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I just know the losers club 4th of July party is wild
Like itâs at Ben and Bevs beach house and every loser is drunk or high (minus Ben, sober king) and they blast stupid American music and just have a good time grilling and dancing and swimming
#feel free to add more I have so many ideas#I would write a one shot but Iâm at a family party#the losers club#it stephen king#richie tozier#stanley uris#eddie kaspbrak#ben hanscom#bill denbrough#beverly marsh#mike hanlon#it chapter one
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I keep thinking about Stan getting a pet parrot, naming him Whisper and how Whisper absolutely hates Bill. Chases him around the house, is constantly nipping at him, and screams anytime he enters the room. In Stanâs eyes Whisper can do no wrong and so heâs always like âWhat did you do to him?!â At Bill and poor Bill is like!!! âNothing! That bird is just the devil!â
Bonus: Whisper loves Richie and Stan hates it bc heâs always teaching the bird to say cuss words.
#I have a one shot of this in my wip#itâs called: Billâs war with a bird#maybe one day Iâll finish it#bill denbrough#stanley uris#stan uris#Richie tozier#Stenbrough#stozier#itâs both#it 2017#it 2019
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On-Screen Kiss
Jonathan Brandis x Actress!Reader
Warnings: Anxiety, A tiny bit of Angst but mostly Fluff, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Donât 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 Jonathanâs character she canât help but get really nervous about it even though her older sister tells her it will all be fine.
Word Count: 1,542
Authorâs Note: BIG NOTE! WHEN THE FONT GOES INTO ITALIC, THATâS WHEN YOU AND JONATHAN ARE FILMING THE KISSING SCENE!
Y/N plays Melanie Westphalen on a TV show called SeaQuest. Sheâs 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 wasnât 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 thatâs why they clicked so easily.
When Y/N returned on set for the first day back she learned that her character and Jonathanâs 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/Nâs character kissing Jonathanâs 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? Thatâs another reason why sheâs nervous about the on-screen kiss. She doesnât 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/Nâs nerves were pacing all through her body. She was in her trailer with big sister there for emotional support. âI donât know if I can do this, Kira.â Y/N told her with nothing but nervousness in her tone. âY/N, itâs just your nerves talking. Itâs all going to go fine.â Kira reassured her. âLike the director told you, itâs just going to be one take.â Kira added but she could still the nervousness in her sisterâs Y/E/C eyes.
Kira took both of Y/Nâs hands in hers. âY/N, you are living out your dream job. Youâve been dreaming of becoming a big actress ever since you were ten years old. You were born for this role, and you canât let one scene scare you off.â Kira told her in a stern tone. âEveryone knows you can do this. You just got to tell yourself that you can do it.â Kira added giving Y/N a comforting smile.
A knock was heard on the door of the trailer. âY/N, youâre needed on set.â She heard one of the crew members tell her. âIâll be right out.â Y/N called out to the crew member. âIâll 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.â Kira told her. âOkay?â Kira asked which earned her a nod from Y/N. âOkay.â Y/N told her. She let go of Kiraâs hands and made her way out the trailer.
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âOkay everyone on their marks.â The director called out. âAndâŚAction!â 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. âGo away! I donât want to talk!â Melanie called out to whoever knocked on the door. âMel, itâs me. Lucas.â 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.
âLucas, Iâm fine.â Melanie told him with an obvious lie. âReally? Because I can see it in your eyes that youâre not fine.â Lucas said noticing the tears that filled her eyes. âJust go away.â Melanie told him turning away from him. Lucas let out a sigh as he walked into the room and shutting the door.
âHow could I be so stupid.â Melanie hissed out as tears made their way down her cheeks again. âHeâs the stupid one, not you.â Lucas told her. âHeâs the one that cheated on a smart and beautiful girl.â Lucas added which took Melanie by surprise. Melanie turned around and looked at him with a surprised look in eyes. âYou think Iâm beautiful?â Melanie asked him. âTo me you are.â Lucas said as he walked closer towards her.
âHe doesnât deserve your love. You deserve to be with someone that treats you like youâre the most beautiful girl in the whole world.â 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. âMay I?â 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 anotherâs.
When they pulled away from the thirty seconds kiss, they stared at each other with love and comfort in their eyes. âIâm still stupid.â Melanie told him. âWhat? Why?â Lucas asked her with confusion in his voice. âBecause.â Melanie started as she took his hand off her cheek and held onto it. âMy dream boy was in front of me the whole time and I was so stupid that I didnât see it earlier.â 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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âAnd cut!â The director called out. âGood job Y/N and Jonathan. Go and take fifteen minutes.â 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 couldnât 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/Nâs 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. âWho is it?â Y/N called out as she flipped the page of her script. âItâs Jonathan.â She heard his voice say which made her go into shock. She didnât realize she was into shock till Jonathan called out her name after not responding back to him. âY/N, you alright?â 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. âWhat are you doing her?â Y/N asked him. âI wanted to know why you were avoiding me yesterday.â Jonathan told her which made her nerves start to pace just like they did yesterday. âI canât tell you, okay!â 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. âY/N, itâs just me. You can tell me anything.â Jonathan told her in reassurance. Y/N just stayed silent. âDoes this have to do with our kissing scene from yesterday?â Jonathan asked her which made her let out a sigh. âI was just really nervous about it.â Y/N told him still not looking at him. âWhy were you nervous?â Jonathan asked her. âBecause I have feeling for you.â Y/N finally confessed to him as she turned around to face him. âYou do? Why didnât you tell me?â Jonathan asked her as he looked at her with a surprised look in his ocean blue eyes. âBecause I didnât want things to become awkward between us and ruin our friendship.â Y/N said as she avoided looking into his eyes. âWell, I can reassure you that neither of those things will happen.â Jonathan reassured her which made her look at him. âIt wonât?â Y/N asked him a soft voice. Jonathan shook his head no.
âI have feelings for you, too.â 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. âWow, I guess my sister was right. I really did have nothing to worry about.â Y/N said with a small giggle trying to hide her embarrassment. Jonathan took one of her hands into hisâs.
They started to lean in but before their lips could touch there was a knock on the door interrupting their moment. âY/N, you are needed on set.â A crew member told her. âIâll be right out!â Y/N called out trying to hide the annoyance in her tone.
âHow about we go grab a bite to eat after weâre done filming.â Jonathan suggested to her. âSound good?â He asked her. âSounds perfect!â Y/N answered with the biggest smile on her face.
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The Bathroom Break (Bill Denbrough IT fanfic)
Like always, it started with a stutter.
âCuh-cuh-cuh-cuh,â William Denbrough, or more accurately; Bill, stuttered violently. âCahhhan I-I go to the buh-bah-bathroom?â
âSure, go,â his teacher said, her fingers finding her temple in annoyance. She was well aware that Bill couldnât control that wicked speech impediment, but that didnât make it any less maddening. Within a breath, Bill had jumped out from his seat and onto his feet. He launched up so aggressively that he slammed his upper legs and hip bones into the edge of his desk. The desk seemed to flinch in return. The resulting squawk the desk's feet made against the floor turned the surrounding giggles and chuckles in the room into all around laughter. Bill looked around the laughing classroom in agonized embarrassment. His classmates were laughing so sporadically and loudly, that one would assume some poor child just let out the most atrocious and fantastical fart known to man in a classroom of thirteen year olds. Bill only wished it was that simple, then he could dispel any mean spirited questions with his own simple answers like, âI couldnât hold it in anymoreâ or âmy mom made beans, itâs not my faultâ, but Bill wasnât so lucky. Now on his feet with his eyes to the floor, face blotchy and red like a rainier cherry, he sped walked -just shy of a jog- towards the classroom door. As soon as he lifted his hand for the handle, Moose Sadler; the reason for Bill's humiliation, spoke out, âbuh-buh-buh-bye b-b-b-b-b-Billy,â in a mock of his stutter.
With that, another wave of laughter came roaring through the classroom. Bill swung the door open and didnât look back. He could only barely hear the teacher trying to quiet the class down and get them back to their studies, but that didnât matter now. Billâs fast pace slowed dramatically once he was in the safety of the hall. He purposely slowed his walk to nearly a crawl, just to extend the time of his little âbathroomâ break. His heart was still beating heavy in his chest, and his flushed face marked him like a sticker of shame placed onto his cheeks, but in the hall he was safe. He was unsure if the shame he felt would ever leave. He hated his stupid, stupid stutter. His mind was consumed by self loathing types of thoughts as he fled into the boys restroom. He didnât actually have to go, he figured his teacher knew, but he walked in there like it would save his life. Despite his teachers' open distaste for his stutter, she likely understood that he loathed it more than anyone else. He is the one who has to live with the damn thing after all. Nevertheless, she likely agreed to let him use the bathroom just to get his pink face and blabbering mouth out of her once calm and quiet classroom.
When the bathroom door clicked shut and the cold air of the bathroom hit Bill's nostrils, he felt like he could finally breathe. He took a moment to just look at that plain tile half-wall before rounding the corner and being met with the full bathroom. The layout of the bathroom was rather simple. Upon walking in there is a short tile wall to act like a privacy curtain. A person would have to take a right turn to really see the bathroom. On the right hand side of the bathroom there was a wall dedicated to hygiene. There were six sinks set at an even distance between each other; with a small mirror for each. Between each sink there was a soap dispenser and a paper towel dispenser for the sinks and boys to share. It was worth mentioning most boys skipped the whole handwashing process altogether, but Billâs mother drilled it into his head that polite boys must always was their hands after using the restroom. The left side of the room was for doing your âbusinessâ so to speak. The left side of said wall was made up of three urinals, all of varying heights to accommodate the young boys in the elementary wing, the growing boys in the middle wing, and the older boys in the high school wing. Then to the right were three toilet stalls for pooping and privacy. Finally the very back wall, right where the wall meets the ceiling, were some thin and blurry windows to allow natural light through the room. There was also a trash bin on the other side of the half wall, right when you walk in. Bill had been in this bathroom what felt like a million times, so he just made for the stalls without hesitation.
The middle stall was occupied, so he slipped inside the third and final stall at the very end. It was the largest stall and arguably the best because it allowed for that natural light from the windows. It was also without the threat of being peeped on due to the frosted glass, but Bill didnât know thatâs what it was called. Most boys just call the windows âblurryâ and that seemed good enough. He latched the stall door shut and - with a motion that Richie, the Trashmouth Tozier, would describe as a âmajestic twirlâ - pivoted on his heel with a spin and made for the toilet. Unlike what youâre supposed to do while sitting on a toilet, Bill kept his shorts on and securely fastened around his hips. No point in dropping them down when he didnât have to go. He sat his clothed rear onto the toilet seat and put his head in his hands. His palms felt cold by comparison to his flaming cheekbones. For a moment he just moved his hands and fingers around his face to cool it off. He glanced briefly at the brown leather boots in the other stall. Bill didnât mind that there was another kid in the bathroom with him, but he sure as hell would rather be alone right now though, but beggars canât be choosers as his father would say.
Back with his head tucked thoughtfully in his palms, his brain replayed that damn scene in the classroom over and over like a broken record.
His teacher had been trying to gather some class engagement for their reading lesson. She spent what mustâve been about five minutes asking for volunteers to raise their hands so they may take a turn to read out loud, but the classroom was completely void of sound except for breathing and the occasional cough. Normally any teacher would be praising the lord for such a relaxed set of thirteen year olds -mixed with some older kids that didnât quite make the marks- but that quiet and dead classroom wasnât what she needed at that moment. It always seemed that when she needed kids to be quiet, there they were laughing, talking and being disruptive, but the moment she needed them to chat, there they were, dead silent and disengaged. She cautioned, âIâll start calling on people if nobody raises their handsâ but nobody did. With a heavy sigh she began to point to random children in the class, asking them to read a paragraph or two, before calling on another child to do the same with the next set down.
Everything was all fine and well until she pointed off to the back center row of the class, right on Bill Denbrough. The way her face went from a pleasant look of boredom to instant regret washing over her expression haunted him. The way she realized âoh no. Oh me oh my what have I done? I just called on the stutterer. Oh God here we go. Now Iâve got to sit through this.â The look was not shocking nor uncommon for Denbrough, but the fact it was so transparent, and on a teacher no less, threw him completely off his rhythm and left him horrified. Why did people have to look at him like that? He doesnât like the stutter any more than anyone else does, but itâs not like he can control it. While Billâs stutter in the classroom was normally long and tedious, her visible regret wouldâve had him fumbling for his words even if he didn't stutter. He kept telling himself âjust read through this as fast as you can so she can call on someone elseâ but it seemed the faster he wanted to speak, the slower he became. He was choking on his words, only made worse by how some kids snickered or groaned at his lengthy stuttering read, but it all went from bad to worse when he got caught on the word âknapsackâ.
That damn word had him by the throat and once he got past the âknapâ part of the word, he was completely stuck on the âsackâ part of it. The kids really began to giggle there, but Bill was so focused on trying to get the word out, he had no idea why they were laughing. It wasnât until Moose Sadler; one of the older boys and an on and off again member of the Bowers gang, quickly and quietly shouted, âball sack,â that the chuckles turned into a roar of laughter. The teacher reacted almost instantly, hushing and shushing the class, but it was too late. The damage was done and the kids were hysterical. Poor Bill was left with the icey realization he was blabbering on and on about âsah-sah-sack-â. If that thought was ice, then the next realization that hit him was like a snowy avalanche; âMoose is gonna tell Henry about thisâ. His mind reeled when the thought grew. âMoose is gonna twist the story; call me a queer, a gay-lord talking about ball sacks in classâ. That was the final straw, the one that left Bill clutching his desk til his knuckles were white and his face was that of a furnace. His only fallback was the good ol bathroom trick.
Which brought him here, red faced and hiding away in a bathroom stall.
Bill groaned into his palms and hid his face even more. His brain just wouldnât shut up with how Moose was gonna run his mouth. What was Henry going to do to him once he heard? Itâs not that Bill had any malicious opinions about gay people, quite the contrary really. He was probably one of the most open minded people in their school about gay people, but it wasnât a label he wanted others to be throwing around about him when Henry - the Psychopath - Bowers was around. He could practically hear it now, in bold letters like a radio announcer for a big talk show trumpeting, âLOOKIE HERE LADIES AND GENTS, HERE WE HAVE STUTTERING BILL, DERRY MANES FAVORITE GOOD OLD FAGOLA. WHO WILL HE DO NEXT? STAY TOONED THIS WEEK FOR THE NEXT EPISODE OF FAGS IN BODY BAGSâ. Bill would be considered the luckiest boy alive if Henry only made him bleed a little bit. He could live with the rest of the school thinking of him as a gay, blubbering fool, but with Henry Bowers around, that rumor might as well be written on his obituary. He almost wanted to cry, but he didnât dare. Crying with another boy in the room? That would be a fast way to get upgraded from âBlubbering Gay Foolâ to âThe Stuttering Gay Crybabyâ. Although that didnât make him want to cry any less. Quite the contrary, it only fueled it. His unshed tears bit at him hard, but he denied himself the right to cry. After all he hasnât genuinely cried since-
Since Georgie died.
Since the funeral.
Since his baby brother was buried in a small casket with only one arm, because they couldnât find the other one.
Bill looked up to the ceiling, rolling his eyes up to force the tears back in. They bit and clawed, trying to crawl out from their prison and his lower lip fluttered with pre-cry breaths. His breathing was louder than he meant for it to be, but not as loud as he believed it was. He fluttered his eyes, trying to banish the salty tears. They fought him, nearly won but soon retreated. They left a burning sensation throughout his face, but he felt pride in his repression. It wasnât until he was absolutely confident that he wasnât going to cry that he allowed himself to look down at the tile floor. They rested there for a moment before flicking back to the boots inside the other stall.
It was odd that the other boy hadnât left yet, and his boots seemed oddly- nearly painfully- familiar but he couldnât quite place who they belonged to. The boots were quite large, meaning they belonged to an older boy. It was then where Billy finally noticed a scratching sound that came from the other stall. It took Bill only three seconds, one mississippi, two mississippi, three mississippi, to understand the boy mustâve had a knife or something similar and was carving something into the wall. Given the type of graffiti in Bill's own stall walls, it was likely a fowl spirited message or phallic drawing. Thatâs just how the bigger boys were, and some of them were really good at drawing dicks. It was almost concerning how well they could carve dicks into the stalls. Bill could do without seeing all the cruel messages written along the walls, but he didnât mind randomly finding a funny looking penis shape in unexpected places. It was always a good laugh when he found one. He pondered briefly if drawing dicks was a boy exclusive trait. He wondered if girls drew dicks in their bathroom too. Although, they probably wouldnât because how would they know what one looks like? He supposed they probably draw⌠whatever it is girls have in their pants, but he couldnât be certain.
As immature and boyish as it was, the thought of all the funny dick carvings heâs seen made his spirits lift a bit. Heâd seen all sorts of drawings. Big ones, little ones, ones with tiny little balls and bulbous tips and others with sharp small tips and huge balls like golf balls. Then there were the hairy ones, veiny ones, floppy ones, super straight ones that seemed to be peeing due to the tear drop shapes coming out of it. Hell, he had even seen one once with angel wings with text underneath that read âRIP Boogers Ballsâ, which was a reference to a time where Vincent âBoogersâ Taliendo got hit in the balls with a kickball in gym class. The thought of all those funny penis drawings and the memory of Boogers wailing in pain when he was struck in his nether regions suddenly made Bill feel a lot better. His face was no longer red and despite being embarrassed about the whole classroom endeavor and anxious about his fate with Henry, for now he felt stable. He may cry later that evening if the thought of Georgie returned to him, but heâd likely forbid himself once again. Thatâs just how he was.
Ignoring his thoughts, Bill decided he should probably return to class. After all, he had been gone for quite some time by this point. He rose to his feet and thought about his bladder for a moment. After a few seconds of mental debating, he decided he should urinate before returning to class, after all, he was right there. Might as well go now he figured. With a turn, unzip and let-her-rip, Bill did his business and within a flash he was finished and zipping himself back up. He flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom stall. In a trained and orderly manner, he walked straight for the sink ahead and rolled his sleeves to his elbows. He cleared his throat while squirting some hand soap into his palm. His eyes met with that of his reflections. His eyes were a bit pink around the edges and lower lids, but other than that, there was no evidence he nearly cried. âThank God,â he thought. In the reflection, he glanced at the other stall, a bit weirded out now since the other boy was still in the bathroom stall. No sounds emitted from the stall now. The carving sound had ended once Bill opened his stall door. Other than the carving, the other boy hadnât made a sound. No typical bathroom noises or anything. Just silence. Bill mentally shrugged, deciding it was just some kid skipping class. He turned the water on and began to clean his hands in the pleasantly warm water. The water was nice, grounding in a way; comforting. He watched the way the clear fluid ran off his skin like a mini waterfall.
His trance was broken when he heard the clunk of the middle stall door lock being unlatched. Reflexively, Bill looked up into the mirror to see who the other kid was. The other boy mustâve been in the bathroom for well over ten minutes. He curiously watched the stall through the mirror, but the door didnât open right away. Several long seconds ticked on with no movement from the door. It was much too long to be considered normal. Billâs hands slowly stopped moving as he watched. He was just holding his hands under the water, fingers intertwined. He held still, just waiting and watching. As soon as the thought, âwhoâs in thereâ surfaced in his head, it was as if the other boy could read his mind. The stall door began to creak open, but at a deliberately low speed. Bill was transfixed by this point, unable to tear his eyes from the stall door. The boy who was finally revealed by the door was someone that took the breath from Bill's lungs.
At first he almost didnât even recognise who the other boy was. His brain seemed scrambled by the position of the other boy's body when he opened the door. The boy's open hand was placed on the door, but with his thumb pointed down towards the ground and his elbow crooked upwards, rather than the casual other way around. The position of his head was just- bizarre. His shoulders were askew, one pointed closer to the floor than the other and his head was cocked to the side, exposing a large portion of his neck. Itâs not that his head was tilted like someone would do if they were in deep thought, his head was more so vertically pushed to the side, like someone peeking through a crack in a wall. Billâs heart practically stopped when he saw it. It was so viscerally wrong. His eyes widened and lips sealed tightly. His shoulders tensed and nerves lit up like a flame to a match. The boy behind him was staring right into Bill's eyes through the mirror and his lips curled at the corners when they locked eyes. The worst part about it was that Bill knew this boy.
The boy that was both behind and in front of him, was none other than Patrick Hockstetter.
Neither boy moved. Bill couldnât. His legs just seemed to freeze up. He was in a state of denial. It couldnât possibly be Hockstetter. There was no way that out of their entire school, out of the entire male student body, that Patrick Hockstetter was the boy who just so happened to be in the bathroom at this very moment. Billâs eyes mustâve been playing tricks on him, but as time ticked on, that hope vanished. The fact that Patrick was both in front and behind Bill sent a shudder through his scrawny frame. His instincts told him to run, but he didnât dare turn around. He feared that if he turned around, it would activate some sort of primal instinct in Patricks brain and cause him to do something dangerous. Bill waited, hoping to God Patrick would just move already. He couldn't stand looking at that expression anymore; that sinister smile with eyes void of any true emotion. There was excitement and emptiness in his face and it had Bill frozen stiff. When Patrick finally did move, it didnât make Bill feel any better. In a strange way, Bill had gotten used to that stand off of sorts but when Patrick moved, it was a horrible reminder that Patrick was real. A real, breathing and sentient member of the Bowers gang.
Patrick moved like a predator. Low and slow. Like if he stilled his movement and took care to breathe silently, Bill wouldn't see him coming. He approached the sink, but his eyes never left Denbroughs. It wasnât until he was finally beside the bathroom sink that his head turned to directly look at Bill's face, not just the reflection of it. Bill refused to look. He shot his eyes downcast back to the water; still running in his palms. Standing beside Patrick, he never felt so small. Bill was only around five feet tall, give or take an inch or so. Patrick was just an inch shy of being six feet tall, despite still being around sixteen years old. Bill hardly breathed, he didnât acknowledge the fact Patrick was watching him, leaning leftwards towards him. It was almost like Bill was a homeowner and Patrick was a ghost haunting the house. Just so long as Bill ignored the presence, it couldnât hurt him; right?
Patrick observed the unsteady rise and fall of Billâs thin chest. His eyes scanned along Billâs scrawny frame. The way his fingers were trembling, despite the assumedly warm water sent a heat through Patrick. He licked his lips at the sight of Bill's fingerprints beginning to prune. Then, what happened next was just about as abnormal as the way Patrick opened the stall door. Patrick reached up for the soap dispenser and squirted a dime sized dollop into his palm. He spread the soap along his hands until they were frothy and then turned the faucet on. Patrick Hockstetter, the boy who so often collects dead bugs, spits in other kids' faces, and spends most of his time with Henry Bowers or in the local junkyard, was washing his hands. Maybe to someone who had the pleasure of not knowing Patrick wouldnât understand the abnormality of this action, but it was almost as wildly strange as someone sprouting an arm from their forehead. Patrick mimicked the way Bill's hands moved, almost matching the exact movements like the very mirrors they stood in front of. Patrick was really washing his hands. It was a concept so outside of Billâs perception of reality, he was nearly tempted to turn his head and watch, but he schooled that curiosity back and kept his eyes trained forward. He could see in his peripheral vision that Patricks head was still turned to look at him.
'Just finish washing your hands and go,' Bill told himself. 'Just finish and go, fucking go.'
That was enough for Bill. He hurriedly gave a final rinse to his hands. Although he already knew them to be clean. He considered them clean enough when the stall door opened, but his curiosity and fear were his undoing. Bill twisted the sink knobs, making the water cease its pour. The absence of the water hitting him felt like a spell had been broken. Bill took just one step back, his hands moving down to dry themselves on his denim shorts when Patrick sprung into action. Patrick moved so violently, the water from his hands splattered to the floor and a few droplets landed on the wall. Bill gasped and flinched at the sudden action and his right eye clamped shut expecting a fist to collide with his cheek, but instead of being struck, he heard the paper towel dispenser get tugged, and a rip sound followed behind. Bill opened both eyes and looked at the other boy. He found Patrick with his arm outstretched towards him, with a half wet paper towel in his hand, held up for Bill to take.
The way he handed the towel to Bill made the hair on the smaller boy's neck prickle. Patrick held up the brown paper between his middle and index finger, almost as if he was offering Bill a cigarette instead of something to dry his hands with. The wetness of Patrick's hands soaked about half the towel and the rest of the water fled down to his elbow in a stream and dripped to the floor. Bill felt like ice when his subconscious reminded him, 'he was carving something in the stall. He has a knife.' That knowledge of the knife, the strange way Patrick, Patrick Hockstetter, moved, and that ever present smile - yet not a smile - on his face set Bill's mind ablaze. Every bone and blood drop in his body said for him to run. To forget the towel and high tail it out of there like an abused dog with his tail tucked between his legs in fear of being kicked.
Yet he still took the paper towel.
His hand moved on its own. He wasn't sure why it did. God, he had no idea why his body would betray him like that. It didn't occur to thirteen year old Billy, but social expectation was one hell of a thing, a demanding thing, and the expectation of being polite overpowered the fear he felt. He took the towel gently, not wanting to make even too fast of a movement. A janky motion would certainly provoke something from Hockstetter. That something was a mystery. It could be as simple as a punch in the chest, a hawked loogie in the face, or a push to the floor, but Hockstetter didn't have that kind of reputation. That was more of a Belch Huggins type of thing, or even a Victor Criss thing, but not a Hockstetter type of thing. Patrick was never that easy. He was precise and cold. Patient.
So with trembling fingers Bill took the paper towel, it still partially soaked from Patrick's own wet hands. When Bill tugged it towards himself, Patrick gave it easily. Patrick's hand lowered to his side, and Bill was so incredibly aware of it. He thought for sure at any moment a knife would come for him. Maybe not to actually stab Bill, but definitely to rile him up. Hell, Patrick would probably say "hey mush-mouth, how about a haircut? Free of charge". However, as Bill did his best to dry his hands with the half damp towel, Patrick did no such thing. His hand remained by his side. It was oddly flexed, kind of like how a gunslinger would hold his hand to his holster in an old western movie, but he made no additional movement. His other hand was out of sight, perhaps in his back pocket, and its lack of visibility twisted Billâs stomach. 'Say something,' Billy thought. 'Oh dear God just say something. Call me mush-mouth, call me a fag, call me queer, call me a maggot brained idiot or something. Just say something.' He begged internally. The silence felt worse than being punched. It felt like a million tiny needles were poking into his flesh, all throughout his small and thin body. Like the world's most excessive acupuncture session. The silence was so painful, and the social etiquette was so punishing, that it was Bill Denbrough who spoke first, or at least tried.
"Th-th-th-th-th," he tried. He was trying to keep it short, simple and fast; just an easy 'thanks' so he could be on his way. Patrick's eyes sparked to life, his mouth flashing white with a smile that was all teeth. There was no kindness in that smile, but his eyes were worse. They glimmered in the same way a monsterâs would through the darkness of a child's closet. Bill couldn't escape them. His cheeks began to flush as he struggled through that singular word. "Thuh-thuh-tha-ae-ah-anks."
He had no idea how long it took for him to finish the word, it was certainly no less than seven seconds, that much he knew, but he also knew he had somehow awakened something within Patrick. It was either Bill's stutter or his politeness, or maybe an unpleasant mixture of both, but something awakened a part inside Patrick. A part of him that Bill did not want to be awoken. His eyes were alive now. Predatory and full of youthful spirit. Bill took a tense step back, and noticed how Patrick tracted his movement. Now it was time to go. For real. Any amount of time longer in this bathroom, and Bill might be crawling out with his teeth in hand. He snapped his head to the floor and started for the door, but audibly gasped when, like a lightning strike, Patrick sidestepped and blocked his path. Bill was so astonished by this sudden speed that he stumbled back, dropping the paper towel he had in his hand. Patrick's sink was still on, the water running and draining all at the same time. It was just about the only sound in the room other than footsteps and heavy breathing. Patrick towered above Billy, and he used this extra foot of height to corral Bill around, with his back facing the mirror. He silently led Bill backwards, until his back bumped against the tile wall, with his narrow hips wedged between the two sinks. Patrick swiftly closed the difference between the two of them. They were at most a foot apart, if that. Bill was pressed entirely against the wall, save for his arms which had to be lifted up, his hands placed on the sides of either sink. He gripped them hard, his skin making an audible squeak against the ceramic.
Now Bill was trapped.
Oh yes he was.
Patrick didnât even have to speak to bring Bill to his mercy. Not one word had left Hockstetters lips and somehow Bill was pinned against the wall. There was nowhere to go now that he was cornered. He supposed he could try to throw himself into Hockstetter, but Patrick was bigger than him, a lot bigger in fact. Bill was only thirteen while Patrick was around sixteen or seventeen. Bill couldnât quite remember, nor did he care. If they were older, like thirty and thirty three or four respectively, the gap wouldn't be so dramatic, but a sixteen or seventeen year old vs a thirteen year old was like going to a knife fight and the other guy brought a gun. Not to mention only one of them really did have a knife on their person. Ignoring their obvious height difference, there was also a huge weight difference between them as well. Patrick was around fifty to sixty pounds heavier than Billy. If Bill were to throw himself into Patrick's chest, the most likely outcome is that heâd ricochet back into the wall, or at best temporarily throw Patricks balance off. Best case scenario, Bill would throw himself into Patrick, and the complete lack of anything happening would make Patrick laugh so hard that heâd just let Bill go. Worst case would be pissing Patrick off. Although it was worth mentioning that Bill had never seen Patrick angry before. He was sure it was possible. He had seen Henry angry more times than anything else. Victor, Belch and Moose were prone to anger as well, but Patrick? Bill couldnât recall ever seeing a scowl cross his face. He had seen- what he assumed was- a mask of anger on Patrick's face, but it lacked a certain fire that true anger had. The idea of somehow successfully pissing off Patrick made Bill's blood run cold.
Even with all of that out on the table, there was still one thing left unmentioned. Patrick was one freaky kid. He kept dead insects in his pencil case, something he was always keen on showing off to select kids for some unknown and bizarre reason. He often had a deathly odor wafting from him. One boy, just a grade above Bill, compared the odor to roadkill. However, the worst and most uncanny part about Patrick was his reputation. He had a long and seemingly never ending history of violence among other boys. He had knocked the teeth out of several boys' mouths, broken several fingers and arms, and even bit kids so hard he drew blood from the teeth marks. He even had a reputation among the girls in the Derry school system, one that was so vague and mysterious to Bill, that it sent chills through him just thinking about it. There was just something so wrong about Patrick. An unspeakable and frightening wrong about him. So trying to shove past him with his back against the wall was not an option for Stuttering Bill.
Bill was ripped away from his thoughts when Patrick abruptly lunged forward. Bill's face snapped to the left. There was a brief second that flashed where Bill thought Patrick was- it sounded foolish to even consider- about to kiss Bill. He was close enough to, that's for sure. In an instant Patricks breath was hot on Bill's right cheek. Bill pondered briefly; would Patrick kiss him? He certainly didn't want him to, but Patrick cared very little for what others wanted. Bill's own voice internally cut in, assuring him that what he thought was nonsense. They're both boys after all and sure, queer people exist but Bill was absolutely positive Patrick was not queer⌠Or was he? He supposed it was possible, but Patrick liked girls. The previously mentioned reputation he had confirmed it. The way he behaved with girls was something that just about every child knew about but very seldom discussed. Patrick did things to the girls in their school. The things he did were vague at best to Bill. He truly knew very little about the matter. He had no idea what Patrick had done to make the girls so frightened of him. Bill could recall once where Richie Tozier asked two girls what they found to be so scary about Patrick. Bill wasnât a part of this conversation, but he was sitting comfortably within earshot, and he was curious as to why as well, so he elected to eavesdrop.
Richie had said something like, âI donât get why you ladies are so scared of him. He doesnât rough you up like he does us boys. I canât tell you how many times Iâve had to re-glue my glasses thanks to himâ. The more talkative of the girls answered in the most perplexing and eerie way she couldâve. Her answer left Bill scratching his head. She had said, âthere are worse things than being hit, Richie.Patrick does things. Youâre lucky youâre a boyâ. Even though it was not said to Billy directly, that answer haunted him. What on Earth could that have meant? âPatrick does things,â yes he had heard, but what were those things? What could possibly be worse than being hit, being pinned to the ground with dirt and rocks shoved into your mouth? Being forced to your hands and knees and being sat on? Being stripped of your shirt and whipped with the branches of fir trees across the chest and back? Boyâs will scream, cry and run with terror when the Bowers gang show their faces, but only girls cower and freeze up when Patrick walks by. There was something Patrick did exclusively to girls that left them terrified of him. Bill believed them that it was bad- real bad-, but his brain couldnât fathom what could possibly be worse than what he does to boys. Yet, in this very moment; being pressed against the wall with Patricks breath against his cheek, there was a small voice inside Bill. A voice that he wasnât even sure if it was his own and it spoke softly; âare you sure he stops at girls Billy? Or are the girls just the ones that talk about it?â
There was a different kind of fear inside Bill now, one he had never felt before. Fight or flight kicked in, and he wished he could say his body picked fight. He wished he had the balls to stand on his toes, and in a stutterless scream yell, âFUCK OFF HOCKSTETTER,â but nothing left his lips. His body didnât even have the courtesy to choose flight and force him into action, fleeing like his life depended on it. No, unfortunately Billâs body didnât choose fight or flight, it chose freeze. So stuck like a fly in a spider's web, Bill's eyes washed over Patricks face. In close range, he could see the hairs on Patricks upper lip, forming a soon-to-be mustache that would never come. He watched his lips, waiting for Patrick to just say something already. The silence was killing him. Patrick hasnât spoken, touched or hurt him and Bill was shaking like a leaf. Patrick leaned in a little closer, Bill pressed the side of his head against the tile. He held his breath tight in his chest and his entire body was sent into a rigid, rock like stature.
âSorry about your little brother,â came Patrick's voice, soft in his ear. It was almost gentle, ticklish even but yet, so incredibly uncanny. Words of empathy, compassion and understanding came out monotone with just a hint of elation. Those words were almost incriminating. Patrick apologizing for the loss of another? Patrick wasnât known for that kind of sensitivity. Even when his own flesh and blood brother, Avery Hockstetter, died from crib death, Patrick asked for no sympathy and didnât mourn. He went to school, just like the day before. The blankness on his face was no different than the expressions before. Everything was just⌠as before. Like Avery never existed and therefore, the death never occurred. Bill could still recall his mother Sharon gasping while reading the morning paper a few days later. When asked, she explained that Avery Hockstetter had died. She had to explain to him what crib death was, saying itâs when a baby accidentally suffocated themselves while sleeping. Bill remembered his eyes widening. He never wouldâve guessed Patricks baby brother was dead. Patrick didnât seem to feel anything about it. Almost as if heâs the one who caused it, but Bill figured that thought stemmed from his hate of Hockstetter, and not one of actual likelihood. While Bill couldnât be so sure about Patricks involvement with Averyâs death, he now knew without a shadow of a doubt that Patrick did not kill George Elmer Denbrough.
At that very moment, Bill would never be able to explain just how he knew Patrick was not to blame for Georgie's death, but he just knew. Patrick didnât kill him, and that alone sent another swirl of emotion through the eldest and now only child of Sharon and Zack Denbrough. He was relieved, knowing he wasnât face to face with a child murderer, enraged, knowing the killer is still out there somewhere and terrified of where that killer may be. Billâs soft eyes looked into Patricks. Tender eyes met with vacant and void pits. Emotionless pools of darkness were Patricks eyes, aside from just a touch of glee. âSorry about your little brother,â his voice echoed in Bill's ears, just as nasally as before. Billâs eyes were locked with the other boys, and with tightly clamped lips, he nodded slowly. His nod was an intentional action, one deliberately used to avoid speaking. However, if he would have dared to speak, he wouldâve said, âthank you Patrick, now please, please get the hell out of my way.â
Bill waited for Patrick to move, after all, the conversation seemed over, but Patrick remained in place like he didnât notice Bill's answer. His lips contorted ever so slightly into a smile, just at the corners. His grin was almost unnoticeable, but there wasnât much else for Bill to look at in such close proximity. He remained just as invasively close to Bill, just as he was before. This wouldnât do. Bill didnât know what his goal was, but Patrick wasnât satisfied for some reason. Bill wondered, âhe canât hear my heart, can he?â Bill looked downwards to the floor, eyes locked somewhere between the tile ground, the corner of the sink and the edge of Patricks leather belt. The thought of pushing Patrick came back to him, but he banished the thought immediately, because only God and Patrick knew what kind of reaction that would provoke from Hockstetter. Instead, Bill, just above a whisper, tried to speak.
âTh-th-tha-ae-ae-anks-s Puh-Puh-,â he tried. Bill's eyes didnât lift, but if they did theyâd be met with a large, tooth filled grin once again.
A bang filled the room, causing both boys to snap their heads over to the left side of the bathroom. Bill jumped considerably, but even Patrick had flinched ever so slightly at the sound. In came another boy, who had entered so quickly, the metal handle for the bathroom door clacked against the tile wall. Belch Huggins stole the rubber door stopper several weeks ago to piss off the custodians. The other boy had an expression of annoyance as he walked about four feet into the bathroom before looking up and seeing the scene before him. He froze the moment he laid eyes on them. One boy pressed to the wall, eyes as wide as dinner plates and Patrick - fucking - Hockstetter pinning him there. With a rush of courage, Bill took this distraction as a blessing from the heavens. Not thinking of the punishment that will follow his actions, Bill shoved Patrick with all of his might. His hands slammed into the right side of Patricks peck and shoulder, forcing him to open up the right side of his body. Bill used this opening to sprint past him, his sneakers squeaking against the wet bathroom floor. Bill dashed past the other boy, and almost like he could see it in slow motion, he saw the boy's face contort from surprise, realization and then horror. The other boy was now to suffer the wrath of Hockstetter for making him lose his prey, but Bill didnât regret it. Sometimes one must condemn another to a terrible fate to save themselves. Bill would come to regret it later, a sense of guilt rising up when heâd see the boyâs dual black eyes the next day, but for now, all Bill felt was an ecstasy-like rush of freedom. Bill ran down the hall like his heels were on fire. He only stopped running about halfway down the hallway, the reason being he was passing by the school's office and theyâd have a bird if they saw him sprinting down the hall. As soon as he passed the office windows, he resumed his dash down the hall.
Once to his classroom door, he stopped and caught his breath. He opened the door and quietly stepped inside. He half expected the class to turn and laugh at him once again, but maybe two people looked over at him from their books. The rest of the class had their noses down and order had clearly been restored. His eyes flicked to his teacher, and she quietly held up her hand. With her fingers she flashed him the number four, before turning her hand into a fist, and flashing the number four once again. Understanding immediately, Bill nodded and walked to his desk. He sat quietly in his chair and opened up the textbook to page 44. He could feel eyes on him from behind. Bill turned his face to his right shoulder and saw Moose grinning at him. The bigger boy made a ball grab motion with his hand, but didnât say a word. Bill just looked away, almost relieved by Mooseâs presence. Heâd much rather deal with Sadler than Hockstetter any day. Then again though;
Who knows what Henryâs gonna do?
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Stutter Problems
Bill Denbrough x Male Reader
Prompt - âI personally love everything about youâ
âCome one Billâ Y/n pushed as he faced Bill. He and Bill were sitting on his bed. But Bill wasnât talking. He hadnât talked all day. Y/n thought that Bill didnât feel like talking, didnât have anything to say, or was sad. Bill tended to get quiet when he was sad.
But now that they were alone in Y/nâs bedroom Y/n was trying to get Bill to talk. âWhatâs wrong?â Y/n had asked, and it felt like the tenth time heâs said it. Bill just shook his head as he looked at his lap.
Bill didnât feel like talking. Not with his stutter. Bill didnât 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 didnât work, it never did. Nothing worked. So Bill decided that he would be mute. He wouldnât 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. âPlease?â Y/n had asked in a hurt voice.
He felt sad that he couldnât help his boyfriend. That was his job. Yet he couldnât do it. And for Bill, that was when the flood gates shot open. Tears started pouring down Billâs 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 Billâs waist as the other went to play with his hair.
Bill wrapped his arms around Y/n waist and buried his head in Y/nâs shoulder as he cried. Bill sobbed as Y/n tried to calm him. But eventually, Y/n was able to slow Billâs crying.
Tears were still falling down his face, but he had stopped sobbing. And that was progress in Y/nâs eyes. âNowâ Y/n said âDo you want to tell me whatâs wrong?â 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. âm-my s-th-t-a-t-tterâ Bill stuttered. It was worse than normal since Bill was just crying.
âI h-a-at-e i-itâ Bill whispered as Y/n kept running his hand through Billâs hair. Y/n nodded before he spoke âI personally love everything about youâ he stated. Y/n sealed it with a kiss and he pushed Billâs head back into his shoulder.
âEven your stutterâÂ
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hi! i hole youâre doing good! when you get the chance can you do high school aged baseball player bill de brought x fem reader who plays softball headcannons? thank you!
Notes: Girlie im so sorry this has been in my inbox for like a year,,, but better late than never right???? also im not american so i have no clue what a softball is so this is based off of ten minutes on wikipedia
BaseballPlayer!Bill Denbrough with a SoftballPlayer!S/O
alrighty,,, so first off your school only has one pitch - so Bill first sees you while getting ready for practice and your team is finishing up training
Honestly he spots you straight away - not necessarily because you're any better than the rest of the girls, but because of how you cheer your teammates on any time they make a good hit
He finds it so endearing, seeing someone so openly kind and genuinely excited for their friends
Not to mention he thinks you're probably the prettiest girl hes ever seen but whatever
But he's s u p e r awkward so wouldn't actually work up the courage to talk to you for a couple of months
BUT THEN
it's late afternoon in May; he's waiting with his team for practice and your team is finishing up again
you manage to hit the ball into the chainlink fence and it jams into one of the gaps
now,,, your team has a strict "whoever touched the ball last has to go find it" policy (which has left you digging through bushes of brambles on many occasions) so there you were, half on tip-toe and half straight up CLIMBING the fence to try and reach the stupid ball
you could hear your friends laughing across the pitch and (although you loved them to pieces) you definitely shot them a few death glares
One time you turn and stick your toungue out at them, playfully shouting for them to fuck off
and when you turn back, you nearly jump out of your skin
lo and behold on the other side of the fence is the CUTEST boy you've ever seen, reaching up and pushing the ball back through
and when he looks at you with those blue eyes
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let's just say you don't catch the ball when he knocks it out
you stare at him and you can feel blood rushing to your face
internally you're screaming at yourself to stop gawking at him like a weirdo and SAY SOMETHING
if the fence wasn't between the two of you, the space between you would have been too small to be socially acceptable
honestly you're both so awkward you probably would have just stood there forever, but sooner or later his team would notice him with a girl
"Shit, Bill's got game!"
the entire group of boys suddenly broke out into laughs, jeers and whistles
needless to say Bill was mortified
mind you,,, your friends were no better
every time you saw him after that, they would all start giggling and nudging you like maniacs
don't get me wrong, you love your friends to pieces,,,, but you could have killed them all
you occasionally bumped into Bill a few times after that: around school, sometimes in town - but your first proper conversation was while sitting on the grass outside school
Your team was practicing, but you were in trouble with the coach for flunking a maths exam - so she was making you sit out to study for this session
you stared at you maths textbook - lets be real, not really thinking about anything - when he came over
"M-maths, huh?" he asked, craning his neck to read your notebook
"Yeah," you smiled. "Gotta say though, it's just not adding up."
why in the world did you say that
seriously
worst joke ever (not me slandering a joke i literally just wrote down smh)
But it was the first time you had managed to make him properly laugh
he grinned and your soul more-or-less left your body
you chatted for a while after that, him helping with a few questions
but mostly just messing around and laughing
it was only when your coach shouted to you that practice had ended twenty-five minutes ago that you suddenly snapped back to reality
"Oh shit," you gasped, stumbling to your feet; shoving the book into your bag. "I gotta get home"
He stood with you, helping to pick up your pens and papers
"Sorry!" he smiled sheepishly (oh god that smile) "I didn't mean to make you late."
"It's not your fault." you grinned
Suddenly you realised, didn't he have practice now? the baseball team always came on after softball ended
you asked him where his team were and his face suddenly reddened and he admitted that there was no baseball practice that day
"Oh I get it," you teased. "You came all the way out here just for me?"
he didn't reply, instead laughing and looking away
oh.
OH.
"wait, seriously?"
he swallowed and grinnef again. "m-maybe."
"Well," You paused. "We should do this again some time."
And that is how you got your first date with Bill denbrough
((You went cycling))
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Comfort Crowd
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Wr3FDQx by maxcampcamp_bell âDonât touch the other boys, Richie.â Richie froze, bringing him and Eddie to a halt. He slowly whipped his head around, seeing the monstrous figure crawling out from underneath the pile of coal â a menacing smile breaking across the clown's face at Richie's horrified expression. âDonât or they'll know your secret.â Or After an encounter with Pennywise at the Neibolt house, Eddie confronts Richie about something IT said. (based on the 2015 script deleted scene) Words: 2970, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Gay Richie Tozier, Bisexual Eddie Kaspbrak, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Richie Tozier is a Mess, One Shot, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Coming Out read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Wr3FDQx
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One shot!
First love
Bill denbrough x reader
The middle of fall season, leaves that owned the color of rust and spices fell from the trees as we stared into each other's eyes.
"how are you, william?" I simply ask although he did not answer. "W-w-what are you d-dd-doing here?" "Its stan's wedding, im his friend too y'know" i chuckle at his question with such an obvious answer "well i-i-m doing good and you?" He replied at my earlier question adding such sas.
"im glad you're doing good i have to go now before bev figures out im missing, see you around bill" i say and left not wanting to hear his reply. He was my ex y'know and is still my first love, will forever be. Im glad he's doing well although it stung how it seems that hes happy without me while i suffer every night recalling what i did to him...
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"What are you doing exactly?" I chuckle as his attempt at painting "i-i-m obv-v-viously p-p-aint-ting you!" I says scrunching his nose covered with different colors of paint "thats suppose to be me??? I look like THAT??" I ask in horror "AHUH! Pp-p-pretty right" he exclaimed winking at me. I laugh at his actions when he suddenly stands up and hugs me! "Bill you're getting paint all over me!" "T-thats fine a-a-n a gr-gre-great artist is never cl-clean" he smiles at me as he hugs me tighter "i wish wecould stay like this forever" i whisper as i rest my head on to his chest "me too" he says before kissing my forehead.
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"where are you taking me bill???"
"j-just trust me, we're al-almost t-th-there" he chuckles as he leads me up some hill i assume? Covering my eyes with his hands.
"t-t-tada!" He removes his hands exposing a picnic set up on. A hill near the outskirts or derry maine.
"i love you" was all i said as i admire his work and efforts.
We sat down and talked about random stuff for hours while eating the sandwhiches he prepared "extra c-c-cheese like you want" he says smiling as i eat the wonky sandwhich he made.
After eating i start reading a book he prepared for me to read as he lays on my lap "you're pretty" he says out of the blue "d-dont say that" i stutter, covering my red face with the book as i look away. He chuckles "i l-l-ove y-you" he says "i love you too bill" i smile "damn, y-y-yknow one day i-i-ill say i l-l-love you without st-st-stuttering he pouts sitting up crossing his arms making me laugh at his cuteness, making him laugh as well. We laughed like fools inlove for hours.
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"lets break up"
"what...?"
"look bill, i cant stay here with you and being in a relationship while being far away from each other? I cant handle that" i say staring at him, as much as it hurt, it had to be done for me, and for him.
"a-after everything? S-seriously?!? You know d-d-damn well you can handle that s-stop with t-the ex-c-cuses [name]..." Bill said with an expression too sorrowful hard to describe "i have to focus on my studies i cant abandon everything i worked hard for bill!" I shout at him. I didn't mean to.
"s-s-so you're abandoning wh-wh-what we have?"
How could i ever recover from what he said?
"...."
"answer m-m-e [name]"
"i can't let go of my dreams bill" i simply stay
"am i the easiest t-t-thing y-you could throw -a-away?" He asks me, choking on his own words, holding back his tears
"no"
He stares at me
"you're the only thing....i can throw away"
I walk away, tears going down my cheeks not stopping, how could i say that when i know its all a lie?
I stop for a second when my keys dropped from my hand
"i love you..." I heard him say, not stuttering for the first time
If i looked back i know i would run back to him and abandon my dreams, my future, i cant do that so i picked up my keys and left.
Leaving my first love standing in the rain.
Hurting him was the only way for him to move on, a person like me who prioritizes their future over the person they love doesn't deserve anyone specially bill.
This is super super!! Rushed so im really sorry if there are any grammatic errors i wrote this at 3am so yeah my mind is not working properly, anyways i hope you guys enjoyed it!!<333
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INTRO??
HELLOO! This is my intro post!!Â
ABOUT ME!!
My name is Alex and Iâm new to tumblr. I go by any pronouns. Iâm going to try writing fanfics. I never have before so please bear with me. Feel free to send me some requests!
WHAT I WILL WRITE!
One-shots and headcanons (headcanons might be out faster!)
About almost any genre: fluff, angst, smut, comfort, sickfics etc.
I will most likely write in canon, but please ask me about AUâs!
WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE.
Send me any of these and your request will be deleted.
non -con, incest/stepcest, sexual abuse, miscarriages, emergency requests, daddy kinks, knife kinks, foot fetish, age regression, piss play/piss kink.
FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR!
Demon Slayer
Tanjiro Kamado| Inosuke Hashibira| Zenitsu Agatsuma| Giyu Tamioka|Â
My Hero Academia
Izuku Midoriya| Katsuki Bakugo| Eijiro Kirishima| Denki Kaminari| Shotou Todoroki| Fumikage Tokoyami| Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu| Tamaki Amajiki| Mirio Togata| Mina Ashido| Kyoka Jirou| Toga Himiko
PEN15
Shuji Ishii-Peters|Sam Zablowsk| Dustin Long| Alex| Brandt Â
SK8 The Infinity
 Reki Kyan| Langa Hasegawa| Kaoru Sakurayashiki| Joe Nanjo| Miya Chinen
Haikyuu
Hinata Shoyo| Kageyama Tobio| Tsukkishima Kei| Yamaguchi Tadashi| Nishinoya Yuu| Tanaka Ryuunosuke| Sugawara Koshi| Kenma Kozume| Kuroo Tetsuro| Akaashi Keji| Bokuto Koutarou| Oikawa Toru| Suna Rintarou| Sakusa Kiyoomi| Miya Atsumu| Miya Osamu|Â
It
 Richie Tozier| Eddie Kasprak| Beverly Marsh| Bill Denbrough| Stan Uris
Stranger Things
Mike Wheeler| Max Mayfield| Lucas Sinclair| Dustin Henderson| Robin Buckley| Steve Harrington
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FEM ALLEGED DNIďżź
Fandom: IT
Title: It was so real
Character(s): Bill Denbrough and Georgie Denbrough
Request: No
Genre: Angst and fluff
TW: None
Masterlist
Losers club had defeated IT three days and in those three days no one had seen Bill. They had bounced theories off of each other like oh what if heâs sick or on vacation. Eventually they decided that someone should go check on him. Now that us brings to where (M/N) was now. Slowly inching his way towards Billâs window on the branch which was connected to the big oak tree next to said Brunetteâs window.
Once the (H/C) boy was close enough he knocked on the window, the shades were drawn so he couldnât look in. About dozen knocks later the shades were drawn and the window was open to reveal Bill. He looked terrible to say the least, he wore a wrinkle black Nirvana t-shirt and pair of green boxers.
His chocolate eyes were puffy and red and he looked so tried. âHey Bill,â (M/N) greeted.
âG-g-go a-away,â Bill told him. He moved to shut the window but (M/N) quickly stuck his foot in the way of the glass doors stopping it from closing. â(M/N), I s-s-said g-g-go away,â Bill exclaimed.
(M/N) shook his head, âsomethings clearly got you fucked up and we canât have that can we?â the (H/C) boy asked.
Bill sighed and moved out of the way letting (M/N) enter the room. He walked over to Bill���s bed sitting down on it, Bill doing the same. The two boys sat silence, which brought Bill back down that hole. He tried everything to fight but here he was back in the moment.
He found himself staring at his little brother, at Georgie. The boy looked the same from the last time Bill had seen him expect where left arm should be there was bone. Bill should have been ecstatic he found his brother but something told him that this wasnât his brother.
And he knew that, âHe said I could have my boat back, Billy,â His brother said.
Bill let out breath he didnât know he was holding, âWas she fast?â He asked.
âI couldnât keep up with it,â
âShe, Georgie,â He took a deep breathe, âwe call boats she,â he told his brother.
âTake me home, Billy,â Georgie told him. Bill could hear the losers club behind but that didnât matter to him all that matter was Georgie. âI wanna go home,â His brother cried.
He felt tears poor into his eyes, âI miss you!â Georgie exclaimed, âI wanna be with mom and dad,â
Bill shook his head, âI want for then anything for you to be home,â he told his brother, âwith mom and dad, I miss you so much,â he began slowly walking towards his brother.
âI love you Billy,â Georgie told him.
âI love you too,â Billy told him, âbut your not Georgie,â he pulled the gun and shot him. His breathing started to become on uneven until he was hyperventilating, he looked around quickly. He was in his room, he wasnât there he told himself over and over again.
(M/N) quickly placed his handâs on either sides of Billâs face, âBilly, hey, I need you to breathe for me,â He told him, âokay? Ready breathe in, now out,â they did that for awhile until Bill finally calmed down.
âI-i-it w-was so-so r-real,â Bill told (M/N), âHe l-looked j-j-just l-l-like him,â he cried and at that moment it all clicked in (M/N)âs mind.
âOh Billy,â he said, âI canât imagine what your going through, but no matter how real it felt or how much he really looked like Georgie. That wasnât Georgie,â (M/N) told him.
Billy shook his head, âI k-know,â he replied.
âOkay,â (M/N) replied, he moved his hands from Billâs face, âYou look so tired, why donât you get some sleep,â he told him. Bill didnât reply what did what he was told, getting under the blankets and getting into a comfortable position.
(M/N) smiled at him then got up to leave but stopped when Bill grabbed his sleeve, âSt-Stay, pl-please,â
(M/N) sighed before talking off his shoes and joining Bill. A comfortable silence fell upon the two boys, (M/N) went to say something but was cut off by soft snores filling the room. He turned to Bill and his smile only grew, âIf only you knew how special you were,â (M/N) told the sleeping boy. He placed a kiss on his forehead and then attempted to fall asleep as well.
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hmmmmm richieđ°
Wilbur asking about an It character? wowowow
If Richie was a little more sober, he wouldnât think that sounded like Bill was coming on to him but as it is he is very drunk. Okay heâll entertain this crazy notion, itâs not like Bill can be serious anyways. âWas that a pass at me, Big Bill?â
From my Stenbroughzier one shot that one day I'll finish
Emoji wip ask game
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Best Dying Screams in Horror Movies
Horror is a genre where we celebrate the power of a good scream. We revere "scream queens," female characters whose screams of terror in the face of a monster or killer become the ultimate symbol of horror. (There's a conversation about this idea and the idea of the "final girl" and where they overlap and how they differ, but that's for another post.) A common refrain about the movie Hereditary is that Toni Collette in her leading role was cheated out of an Oscar for her magnificent portrayal of a grieving mother--largely thanks to her screams upon finding her child's body. Screams can be of grief, of fear, of rage...or, as the title gives away, as a final expression of despair and terror before a violent demise.
I'm putting the recommendations under a cut, because the circumstances of these screams will be discussed. By nature, that's gonna get disturbing quick. Besides, since this is about dead characters, it's going to be full of spoilers for twists and plots and deaths. Tread with caution!
Final Prayer / The Borderlands: Released under two separate titles, this movie deals with Vatican investigators sent to look into reports of miracles at a rural church in England. Turns out that the church isn't just a church: it's the maw of an enormous, ancient, supernatural being. Said being is awake. And hungry. Two of the characters find themselves deep inside the tunnels under the church, and stumble into the creature's stomach. This movie put me off saying the word "melt" for three weeks. While we do get a scrap of dialogue at the very end (nearly-silent sobbing and the faint whispers of the Lord's Prayer), it's...quite clear that by this point, both characters are functionally dead.
Saw (2004): The last thing we hear from Adam, as Jigsaw closes a steel door to leave Adam alone in a room of total darkness with no key to unchain himself, are blood-curdling screams. To the point that director James Wan had to leave the room while the scene was being shot, because Leigh Whannell (playing the character of Adam) is his best friend and the screams became far, far too real for Wan to handle. Game over.
Alien: In the final action sequence of the movie, as the Xenomorph hunts down the crew, Ripley sends the other two survivors to get ready to self-destruct the ship. When the Xenomorph catches up with them, Parker gets a quick death by a simple bite. Lambert, on the other hand...well, we see a giant spiked tail sliding up between her legs, then cut to Ripley who gets to listen over the radio to Lambert's dying scream. As an acknowledged scream queen, Veronica Cartwright (Lambert) really gives it her all. On my most recent watch, it occurred to me that doesn't just sound like a dying scream, if you know what I mean. Given the highly sexualized imagery surrounding the Xenomorph...there's probably something to unpack there. And with the knowledge that Lambert is canonically a trans woman, we can add another layer. But later.
IT (2017): Right out of the gate, we get a scene that sets the tone of the rest of the movie: the death of Georgie Denbrough, who has the unfortunate luck of losing his paper sailboat into a storm drain where Pennywise the Clown is waiting. His actor pulled off panicky howls of fear so well it puts a pit in my stomach, and his final cry for help to his brother Bill as Pennywise drags him into the sewers is gut-wrenching. As an older sibling, this is my worst nightmare, and it's so very well-captured here.
Annihilation: This one's different than the other recs on this list, because the dying scream...comes out of the mouth of the killer. It's the bear. When the bear kills one of the team members, we hear a copy of her dying screams for help through the bear's roars when it returns to hunt down the rest of the team. One of the other characters even muses on it later. "Imagine dying frightened and in pain and having that as the only part of you which survives."
Food for thought: What's the emotional impact of a noisy death versus a more silent death? If any of these characters died without screaming, would it change how you felt about that death? Why DO we idolize screams so much in this genre? Do we feel the same about other loud expressions of emotion in horror? Does any of that translate to real life? And, reflecting on that quote from Annihilation, what do you think about the fact that audiences remember many characters in horror only for the fear and pain they endure?
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Richie could tell that Bill was stressed just by the way he entered the room.Â
Not that Richie could blame him. After all, this was it. Everything he had been planning, everything they had been working so hard on over the past several weeks, whether all of that was actually worth anything- that would be determined by the events of that night.Â
Richie wanted to reassure him, but he knew Bill wouldnât listen. Bill never rested, never relaxed until a job was done. No matter how foolproof it was (which the majority of Denbroughâs plans were), no matter how much he trusted his team, he never let any of that lower his guard for even a minute. Richie decided not to waste his breath trying to convince Bill of something he wouldnât believe.
But the confidence that Richie had brought to the table that night was crushed in an instant, with Billâs steady, but definitely nervous announcement, âThereâs been a change of plans.â
wip: (as promised.....) an excerpt from my heist au :3 this wonât be a full fic, just a short one shot about it hehehe
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I write one-shots, headcanons, and drabbles for male and nonbinary readers, no females or fem aligned readers, so fem DNI.
I don't write for OC's. - I will now write smut - no fem readers
For smut. I only do top dom male readers x characters. Every character I write for will be over 18, the one thing I won't do is under age.
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And apology in advance if I don't do them for a while I can sometimes forget stuff.
IT - Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh,
STRANGER THINGS - Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Max Mayfield,
HARRY POTTER - Anyone in Harry's era and Marauders era, but no adults. So, no adult versions of Remus, James, Regulus, etc
RIORDANVERSE - Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Nico di Angelo, Leo Valdez,
POKEMON - Gladion, Goh, Hop,
DIGIMON - Takeru Takaishi, Koushiro Izumi, Kouji Minamoto,
A DATE WITH DEATH - Casper x Reader, Casper x OC
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