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nap time ♡ bill denbrough

♡ pairing: bill denbrough x fem!reader

a/n ♡ first tumblr post! i’ve been writing fics for a few years now, but i’ve started to really like my work & want to share it! please send requests !

♡ summary: reader goes to bill’s baseball game, and afterwards, they fall asleep cuddling <3

♡ word count: 376 :)

♡ one week ago ♡

you climb onto the bed, and lie your head on bill’s chest, your cheek against his shirt. “i missed you.” you mutter lazily. he’d been at one of his baseball games, and you’d been bored out of your mind at home. “it’s buh-been an h-hour.” he replies, his hands moving to your head, starting to play with your hair. “a very long hour.” you hear him chuckle softly. “muh-maybe you should c-come next t-t-time.” he suggests. “really?” you lift your head from his chest and look at him. he nods, a small smile on his face.

you bounce on your heels, waiting for bill to come over to the bike rack, where you’d agreed to meet. after what feels like forever, you spot him walking towards you. “bill!” you exclaim, running towards him with your arms out. you see a smile light up his face, and he stretches his arms out as you reach him. “that was so cool!” you say, your voice muffled by his arms around you. “y-yeah?” he asks, and you nod. “mhm! you’re really good.” he kisses the top of your head, “th-thank you,” before pulling away from the hug, “you r-ready to go?” he asks, and you nod. the two of you walk the short distance to the bike rack. you hop onto your bike, a cherry red cruiser with a woven basket, and bill gets onto silver.

you’re lying on your back on bill’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. “hurry up!” you call out, partially joking. a moment later, he opens his bedroom door, and you sit up. pulling a ringer tee over his head, he says “j-jesus christ, y/n, be puh-patient.” you shake your head. “i was! you just take forever in the shower!” he rolls his eyes, but you can see a small smile on his face. “yeah, oh-okay.” he walks over to his bed, and you move so he can get comfortable. lying down on his back, he motions you back, patting his chest. you smile, and lay your head down, closing your eyes. “‘m gonna take a nap,” you mumble sleepily, feeling his hand on your head, stroking your hair. “a-alright. s-sleep well, y-y/n.” you smile. “you too, bill.”

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In Your Corner | bill denbrough

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

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.”

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Masterlist (Updated)

Hey!! I'm so sorry for being gone so long and not updating anything. Life has kinda sucked, but it's getting better slowly but surely. HOPEFULLY, I might start posting again, but I have changed some things. So here are the updated people/things I write for!

Started: 3.31.24

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Stranger Things

Oneshot, Imagines, Reactions, Fluff, Angst

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Max Mayfield

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Eleven

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Eddie Munson

BTS

Oneshot, Imagines, Reactions, Fluff, Angst

Kim Namjoon (RM)

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Min Yoongi (Suga)

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

Park Jimin (Jimin)

Kim Taehyung (V)

Jeon Jungkook (Jungkook)

Date Night

Stray Kids

Oneshot, Imagines, Reactions, Fluff, Angst

Christopher Bang (Bangchan)

Lee Min Ho (Leeknow)

Seo Chang Bin (Changbin)

Hwang Hyun Jin (Hyunjin)

Lee Felix (Felix/Yongbok)

Kim Seung Min (Seungmin)

Yang Jeongin (I.N.)

IT

Oneshot, Imagines, Reactions, Fluff, Angst

(Older & Younger)

Richie Tozier

Disant pt. 1 pt. 2

Beverly Marsh

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

Mike Hanlon

Bill Denbrough

Stanley Uris

This is going to be who I write for for now, unless you have any suggestions/requests and I will either give it a shot or say I won't be able to do it. ALSO, I might try and do text posts for some of these!

Love ya Chickadies <3!

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Helping Hands

Word count:1.7k

Warnings: description of minor wounds

About: Stan didn't expect to meet Bill especially not in this way but after helping him out after a biking accident he finds himself wishing to spent more time together.

A/N: I got impatient at the end so its a bit rushed 😅

Stanley Uris never really knew much love, at least not the kind of love he wanted to experience. Sure, his parents loved him, but even that felt fake at times, no Stanley wanted to feel desired, he wanted to hold a special place in someone's heart, a place reserved for him and him alone. The type of love that would bond their souls, wispy tendrils reaching out and tying together, becoming solidified. Although Stanley yearns for this love he never thought he would get to experience it for himself, only able to stare from afar, reaching out for something he could never have.

     That was until he met him. Stan has seen him around before sure, but he's never really known him. Perhaps this was destiny, an event that had been unknowably predetermined by the universe since before he was even born, perhaps there is no such thing as fate, only consequences of actions. That was neither here nor there; however, the topic of fate versus free-will is a debate that Stanley is concerned with at the moment. 

     The meeting, in Stan's eyes, was one of the best things to happen to him so far in his life, the meeting that shaped his future in more ways than he could ever know.

     It was a normal day, stan recalls nothing particularly exciting had happened and he was content with the state of content he found himself in. His mood, however, was quick to change when it happened.

     The school day was nothing interesting, same old teachers, same old classmates, same old boring assignments, no, it was what happened after the school day that flipped the whole day on its side.

     Stanley had been walking home from school, bike at his side, taking in the afternoon breeze when he heard it, a loud crash, followed by a dull smack of skin on concrete, trust him Stanley has taken enough tumbles to be familiar with the sound. Snapping his head down from the sky, where it had been positioned previously, he took in the concerning scene. A bike, laying on its side, looking a little beat up but nothing too concerning, what was concerning however, was the boy on the ground his hands and knees firmly planted on the concrete of the sidewalk, a bike crash Stanley determined and a pretty bad one too based on the state of the boys hands, which had been raised to the boys eye level to assess the damage. Stanley's immediate thought, being a very morally inclined person, was to assist the boy, or at the very least ask him if he was alright, so he did just that. 

     "Are you ok, that looks pretty bad" Stan inquired, but immediately backtracked knowing that the boy was in fact not alright, his palms and fingertips were covered in bloody scrapes with small rocks embedded into his skin, Stanley assumed his knees were in a similar state. 

     The boy gazed up at Stanley following his question, "i'm alright I th-think, thanks" he lied, his voice laced with faint traces of pain, his face showed similar signs of pain, a grimace painted on his mouth and scrunched eyebrows simply proved Stanley's theory, this boy was not ok even if he said he was 

     Stanley, deciding to call him out, spoke, "well you're obviously not ok, I mean do you see the state of your hands?" Stan asked, a small chuckle, lacking any humor, made its way out of his lips. Stan knew the boy would need some form of medical attention, knowing that he would feel guilty if he simply walked away from this, he decided to provide it himself, his house was just down the street anyway, and it was the least he could do, " come on, my house is just down the street those hands really need to get disinfected, probably your knees as well they're most likely scraped up too", Stan offered, while not giving the boy much room to argue.

     "Oh, no it's ok it's not that bad, my house isn't too far from here, don't worry about me" the boy dismissed Stan's offer, probably not wanting to be a burden.

     " that wasn't a question, that needs to be taken care of, my house is closer anyway and i'm offering to help you, so come on, I can push your bike", Stan's voice held no traces of irritation, simply firmness, he wasn't about to just abandon him there.

     The boy's eyes narrowed in contemplation." You're sure it's not an issue, I don't want to be a burden or anything" the words coming from the boy's mouth made Stanley sigh, " why is this kid so stubborn? "

     "I am one hundred percent positive you won't be a burden, now stop being stubborn and let's go" walking towards the boy as he spoke he grabbed his arm and pulled the boy off the ground, not wanting to cause further pain by grabbing his hand. After the boy was steady on his feet he grabbed the boys bike, along with his own and started off to his home, looking back to make sure the boy was following him

     Stan's gaze snapped the boy out of his trance, quickly limping towards him to keep up. After a few seconds of uncomfortably silence Stan broke the tension with a question "my name's Stan Uris, yours?" 

     "Bill,Bill Denbrough" came the boy's response. 

     "Well Bill Denbrough, what happened to cause a crash like that?" Stan referenced the event that brought them to this point.

      "Think it was a rock or something, i'm not quite sure", Bill answered the question, voice relaxed now that the tension was broken.

     "Must have been some rock, I mean with that amount of damage you'd have thought it was a Boulder or something", Stan's joke earned a laugh from Bill, and Stan smiled at the boy in return. Looking ahead Stan realized that his house was just a few steps away and informed Bill of this fact. When he got close enough to the front steps of his house Stan gently placed both of the bikes on his lawn putting his kickstand down, but not seeing one on Bill's bike, he simply set it on the ground.

     Stan gestured for Bill to follow him as he claimed the concrete steps in front of his house, opening the door for him to walk in first. Stan walked in behind him and closed the door. "My rooms just up the stairs" said Stan, moving towards the stairs, Bill said nothing in return but nodded his head in response. Walking up the stairs and down the hallway Stan came face to face with the door of his bedroom. His hand grasped the knob twisting it and pushing it open, stepping inside he held the door for Bill who stepped into the room cautiously.

     "Take a seat on the bed i'll just go grab some disinfectant and stuff, it'll just take a minute" Stan informed the boy staring out the door to his bathroom, when he arrived he opened up the cabinet and retrieved the needed supplies from within, disinfectant spray, gauze, and  medical tape he also wet a rag with warm water to wipe off the dirt and rocks on Bills hands and knees. Stan rushed back to his room, not wanting Bills injuries to go untreated any longer than they already have. He quickly returned to his bedroom entering once again and approached his bed, where Bill was sitting. 

     "Alright, give me your hands, I'll do those first and then your knees" Stan gestured to Bills hands. Bill obliged and Stan got to work, taking the wet rag and gingerly running it over Bills hands feeling sorry as Bill hissed in pain "sorry" Stan apologized before returning to the task at hand more gently this time first removing all the dirt and rocks from that hand before moving on to the other. There was a comfortable silence between the two only broken by the occasional sounds of pain from Bill and subsequent apologies from Stan. Satisfied with the cleanliness of Bills palms and fingers Stan then moved on to Bills knees. Stan placed a hand on bills calf raising his leg up slightly in order to get a better angle. Following the same routine he had for his hands gently swiping the rag across his skin untill All the debris disappeared. Stan made quick work of cleaning Bills knees, "now its time for the hard part, the disinfecting" Stan warned, knowing that it wouldn't be pleasant. 

     "Its fine, it won't be that bad" Bill reassured 

     "That's what you think, this stuff burns pretty bad",Stan informed, shaking the bottle of disinfectant spray if front of Bill Stans words were not at all reassuring.

     "I can handle it" Bill said teasingly. To which Stan replied,

     "If you say so", Stan raised the disinfectant spray to Bills knees and spritzed the wounds, trying his best to be quick. Once again Bill hissed in pain, the burning feeling worse than he thought it would be.

   "Told ya" teased Stan.

     "Oh hush, it's nothing I've had worse" Bill joked back.while the disinfectant was doing its job of disinfecting, stan applied some to Bills hands, earning the same sound of pain, this time was worse though, the injuries on his hands were worse than his knees "sorry" Stan said apologetically, before setting the bottle down and picking up the gauze and tape. Placing the gauze onto the injuries on bills knees, long strips of tape holding them in place. His hands required a diffrent approach, wrapping the gauze around his hands and fingers and then taping it into place securely.

     "All done" said Stan, standing up from his previous kneeling position.

     "Thanks" Bill spoke with appreciation tworads Stans actions.

     "Its no problem, I'm just glad I could help" Stan reassured.

     "Hey stan… would you wanna hang out sometime or something?" Bill asked, working that Stan would refuse his offer.

     "Oh… yea sure just call me and I'll be there" Stan spoke, glad that Bill had asked the question that he himself had been contemplating on asking. 

     The two boys made their way downstairs and to the front door, goodbyes were said and plans were made. Bill reluctantly left Stans house, grabbed his bike and pushed it to his own home. 

     One thought was on both boys minds, "he's really cute".

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violence

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‣ Jason Voorhees : Friday the 13th

‣ Bubba Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, & Thomas Hewitt : The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

‣ Brahms Heelshire : The Boy (2016)

‣ Billy Lenz : Black Christmas (1974)

‣ Vincent Sinclar, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, & Nick Jonas : House of Wax (2005)

‣ Stu Macher & Billy Loomis : Scream

‣ Leslie Vernon : Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

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‣ Carrie White : Carrie

‣ Danny Johnson, Anna, & Amanda Young : Dead by Daylight ‣ You may ask me to try any DBD character though!

‣ Corey Cunningham : Halloween Ends (sparingly)

‣ Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson : Stranger Things (sparingly)

‣ Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom : IT (1990, 2017, & 2019) (sparingly)

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Now You See Me

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Reddie oneshots/prompts

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Iainth by notjuli_4444 Using ChatGPT to give me prompts to write about the boys preview for my first oneshot "snowed in together" ">prompt (from Chat GPT): "After getting lost in the city's snowy maze of alleys during a dare from their friends, the two boys take refuge in an abandoned café." ..... The door jangled as the last person expected waltzed through the door. "Hey, you all miss me or what?" Richie had gotten significantly taller, he was about 5'11 but he told everyone he was 6ft and no one had fact checked him yet. His dark, slightly curly hair was just overgrown it was annoying, falling over his eyes. His red glasses had stayed the same, but he grew into them, giving him a young and playful look. His eyelashes were long and exaggerated by his glasses and his teeth, never fixed, were still lightly crooked in a charming way. He had on a few rings, necklaces, and a less bright but still annoying pale blue button up with cartoon snow men on it, covered by a small grey jacket. His slightly baggy black jeans were rolled up to his ankles to avoid getting them wet in the snow. And he looked just as good as ever, he thought begrudgingly. "Absolutely not." commented Eddie." Words: 3553, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier's Parents, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Beverly Marsh Additional Tags: First Kiss, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide, Fix-It of Sorts, Inspired by Music, Aged-Up Character(s), Post-IT (2017), Sad read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Iainth

[occasionaloneshots]

I should be working on my DBDA longfic or my own personal horror novel but instead it's somehow turned into me picking a Bill Denbrough oneshot back out of the google docs of fanfiction past. Why am I sitting at work writing about blowjob shots? What am I becoming?

[emxisms]

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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

What I will write:

✧ Fluff

✧ Headcanons

✧ Oneshots

✧ Multi-Chapter Stories

✧ Angst

What I will not write:

✧ Smut

✧ Any triggering topics.

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

𝕲𝖑𝖊𝖊 ⬎

✧ Sam Evans

✧ Quinn Fabray

✧ Finn Hudson

𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝖂𝖆𝖝 ⬎

✧ Bo Sinclair

✧ Lester Sinclair

✧ Vincent Sinclair

✧ Carly Jones

✧ Nick Jones

✧ Wade

✧ Paige Edwards

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 ⬎

✧ Rick Grimes

✧ Daryl Dixon

✧ Carl Grimes (Seasons 8+)

✧ Michonne

✧ Maggie Greene

✧ Glenn Rhee

𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑 ⬎

✧ Sam Winchester

✧ Dean Winchester

✧ Castiel

✧ Rowena Macleod

✧ Charlie Bradbury

𝕿𝖊𝖝𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖜 ⬎

✧ Tex Sawyer

✧ Bubba Sawyer

✧ Vilmer Slaughter

✧ Richter

✧ Thomas Hewitt

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖞 ⬎

✧ Brahms Heelshire

✧ Greta Evans

✧ Malcolm

𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ⬎

✧ Eddie Munson

✧ Jonathan Byers

✧ Argyle

✧ Jim Hopper

✧ Joyce Byers

✧ Steve Harrington

✧ Nancy Wheeler

✧ Robin Buckley

✧ Chrissy Cunningham

𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ⬎

✧ Jasper Hale

✧ Edward Cullen

✧ Carlisle Cullen

✧ Alice Cullen

✧ Bella Swan (Vampire & Human)

✧ Rosalie Hale

✧ Emmett Cullen

✧ Esme Cullen

✧ Charlie Swan

𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 ⬎

✧ Stu Macher

✧ Billy Loomis

✧ Sidney Prescott

✧ Tatum Barber

✧ Randy Meeks

✧ Gale Weathers

✧ Tara Carpenter

✧ Sam Carpenter

✧ Ethan Landry

✧ Kirby Reed

✧ Chad Meeks

✧ Danny Brackett / 'Cute Guy'

✧ Quinn Bailey

✧ Wayne Bailey

𝕴𝕿 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔 ⬎

✧ Richie Tozier

✧ Beverly Marsh

✧ Eddie Kaspbrak

✧ Bill Denbrough

✧ Stanley Uris

✧ Mike Hanlon

𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 ⬎

✧ Gloria Prichett

✧ Haley Dunphy (Adult)

✧ Phil Dunphy

✧ Claire Dunphy

✧ Dylan Marshall

𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 ⬎

✧ Fiona Gallagher

✧ Lip Gallagher

✧ Ian Gallagher

✧ Mickey Milkovich

✧ Carl Gallagher (Adult)

✧ Veronica Fisher

✧ Kevin Ball

✧ Jimmy / Steve Lishman

✧ Svetlana Yevgeni

✧ Sean Pierce

✧ Sierra Morton

𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 ⬎

✧ Spencer Reid

✧ Aaron Hotchner

✧ Derek Morgan

✧ Jennifer Jareau

✧ Emily Prentiss

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𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 ☑️

🔘 : Off

☑️ : On

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

happier // Bill Denbrough

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: breakups, headache, angst, slight stalking, sadness

we broke up a month ago

your friend’s aren’t mine, you know, i know

you’ve moved on, found someone new

one more girl who brings out the better in you

Dating Bill Denbrough was one of the happiest summer’s of your life. You spent every day with him and his friends, growing closer to them every day. The five of you were inseparable. That was the greatest summer you’ve ever had. You thought nothing could ever tear you apart. You loved Bill, and he said that he loved you. He seemed to mean it too. But after everything, how could he?

and i thought my heart was attached

for all the sunlight of our past

but she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty

does she mean you forgot about me?

When the summer ended and school started again, something happened. Something changed. Bill seemed distant. He was rarely around you anymore, and no one would tell you why. You tried to still be friends with Stan, Richie, and Eddie, but since they were always with Bill it was hard. He rarely talked to you for the first few months of school. But then, Georgie disappeared. And suddenly he was back. Clinging onto you, not knowing where else to turn to. And you took him back. Brushing it off as nothing.

oh, i hope you’re happy, but not like how you were with me

i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go

so find someone great, but don’t find no one better

i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

It was the last day of school. And some part of you hoped that maybe things would go back to the way it used to be. Maybe Bill wouldn’t be so distant. Maybe the tension between everyone would disappear, and you would finally have your friends back. But after the final bell rang, Bill pulled you aside, and said he didn’t want to be with you anymore. He wasn’t ready to be with someone right now. It hurt, but you went with it, wanting him to be happy. Maybe, someday when he was ready, he would come back.

and do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?

an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean

remember when i believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

It turns out he was ready to get back into a relationship sooner than you thought. You were biking through Derry, trying to waste the day away, when you saw him with Beverly Marsh. She was riding behind him on his bike, hugging him closely. And seeing them together hurt. That was supposed to be you. You were supposed to be with him, not her. You wanted him back. Part of you was happy that he was happy again, but you wanted him to be happy with you, not someone else.

and now i’m picking her apart

Like cutting her down make you miss my wretched heart

but she’s beautiful, she’s kind, she probably gives you butterflies

They were together all the time now. It’s like they were inseparable, like how the two of you used to be. Richie, Eddie, and Stan were there too. It’s like she took your place. She stole your friends. Your life. Everyone you’ve ever loved. It was all hers now. And there were two new people who you didn’t know. It was as if he wanted everyone except you around. He left you and moved on, finding new friends, and someone new to love. And the worst part was, you couldn’t even hate Beverly. She was amazing, beautiful, and one of the nicest girls you’ve ever met. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t hate someone as perfect as her.

i hope you’re happy, but not like how you were with me

i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go

so find someone great, but don’t find no one better

i hope you’re happy, i wish you all the best, really

You saw them kiss. They were really together now. This was really happening. The small shards of hope you had of getting back with him were disappearing. You were happy that he found someone who made him happy, but it still hurt. Was he happier with her? Were you not good enough for him? Why did he leave you? Did he love her all along? Hundreds of questions flooded your brain as you quickly pedaled away. You couldn’t bear to see them together any more. It hurt too much.

say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

and think of me fondly when your hands are on her

i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

“You’re with her now, aren’t you?” you asked Bill as you walked towards him.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling softly.

“She makes you happy, doesn’t she?”

He nodded, smiling once more.

“Does she make you happier than I did?”

He didn’t answer this time. Tension grew between the two of you as he avoided your question. At that moment Beverly walked over to the two of you, a bright smile on her face as she ran over and wrapped her arms around Bill.

“Hey! You’re y/n, right?”

You nodded, trying to wear a fake smile.

“I’m Beverly,” she said, smiling at you, draping one arm over Bill.

“Nice to meet you.”

“So what were you two talking about?” she asked, her smile never faltering.

“Nothing really, just catching up. Anyways, I should get going now. Bye,” you muttered softly before getting on your bike and leaving.

Even though he didn’t answer you, you knew what he meant. He was happier with her. She was better for him than you were. And no matter what you did, nothing would ever change that.

i hope you’re happy, just not like how you were with me

i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go

so find someone great, but don’t find no one better

i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

[good-doctor-imagine]

Wingman (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Fem!Reader

Prompt(s): A86. “Because you’re so young.” / B43. “We’re friends, you can tell me anything.” from @swanimagines​’s prompt list [xxx]

Summary: Georgie seems too young to know anything about love but that doesn’t mean he can’t be his big brother’s wingman.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I’m sorry if this one is a bit different from normal. I’m trying to get back into writing and for some reason I felt out of my element while writing this one.

Your hand swung side to side as you waved back at your friends. Behind you, Bill offered a sheepish smile to his friends, fiddling with the house key in his hand as he walked to the front door. After saying goodbye to your friends, you turned around and followed closely behind Bill, rocking on your heels as he messed with the keys.

A few moments of struggling later, you two were able to step foot in the house. Your shoulders relaxed at the familiar atmosphere. You'd known Bill for a long time since both of you were in kindergarten. His house was not something new to you, you had plenty of playdates as a kid and every summer you would spend practically every weekend in his house.

"(Y/n)!" Georgie came running down the stairs, a wide smile plastered on his face. Your hands shook a little as you extended your arms towards him out of worry. Thinking you were offering a hug, Georgie only ran faster and jumped into your arms as soon as he made it to the entrance.

You let out a surprised noise as you were pushed back a bit from the young boy's strength. It was a bit shocking realizing how much Georgie had grown up.

"Georgie, you scared me," You sighed, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a squeeze. "You shouldn't run down the stairs with socks on."

Georgie separated from you and shook his head, playfully pouting at your scolding. In response, you ruffled his hair, making him laugh.

"Why do you like (Y/n) doing that but not me?" Bill questioned, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Because it's (Y/n)," Georgie simply shrugged before running off into the living room.

"I don't get why he likes you more, I'm his brother," Bill grumbled, sending you a fake glare.

You smiled at him and raised your hand, extending your arm towards Bill's head. "Oh, I'm sorry," You grinned mischievously, "Were you jealous? Did you want me to mess with your hair too?"

Bill's eyes widened as he dodged your hand, feet scurrying into the living room to get away from you. Laughing, you followed him, leaning over the sofa to ruffle his hair. Bill frowned and quickly grabbed the throw pillow sitting on the couch next to him. You didn't get much time to react before he swung the pillow and hit you straight in the face.

You stumbled back, a hand covering the side of your head. Bill dropped the pillow and immediately ran towards you, waving his hands around frantically. "Sorry! I'm sorry I thought you would dodge it!"

You chuckled at your friend and hit his arm, sending him a smile. Bill's shoulders dropped at your gesture and an embarrassed smile replaced his panicked expression.

"(Y/n), are you staying the night?" Georgie asked from the sofa.

"No." Georgie frowned and sunk into the couch slightly. "But I am staying for dinner. I'm leaving when your parents get back."

"Then can we watch a movie before dinner?" Georgie gazed at the two of you with puppy dog eyes.

You smiled at him and looked over at Bill. Bill grumbled and walked off, heading to the basement to grab their box of DVDs.

As Bill took his time searching for the DVDs, you took a seat next to Georgie, relaxing into the cushions of the sofa. When Bill disappeared into the basement, Georgie leaned over to whisper in your ear.

"Why are you being weird around Billy?"

Your heart froze for a second as you struggled to respond. How did his little brother even notice anything?

"Ah, it's nothing..." You responded, keeping your eyes on the TV to avoid eye contact.

"We're friends, you can tell me anything," Georgie added, leaning in front of you so you couldn't avoid his gaze.

"No, I can't."

"Why?"

"Because you're so young," You rolled your eyes, once again reaching out to mess with his hair.

This time, Georgie dodged your hand and shook his head at you. "I'm six," He defended.

"Exactly." Georgie angrily sunk into the couch, turning his head away from you. Sighing, you leaned towards him. "Sorry, Georgie. I will tell you some other time, okay?"

Georgie grumpily turned back, arms crossed in front of his chest. You had to keep yourself from laughing at the resemblance the two brothers had.

"I'm back," Bill announced, closing the basement door with his foot. "Pick the movie, Georgie."

•••

The movie was a bit awkward, to say the least. You sat between the two brothers, Georgie curled into your side as Bill fidgeted next to you every few minutes. Whenever Bill would move closer to you, Georgie would pull you towards him. By the end of the movie, Georgie was practically sat on your lap. Bill had given up, jaw clenched as he stared at the screen. Anyone could tell he was upset. His brother was supposed to be his wingman, after all.

When the credits started rolling, you stretched slightly, trying not to disturb Georgie as he slept.

"I'll order pizza." Bill shot up from the sofa and sped to the kitchen, his face red as he passed by you.

You watched as Bill strode out of the room, obviously not in the greatest mood. You bit your lip as your mind wandered to what your friends told you yesterday.

"You should just tell him," Beverly stated simply as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Wha– no!" You dismissed her idea, "That is not what I should do."

"Come on," Richie rolled his eyes, "As if he'd say no. Big Bill is practically whipped for you."

"That's not true," You shot at him, "Bill only thinks of me as his friend. We've known each other for a long time."

Richie dragged his palm down his face and groaned, tired of your excuses. Beverly shook her head at your words.

"Which is why you should tell him," Eddie joined in, "Bill understands you more than anyone, right?" You nodded. "Then he should understand."

"Ugh," You complained quietly, rubbing your forehead to relieve your headache.

"(Y/n)?"

The quiet voice made you jump slightly. "Yeah?"

"Do you like my brother?"

"Georgie!" Your voice rose, panic beginning to kick in. "Why would you say that?"

Georgie grinned sleepily at your reaction. "Y'know, Bill won't stop talking about you."

Your heart froze for a moment. "Really?"

"Mhm!" Georgie enthusiastically nodded, "I don't really get it, I think girls have cooties."

You looked down at him, noticing he was still curled into your side. "You think I have cooties?" You playfully asked, hands coming to his sides.

"Well, you're a girl, aren't you?"

As soon as he answered, you moved your fingers along his sides, making him squeal.

"Aha!" Georgie started laughing hysterically from your sudden tickle attack.

"Take it back!" You yelled jokingly, your smile widening.

"I'm sorry! You don't have cooties! You don't have cooties!"

"That's what I thought," You chuckled, standing up from the couch.

Georgie took a few seconds to catch his breath. By the time he calmed down, Bill entered the room, looking between the two of you.

"I heard yelling?"

You smiled over at Georgie before turning back to Bill.

"It was nothi–"

"I told (Y/n) you have a crush on her."

Bill's eyes blown wide at his brother's statement. The smile that was on your face disappeared when you processed his words.

"Y-You did w-what?" Bill stuttered, his face turning completely red as he stared at Georgie.

Georgie smiled mischievously as he pointed at you. "And (Y/n) said she has a crush on you too!"

Your throat went dry as your hands shook. You didn't say that, but it wasn't like Georgie was wrong.

"G-Georgie," Bill gritted his teeth, taking steps toward his brother.

"I'm going to my room!" Georgie giggled, running around the couch and sprinting up to his room to avoid his big brother's wrath.

The room was silent when Georgie left, leaving you and Bill alone together.

"Well, this isn't how I expected this to go," You rubbed the back of your head as you tried to swallow down your embarrassment.

"You really like me?" Bill questioned.

You looked at him. Surprisingly, all of the anger he had a few seconds ago disappeared as he stared at you. Instead, it was replaced with longingness and fear.

"I mean," You stumbled with your words, "Yeah, I do like you."

Bill's face once again bloomed red at your words. He coughed nervously and covered the bottom half of his face with his hands.

"I like you too."

Despite how tense the situation was, you laughed at Bill's confession. "I kind of figured that after what Georgie said."

"Shut up," Bill mumbled, hanging his head.

When your laughs died down, Bill rose his head and walked towards you, pushing his lips.

"Do you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime?" Bill asked quietly.

"I'd love to," You responded, your chest fluttering at his words. Was this even real?

"Cool," Bill nodded. It was silent for a few more seconds before both of you started to laugh.

"Georgie is really smart for his age," You wiped the tears that pooled in the corner of your eyes.

"He can't keep secrets," Bill protested but a wide smile was still on his face.

"Obviously not," You shook your head. "But maybe that's for the best."

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

A universe where Georgie Denbrough forgets his rain boots

(Ao3 Link)

There is a universe where Georgie Denbrough doesn’t die.

There is a universe where Georgie Denbrough leaves his rain boots by Bill’s door when he crawls up on her bed begging a playmate and is too excited by his new boat to remember them.

There is a universe where Bill Denbrough drags herself, groaning, out of bed and down the street, tired and grumpy and not nearly as sick as she’d pretended to be, Georgie’s little yellow rain boots bent up in the crook of her arm because she knows he’s not good enough at tying his shoes to wear his sneakers out in a storm like this.

There is a universe where Bill Denbrough sees the clown, just for a second, teeth bloody with what’s left of her little brother’s arm, as she drags him away from a sewer grate, chest soaked hot with his blood and screaming for help, screaming for someone. 

Her parent’s don’t come, but her neighbor does. After a while.

There is a universe where Georgie Denbrough looks tiny in a hospital bed, hooked up to too many machines and missing one arm, but alive.

“Mom.” Bill Denbrough says, in this universe, as her mother stands abruptly, lips set in a firm line and eyes watery, “Are you leaving?”

And her mother doesn’t look back at her, she just keeps walking towards the door.

“Mom. You can’t leave, Georgie-”

“I can’t. This is incredibly hard for me and I would like to go to sleep in my own bed.”

“But mom, he can’t wake up alone-”

“Then stay. I don’t care. I’m going home, Wilhelmina.”

She doesn’t know where her dad is, the last time she asked her mom said work, but that feels wrong, because Georgie is in the hospital, and the last time one of them had been in the hospital Bill had just needed to get her tonsils out, and he’d stuck to her side like glue. So had her mom.

But now Georgie has had his arm ripped off by a man in a sewer and they can’t even bother to be in the same room. They don’t even believe her.

There is a universe where Bill Denbrough misses school for two weeks, alone in a hospital room and surviving off vending machine snacks and whatever her friends bring her, waiting for Georgie to be ready to come home.

There is a universe where Bill Denbrough has two non-paying jobs before she’s thirteen. 

A full time clown hunter. (She’s going to get revenge, she’s going to protect her brother from the man in the sewer.)

A full time mother. (Georgie doesn’t mind surviving on boxed Mac and cheese and stolen-parent-credit-card paid for pizzas until Bill figures out how to make real dinners, and Bill pretends she doesn’t mind tucking her brother in every night and taking care of the space where his arm used to occupy for him and only having her friends over to her house where she can keep an eye on a six year old.)

Because there is a universe where Georgie Denbrough survives and his parents are still unraveled by what happened so badly they disappear.

Not really, they still keep their jackets on the coat rack by the door and watch TV in the living room at night, but they’re not always home, and they rarely take enough care to remember they have kids, past absent ‘Bill, watch your brother’s as they head out the door for another expensive, silent dinner at an expensive, silent restaurant without their children.

And there is a universe where Georgie Denbrough grows up with seven big siblings, protective and rowdy and the only friends he can really make because no one wants to be friend’s with the weird one armed boy in Derry, Maine. Six big siblings who look to his big sister for the same guidance he does.

There is a universe where Bill Denbrough has to grow up well before she finishes puberty. 

There is a universe where six years after Georgie Denbrough stands in Bill’s doorway, begging her to go play out in the rain with him, he stands in her doorway begging her not to go.

“Please, Bill, just... stay.” This universe’s Georgie whispers to his shoes.

“Buddy, y-you know I can’t.” She shoves another shirt into her suitcase, well-folded in the way only a person who has put away her brother’s laundry along with her own by herself for the past six years can.

“Then let me come with you! I would do so well in Chicago, I love the cold.”

Bill snorts, and zips the suitcase closed, shoving it to the floor to make room for him on the book-crowded comforter, she’s been sorting through her own personal library, trying to find out whats worth bringing and whats been so overly annotated it’s illegible.

“It’s p-pl-plenty cold- plenty cold in Maine, Georgie. Come- come on, you know I would if I could, but I’m not allowed to let- to let my little brother move into the dorms with me.”

“That’s stupid.” He grumbles, flopping back over a flatted pile of American Classics, arm shoved deep in his hand-me-down sweatshirt pocket from Bill’s short lived stint as Derry High School’s softball team before she had to quit because she couldn’t afford a new uniform and groceries at the same time.

“Hey, I’ll call all the time and you can come v-vv-visit whenever you want. It’s Illi-Ill-Illin- Chicago, not California.”

And the Georgie Denbrough in this universe grouses his acceptance with the unenthusiasm of a twelve year old whose about to be alone for the first time since his paper boat slipped down a sewer drain, and helps his big sister sort through her books at the promise of brownies after dinner tonight and a bus ticket to Chicago for Thanksgiving break.

There is a universe where Bill Denbrough gets twenty miles past Derry Town lines on a Greyhound, alone past a suitcase full of clothes and a backpack full of books, and forgets her promise to call her little brother tonight. 

There is a universe where Bill Denbrough settles into her new dorm room overlooking Chicago dumpsters and skyscrapers, trying to remember why her roommate being a ‘zoology major with a focus in ornithology’ or her RA’s penchant for playing Buddy Holly albums too loudly makes her feels so achingly homesick, forgets she promised her little brother a bus ticket to come down for Thanksgiving.

There is a universe where Bill Denbrough feels with a bone breaking crack that something is missing, that something is wrong, midway through a creative writing lecture. Where Bill Denbrough just keeps taking notes when she can’t remember what it is.

There is a universe where Georgie Denbrough waits in an empty living room for the phone to ring and checks the empty mailbox, and nothing ever comes. Where Georgie Denbrough realizes that his big sister, his big sister who could never do anything wrong, his big sister who was perfect, left him here and didn’t plan on coming back for him. 

There is a universe where Georgie Denbrough goes through High School alone, because five more of his seven big siblings abandoned him just like Bill, and Mike Hanlon keeps looking at him like he’s a puppy she’s personally hit by a car. 

There is a universe where Georgie Denbrough learns to cook, and folds his own laundry, and gets a part time job at the diner his sister used to work at before she left him.

There is a universe where no one attend’s Georgie Denbrough’s high school graduation, himself included, because he doesn’t want to hear the pity applause from an audience who thinks being an amputee is contagious. 

And he pretends it doesn’t bother him because this is a universe where both the Denbrough siblings have gotten very good at that: pretending that it doesn’t bother them that the world seems intent to drag them all the way under sea level only to slam them up hard against the shore, over and over and over again.

Bill Denbrough pretends it doesn’t bother bother her that something is always missing, a six year old boy shaped hole carved out of her chest and she doesn’t even know.

Georgie Denbrough pretends it doesn’t bother him when he’s in his freshman year at a community college, all the way out in California, and he comes across a book with his big sister’s face on the back cover and realizes that he just didn’t fit in her shiny new life full of book releases and movie deals and a big enough prescription drug problem that she can pretend she’s filled the boy shaped hole in her chest.

There is a universe where Georgie Denbrough doesn’t die.

There is a universe where Bill Denbrough still forgets she has a brother.

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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.”

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Masterlist

Started: 06/24/23

Last updated: 06/29/23

IT

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Richie Tozier Distant pt. 1 pt. 2 Beverly Marsh Eddie Kaspbrak Ben Hanscom Mike Hanlon Bill Denbrough Stanley Uris

BTS

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Seokjin Yoongi Hoseok Namjoon Jimin Taehyung Jungkook Date Night

Harry Potter

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasley George Weasley Fred Weasley Neville Longbottom Ginny Weasley Draco Malfoy Cedric Diggory Oliver Wood Seamus Finnigan

Stranger Things

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Steve Harrington Robin Buckley Eleven Max Mayfield Dustin Henderson Lucas Sinclair Mike Wheeler Nancy Wheeler Jonathan Byers Will Byers Eddie Munson

[losers-club-hcs]

I love how my moodboards get dramatically more likes than my actual writing... like my highest liked post with like 38 or so is a moodboard i spent like 10 mins or so on and the 1.7k word oneshot I wrote that took like an hour has 0 idk if it's because ppl don't really want to read longer things or if it's just not good but I just find it interesting.

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Blue is richie grey is eddie