothes were flung in a pile beside them. I was far enough away that It wasn't uncomfortable or awkward. Other than them the yard was empty. It was too cold for drunk teenagers to want to go outside and clearly the hot tub was occupied.

The cold made my ears, cheeks and nose go cold and likely red. I pulled my large jean jacket that was layered over a hoodie and another long sleeve underneath a little tighter around me, although I didn't actually feel too cold, the alcohol in my tummy acting as a sort of inner warmth. I put my palm under my chin and rested it on my knees holding the joint up to my mouth again.

I sighed. Not sure exactly what was getting me down. I knew that Jaeden didn't like me, I had known this for years and yet I really badly wanted him to want me back. God there was just something about him that was making my skin shiver and I knew it wasn't the cold. I just didn't want to seem desperate. I was afraid that if I was too obvious he would get uncomfortable but if I wasn't obvious enough, on the very rare chance that he did like me, he wouldn't know that I liked him too.

The swing creaked gently as I processed my thoughts. I sat up and swung slightly back and forth and kicked the worn grass underneath the swing. When I looked back up someone was closing the back door from the outside.

Once he turned around I recognized it was Jaeden and stopped swinging as I watched him look around the backyard until he spotted me. He walked over to me and my lips parted ever so slightly as I watched him walk over looking just too good to be true. The weed had calmed me down quite a bit and I didn't feel too nervous. But it only amplified my attraction to him. My eyes scanned over him as he reached me.

"hey," he said softly as he came to stand in front of me. I swallowed and brought my eyes back to his face that was looking just ethereal in this lighting. I reached up and handed him the joint after taking a quick puff.

"thanks" he said. he took a quick drag before shivering "its cold." he shoved a hand in his pockets and straightened his elbow while exhaling, the smoke mixing with his breath in the frigid air. He wasn't wearing a coat, I'm sure he wasn't expecting to be going outside except for to get in and out of the house. He only had his short sleeve shirt that didn't do much to protect him from the low temperature.

"it is," I nodded. I slipped off the jean jacket from my arms and handed it to him. My hands weren't even shaking which they always seemed to do when I was around him.

He looked at my arm outstretched and my coat grasped in my hand, a look on his face. I couldn't tell if it was a good expression or a bad one. My offering stayed waiting for his acceptance.

"it should fit... what are you waiting for? its losing heat." I wagged the jacket around to get my point across

He looked into my eyes and chuckled quietly before taking it from me. I watched the way his eyes crinkled almost smiling myself. He handed me back the blunt before he slipped it onto his shoulders. I could practically feel my pupils dilate. He looked so so good. I felt like I was drooling and my eyes had turned into hearts.

He cleared his throat and I looked away quickly before he thought it was creepy.

"its good, thanks." he said tugging on the coat and putting his hands in the pockets. He pulled out Jacks lighter, turning it in his fingers fiddling gently before putting it back into the pocket.

"sure," I spoke. I felt the nervousness return slightly so I took another drag and blew it out to the side so it wouldn't end up in Jaedens face. My head looked down at his feet where he was scuffing the dirt with his old green sneakers that I loved so much.

I could feel his eyes on me and I felt even warmer now even without my coat. The silence was getting awkward but it was interrupted by soft (but not soft enough) moaning coming from the hot tub across the yard. The couple had progressed to, what (I hoped) was just grinding in the hot water and were too drunk to care too much about being in public.

"gross," Jaeden said laughing slightly.

"yeah..." I smiled at him.

"do you want to go somewhere else?" he asked me, raising his eyebrows softly with a... hopeful(?)... look on his face. My heart fluttered. I figured he had just come out for a moment to check on me. He was nice like that, making sure everyone was ok. I honestly expected him to turn down my coat with the excuse that he was going back into the party after he made sure I was alright. Melissa was probably there waiting for him. But no. He wanted to hang out with me. He wasn't planning on going back inside any time soon

I nodded, my throat closing up, unable to give him an answer with words. He smiled one of those perfect smiles and held out his hand to help me off of the swing. I swallowed again, taking my hand off of the freezing chains and putting it in his. His hand was so warm that it felt like it was burning mine as I stood.

"Jesus y/n, your hands are freezing," he said pulling my hand into both of his hot ones. "are you sure you don't need this coat?" he asked as he rubbed my hand in between his and looked into my eyes. We were pretty close and I fought to catch my breath as the lights sparkled in his eyes.

"I feel warm." I said. The words came out in such a love sick whisper that I widened my eyes at how insane I sounded. Jaeden didn't seem to notice as he grabbed my other hand where it hung by my side and brought them to his lips. My heart hammered in my chest as he took the joint and put it the corner of his mouth. It had mostly been forgotten by me but hadn't burned out yet. He blew hot air onto my hands while keeping the joint balanced in between his lips. I felt suddenly sort of light headed looking at his lips.

My eyes fluttered to the ground while he warmed my hands in his.

"you done?" he asked me.

"huh?" I asked snapping out of my trance. He held up the dying off joint and I let my hands fall back to my sides. They tingled after his touch and his breath on them but I ignored it as I nodded at him. He took a final puff before bending down to put it out on his shoe.

"no stop!" I grabbed his arm and crouched down to take the joint from his hand.

"what?" he asked.

"I like those shoes, you're gonna ruin em'. "

He laughed at me while I walked to the cement next to the pool to put it out.

"what? these shoes are like 5 years old!" he said following me with his hands in the pockets of my jacket. "they're falling apart!"

"theyre nice!" I defended "well loved."

"sure," he laughed again "they need to be thrown away."

"no don't!" I said. We began walking around the house.

"are you serious?" he asked as he opened the gate to the front yard.

"yes!" I said laughing. "those were the shoes you were wearing when we first met!" I waited as he closed the door of the gate behind us. I didn't realize how romantic that statement was until he paused while his back was turned towards me.

"you remember what shoes I was wearing when we met?" he turned towards me walking in pace again. It was too dark here to see his face but I wish I could.

"uh... well I guess I just liked the color then and after that you wore them often so I just remembered which ones they were," I explained.

"they were massive on me then, that's the only reason they still fit," he laughed and looked over at me as we got to the sidewalk. "but if you like them then I guess Ill keep them a little longer." he said smiling making my heart jump again.

"do you wanna go for a walk or something?" he asked.

Oh yes I did, I really really did.

Jack flashed in my mind and I didn't want him to be worried if he went looking for us. I checked my phone and the time was only 11:26. he should still be occupied with Hannah, and he could call either of us if he needed to.

"yeah that sounds nice." I said making Jaeden smile.

We started walking up the street, the music from the party getting quieter and quieter.

"so, hows highschool? senior year, that's a good one. at least I thought so." he asked

I laughed "small talk?" I questioned. He laughed back and nodded.

"I want to know!" He reasoned. I smiled and looked at the sidewalk in front of us. I really had thought that he didn't care about me. That he was indifferent. And yet here he is asking me about life, smoking with me, taking me for a walk instead of enjoying the party like he should be.

"well, since you want to know so bad..." I teased making him smile "its pretty fun I guess. Once college applications are in you have a lot of time to hang out with people." I said "that's been nice."

"what else?" he asked

"what else??" I returned "are you looking for something in specific?"

"well I'm sure that you are turning guys down left and right? or are you enjoying them all at the same time?" he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"what!?" I laughed, more like scoffed.

"come on y/n! I know that the guys like you!" he said

"I wouldn't say so, no!" I said laughing. sure, guys liked me but not more than any other pretty girl.

AN: YOU ARE SO HOT! THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!!!! AND DON'T YOU DARE FORGET IT!!!!

Nothing mentionable had happened with anyone for the last forever and I just didn't find myself having serious crushes all that much. I'm not going to lie, I hadn't liked anyone like I liked Jaeden ever in my life. And Its not like I was turning down other guys for him, its just I didn't find anyone attractive like I did him so any time a guy went for me I didn't feel all that invested in the relationship and things would end before they even really started.

Jaeden peeked at me disbelievingly and shook his head.

"I dont believe you" he smiled

I laughed again before he continued "ok well is there anyone that you like? boys? girls? others?" he grinned

"ah, always so inclusive Jaeden." I laughed. he laughed back and gave me an approving look.

"of course!" he said. "so....?"

I laughed before trying to think of the words to say.

"um..." I started. I was not about to confess to him. As well as this night was going and how badly I wanted him to be mine, I didn't have the guts to tell him.

"there's someone, but I don't think its going anywhere." I pursed my lips and looked at him.

There was a glint in his eye that confused me. His expression wasn't positive or negative, just nuetral and impressively hard to read.

"i doubt it." he said "you could have anyone you wanted y/n,"

my heart fluttered and I laughed shyly.

"not true" I countered.

"is too." he replied without even looking at me. I watched him exasperatedly and slightly confused while we got further down the block. I huffed and chuckled slightly.

"well ok, what about you then." I asked. I didn't really want to know if he liked someone but I was eager to switch the topic of conversation away from me.

"what about me?" he asked still looking in front of us

"do you like anyone? she? he? they?"

He laughed.

"how about melissa? shes cute, she likes you." I said swallowing my jealousy so that we could continue having a good time.

"ha! no," he said looking down at the ground "no, not Melissa. She's sweet though."

"well why not?"

"I don't know, I think I just have something else in mind when I think of the kind of girl I want" he said still not looking at me. The walk turned just slightly quicker paced compared to the slow stroll it previously was. I was slightly relieved that he didn't like Melissa. But then again, if his type wasn't Melissa, one of the prettiest girls I knew, he must have incredibly high standards. Although I had a certain beauty to me, I doubted my kind of beauty would be preferred over Melissa's very conventional and traditional beauty.

"like what? what kind of girl do you want?" I leaned forward trying to catch his eye.

"Jesus y/n! you're really grilling me here!" he laughed finally looking over

"well you started it!" I smiled back.

he groaned and covered his face with his hands but was still smiling, notifying me that he was still enjoying his time with me and I hadn't overstepped.

"I don't know, " he said. Now he was the one smiling shyly.

"hmm... Well, I hope you find her.. whatever shes like," I said looking forward again. It was probably for the best that I didn't know what he was looking for in a girl. I didn't want to get trapped in trying to make myself someone I'm not just for a boy, even if that boy was Jaeden.

Jaeden was quiet, I thought maybe he was looking at me but I didn't want to check and get caught so I just kept looking forward. We kept walking in silence for a few more seconds before coming to a small plaza. We both found ourselves walking towards the tiny fountain that seemed out of place in the little park. Yellow lights shone from under the water that got brighter as we approached.

We stopped to look inside, I smiled seeing coins people had made wishes on.

"look, wishes!"

"hold on," Jaeden said reaching into his pant pockets, sticking out his tongue in concentration. He searched around before pulling out his hand and opening it. He picked out a dime and a nickel and offered me the coins.

"well that's convenient! you came so prepared" I said

"Im always prepared to make a wish," he smiled as I took a coin from him. I turned towards the fountain thinking of a wish to make. I didn't really believe in wishes, but this felt like a special moment.

I finally came to a decision and flipped the coin off my thumb and into the water. Jaeden promptly did the same and we looked at each other briefly before laughing lightly at ourselves. His smile crinkled his eyes just right.

The weed hadn't worn off and I still didn't feel too much nerves, yet I was speechless at how gorgeous he looked in this lighting. I stared at him more intensely than I had ever let myself. His rosy cheeks, his dark eyebrows, his chin, his perfect lips that always looked like they were puckered ever so slightly. Oh, how I wanted to touch him. I just wanted to feel the shape of his face, drag my finger against his cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose. And then kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.

My daydream went on a little longer than I had meant to let it and I noticed I was staring. But so was he. I let out a breath as I glanced away blushing and noticed a bench just a little ways away.

"want to sit?" I spoke quietly without looking at him. Without waiting for an answer I started walking towards the bench and heard him follow. I only got half way there before I felt Jaedens hand on my shoulder, turning me around.

I turned around confused as he placed his hands carefully on my face and pulled me gently to him, his head crouched to my height. His eyes flitted from my lips to my eyes which were wide with shock. He breathed out a soft laugh, eyes sparkling at me, those smile lines taking my breath away.

Then he kissed me. Slowly and softly. My eyelids fluttered shut in bliss. His lips were so warm and hands slid over my ears and secured themselves there so he could deepen the kiss. My hands went to my jean jacket that he was wearing, I pulled him in tugging on the sides. We moved slowly but not out of fear. It was calm and the only thing I could think was how perfect this felt. How perfect he felt kissing me.

He pulled away after a couple seconds and his hands slid down to rest on my jaw, keeping my head tilted and my eyes on him. He smiled the most beautiful smile and I could only look at him with adoration.

"what was that?" I breathed out

"I got tired of waiting for you to do it," He said making me blush.

"what do you mean?" I asked quietly but slightly defensively.

"oh come on y/n, you're not exactly subtle." he laughed

My eyes widened "so you did know!" I let go of the jacket and stepped back slightly bothered.

"yes," he rolled his eyes stepping closer to me again "I just couldn't wait any longer for something to happen."

"I thought that you... I didn't think that you- that you liked me back. I thought-"

"I do, I like you a lot actually."

"why didn't you give me any signs?" I threw my hands up slightly frustrated that I hadn't known this earlier.

He laughed and looked away a little guilty.

"I didn't know if the timing was right, I didn't know if you were ready for something. I just...I don't want to mess this up." he said getting close to me again his hands going to my hips making me squirm inwardly

"And well... maybe I kind of liked seeing you flustered." he scrunched his face up. "But then I got impatient and I couldn't wait for you to make a move any longer so I just... well I just kissed you."

I let out a breath and looked down at my feet shaking my head. He really had made me suffer but I couldn't find it in me to be annoyed at him. I was too happy about this to feel bad at all. I took his warm hands from my hips and held them in my cold ones.

"thank God you did. I don't know if I ever would have built up the courage" I looked at him.

Finally I saw it, the affection in his eyes. Had it always been there? Had I just not noticed it or maybe I had but I told myself it was nothing. It didn't matter anymore, because it was there, and now I could see it.

I reached up and pulled his face down to meet my lips again. My fingers going into his hair and he let out a soft sigh and kissed me back without a single bit of hesitance in him.

I pulled away after a moment. We smiled at each other and our breaths mixed in the frigid air.

God, he's so perfect. 

[stephstars08]

On-Screen Kiss

Jonathan Brandis x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, A tiny bit of Angst but mostly Fluff, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Don’t think I forgot any!!)

Summary: Y/N is an actress and one of the main characters on a TV show called SeaQuest. Her best friend is her co-star Jonathan who she also has a secret crush on. When her character is to kiss Jonathan’s character she can’t help but get really nervous about it even though her older sister tells her it will all be fine.

Word Count: 1,542

Author’s Note: BIG NOTE! WHEN THE FONT GOES INTO ITALIC, THAT’S WHEN YOU AND JONATHAN ARE FILMING THE KISSING SCENE!

Y/N plays Melanie Westphalen on a TV show called SeaQuest. She’s been on the show since the first season. She plays a teenage intern nurse, and the daughter of another character named Dr. Kristen Westphalen. When the show got picked up for season two Y/N agreed to return even though the actress that plays her mom wasn’t set to return. Y/N is close with all of her co-stars, but she has to be the closest with Jonathan who plays Lucas Wolenczak. They are both the same age and are younger than the cast so that’s why they clicked so easily.

When Y/N returned on set for the first day back she learned that her character and Jonathan’s will be love interests for season two. A lot of viewers really wanted them to be become a couple in season two, so the writers did it. Y/N was doing fine with the storyline till she got the script for the next episode they will be filming. The episode ends with Y/N’s character kissing Jonathan’s character.

The reason why Y/N is so nervous is because she has an enormous crush on her blue-eyed co-star. The only person that knows about her crush on her best friend is her older sister, Kira. Kira has been trying to get Y/N to just tell Jonathan about her feelings, but Y/N is too scared to.

What if she tells him and he rejects her, and things become awkward between them? That’s another reason why she’s nervous about the on-screen kiss. She doesn’t want things to become awkward between her and her only best friend.

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Today was the day of the on-screen kiss and Y/N’s nerves were pacing all through her body. She was in her trailer with big sister there for emotional support. “I don’t know if I can do this, Kira.” Y/N told her with nothing but nervousness in her tone. “Y/N, it’s just your nerves talking. It’s all going to go fine.” Kira reassured her. “Like the director told you, it’s just going to be one take.” Kira added but she could still the nervousness in her sister’s Y/E/C eyes.

Kira took both of Y/N’s hands in hers. “Y/N, you are living out your dream job. You’ve been dreaming of becoming a big actress ever since you were ten years old. You were born for this role, and you can’t let one scene scare you off.” Kira told her in a stern tone. “Everyone knows you can do this. You just got to tell yourself that you can do it.” Kira added giving Y/N a comforting smile.

A knock was heard on the door of the trailer. “Y/N, you’re needed on set.” She heard one of the crew members tell her. “I’ll be right out.” Y/N called out to the crew member. “I’ll be right here if you need me and if you feel like your nerves are taking over just repeat what I just told you in your head.” Kira told her. “Okay?” Kira asked which earned her a nod from Y/N. “Okay.” Y/N told her. She let go of Kira’s hands and made her way out the trailer.

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“Okay everyone on their marks.” The director called out. “And…Action!” The director called out.

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Melanie was sitting on her bed in her room with some tears rolling down her cheeks. She let out a heavy sigh when she heard a knock on her door. “Go away! I don’t want to talk!” Melanie called out to whoever knocked on the door. “Mel, it’s me. Lucas.” She heard his soft voice say from the other side of the door. Melanie wiped away her tears as she stood up onto her feet. She walked over to the door and opened it to see Lucas standing there with a concern look on his face.

“Lucas, I’m fine.” Melanie told him with an obvious lie. “Really? Because I can see it in your eyes that you’re not fine.” Lucas said noticing the tears that filled her eyes. “Just go away.” Melanie told him turning away from him. Lucas let out a sigh as he walked into the room and shutting the door.

“How could I be so stupid.” Melanie hissed out as tears made their way down her cheeks again. “He’s the stupid one, not you.” Lucas told her. “He’s the one that cheated on a smart and beautiful girl.” Lucas added which took Melanie by surprise. Melanie turned around and looked at him with a surprised look in eyes. “You think I’m beautiful?” Melanie asked him. “To me you are.” Lucas said as he walked closer towards her.

“He doesn’t deserve your love. You deserve to be with someone that treats you like you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world.” Lucas told her with a soft smile on his face. Melanie stared up into his eyes. As Lucas stared back into her eyes, he put one of his hands onto one of her cheeks. “May I?” Lucas asked her. Melanie gave him a nod. Lucas leaned in and connected his lips with hers. Theirs lips moved perfectly in sync with one another’s.

When they pulled away from the thirty seconds kiss, they stared at each other with love and comfort in their eyes. “I’m still stupid.” Melanie told him. “What? Why?” Lucas asked her with confusion in his voice. “Because.” Melanie started as she took his hand off her cheek and held onto it. “My dream boy was in front of me the whole time and I was so stupid that I didn’t see it earlier.” Melanie told him as her lips turned up into a smile. Lucas returned the smile as he gave her hand a light squeeze.

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“And cut!” The director called out. “Good job Y/N and Jonathan. Go and take fifteen minutes.” The director told them.

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After the kissing scene Y/N avoided Jonathan off screen. Yes, the kissing scene went perfectly fine but for some odd reason Y/N just couldn’t face Jonathan by herself.

Jonathan noticed the distance going on between him and Y/N and it quickly worried him. After he shot his last scene of the day he went to Y/N’s trailer to talk to her, but he got no answer, so he figured she had already left for the day. He decided to just talk to her first thing tomorrow when he arrives on set.

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It was the next day and Y/N had just got to the set. She was sitting in her trailer going over her lines when she heard a knock on the trailer door. “Who is it?” Y/N called out as she flipped the page of her script. “It’s Jonathan.” She heard his voice say which made her go into shock. She didn’t realize she was into shock till Jonathan called out her name after not responding back to him. “Y/N, you alright?” She heard him ask. She could hear the concern in his voice.

Y/N put her script down onto the small table. She stood up and walked over to the door, opening it. “What are you doing her?” Y/N asked him. “I wanted to know why you were avoiding me yesterday.” Jonathan told her which made her nerves start to pace just like they did yesterday. “I can’t tell you, okay!” Y/N said with frustration in her voice as she turned away from him.

Jonathan walked into the trailer and shut the door behind him. “Y/N, it’s just me. You can tell me anything.” Jonathan told her in reassurance. Y/N just stayed silent. “Does this have to do with our kissing scene from yesterday?” Jonathan asked her which made her let out a sigh. “I was just really nervous about it.” Y/N told him still not looking at him. “Why were you nervous?” Jonathan asked her. “Because I have feeling for you.” Y/N finally confessed to him as she turned around to face him. “You do? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jonathan asked her as he looked at her with a surprised look in his ocean blue eyes. “Because I didn’t want things to become awkward between us and ruin our friendship.” Y/N said as she avoided looking into his eyes. “Well, I can reassure you that neither of those things will happen.” Jonathan reassured her which made her look at him. “It won’t?” Y/N asked him a soft voice. Jonathan shook his head no.

“I have feelings for you, too.” Jonathan confessed with a soft smile. Once he said he feels the same away about her, Y/N felt her nerves finally settle back down. “Wow, I guess my sister was right. I really did have nothing to worry about.” Y/N said with a small giggle trying to hide her embarrassment. Jonathan took one of her hands into his’s.

They started to lean in but before their lips could touch there was a knock on the door interrupting their moment. “Y/N, you are needed on set.” A crew member told her. “I’ll be right out!” Y/N called out trying to hide the annoyance in her tone.

“How about we go grab a bite to eat after we’re done filming.” Jonathan suggested to her. “Sound good?” He asked her. “Sounds perfect!” Y/N answered with the biggest smile on her face.

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Richie lifts up his phone to let Spotify play out--outside of Eddie's bedroom window to give Eddie one of those famous rom com consepts and of course "Richie Tozier being one of those cheap skates" an advert plays through before playing the song.

Richie: hang on--it's like 20 minutes left.

Eddie: * leaning out of the window, giving him a deadpan expression--falling Inlove with the idiot all over again.*