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IF THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED NEVER HURT YOU, MAYBE IT WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOU. 🎈

Pennywise bonding with a teen!reader/ platonic

-> For technical reasons (for the plot to continue plotting), this chap focuses mostly on the past! Another thing... I appreciate your feedback and comments more than you realise, so don't hesitate to interact with my fics 🥺❣️

-> It's giving Stockholm Syndrome, I'm aware, but that's why it's called fanFICTION.

-> I think it's funny how each chapter turns longer than the last. I'm getting hooked to my own writing I guess.

-> Pennywise the Dancing Clown: A trans-dimensional entity that shapeshifts and feeds on the fear -and sometimes the flesh- of kids and animals. IT hibernates for 25 to 27 years, then wakes up for 12 to 16 months, manipulating reality and slipping past the notice of adults.

Listen to: Ilomilo by Billie Eilish

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Pennywise's POV 🎈

For five long years he has stayed awake, stalking the streets of Derry... waiting. Pennywise's usual cycle -hibernating after a killing and terrorizing spree- has been disrupted. This time, something -someone- kept him from descending to the deep slumber he usually craves.

He can't fully understand it, but it's because of you -the spark, the tug of connection he isn't familiar with. He's hunted countless children without a second thought. But with you... When he had expected you to cower and break, instead, you had resisted, you had played his twisted games and stared back at him without losing your soul. You had made him so curious. And that curiosity has gnawed at him enough to eat away at his rest, putting him in a sort of restless trance.

Every time he tries to slip beneath the Earth and to return to the darkness he came from, he feels a pull, a shudder that makes him cling to the surface for just a little more, for just another silly, little, stupid, meek year.

But as the years have been slipping by, something else has shifted in him as well -a subtle thing that feels almost like restraint. He still lurks in the shadows, his instincts are still telling him to frighten and to feed… but each time he sees you, that impulse falters. Instead of scaring you, he finds himself watching, almost guarding you from afar.

It feels a twinge of protectiveness -an urge that should definitely not exist in a creature made to hunt and devour. It doesn't get it, doesn't know why It lingers to ensure no danger befalls you, before It vanishes for the usual twenty-seven years. Almost as though, Pennywise the Clown is bound to you by something unexplainable, something that's kept him from retreating to sleep.

And It hates it.

The longer Pennywise watches, the more he wishes he didn't feel this way. But when he does try to stir up the familiar darkness within his core, it's dulled and quieted. All he knows is that his hunger has been overpowered by something else, something… protective.

And this fact is as unnatural as it is inappropriate, for no other than The Eater of Worlds.

1979 Derry, Maine

"Let's play another game..! I... There is... There's one we haven't played!"

The door creaked open and the clown stepped inside with a look you had never seen before on him. He wasn't smiling, wasn't performing... he was serious, unsettlingly so. A reminder that Pennywise wasn't -and isn't- a real clown, not in the way he pretends to be. Drool slipped from his red lips, glistening in the early morning light filtering through a crooked and badly shut window. He had probably just interrupted his breakfast -maybe to see you- and the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.

"What kind of game?" his voice rumbled low, sending a chill across your skin. Your stomach tightened and you swallowed down the bile that rose. His piercing, yellow gaze left you feeling exposed.

You struggled to think of something, anything that could buy you more time. You had to say something, or else he would just get pissed and maybe have you for breakfast, instead of the one he was -so rudely- interrupted from.

"The first one to… If I can name one friend before you do, I get to leave. If you win… You get to do whatever you want with me." You knew you were cornered, but the words had come out anyway.

A strange look flickered across his face.

"What's your name?"

You frowned at what sounded like an absurd thing to ask out of the blue. "Y/n."

He giggled.

"Oh really?! And I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown! Now we've both properly introduced ourselves... We can be friends!!!"

The point of the game was for you to win... but he just had to be a smartass.

"WE CAN'T- CAN'T BE FRIENDS!"

Pennywise pouted, almost like a child who's just been told no. You could see the contradiction in him as he considered your words -a clown who loves games, whose eyes practically gleam with excitement... and yet a predator who's always calculating, always one step ahead, keeping his prey exactly where he wants it. He knew you had just tried to outsmart him, yet he stepped closer, drawn in by the idea of another game. Your captor knew way more about you than you had realized -he had been watching you long before he had decided to 'kidnap' you.

Actually, your desperate answer made him leave his spot by the doorframe and advance toward you, crouching down to your eye level. You were paralyzed in fear he could probably smell. Even while holding your breath, you could feel his own on your face... It smelled like a butcher's shop.

"Don't. Shout. At. Me."

You nodded.

His drool was still glistening.

"You're not leaving either."

Another nod.

Then, he left the room.

Later, you'd realize he had let you have your way with that idiotic game purely out of boredom -a way to break up the ancient routine It'd followed since the beginning of time. But in that moment, you were just trying to survive.

What happened next is clouded in fragments, your memory blurred by fear -or maybe it's nostalgia. Somehow, over time, you became something to him. Indeed... a friend... of sorts.

As more days passed, you dared to start speaking more freely, filling the silence between you. You'd mention that you were cold, or hungry and he would tilt his head in that curious way of his. The next day, a bag of chips might appear on the bed. Once, you coughed, your throat parched. Fortunately, you managed to murmur "water". A few hours later, there it was -water in a bowl.

You found your book -Alice in Wonderland- left in a corner of the room. You read to him, each word trembling from your lips but never letting your voice falter fully. Pennywise would sit at the edge of the bed, sometimes even curling up like a cat -making you question if he had any bones-, his gaze fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. You were scared that when you finished reading the book, your life would end along with Alice's story.

But it didn't.

Still, sometimes you made desperate attempts to escape, bolting to the door. But he'd catch you with a taunting grin.

"Tag, you're it!" he'd chuckle, pinning you effortlessly. "Winner gets a prize!" he'd mock, as if the only reward he needed was to see your defeated face. But despite the mocking, the punishing appearances of the enormous cockroach stopped.

Even his gaze softened over time, slipping from the predator's yellow stare to an electric blue. The games also shifted -grew less cruel- and with them, so did he. He no longer seemed intent on hurting you and instead, observed you with a cautious neutrality.

Each day It brought you random bowls of food and water -most likely stolen from unsuspecting housewives... And sometimes, It would linger just outside the door, listening to your voice as you read to yourself.

One evening, you found yourself in the backyard, gazing up at a lilac sky. He had taken you there -unbeknownst to you- because he had brought a little snack inside and didn't want that to scare you.

You missed your old life with a pang that made your throat burn, a feeling so deep you didn't even notice him approaching. Without thinking, you pressed yourself into the clown's chest, burying your face against his ruffled collar. His strange scent -a mix of damp earth and something much older- washed over you and for the first time, you felt… safe with him.

He didn't hug you back, didn't mimic the gesture, but his voice murmured strange words about humans, their fragile nature and then the usual pet name he would call you: "little one".

It was then that you realized -he wouldn't hurt you. Not now. Not after all this time. But the realization broke something in you, a dam holding back all the emotions that had been bubbling under the surface.

"Y- You won. You won!" you stammered, choking back tears. "I'm your friend! Kill me now!"

You collapsed to your knees and he watched -bewildered- as tears streamed down your face. For a moment, he just stood there and watched you cry. Then, tentatively, he reached out in an almost inquisitive manner, to catch a tear with a long, white finger and taste it. He seemed to pause, reflecting on something only he could understand.

And then on another day, another attempt to escape. You had found a tiny window in the basement and tried to squeeze through it. But he noticed, his monstrous form scraping against the window's frame, shattering the glass in a frenzy to reach you.

When you saw the shards cutting into his skin... You froze, guilt flooding over you. You returned to his side while murmuring apologies, your hands trembling as you pulled the glass from his wounds, piece by piece.

He didn't attack you -just stared at you with a seriousness that sent chills down your spine. You knew in that moment, that you had crossed a line, that there was something between you that shouldn't have been there -because you could've left but didn't and because he could've killed you but didn't either.

When you finished pulling out the glass pieces, he was pouting at you. "Meanie..." he said and stuck his tongue out.

In the days that followed, Pennywise grew quieter. He watched you differently, as if seeing you with new eyes -ones that held a warmth you'd never expected. And in a way, it made you feel… comfortable. Comfortable enough that one day, you dared to reach out, brushing a hand along his white cheek.

He froze under your touch, as if unsure how to react -his usually fierce, yellow eyes softening to that strange blue. A low sound rumbled from him -somewhere between a purr and a growl- and he tilted his head, pressing into your hand like a cat, seeming almost… content.

But that wasn't right. He wasn't human and he definitely wasn't a pet. It was something ancient and boundless... and yet here It was, in its favorite form, accepting your touch and even starting to crave it. You pulled your hand away and his eyes opened, watching you in a way that felt unexpectedly intimate.

Time continued to flow onward.

You were now given strange meals in even stranger containers -a cracked bowl, a chipped mug, even a metal dish that you could have sworn was meant for a dog! He didn't seem to understand the details of human routines, didn't quite grasp what you needed beyond food and water. Yet he tried, even if it were in ways that felt utterly alien.

One evening, just as the sun began to dip, you asked if you could go outside again. You hadn't meant it as a real question, but in the morning, you found the door to the backyard unlocked.

You didn't dare leave the property, but you enjoyed how the air was fresh and the grass was soft and the sky a little cloudy. You stayed out until evening came.

Pennywise watched you from a distance, the colors of the twilight reflecting in his eyes, giving him an almost haunting beauty. He joined you, sitting in the overgrown grass... murmuring things in a language that sounded both ancient and musical, like whispers from an old spell.

In the quiet, you leaned against him, letting the stillness speak for you both. And though he didn't return the gesture, just like last time, he didn't pull away either. You looked up at the stars, feeling that deep ache for home... He patted your head in a comforting manner... and in that moment you could almost believe he was a friend.

You were just a kid, but even with your naivety, deep down you knew the truth -he was a monster that had killed before and would kill again. Yet for now, he seemed content with your presence, more curious than threatening. He tilted his head, watching you with softness in his gaze, as if pondering the mystery of your existence.

Somewhere in your heart, you felt the shift. Pennywise, the monster, had grown attached to you. And you… well, you couldn't deny the attachment had become mutual.

The days blurred together even more after that, filled with silly games, with quiet moments and fragments of a bond you could neither define nor understand.

And yet, even as you tried to push away the thought, you feared that someday he might wake up and no longer see you as friend, or even as a curiosity, but as something he was hungry for once more. Still, in the quiet of the night it felt like a small, tragic eternity -two beings from worlds apart, drawn together and held by something both tender and terrifying.

The last days in the house at Neibolt St were the strangest. Pennywise grew quiet, almost pensive, as if some hidden clock was winding down inside him. You noticed how his smiles and giggles were fading, as if the game he'd once delighted in was losing its thrill. Sometimes, he would simply watch you with an unreadable expression, his eyes that odd, bright blue that almost felt... sad.

You felt a pang of sympathy for him. For all his power and for all his malevolence, he was still somehow... alone. You had felt it in those strange moments when -almost wistfully- he'd listen to you talk and read.

The last night felt different, filled with an air of finality.

As you laid on your creaky bed, you noticed him standing in the corner of the room, like some sort of sleep paralysis demon. He was staring at you with an intensity that used to scare you three months ago. You felt the impulse to speak, but you knew he wouldn't respond. Instead, you held his gaze, feeling a strange sense of sorrow settle over you.

When he finally spoke, his voice was almost too soft to hear.

"Little one, when you leave…will you forget about me?"

The question caught you off guard and you didn't know how to answer. You wanted to tell him that you wouldn't, that everything you'd been through would be impossible to forget. But Pennywise knew that memories could fade, that as you grew older, the edges of this nightmare would blur.

You just stared at him, searching for the right words.

His eyes held a strange depth, a rawness you hadn't seen before. But he didn't wait for your answer. He simply turned, drifting back into the shadows as he whispered...

"The game isn't over."

And as he vanished, you were left in the cold darkness, with the silence pressing down around you like a final embrace. You clutched your knees to your chest, feeling the weight of those words settle heavily in your heart. You knew that even if you did forget him one day, some part of him would linger -an echo in the back of your mind, a memory that would never truly die.

That night, as sleep began to take you, you imagined him in the backyard... looking up at the stars and wondering if you'd remember.

It really felt like something precious had been taken away from you too early.

The next morning, you woke up in your own bed, in your home in Witchham Street.

For a moment you thought you'd died... Εveryone around you acted as though you'd never disappeared, as if those harrowing months at Neibolt hadn't happened at all. But there was one particular detail that hinted otherwise... A red balloon, floating silently at the edge of your bed.

That morning, you also got your period for the first time.

Stepping outside, the daylight was so bright and so warm, a stark contrast to the darkness you'd lived in for weeks. You squinted at the light, feeling almost as though you'd stepped into another world. It was hard to believe that just the night before, you had been in his arms -you had been seeking comfort from the monster who had held you captive.

Part of you seriously considered whether it had all been just a dream. Still, for days, you felt his absence like a missing heartbeat.

The world around you seemed much louder and the colors almost too vivid. Sometimes, you'd catch yourself looking for him in the shadows, half expecting to see his shape looming in the corners of your room.

At night you'd lie awake, thinking of his strange question...

"When you leave… will you forget me?"

You didn't know how to answer, even to yourself.

As much as you wanted to return to your old life and to move on from that nightmare, you felt a small part of you ache with the loss. You had lived through something impossible, something that had left you changed.

There was no going back to who you were before.

Over time though, the memory of him faded into something almost surreal. You didn't speak of it to anyone -the words felt fragile and sacred, as if telling the story might diminish it.

But the craziest thing that happened? You continued living as if everything was perfectly normal.

You only thought of Pennywise again that Christmas, in 1979...

The holidays had come to Derry and your family decorated the house with lights and garlands, the scents of pine and cinnamon clinging to every corner. There were gifts under the tree and snow falling outside the windows. Everything was festive and happy.

But when you woke up in your cozy little bedroom -on the 24th-, near the foot of your bed laid a single, crumpled sunflower. It must've been from the patch in the backyard where you'd sometimes sit with him, where the wildflowers had managed to grow despite the gloom. You held it gently, careful not to disturb its fragile petals. It felt like a memento of your time together -a reminder that what you had shared was real, however bizarre and terrifying.

On some nights, when the world was silent, you'd find yourself reaching for that sunflower, feeling the dried petals crumble beneath your fingertips. You'd lie awake, wondering where he was -if he still remembered, if he still waited. And though you'd never say it out loud, a small part of you hoped he did. Because no matter how much time passed, no matter how much you grew or changed, there was one truth you could never deny... He had left his mark on you, a scar that you'd carry forever.

And somewhere out there, you felt certain, Pennywise was waiting.

In the years that followed, you held onto those fleeting memories. They had a strange, magnetic pull -a mix of terror and fascination. You couldn't help but feel that if you let them slip, if you completely forgot, you'd be leaving behind a piece of yourself.

The Losers helped ground you.

They were your anchors to the present, pulling you back to laughter, to familiar faces and to the warmth of friends who shared their own scars and secrets. They never asked about the nightmares that sometimes made you stir, the shadows you occasionally saw out of the corner of your eye. And you never told them.

But there were also moments -quiet and lonely moments- when the weight of it all crept back, haunting you with unspoken questions. You'd wonder if he thought of you, if he missed you in his own twisted way. Did he ever feel the same hollow ache?

And deep down, you even wondered what might happen if he came back. Would he be nice and protecting? Or would he be just as monstrous and alien as before?

On some other nights, when the wind picked up, you swore you could feel his gaze -a distant yet familiar watchfulness that was both comforting and unnerving. It was as though he was still guarding you.

And so you moved forward, feeling the tug of those memories lessen but never fully vanish.

Would he stay away? Or would there come a day when that half-remembered monster with the childlike heart would find his way back to you?

1984 Derry, Maine

You tell yourself you hate Pennywise.

You tell yourself that, because you have to believe it is true, because that's the only way to move on. But deep inside your mind you can still feel him -his question echoing faintly in you, lesser and lesser each year, like a bond stretching thinner and thinner.

Currently, you're pondering over a glass of Cherry Coke. Yesterday, Bill had asked you about your dreams. He wanted to know if the clown that took away his little brother haunted you as well. You had simply shaken your head 'no', but the truth was the complete opposite.

Until you turned fifteen, Pennywise was still in your dreams. You remember those dreams even more vividly than your days in the house on Neibolt St...

You always had a strong imagination, which came with vivid dreams and equally vivid nightmares. In those dreams, Pennywise would come to you whenever you were scared. He'd pull you close in that tender way he never did in reality, fighting off every dark shape in your mind and then wrapping you in a kind of warmth you can't explain with words.

Sometimes, you'd apologize to him in those dreams -feeling an unnamed guilt- and he'd boop your nose with a soft and soothing "It's okie-dokie, Y/n."

Sometimes there'd be a red balloon waiting by your bed when you woke up, or maybe floating outside your school window. And on one specific evening, when the sadness felt like too much to bear, he appeared at the edge of your bed instead of the balloon. He hugged you and stayed with you until morning came, his glowing eyes softly illuminating the darkness. For once, they didn't scare you.

But as you grew up, you began to dream of him differently. In the nightmares, he'd chase you with a crooked smile and eyes that were dark with hunger, until you couldn't run anymore. Then you'd turn, tears streaming down your face, pleading with him and saying you were sorry over and over. You could never remember why you were sorry, but you knew that somewhere deep inside... you had hurt him. And somehow, you couldn't shake the feeling that it was you who'd let him down.

You tried to explain this to him, even though it was only in dreams -your Penny, who had watched over you. But he still seemed sad. So the dreams began to fade and he stopped showing himself altogether. Even then, you could still feel his presence, as if he was looking over you but choosing to stay hidden.

The few glimpses you have left are rather strange. Once, you had a dream with an uncanny intensity. It was the first different kind of dream -a dream where Pennywise was there as well, but puzzled, as you began to see him through a different lens. It left you feeling unsettled. Not sure what it meant, only that it somehow changed everything.

And still, each time you're scared, you call out for him in your dreams. You search, even while knowing he won't appear like he used to. Maybe it's because you had once blurted out that he was a killer, that he took innocent people like Georgie. It's all so blurry now, all these things you can't quite remember but can't entirely forget either.

You miss him.

You know Georgie's disappearance and so many others are somehow linked to that clown. But if his pattern is to stay on Earth for a year and hibernate for two decades (like Ben figured out), why then, hasn't he gone to sleep in five? It's almost as though he can't bring himself to leave.

Maybe you are asking too many questions. Or maybe you are starting to find the answers...

You're just a girl. And he… he's a boy in a strange, unfathomable way.

There are times when you think he's gone for good. But then there are other times -like when Oscar, the thick orange cat you've taken to caring for, curls up by you in a way that feels just a little too familiar. His stare, intense and watchful, feels more like an any ordinary cat.

You call him Oscar, but maybe -just maybe- you know it's him.

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Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My first Marvel story!!!!

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✴️🌀JAEDEN MARTELL X READER🌀✴️

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

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

Dear God, he's so hot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you hear about the party?" He asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She gave me an appreciative smile and said the same.

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

But of course my mind was still partially on him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jack"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"gross," Jaeden said laughing slightly.

"yeah..." I smiled at him.

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

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

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

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

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

"you done?" he asked me.

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

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

"what?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yes I did, I really really did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what else?" he asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jaeden peeked at me disbelievingly and shook his head.

"I dont believe you" he smiled

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my heart fluttered and I laughed shyly.

"not true" I countered.

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

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

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

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

He laughed.

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

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

"well why not?"

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

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

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

"well you started it!" I smiled back.

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

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

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

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

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

"look, wishes!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what was that?" I breathed out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He laughed and looked away a little guilty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, he's so perfect. 

[stephstars08]

On-Screen Kiss

Jonathan Brandis x Actress!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 1,542

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lady-targaryens-world]

Chapter 1: Return to Derry

English is not my first Language!

Pairing: Patrick Hockstetter

CHAPTERS: 1/?

UPDATES: Slow (very slow)

Fandom: IT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[def-livv]

I NEED MORE IT FANFICS😭😭

DOES ANYONE KNOW OF WRITERS THAT WRITE FOR IT??

[bethsvrse]

Hey do you take requests for Timothee Chalamet? if so I'd love one where he's sick from eating too much chocolate on the Wonka set and the female reader takes care of him

PAIRING Timothee Chalamet x fem!reader

A/N I love Timmy sm, hope you enjoy it!!!

WARNINGS mentions of vomiting/over eating. Shitty dialogue.

There were groans coming from the bathroom, waking you up from your sleep. You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you reach over and grab your phone from you bedside table. Turning it on, you winced at the light, quickly turning down your brightness. Once that was done, you checked the time.

4:27 am. A ghastly time for anyone to be awake. You turned off your phone and went to go snuggle back into Timothee, only to realise that he’s not there, which causes you to also realise the reason why you awake.

Another groan came from the bathroom. You sighed as you stood up out of bed and curiously walked toward the ensuite. Opening the door, you were once again, blinded by a light. Blinking away the brightness, you looked around the bathroom only to find Timmy leaning over the toilet.

You suddenly felt more awake, and you immediately kneeled down next to him, pushing his hair back. Timmy groaned again before vomiting once more. You rubbed his back in sympathy, “it’s okay baby, let it out.”

Timothee groaned as he pulled his head out of the toilet, “go back to bed, Y/N/N. I’m okay.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew Timothee had an issue with letting people help him. Being with him for 3 years, you can’t count the amount of times you tried to help him with things and him denying the help.

“Timmy, your obviously not okay. Please just let me help.” You tell him as you cup his face with your hands. He puts his hands on top of yours as he nods slowly, before gagging and throwing up in the toilet once more. You stand up and walk over to the sink to wash your hands. After you do that, you grab a face washer from one of the drawers and wet it.

You walk back over to Timmy with the washer in hand. He looks up at you and you almost cry with how much pain he looks to be in. You give him a small smile as you wipe his face. You flush the toilet, and stand up once more. “I’ll be back in a second, okay baby?” You tell him, only receiving a small nod in return.

You walk out of your guys bedroom and into the kitchen to grab a bucket. When you return, you see Timmy leaning against the bathroom door with a frown on his face. You give him a small smile before placing the bucket next to his side on the bed. “Did you brush your teeth?” You ask him and he nodded, crawling into bed with you. He snuggles his face into your chest before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“When did you start throwing up?” You question.

“I don’t know.” Timmy tells you. “I first threw up yesterday morning, but today my stomach is just not agreeing with me. I threw up twice before you came to help me.” He says.

You rub his back in sympathy. “Maybe it’s from all the chocolate you’ve been eating. I noticed you only had dinner on Monday but go through like, several packets of chocolate.”

Timothee looks deep in thought before agreeing with you, “your probably right…”

“I always am.” You tell him with a small laugh before getting comfortable yourself. “Maybe you should lay off chocolates for a few weeks.”

“Yeah, probably.” He mutters. You can feel Timmy’s body start to relax before you hear small snores from him. Leaning over, you turn off your bedside light, before falling asleep yourself.

A/N call me Bill Denbrough cause I dont know how to end a story!!!! 🤙

hoped you liked it though anon 💕

[zetmns]

✧ SPIDER BOY

“King of thieves!”

In which- bill always loved a girl he knew he couldn’t have someone the old classic bill denbrough couldn’t have. But could spiderman have her?

pairing: SpiderMan!bill denbrough x fem!reader

PARTS !- pt 1 !

PLAYLIST !- SPIDERBOY

✧ Starring !

-bill denbrough as Spider-Man

-Bill denbrough a 16 year old loser still with the group hes been with since he was 11 joining the school baseball team game him a bit of a not so much loser pass tho Just a normal little guy but not so much..

b.d: S-sorry d-d-didn’t mean to s-stare ur j-Just p-pretty.. W-Wait! Not l-like that!

S.m: H-hey beautiful w-what’s a girl Like y-you Doing out here?

Y/n L/n as the Highschool sweatheart

-Y/n l/n the 16 year old violin and soccer player definition of a parents perfect kid atleast from the adult perspective secretly a playful kid who would rather live her own life then be the perfect kid maybe a spider can help with that…

Y.l: Never thought I’d fall for a baseball player but I guess your an exception..

Y.l: hey Spidey i was wondering when I’d see my favorite insect again.

✧ Featuring !

Stanley Uris- Bills Bestfriend

Eddie Kaspbrak- signature germaphobe

Richie tozier- 1# lady lover (allegedly)

Mike Hanlon- the babysitter

Ben Hanscom- shakespear in disguise

Beverly marsh- the Juliet to Romeo (Ben)

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You Have A Cute Face/ Bill Denbrough x Reader:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bagerfluff]

Stutter Problems

Bill Denbrough x Male Reader

Prompt - “I personally love everything about you”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Even your stutter” 

[jakessbtch]

☆ request list | j.b

what i can/will write!

x reader [y/n, __, ect.] fluff, angst, smut character x character

what i will not write!

basics [r4cism, p3dophilia, ect.] smut for characters/persons under 18 y/o/a [including actors.] smut for ageless characters/persons. heavy gore. romanticization of SA, Gr00ming, SH, R4pe, ED's. abuse + physical/emotional cheating.

fandoms/persons i currently write for!

Trap House! Jake Webber. Sam Golbach. Colby Brock.

Youtubers! Tara Yummy. Johnnie Guilbert.

Spider-Man! Peter Parker [earth-199999/Tom Holland] Peter Parker [earth-120703/Andrew Garfield] Peter Parker [earth-96283/Tobey Maguire] Hobie Brown

IT [2019]! Bill Denbrough [19] Beverly Marsh [19] Richie Tozier [19 + Male Reader ONLY] Eddie Kasprak [19] Mike Hanlon [19] Ben Hanscom [19]

IANOWT! Stanley Barber Sydney Novak Dina Bryant Brad Lewis

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[greenandsorrow]

IF THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED NEVER HURT YOU, MAYBE IT WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOU. 🎈

Author's note; I used to have strange dreams as a kid. This story is heavily inspired by a series of dreams I had during my tween years.

Did you ever dream not of a scenario recurring, but continuing?

!!!!! The reader is a teenager. The relationships described in the fic are strictly platonic. My poor attempt at writing a threatening and scary environment is the only warning. And Pennywise is a warning himself I guess. This is a very weird, inner child, comfort thing for me... I apologise.

Dividers; @saradika-graphics, @cafekitsune, @strangergraphics

"Derry is a strange place. The fog settles low in the mornings, making the town look ghostly, almost unreal. The playgrounds are empty and quiet, swings moving slowly without any breeze. On foggy days, the whole town feels like a memory, faded and worn at the edges."

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4 (SOON)

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[walmarttrashbag]

Yandere Losers Club Headcanons

So many Losers x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

I need a longer break please...

Bill Denbrough:

Stuttering mess around you. Would kill Pennywise X10 for you... Even other people just for you, too....

Beverly Marsh:

Lesbian for you. She lost her feelings for Bill a long time ago when she saw you. Will burn people with her cigarettes for you.

Ben Hanscom:

Writes lots of poems for you. Will try to protect you around Henry and his goons. Things will get bloody.

Richie Tozier:

Will always make you laugh. Beats people up with his trusty bat. Lets you try his glasses.

Stanley Uris:

Is scared with you. Tries to comfort you. Let's you play with his ramen hair. Holds you so tight.

Mike Hanlon:

You already know. This man will murder for you. People and sheep are much different. Will show you so much love aftward.

[werrrrrd]

Jaeden martell x reader

Angst to fluff, break up, reconciliation, drunk Jaeden, crying, cuddling, changing clothes,

Things had been hard the past few months. The apartment felt empty, despite being filled with all of my things and decorated just how I liked. He wasn't here, and I didn't know if he was coming back. That's why it felt so empty. Why I felt empty. I knew that it was mutual. Things weren't working, we fought too much, but without him things felt even worse. If I had known that I would feel this way after the break up then I would have worked harder to fix it. But it was too late now. I bet he had already moved on.

I swallowed thickly as I watched my pasta cook. My eyes teared up in the steam but I blinked them away, tired of crying about him every night. But every day that he didn't reach out I felt more and more dread that soon I wouldn't be able to convince myself he was coming back. I was holding on to the hope that things would work out for us. We would come back together and everything would be ok again. But that hope was slipping and soon I wouldn't have anything to hold on to.

I was doing well at work, It served as an incredible distraction. But I couldn't stay there forever and even if I did, after a certain amount of hours, my mind would drift back to him. When I got home I would see his things, things I didn't have it in me to reach out and return to him yet. I would smell him on my sheets and hope that it lasted through the next wash. I would sleep in the bed that felt so big without him, making me feel even lonelier. And I would feel sick to my stomach with regret and worry for him unsure of how he was or what he was doing.

My pasta was done. I turned off the burner before I pulled out the strainer and drained the water out. I put some of it in a bowl and went to the fridge for the pesto. Before I got there there was a knock at the door.

I frowned and stopped still so that whoever was trying to sell me something wouldnt hear me and just leave so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. I waited in my spot still unmoving until I heard another knock and a voice, soft, timid... slurred?

"Y/n?"

I recognized it immediately. It was Jaeden

I rushed for the door and flung it open. There he was, head down leaning on the door frame haphazardly. When he looked up I saw his eyes were red and his cheeks wet with tears.

My heart felt like it was breaking all over again as his eyes went wide and filled with fresh tears looking at me.

"y/n," he whispered. I could tell he was drunk with the look he was giving me. "can I come in?" he asked quietly. I could barely speak. just looking at him was overwhelming, I knew I missed him but with him here in front of me I realized I missed him terribly, more than I thought I had. So much that it ached.

"...please?" he breathed out with desperate eyes. I crumbled and nodded before stepping aside so he could come in. Instead of going inside he came directly for me. He pressed his lips, wet with tears, to the corner of my mouth kissing me and wrapped his arms around me pulling me close. He corrected himself and found my mouth sighing in releif. I couldn't help myself but let him.

I moved my hands to his face and guided him to make this kiss less messy and kissed him back. He was trying really hard to impress me with this kiss I could tell, every move as calculated as he could be in his state. Slow, then fast, then slow again. Gentle and then desperate and pleading, then sure and stable. I let him lead, doing what he had to do. Then he pulled away.

His eyes searched mine looking for a reaction. My face was sad but I gave him a small smile, I just felt happy to see him, grateful that he was ok, even if ok meant drunk.

He breathed out nervously again and then put his head on my shoulder and trembled, crying again. His tears wet my shirt sleeve as I stroked his hair and rubbed his back. I never liked to see him like this but most of me was happy that he was here, that I could comfort him and hold him again.

"I'm sorry," he sniffled.

"shhhh, shhhh" I said softly "everything's okay,"

After maybe 5 minutes he pulled away and looked down miserably. I took his face in my hands and wiped the tears off of his face. He looked at me with starry shining eyes, filled with love. I couldn't bare to look at him so I brought him to the kitchen counter and sat him down.

He followed where I led him without question and sat down when I pulled out the chair. I went around the counter and gave him the bowl of pasta I had served up for myself and got the pesto and spooned some in for him. I got myself a bowl too. The whole time neither of us spoke.

"thank you," he mumbled and looked at me briefly before looking back down at his food and eating slowly.

"you're welcome" I said softly. Taking a couple bites before getting distracted by looking at him.

His hair had grown out and the back curled ever so slightly near his neck, the front was ruffled and messy, and yet he still looked good. I frowned thinking about how much we had changed in the last months. I wished I could have been there, to watch his hair grow out and see what he was doing with life, how filming was going. But his current life was a mystery to me, and mine to him. I knew his favorite stories and his moms nickname for him. I knew about his obscure dreams and his beliefs. I knew how he got the hiccups every time he drank hot chocolate cause he couldn't help but down it in 5 gulps. But I didn't know what he had done last weekend or where he had gone in the time that I hadn't seen him.

I also didn't know what this meant. Did he want me back? Was he just too drunk to think straight and came to the first person he thought of. Would he regret this later and leave me again.

Soon he finished his bowl. He sat still, looking at the counter blankly and started crying again. I went to him again and put my arms around him. He put his face in my neck and pulled me close again.

"I need you y/n" he said making my heart jump "We should have tried harder to fix things, I want to try again."

I stroked his hair softly.

"your drunk Jaeden" I said sadly "you don't know what you're saying."

"no." he looked up at me, his eyes strikingly clear. "no, I want you, I've been trying not to come back this whole time but every day I feel like I'm going to throw up just because I'm not with you and... I just... I couldn't stay away any more." He said, more tears slipping down his face. I knew he was being honest. I could always tell when he was lying

His hands were firm around my waist and he looked up at me from his seat. I wasn't sure still but his confession made me start to cry. I didn't really know what to do.

"please don't cry," he pleaded and put his hands on my face to wipe the tears as they came. I shook my head overwhelmed slightly and pulled myself out of it. I took his hands in mine and closed my eyes.

"ok," I said "lets.... lets go lay down." I looked at him again. The corners of his lips curled just the littlest bit in a smile that warmed my heart. He nodded and let me pull him towards my bed.

I went to my closet and pulled out a t shirt to change into. I looked over at him just a few places behind me and watched him look away shyly. I pulled my sweater off and slipped on the t shirt, I was already wearing shorts so I didn't feel the need to change bottoms. When I looked back at him he was still looking at the floor respectfully.

"you can look now," I said. He looked up at me and smiled sweetly again. This time it didn't look so hard for him to smile fully. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"do you want anything to change into?" I asked looking at his shirt and jeans, both were slightly more on the dressy side and not the most comfortable for sleeping. he nodded

"if you have anything," he said quietly. It seemed like he was sobering up a little bit but still had that love sick look on his face that I thought must be the alcohol buzz lingering.

I looked through my closet and pulled out one of my larger t shirts and a pair of pajama pants that should both fit him. I handed them to him and he took them, eyes watching me closely.

I situated my bed as he got dressed and once we were both ready I climbed in, him following after me on the other side of the bed.

We lay facing each other, eye contact and careful breaths. there was a decent amount of space in between us that I didn't particularly like. I wasn't sure if he would feel the same way in the morning so I wanted him close for as long as he let me be. I scooted in and he did the same. He took my hand under the blanket and watched me as our legs entwined. I sighed in releif, I couldn't even begin to describe how right things felt. After months of sleeping alone and cold and sad, I finally had him back, here with me warming me up and holding me.

I worried again that he would snap out of it once he was sober and realize he had made a mistake coming here. I just let out a breath and focused on the moment. I saw him looking at me adoringly again before coming in to kiss me again. His lips didn't miss mine this time and the kiss was soft and sweet and short. he pulled away and smiled again. My hand went to his hair as he closed his eyes and I scratched lightly at his scalp like I always used to do. His smile lingered and soon we both fell asleep.

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I woke up to Jaeden softly snoring beside me. The time must have been early because the sun was still soft outside of the curtains and pushed gently through, lighting up his skin. I looked at him suddenly filling with love. He looked ethereal. Lips pouting cutely and no tension in his face. His hair stuck out all over but somehow it looked even better than before.

Even if he left when he woke up I was so grateful for this moment. Just this one night that we could be together again like we were before. As much as I didn't want it to end I knew that Jaeden probably hadn't meant to come here and rekindle our love.

The moment ended too soon as I heard his snoring stop and watched as he shifted. His eyes opened and I shut mine quickly before he realized I was awake too. I wanted to give him his chance to leave without making it too hard on either of us. He could just slip out of bed and take his things and go. It didn't have to be another goodbye.

I waited to feel him move to leave. For a moment he was just still, softly breathing. And then, I felt him shuffle closer and wrap me tightly in his arms. He pressed a kiss to my temple and stroked my cheekbone lightly with his thumb.

I opened my eyes trying to hide my suprise. He was looking at me, the same loving look in his eyes as the night before and my eyebrows raised confused and shocked. He peppered me with more kisses before resting his head back on the pillow and staring into my eyes.

"you want to stay?" I asked worry evident in my voice. I looked at him, scared and afraid he was going to leave again, confused at why he hadn't already.

"I want to stay." he said. Sure. Without any hesitance. And with a smile, and the same adoring expression. I grinned back and pulled him in even closer with my arms.

We lay still for another few hours while the sun finished rising, but I wasn't worried because I knew that this wouldnt be the last morning we would have wrapped in each others arms.

[imbadatwrighting]

If your orders are open can I request a bill denbrough x male reader fluff or angst? The plot can be anything because there are literally no bill x male readers and I really want one.

I was originally going to make this angst but I don’t trust myself to make amazing angst just yet also sorry this took awhile I didn’t see it until 3 days after it was asked 😭

Late night cuddles

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x M!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bill and [name] finally can get some alone time without the crew even if it’s only possible around midnight

Warnings: implied mentions of homophobia & me switching the pov by accident and also it’s kinda short ngl

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“Red or blue?”

“R-red,” a voice spoke up, not letting their eyes fall off the food they were currently cutting up, yet knowing that the male sitting down on the couch was talking about which blanket to bring.

“Bill, are you sure you want to bring food with us? By the time we get there it’ll already be 6am,” another voice spoke, walking over to the male in the kitchen, wrapping their arms around his waist and leaning their head on his shoulder.

“I’m a-almost d-done [name], give me another s-second,” the boy replied, starting to slowly sway with the taller boy.

He only received a hum as a reply as the slightly older male readjusted his head to now be placed on top of Bill’s head.

“Swedish fish? You know I don’t like those,” [name] spoke up looking at the small bag of Swedish fish go into Bill’s book bag with the rest of the food.

“T-then don’t e-eat t-them. They’re n-not for y-you,” the other male let out a chuckle soon letting go of Bill’s waist and grabbing the book bag which he put in his back.

“Come on Bill. We don’t have all day you know. Grab your coat and lets go.”

“C-coming,” grabbing the last of the things you and Bill would need, Bill rushed out the door promptly after you.

He gotten his bike and wheeled to catch up with you who gotten a head start and is already way ahead of him. However, it didn’t take long for him to catch up with you soon only being a short distance behind you.

“B-Beverly told m-me t-to tell you t-that she w-wants to m-meet up t-tomorrow just the t-two of y-you,” Bill spoke up. Looking to see if you would have a visible reaction but all he got was a low pitched hum.

“Did she say what time?”

“S-she said t-to tell you ‘t-the s-same as a-always.”

The boy ahead of him never looked back to see Bill yet knew what was going on. “You have no reason to be nervous my love. It’s probably nothing she just asks me on advice about certain things sometimes. Trust me that’s it,” the boy spoke in a quiet and calm voice, and deep at the same time.

The boy behind you blushed a deep shade of red, turning his head to look at the houses he was passing. “I-I’m n-not n-nervous,” he mumbled quietly under his breath yet you could hear him anyways.

You let out a chuckle at your boyfriend’s reaction then speeding up when getting closer to the destination.

“Come on love, I’m here already yet you’re still wallowing in self-pity,” Bill’s face got even redder as he rushed to get over to you and off his bike.

You started to get the things that you put in the basket on your bike but was interrupted by a face smushing itself into your chest.

You looked around seeing the hills and forest around you to make sure no one could see you, knowing it would only make things worse for Bill and cause him to be more embarrassed.

Once you saw no one was looking you slowly and calmly dropped the things you were holding and wrapped your arms around Bill.

“Come on Bill. We can relax all we want when we get situated,” you slowly pushed Bill away from you and picked your things back up.

He grabbed the things that he was carrying and walked up the hill behind you. Looking around he could see some neighborhoods in the distance but both of you aren’t close enough for them to see you and him.

“D-do you t-think we’ll be c-caught?” Bill asked you, imagining the worst scenarios of some adult or teen finding you guys.

“At 12am? I doubt it,” you replied calming Bill’s worries.

“Y-yeah I g-guess y-your right.”

“Always am,” you joked when you reached the top of the hill. Laying the blanket on the fluffy hill and putting your stuff down you then sat down facing the direction of the town.

Bill sat down next to your, leaning his head on your shoulder while you kept staring off in the distance.

“A-are you s-sure?” You looked over at Bill who pulled his head up and looked back at you only to see you put a small smile on your face.

You grabbed him suddenly with both arms and pulled him down in the way in the grass, making him let out a small squeak.

Laughing you positioned your self on top of him with your arms on both sides of his head.

You cooled off and rolled over to the left side of him where he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled his head into your chest.

“If we are then I don’t care. If we do get caught it’ll be by some crackhead and who’s going to believe them. Especially when they’re saying they found the Bill Denbrough cuddling [name] [last name] the ultimate ‘playboy’.”

He hummed along with that, slightly tightening his grasp on you while you payed to mind to it and stared up at the stars with one hand under your head and the other one holding into Bill.

“I l-love you.” Bill mumbled quietly slowly starting to fall asleep.

“I love you too.”

[canislupus-exe]

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.”