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[rainbowsntears]

confidence boost ( insecure!bill x reader )

request ↳ hi hi i love ur hcs could you do one for bill when he’s super shy in the beginning of your relationship but is so confident as it goes on? i feel like he’d love you for helping him open up and you embrace his flaws and tell him he’s beautiful !!

warnings ↳ aBSOLUTE FLUFF I AM NOT KIDDING ALSO SORRY I SWEAR SOMETIMES BUT IT’S ONLY BECAUSE Y’ALL ARE SO CUTE

note ↳ you have no idea how much fun i had doing this headcanon! literally this is so cute and omgg wfejfnjwefnejf. anyway, requests are open for both imagines and headcanons so give me some ideas. enjoy, love you! xx

okay ladies

or gentlemen

sorry, let’s talk right at the start of your relationship with bill

to be honest, bill is so fucking adorable when he was shy

and you knew that the boy just needed a lil more time with you until he became more confident.

he was a bit hesitant at the beginning, and he worried about many things

“w-what if they don’t really l-like me?”

“may-maybe it’s the stuttering”

“i should j-just stop st-stuttering”

“crap i just st-stuttered”

“...shit”

he was so worried and scared that his stuttering was going to get out of hand and it’d put you off ‘cause it sure as hell pissed him off sometimes.

poor billy, he was so shy and he didn’t know exactly what relationships were supposed to look like and do

but don’t worry because y/n is to the rescue!

you countlessly assured that he was cute and amazing, that you wouldn’t want any other guy because he was the best

and i’m not kidding - even if i love richie to the moon and back - bill is the softest and nicest boy and wow we honestly love that

rIGHT this is about you and bill i’M SORRY I GET DISTRACTED

there are days in which bill feels like shit, he doesn’t know how to handle himself.

but you always, and i mean ALWAYS HAVE HIS BACK NAW

“i-i’m so s-sorry, y/n. you do-don’t deserve s-s-someone like m-me”

“BILL I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-”

just kidding you don’t say that!

but you cuddle into him, wiping some of his hair away from his face as you make him look at you

and when those cute eyes meet yours, you would just smile so wide and kiss his cheek.

“you’re so beautiful, bill. and i’m extremely thankful to have you in my life and i really, really want you to know that”

SHIT I’M FUCKING SCREAMING OMG THIS IS SO CUTE

FRIG FRIG FRIG

I’M SORRY BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE IT????

bill blushing but he’s so happy and those words are literal music to his ears, your smile is so contagious that he has to smile as well.

and throughout your relationship, you would recognise that he’s growing and becoming more open to you. yeah, he’ll have those sad days here and there but it grows less and less

you make sure to remind him how proud you are of him because bitch same

proud mama awwww

bill loves you btw

and because he loves you with all of his cute ass heart, he finally decided to take you to the quarry

bill is so insecure about his body so this was a big step for him. but he had to do it.

he was nearly there with being confident and this was like the biggest of them all.

so you guys were at the quarry, and you started to strip away your clothes. bill couldn’t stop himself from staring because you’re

so

fucking

pretty

he’s speechless, he’s never seen you in swimmers so it’s a shock but he just has to admire.

and then those thoughts come back into his head and his smile washes off his face, rubbing his face as he sighs heavily.

you immediately notice, and you look up at him with slight worry. “bill?”

“i’m s-sorry, ‘was j-just thinking.” shy bill is showing a lot and you feel so empathetic. so you just hold his hands to comfort him.

“we don’t have to do this, bill. there’s other time we can-”

“n-no, i can suck it up. i-i’m okay.”

so bill takes off his clothes until he’s left in his boardshorts. immediately he regrets taking them off and quickly takes hold of his shirt again.

but you’re there to stop him because he’s

so

fucking

pretty

“bill, don’t”

and he stops from the sound of your voice, looking at you alarmingly.

“i l-look bad, do-don’t i?”

“not at all”

nAW

you guys are so close to completing bill’s wishes of becoming confident. if he passes this then you’re so ready to go on with your relationship.

“you’re beautiful. don’t ever, ever, think you aren’t. you’re eyes, and hair, and smile, literally everything about you is beautiful.”

he wasn’t expecting it, but you just had to kiss him.

you kISSED HIM

bill was so shocked but he melted away into kiss easily, holding your waist to pull you closer as he kissed you back omg omg omg

oh my fucking gOD

y’all are cute as

when you pull away, both of you are so surprised and shocked and in love

“t-thank you, y/n. you lo-look beautiful as we-well”

and you smiled so widely

“i love you”

there yOU GO

BILL SAID IT

THE L WORD

NO STUTTER

CONFIDENCE 100%, SHYNESS WHO IS SHE?

“i love you too, billy. now, why don’t we go swim?”

bill couldn’t agree more

both of you were just so proud and happy that this relationship worked perfectly. bill is so thankful for you that you embraced his flaws and you allowed him to take his time to become comfortable and okay. and you were just so happy that bill was getting better at this

y’ALL ARE SO ADORABLE SORRY I HAD TO SAY IT AGAIN

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Sunflower ~ Bill Denbrough (Part 2)

A/n: WHEW!! Part two here we are! Aged up cause high school. Also, I had this started but I finished it for @slytthh because they were excited so I hope its to your liking hun :)

Word Count: 2240

Anon: Pidge

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If I could, I'd change overnight. I'd turn into something you'd like. But I'm a sunflower, a little funny. If I were a rose, maybe you'd pick me?

Y/n couldn’t remember exactly how she’d become a Loser, but she supposed there was no going back now, huh?

Her hands planted against Sally Mueller’s chest, shoving the girl away from Y/n’s friends. “They won’t punch you, you annoying ass bitch,” Y/n seethed. “But I will not hesitate.” Sally - who was only too aware of how Y/n was constantly on the hunt for any reason to hit her, Greta, or Marcia - backed off.

“Whatever,” she grumbled. Sally looked over Y/n’s shoulder. “You won’t always have your little guard dog to protect you. Then I’m breaking those stupid buck teeth of yours, Tozier.” Y/n jerked the threateningly and Sally skittered away, causing Richie to bust up laughing.

Richie moved next to his friend, throwing his arm around her shoulders. “Thanks for having my back as usual, Short Stack.”

“Just because you’ve grown to be eight feet tall doesn’t mean that in my normal human height I can’t still kick you in the balls.” Richie recoiled, his smile vanished as Y/n smirked, Eddie giggling in the background. Y/n’s smile faded. “But for real, Rich, you need to learn how to keep your mouth shut. You’re lucky I was nearby. AGAIN. One of these days those precious glasses of yours will be too broke to even tape together.” Her finger reached up, tapping the forever taped bridge of Richie’s glasses, which had been broken as long as any of the Losers could remember.

The dark haired boy sighed. “Just because they can’t handle me doesn’t mean I should stop delivering.” He winked and Y/n smiled, shaking her head at one of her best friends. What a moron. “Come on, Loser Number 7, we have to meet the others for lunch.” Richie put his arm around Eddie in a way that was so different from how he had put it around Y/n, pulling ahead of the girl to talk to his boyfriend while Y/n lagged behind to give them some space.

She watched her two best friends, smiling to herself. Her smile was a little sad, a little wistful. She saw how they went back and forth, arguing and insulting, and yet there was still so much love between them that Aphrodite’s powers couldn’t even begin to compare. There was no goddess of Love, just Richie and Eddie and the connection between them that Y/n was convinced could be broken by nothing. Not time or space or the world or the people in it. Nothing.

As the trio approached the Loser’s usual lunch table, Y/n spotted something that turned her wistfulness into pure pain. Bill. He was talking to Stan, who was surely talking about Mike after their anniversary date the previous night. Bill was leaning over, elbows on the table, laughing and smiling as Stan spoke. Y/n imagined for a split second - for maybe the millionth time - sidling up next to Bill, resting her head on his shoulder as he had his arm around her, his lips finding hers or maybe just resting a few second against her hair line. Quiet love like Stan and Mike had. Or maybe tickle wars and giggling races and declared challenges where we both smirked at each other daringly as sexual tension rose and finally exploded like with Richie and Eddie.

Y/n sat next to Stan, pushing the thoughts out of her mind. She would like to think that she had gotten over Bill these last few years, simply wishing for ANY romance where Bill was the easiest target since all her other friends were either taken or unable to settle on just one person for any long amount of time, like Ben. She would like to think that she didn’t really wish for kisses from Bill but from anyone. The reality was, she had fallen into a sort of quiet observational love that was very grown up but would remain forever unrequited in the state it was in. Half and incomplete because she wouldn’t give Bill even a chance to return it.

High school ended soon and Y/n had simply reserved herself to never telling Bill how she felt. She was sure this would go away eventually. She would find someone, she just knew it. Or she would be alone. She had her friends and her sister, how could she need anything else? She had a really good thing going on with Bill just being friends and she didn’t want to ruin it.

For the most part, Y/n acted on that notion. That she just wanted to be friends. The Losers were all pretty sure she didn’t like Bill. But some did have their doubts. Sometimes, when one of them was upset, the way Y/n drifted towards Bill and hung onto him was different than how she confided or comforted the other Losers. As if his presence and smell and warmth was different air that healed her soul. Like just being around him was comfort enough without either of them saying anything. It was the way that Stan reached for Mike’s hand or Richie pulled Eddie close.

Sometimes as well, Y/n would get quiet, just listening as her friends talked and smiling or nodding or laughing. Listening and not talking, when suddenly her eyes would drift to Bill because she’d zoned out or because he was talking or even because he was sitting there silently and she was checking on him. Her eyes would rest on him and her face wold soften and her eyes would kind of glaze over, as if she was looking at him and seeing something else in the lines of his face and the curves of his lips. Seeing someone else. A future or an alternative reality where they were different people doing different things. She was daydreaming.

She never did any of these things with the other Losers. There were the most microscopic, short lived nuances that the Losers saw and... wondered. But there just wasn’t enough to really considered it. Surely Y/n just thought about Bill as a friend?

But maybe she didn’t.

This way, Y/n kept her secret from all of her friends without changing much about how she dealt with him or the thoughts and feelings that went on inside of her where no one could see. She had trained herself to be calm and quiet and reserved only about her love of Bill, hiding it behind a wall of small smiles and dreamy glances that were only a split second long. And she really had resolved to live just like that.

Eddie Kaspbrack had not.

But I know you don't have a clue this sunflower's waiting for you- Waiting for you.

Eddie watched Y/n closely, unabashedly staring her down. She didn't even notice. The more Eddie paid attention to it, the more he realized that more times than Y/n liked to admit - even to herself - the only person in the room who could really hold her attention for long and without break was Bill. Ben was hard for her to keep up with and the two had been drifting apart for a while. Everyone else was mostly engaged with their boyfriend, leaving a pang of pain in Y/n's chest as she longed for something that she saw in the couples but could not have herself. Only Bill was safe to look at, talk to.

Except he wasn't. Not really.

He had been watching very closely and he was sure. He was so sure that he was angry. He was angry at Bill for being so oblivious; for Y/n being so good at hiding her feelings. He was mad that his very best friend couldn't be as happy as he was with the person she wanted to be happy with. Eddie knew as well that Y/n could make Bill so happy. She was so caring and just such a good, kind, thoughtful soul. God knew that Bill needed someone who would treat him as well as he deserved to be treated. He'd lost the only family that had been good to him when he was young and the loneliness had taken an obvious toll on him over the years.

It would be near evil to just tell Bill how Y/n felt, though. And Y/n could just deny it, and then he would have ruined his friendship with her. Of the people in this world, Y/n was second on the list of people he couldn't stand to lose- Richie being number one.

One by one, Eddie got the other Losers into his scheme to get Y/n and Bill together. Richie wasn't hard to convince; he liked to get involved with Eddie's schemes like humans liked to breathe air. Mike and Ben were a little harder, since they didn't want to pry where Y/n obviously didn't want them, but all Eddie had to do was remind them that Y/n was alone and so was Bill and they could make each other so happy- and, since Y/n had gotten Stan to admit his feelings for Mike, Mike kind of owed her... Stan was far harder to convince, recalling how much he'd hated being poked at and prodded and pushed together against his will and insisting that Y/n would hate it even more since she had a specific thing about both being controlled and about showing her feelings when she wasn't ready. With some help from Mike reminding how lucky they were that Y/n did all of that since they were so happy now (to finally convince him), Stan gave in with a last huffing, "If she stops being friends with us after this, it's your fault."

Eddie had laughed.

Now that everyone was in one it, Plan Apeshit (Richie's work) was a go.

-

First, they tried to force the two alone, thinking it would force them to have a conversation and that things would just naturally take off. Y/n had obviously been avoiding any one on one interactions with Bill, which drive the Losers to press it more. They thought they'd scored the day that Y/n and Bill cuddled on the couch without either asking or an awkwardness about it, but it quickly became clear that while Y/n was still painfully in love with Bill, basking in his proximity, Bill was oblivious of what the closeness meant and overall didn't notice her longing glances and heart eyes even when they were inches from his face.

Drawing that as a failure since all that had happened is a sense of further easiness and more pain as Y/n simply learned to swallow her feelings even more and be close to Bill without staring or being obvious or outwardly showing how much she was hurting. It seemed that all they were succeeding in doing was helping her get OVER her feelings...

After a whole month of Y/n’s ease and no sign of the yearning that had barely been present before, Plan Apeshit was deemed a failure.

Until the Night.

All the Losers were over at Richie’s, keeping quiet as they watched a movie and Richie’s mom made dinner simply because she had insisted. Mike and Y/n had offered to help but she had insisted that she didn’t mind and wanted them to have fun, so all eight of them chilled out while they watched movies. At first Y/n had been sitting on the floor, Mike on the couch next to Bill. But then after they’d offered their help to Mrs. Tozier and she’d assured them, they had returned with Mike mindlessly slipping into Y/n’s spot by Ben as they continued a conversation from earlier. Y/n shrugged and changed her route to take her to Bill’s side. The second she sat down, Bill put his arm around the back of her chair without looking from the TV and Y/n didn’t even pause before leaning against him, her head on his shoulder and their sides pressed together, Y/n’s feet pulled up on the couch. About halfway through the movie Y/n started bouncing her leg and Bill offered his hand. “Distraction?” He whispered too quiet for anyone to hear. Y/n smiled, a soft chuckle coming from her as she accepted Bill’s offer, the energy in her leg moving to her hands as she played with Bill’s finger, keeping herself as quiet and still as possible.

Bill relaxed even more under her soft, soothing touch as her finger tips drew softly up and down his fingers and around on his palms, curving at his wrist before going up and repeating the process again at his thumb.

No one even noticed until the end of the movie when Mrs. Tozier called dinner to be ready, asking Richie to set the table and get his friends situated. Everyone rose, Y/n and Bill lingering a half second long enough for Eddie to turn, see their position, grab Mike’s wrist (who also looked over, saw the situation, and swallowed a smile as his eyes widened) and then tense up as he tried not to scream in victory right then and there before Y/n and Bill were on their feet and walking with everyone else.

The two were more relaxed and calm but other than that, you’d never know that they’d been cuddling. Mike and Eddie looked at each other. “Okay,” Mike mumbled, nodding as he spoke. “I had doubts before, but okay.”

Eddie grinned.

[daddyjugheadjoneschokeme]

Friends

Pairing: Finn x reader, mysterious person x reader

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY WORK, PLEASE

Summary: Finn seems to deny that there´s anything between the two of you, so why wait on someone who doesn´t feel the same way you do?

Warnings: swearing

Not my gif

DISCLAIMER: All of the characters in this story are aged up (I´m not planning in any way to write smut with them do not worry) because it made sense to me. If you are not comfortable reading simply don´t read and don´t hate it, please be nice.

Also very sorry for my absence.

—So Finn, tell us about you and YN are sparks flying all over the set every time you two are together or what?

.-Finn cleared his throat—YN and me? Pff, no way. She´s my best friend and that is it. There are no special sparks anywhere.

—Oh really because in this picture she looks at you in a way only lovers can do.-The interviewer shows him a picture of you two.

—Yeah, I don´t think that is it. YN is like my little sister, I´ll do whatever it takes to protect her, and I could never look at her in any other way.

—The Finn Wolfhard ladies and gentleman. It´s a pleasure to have you here, Finn.

—Thanks for having me.

—Okay, I know lots of your interviews start this way, but we just want to know. How are YN and you doing?

.-He sighed—Oh god not again. She is doing great, we just finished recording yesterday and she went back home.

—And are you planning on visiting her anytime soon?

—Maybe in a couple of months, but not because of the reasons you think. She and I are great friends. Sorry to disappoint all of the shippers, but I really don´t like her that way.

—Finn, now the moment we all have been waiting for. Let´s talk about Hollywood´s favorite sweethearts. YN and Finn.

.-He let out a nervous laugh—what do you want me to tell you about it? That ship doesn´t exist. I’m more than tired of saying it, I and YN have been trying for months to clarify that we are nothing more than friends.

—But if that´s what the audience wants, why not just give it to them?

—Because none of us feel that way. I cannot force myself.

—The chemistry you two have is undeniable, you make a great team and we all have noticed that. You guys have even kissed! You aren’t going to tell me that meant nothing.

—I am going to tell you what I tell everyone who ships us. Chemistry? It´s just acting. Yes, we make a great team, but that’s because we are really good friends no more. And yes it didn´t mean a thing, we had to because the script said we had to, we didn´t talk about before or after it happened. We both are professionals. Sorry to be so straight about this, but it really makes us uncomfortable, and in talking by the both of us. We are letting a lot of people down, but that’s just the way it is.

—You just broke my heart, Finn Wolfhard.

.-He gave an awkward smile—Sorry.

—Is it really that hard to love me, Millie?-I said watching Finn´s interview.

—What? Of course not! The hell are you talking about?-She looked in the same direction as me—Oh I see. Cheer up, girl. Finn does like you; he just doesn’t see it, give him time, he´s just a bit blind.

—It´s getting harder, Millie. Having to hear the word friends every single time he talks about us is tiring me out.

.-She gave a slight pat on the back—just be patient.

—But for how long?

[yup-thats-me]

— more than best friends • bill denbrough

pairing: Bill Denbrough x reader

movie/series: IT (2017)

summary: your suppressed feeling for Bill finally gets surfaced

warning: cheesy teen romance, this is bad tbh, feelings, language (I mean it's IT), a bit angst, negative self image. Also not everything goes as per the movie.

note: don't hate. I take criticism not hatred. If you don't like it, KEEP. IT. TO. YOURSELF.

DON'T COPY/STEAL. NOT COOL

"You sure they got the right stuff to fix you up?" Beverly asked Ben with a sly smile.

You watched Bill staring at her. Looking as if she's the only girl he's ever seen. As if, she meant the world.

Whereas he was yours.

"Hey, y/n," she greeted. "Hi, Bev."

Richie seemed confused as to why you were talking to her. "You know her?" He questioned stupidly.

"We have history together you dimwit," you replied annoyed.

You noticed Beverly has cut her hair, now she looked more beautiful than you, you thought. You stood no chance with Bill your mind told you, breaking your heart to millions of pieces.

However, you were not the only one who noticed Bev's hair.

"Your h-h-hair. It looks b-beautiful", Bill noticed too and seemed quite fascinated with it judging by the look in his eyes.

Beverly muttered a small thanks and they both stood there awkwardly. No one making a sound. It was making you want to gag with the looks they sent eachother.

"We're going to the qu-quarry tomorrow. You can come too." Bill offered with the same smitten smile.

You huffed. It was a ritual only for the losers to jump from the cliff at the Quarry. You did that every year and just the five of you.

It's not that you didn't liked Bev. But having a crush on Bill with Bill having something with Beverly made you jealous. You wanted to be the one Bill stared at with those loving eyes. But seeing them two standing next to each other, it was pretty clear who he wanted. And it was most certainly not you.

"You dipshits stay here or do whatever the fuck you want, I'll go home. It's getting late anyway. Fuck you all!"

The losers stared at you as you rode away. They knew something was up you've never acted this way before. Bill knew something was wrong. You sounded annoyed to him. He needed to find you and had to talk to you. You meant more to him than anything else. If you were sad, he wanted to make you smile. If you were angry, he needed to know why.

"Come if you can, B-ev. I have to g-go," he told Beverly and the gang collectively, he too picked up his bike and rode after you.

"When will they get together already. It's getting kinda annoying honestly," Richie sighed the others humming in agreement.

"Wait, what?" Beverly asked confused.

"Oh Bill's got a crush on y/n. Everyone except y/n knows it." Stan answered on behalf of everyone. Beverly nodded walking away.

Bill found you sitting by the lake. The place you always go to when you need to be alone. He slowly parked his bike and progressed towards you.

"Why you here?" You asked bitterly knowing it was Bill. He always found no matter wherever you were.

"What? A-m I not a-a-allowed to check on m-my best f-friend?" He said, sitting down beside you, looking over the lake.

Best friend. How you hated the word. "Shouldn't you be hanging out with Bev in your room or something? I don't know man. I don't seem to be important enough anyway." You muttered with your head low.

He sighed. Both of you knew he didn't allow anyone in his room other than you. "Okay I-I know some-thing, something's wrong. What is it, y-y/n?"

You finally looked up at him from your lap. Eyes red with tears

"I can't pretend anymore Bill! I-I love you, and and I hate myself for it. I know you like or much rather love Beverly. She's so beautiful and perfect. It's impossible to not love her," you paused taking a breath. "I'm tired of being best friends! I want to be more than that to you, Bill but it's pretty sure it's not going to happen!"

Bill sat without a word processing what he heard. Everything was so silent the only sounds are of your quite sobs.

"What d-do you think I l-like Beverly?" He questioned back.

"What?"

"I asked, Why do y-y-you think I like h-her?"

You breathed in softly. "Well, there's the way you look at her in school and now too. As if she means everything to you.".

"It's b-been you, Y/n. It's always been you s-s-since the fourth gr-grade. It's been four y-years and still you've been th-the one," Bill was now turned to you, holding your face in his hands. "I feared you'll n-never like me t-t-that way s-so I thought it was best fo-for me to just m-move on. But, you've always b-b-been the one to have m-my heart," his thumbs wiped the still falling tears from your eyes.

He touched your forehead with yours, staying that way for several minutes on the quietness. "Can i-i kiss y-you?" He whispered softly.

"Yes, please."

His hands held your face so tenderly as if you'd break any moment. The kiss was slow, your lips moving in sync with his. You pulled away, bright red blush covering your cheeks.

He seemed rather surprised when you pulled away. "Woah th-that was b-better than the pl-play," he chuckled, making you laugh.

"W-Will you be my g-girlfriend?" He asked with hopeful eyes.

You nodded your head quickly. "Yes!"

He pulled you in by the waist to kiss you again.

"You guys do know we can see you two right?" Richie shouted from across the road.

"Shut up, Richie!" You and Bill both shouted back in unison, smiling at the gang.

[fucktonofpilots]

Jaeden Lieberher: Saviour

(Y/N/N) = Your nickname

Warnings: There’s quite bit of violence. I’ll put a mark [□] where the violence stops.

••••••••••••

“Please! Please! I’ll do anything, just stop!”

You lay on the ground behind the school building. School ended two hours ago, but you had been on your way home from detention when Dean, your bully, decided to give you an after-school beating.

Your nose was bleeding and your hands were scraped from being tossed to the floor. You held your hands in front of your face, tears staining your cheeks and mixing with the blood that had fallen on your shirt.

There was barely anyone at school since it was a Friday, and you had lose all hope.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll give you money! Just-”

Dean kicked you in the stomach. You groaned and held your hands over your abdomen. This left your face and head uncovered. Dean saw his chance.

“You really thought you could get away from me, huh bitch?”

He grabbed you by your hair and slammed your head against the ground. Black spots clouded your vision and the ground titled back and forth underneath your body. Dean wasn’t done. He repeatedly kicked you in the stomach until you were heaving up blood. That’s when your saviour came.

“Hey! Get your hands off her!”

The kicking stopped. You could barely see and you kept choking on the blood from your stomach. Your nose was now clogged with dried up blood.

You couldn’t breathe.

You could hear two people fighting right in front of you, but you couldn’t see it. Not knowing what was happening you decided to try and get your vision back. You tried to clear your vision by rubbing your eyes, but that made it worse. Your head felt like it was detached from your body.

□

The struggling stopped.

There was the sound of footsteps retreating away, but only one pair. Suddenly there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you still awake? Y/N?”

You tried to say something but ended up just coughing your lungs out. Your sight had partially returned.

You look up to see Jaeden Lieberher. You two were childhood best friends. But then he got famous and it felt like you didn’t know each other. You guys were best friends before IT, but you were still surprised he knew your name.

“We need to get you home. Fast.”

He hooked his arms under your arms. He helped you stand up, but you couldn’t stay like that for too long, so he opted for having you lean on him while he walks you to his house, which was apparently only 5 minutes away. Either that, or you were partially passed out for most of the walk.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds, and the next you were sitting on a couch in a slightly familiar living room.

Jaeden throw his bag down on the couch and quickly rushed off to the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back, just…sit tight.”

He disappeared and you lay your body across the couch, using his bag as a pillow. Everything felt so thick. It was as if all your senses were turned down to 40%. It was aggravating.

“Hey, I’m back.”

Jaeden kneeled beside you. He helped clean your nose first so that you could finally breathe. He then helped with the cut on your head and finally your bloodied mouth. After 20 minutes, you were feeling 50% more like a person. Your breathing was normal, even though your stomach hurt and you had a headache.

He sat down on the floor next to you so that your heads were at the same level.

“Thank you,” You croaked out. After screaming for mercy, your voice was quite wrecked.

“I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t help me.”

Jaeden smiled shyly and looked up at you, his blue-green eyes sparkling.

“Well, anything for an old friend like you, Y/N/N.”

You moved your head slowly to look into his eyes, your eyebrows furrowed as you blushed slightly at the nickname.

“You still remember that?”

“Of course!” Jaeden moved his head closer to yours, his chin on the cushion of the couch.

“You’re like my best friend, I could never forget you.”

“Wait, wait, wait.”

You flipped yourself over so that you were laying on your stomach. You immediately regretted this but ignored the dull pain.

“Why did you stop answering my texts then? I tried to reach you everywhere while you were filming IT because I wanted to check on you. You didn’t respond so I just thought you forgot me…”

His heart broke at your words. He did see all your texts and twitter mentions, but he felt too shy to do it because he had developed feelings for you.

He chewed at his bottom lip nervously. After a few seconds, he finally looked you in the eyes and told you what he’s always wanted to.

“Well you see, it’s because I like you.”

You didn’t seem to get what he was hinted at. He shrugged and decided to just go for it and he pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth. It was short, but it spoke a thousand words.

You were frozen with shock and didn’t move (except for a small grin you had).

And a few moments later, you returned the gesture, more targeted this time. Even though it caused you a ton of pain.

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POSTING SOON

im so sry ive been v inactive, last week i was v busy studying for mi exams, but now that it's over, i'll be posting the next part tomo (christmas day !! well in my timezone) sO ITS MY GIFT TO ALL IF U YEET

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Hey! Can I request a jaeden martell x reader where basically their charters are dating on a tv show and they are really really good best friends in real life and they they both go on the Jimmy fallon show and he keeps on asking if they’re dating because everyone thinks they are and when they say no he obvi doesn’t let it go lol and it ends up slipping up that jaeden did/ does have a crush on reader and they maybe end up sharing a kiss in front is Jimmy & audience & stuff😶just an idea i had 😂:)

i love this idea wow, thinking i’m going to put my own little twist on it but i think you’ll still be pleased ;)

just friends

warnings!: suggestive topics, fluff

word count: 2.1k

five

your face was being touched up with powder, the cotton pad dabbing at your nose as the white powder absorbed into any oil your face may have had.

four

you look over at jimmy, this wasn’t your first talk show, but it had been the biggest one with the most following. it was intimidating, you bounced your foot up and down and played with your hands.

three

behavior jaeden had grown to recognize. he knew you better then you knew yourself, your anxiety was worse then you put it out to be. “you ok?” he questioned, “fine, i’m fine” you painted a small smile on your face. but he wasn’t easily fooled.

two

he grabbed one of your hands and rubbed circles into your palm, this sent vibrations of relaxation down your spine.

one

his eyes locked with yours, you swore they were a different color each time you saw them. sometimes more blue, sometimes more green, sometimes dark with mystery, sometimes light and playful.

‘aaand where on air’

you wiped the hand that was interlocked with his off on your dress, it was clammy. the curtain came up fast, and your vision was soon flooded with bright lights and silhouettes of bodies.

making out the faces in the sea of people was impossible, but you knew your friends were out there. they had flown out to see you, a) they could go see new york and b) you were on national television, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

jimmy was talking, you knew that much, but your nerves took over and honestly you weren’t registering a damn thing he was saying. the crowd cheered, you snapped out of your daze.

“and here tonight, we have jaeden martell and y/n l/n from the new HBO tv series: turning tables”

he turned to both of us, and gave everyone time to clap. he tired to speak over the loud hands, moving on with his show, but the crowd made that difficult. eventually the clapping died out and he could continue.

“now, i’ve watched all of the episodes but, for the people who haven’t seen: can you explain what the show is about?” he looked a jaeden, you let go of a breathe you had held in.

“s-sure” jaeden turned to face the audience more, he was soft spoken and shy, so it was important he projected as much as he could.

“turning tables is a teen drama. it’s about families of poverty in the seattle washington area and how they struggle to go to school and work. my character, jennings cooper, is the main protagonist. the show is mainly from his point of view, and how he struggle to support his family.”

jimmy nods and smiles, he looks pleased with his explanation. i’m truth the show wasn’t that simple, he knew that. but, it would take so long to explain.

“and y/n, who do you play?” he knew the answer to this obviously, but you were becoming a crowd favorite. everyone loved your personality, and you were an up-and-coming a list celebrity.

“i play parker marlow, jennings girlfriend” you blushed at this statement, the crowd giggled and ‘ouuu’ed. jimmy rubbed his hands together, getting excited at the upcoming topic of discussion.

“so, your romance on season one was steamy” you thought back to the scenes you did together. all of the kissing, which felt normal at this point. he wasn’t a bad kisser, in fact- you didn’t mind it at all. your romance through the season built up to a sex scene, your mind flashed through the memories of filming it.

filming those scenes isnt half as steamy as you think it is. it’s awkward, you laugh a lot. you had never felt that exposed in your life! however watching it was different, it looked so real, so perfect.

you blurred out your thoughts, mr. fallon still speaking on the subject. “can we expect more -“ jimmy searched for your ship name, it was on the tip of his tongue. the combination of your first names on the show didn’t make an attractive combo. it was either jarker or pennings. your last names matched a little better.

“-carlow” jaeden finished for him. jimmy nodded and smiled “yes- carlow- can we expect more carlow next season?” you both looked at each other and smiled. the writers for the show already had the next four seasons laid out. you knew that carlow was a continuing relationship on the show.

“yes, you should expect more of that sort of content from us” you stated. the people in the crowd had a positive responce to this, the applause lapping until it died out once again.

“right, your characters have so much chemistry in the show. two struggling teens just trying to break even.” jaeden agreed “yes, our characters balance each other out, and being from the same background helps them associate. jennings is kind of a bad boy-as the ladies say- he’s a felon, he steels cars and sells them to counterfeit manufacturers and dealers for money. parker, y/n’s character, has a job at a diner. she shows him the light at the end of the tunnel if he chooses to go down a good path.”

“yes, parker gets jennings a job at the diner with her, and he falls for her sweet disposition even after everything she’s been through” you add.

jimmy licks his lips and pops another question: “so id imagine the chemistry in the show heightens the real life thing?” he cocked an eye brow, the group gasping at the intrusiveness.

“jaeden and i are just friends” you blurt out, your nerves working up again. it was hard, you liked jaeden ever since you had your first kiss with him.

“y-yeah” he stutters, he obviously wasn’t expecting this either “friends” jimmy shakes his head and puts his finger on his lip “recently, you both have been showing a lot of pictures of you two together on social media.”

the audience ‘awwwed’ at the photos that displayed behind you. on the screen, there were pictures of you and him that were on both of your instagrams. you two at gardens, getting food, even watching movies at each other’s houses.

“for just friends, these photos looks intimate , wouldn’t you say” a bunch of ‘yes’’s and ‘mhm’’s came from the crowd as both of your faces became red.

“we’re just best friends, honestly” jaeden laughed nervously, he fixed his hair with his hand has he always does.

“right right- can you tell me when this photo is from?” jimmy asked, the last picture flashing on the screen. it was of you both, you had just filmed your first scene together.

the first scene you filmed together was episode two, he saved you after you fell into ice cold water. it was how the characters met, and it was filmed at a cove on a windy august day.

the picture was a little blurry, but it added character. he had his arm around you, both of your hair soaked, and you share a huge towel. you remember how cold you were, your teeth chattered so rapidly. his hair was stuck to his forehead and more small pieces went up. and your lips were almost purple, half from the makeup, half because you swore that was the coldest water you had ever went in.

“that’s from when we first started filming, it was the first time we met in the show” you recited, re living the memory in your head. you remember jaeden pulling your head into his chest when the wind began blowing. you remember his thumb trying to create friction on your back to make you just a little warm.

“yes yes- you two look so adorable!” jimmy squealed, he was the most teenage-girl-grown-man you had ever met. his hand opened one of the drawers in the faux desk he sat behind, pulling out a small blue camcorder.

the camcorder.

you know how on tv shows, there is special footage? sometimes it’s just behind the scene specials but sometimes- sometimes - it’s footage the actors document when they were just having fun? yeah it was one of those camcorders.

the camcorder was brought in by the two other co hosts wyatt oleff and finn wolfhard (i know this cast is sooo original not really) they played jaedens two best friends on the show. while they weren’t filming, they’d dick around and talk about stupid stuff. you’d never seen what they filmed, but you had been featured quite a few times; their by them pranking you, or invading your personal space.

you looked over at jaeden, you watched his adam’s apple bob and a thin layer of sweat flush over his face. he bounced his leg slightly, a habit he had picked up from you.

“let’s just review our material here” jimmy teased, his tongue darting out between his teeth. the video began to play, the sound was loud; assumingely for jaeden quiet voice in the tape.

the video started with wyatts unsteady hand, him and finn were running around set, they stopped at jaeden, he was playing on his phone in his trailer.

“jaeden wesley we have come for you” finn yelled. you could see jaeden shoot up from his chair. “hey guys” he waved. they talked for around a minute, jokes and all. then finn started to giggle, wyatt zoomed in on jaedens face.

“so jaeden, how’s y/n?” he chuckled, jaeden blushed “she’s ok i guess dunno.” wyatt stopped zooming in when the only thing in frame was jaedens head. “the kiss was good hm?” wyatt asked. jaeden continued to play on his phone, he nodded. “yeah, she’s pretty cute too.”

the video cut to another segment, this was filmed after the sex scene. you knew because jaeden laid on the bed you, in the same underwear that he wore during the scene. the boys were jumping on the bed, and jaeden took the camera and talked to it.

“this is for memory and memory ONLY! h-hey y/nnn” he was talking to the camera like it was you “you’re amazing and cool” you could hear finn explode into laughter as he stole the camera back and started running “yeah! and he wants your babies and loves you so much-“ “SHUT UP FINN!!!” and jaeden chased him around.

the video was taken off the screen. your face had become close to ghostly white. it was weird, it was almost like he was dumb enough to think finn wouldn’t give jimmy this blackmail goldmine. you looked at jaeden, he hit his bottom lip until it was red, he itches his neck and laughed it off.

“yeah ok-ok jimmy, maybe i liked her back in the day” jaeden tried so hard to be casual, but jimmy hit him with a heart stopper: “but mr martell, the last clip was filmed less then a month ago!”

your mind flickered with memories and ideas of him.

your first time meeting, how good his hand felt in yours. when you wiped icecream off his chin, and him dotting icecream on to the top of your nose. the way his hair always fell perfectly above his eye brow. and SHIT how he always smelt so fucking good. how he let you fall asleep in his arms and how he never complained when you put on some stupid romcom and-

“y/n?” jimmy questioned. “huh?” you spaced, come on y/n you gotta stop doing that. “i asked how you felt about all of this.” “well, there isn’t a right word i can use.”

jaeden took this has a bad reaction, he did a small wave to the crowd and stood up to get off the stage.

you stood up, grabbed his hand, and laid one right on him. kissing him felt normal, but now that there was emotion behind it, it just felt so right.

you both stopped for air, the crowd went wild. jimmy was clapping too, you could barley hear them, your heart was pumping throughout your whole body. you swore jaeden could hear it.

after the show, you sat in your dressing room for a bit, contemplating the events of tonight, and how they were all broadcasted for your embarrassment. but it was only the beginning. only the beginning of what was to come for mr. and mrs. jaeden martell.

[adoralinefilms]

Jaeden Martell being superior for three posts straight.

[good-doctor-imagine]

Wingman (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Fem!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why are you being weird around Billy?"

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

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

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

"No, I can't."

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"(Y/n)?"

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

"Do you like my brother?"

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

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

Your heart froze for a moment. "Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I heard yelling?"

You smiled over at Georgie before turning back to Bill.

"It was nothi–"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You really like me?" Bill questioned.

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

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

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

"I like you too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Badass || Bill Denbrough x Reader

Day 2 of Fictober

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x [gn] Reader

Requested: how about you do a bill x reader where the reader is a badass but still in the losers club???? just came up with it!!! btw love ya work and love ya!!!!

A//n: Aw thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you. Love you too darling, hope you like it 💛💛💛 and thanks for being so patient like the rest y'all 😘 [also i am in no way a badass so I’m sorry, I tried lol] edit: OKAY IM ACTUALLY SO PROUD OF THIS, HOLY CRAP?? And again, i finished and pressed saved draft 30 SECONDS before midnight, so fight me this counts lol i just had to set up the title and tags and stuff on my computer before posting. anyways, thanks for waiting for this request, i hope you enjoy this, like i said, im actually surprised at how proud of this one i am!

Fictober Prompt: “that’s the easy part”

Warnings: Blood

“ROCK WAR~!”

The next thing you knew, rocks were soaring across the stream straight for your head. Luckily for your skull, your reflexes were faster than you remembered and you managed to duck before a giant stone could knock you out.

And yet you still heard a thump?

You peek out from behind your arms, looking behind you to see Richie laying flat on his ass, his glasses askew. You winced before you caught sight of a giant rock near his foot and quickly made a grab for it.

Your glare stretches across the stream, settling on the leader of the bigoted pack. You kissed the rock as you met his eye, a devilish smirk stretching across your face as you wound up. Bowers was scrambling for ammo but you had already released. The rock found its target with a satisfying ‘thunk’ leaving Bowers on his ass clutching his bleeding nose. He pulls his hand away, gaping at the overwhelming amount of blood that had already painted his hand before locking eyes with you.

“KISS MY ASS, HENRY!” You hollered with a triumphant smile. “YOU TWISTED FUCK!”

“What the fuck?” Belch and Victor began scrambling back, looking around desperately for rocks of their own.

The Losers spared wide eyed glances your direction as they unleashed a storm of rocks on the now deeply unsettled Bowers gang. Bill was the only one who hesitated, his wide blue eyes frozen on you when you turned to give him a smirk. You had been looking for ammo and it seemed he had the perfect one. You cocked a brow, your devilish smirk still dominating your face as you gestured to the stone in his hand.

“You gonna use that, Billy Boy?”

You threw a few quick glances across the barrens making sure your weren’t gonna get hit. Luckily morale seemed to be growing scarce over there.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t completely gone.

“Ow,” Bill hissed, right hand clutching his left shoulder. “F-f-uck.”

Your head whipped around on your shoulders again to see Victor Criss’s upper lip twitching into a satisfied smile as he looked at Bill. You returned your attention to your boyfriend and the rock he held out for you.

“Let me,” you seethed.

You snatched the rock up, stomping forward with a wild glare in your eyes that was enough to intimidate the bleach blonde. Victor was already on his heels and running, but you weren’t letting him get away that easy. You threw with all your might and watched with pride as it soared through the air and hit him directly on the spine that was poking through his back. He cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, his chin meeting the very rock bed that fueled the fight.

“EAT SHIT,” You spit. “YOU LACKEY ASS FUCK!”

~~~~

“Turn it off!” Beverly cried. “TURN IT OFF!”

The projector in Bill’s garage had quickly turned into It’s stage as It put on a horrific display for you and the rest of your friends. What was just once pictures of Derry, suddenly turned into pictures of Bill’s family - you missed Georgie terribly, having grown so close with him the year before he died when you and Bill first got together. And now you were all staring death in the eyes as It manipulated the very air in the room around you. Every click of the projector put you on edge, the stroking effect and of course the child eating clown tormenting you all.

It was hard to process your own thoughts as they were quickly drowning in everyone’s screams and your own fears. You clutched Bill tightly to your side, your arms linked and your fingers stitched together. Everything was moving so incredibly fast it was near impossible to process until you realized you weren’t holding Bill’s hand anymore.

“Y-Y/n!” He cried, tugging at the back of your shirt before it slips from his grip. “Y/N!”

Mike had already unplugged the projector, that much you knew. But you were fucking desperate. You lunged for the projector, gripping it tightly as you held it high above your head. With a guttural scream, you threw it as hard as you possibly could into the cement floor. It broke instantly into several unidentifiable pieces, the room now completely dark and eerily silent.

Heaving, you finally look up to meet your friends faces. Each of them were gaping at you, an expression they seemed to always be wearing around you.

“Well,” you say finally. “I think it’s safe to say we found It.”

~~~~

“How hard is it,” you seethed, your voice growing in volume. “to NOT wander off? In a FUCKING HAUNTED HOUSE?!”

You took all your anger and fear out on the door Richie was being held in. Your elbows were practically glued to the surface while your fists and forearms repeatedly pounded on the door. First Eddie, now Richie. You swear, these idiots had to me smarter than this.

“Richie!” Bill joined your side, pounding on the door that had closed all on its own.

“RICHARD!” You pounded on the door again, your anger turning to pure fear that was now stinging your throat and eyes as tears began to well. “This is not fucking funny, open the goddamn door asshole!”

Your hand wraps around the doorknob again, and you shake the handle, jostling it around in hopes something will cave. When the door flew open, you didn’t know whether to chalk it up to luck, skill, or it was all still part of It’s torment but you didn’t care. Richie was alive, and tumbled into your and Bill’s grip.

“Richie!” You hugged the boy tightly, then pulled away with your signature glare. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?”

“N-n-no t-time,” Bill says, looking between you and Richie with determination in his eyes. “L-let’s get outta here.”

A muted thump answered before you could. You, Richie and Bill all looked to the source of the noise to see the moth-eaten mattress from earlier was now shifting by itself. It looked as if it was filled with jumping beans. A melon sized lump grew in the center before the fabric split to reveal the disheveled and muddied up head of your friend.

He smiles at your twisted expressions. “Wanna play loogie?”

Your reflexes are faster than your thought process and you run forward. Just as a strange black goo starts to spill from fake Eddie’s mouth, your leg was swinging through the air. Your left foot connected with the left side of his jaw, narrowly missing the sizzling black ink and Eddie’s head popped off his body as you put it across the room.

It sails through the air, his greasy hair catching several cobwebs as it spins. Specks of the goo go flying landing on the walls and ceiling before the small head collides with a disturbing ‘thunk’.

“What the fuck?!”

“Holy shit,”

Eddie’s head lands in the far corner of the room where it rolls back and forth on his right ear before settling. He was groaning as if all the spinning had made him dizzy. The ooze of black goo came out even faster as if he were ralphing, and it was now pooling across the floor and inching towards their feed.

“Oh, that’s fucking GROSS!” Richie looks quickly to you. “And now you made him angry!”

“At least I did something!”

“Guys,” Bill pleads. “C-come on,”

The pool of black tar is spreading fast and you and Richie don’t have to think twice to listen to Bill. You all turn on your heel, only to find three doors instead of one.

Very Scary, Scary, and Not Scary At All.

Not Scary At All was the winner, Bill and Richie quickly decide. And despite your protest that it was all clearly a trick and the doors were misnomers, they opened the Not Scary At All.

“Where’s My Shoe?”

The light was turned on to reveal the severed body of Betty Ripsom and you had promptly decided you had had more than enough.

“WHERE THE FUCK WERE HER LEGS?!” Richie cried.

“I’ve got a guess but I’m not sticking around to find out.” You growled.

You cast a glance behind you to see the tar had eaten up most of the floor, giving you little room to do what you wanted. Luckily, you didn’t need much. You took a few steps back and looked at the door in the center, your eyes settling deep into the crimson letters spelling “scary.” You were certainly glad you realized when you did that unlike the door that held Richie hostage, this one could easily be broken down from where you stood.

You sighed. “I have to do everything.”

~~~~

“WELCOME TO THE LOSERS CLUB, ASSHOLE!”

Richie’s bat swung through the air and knocked the clown back. Pennywise quickly recovered and lunged for the nearest target with a disgusting growl. You quickly scrambled for a weapon as Mike stepped up to bat. He threw the fence iron rod at the monster but it was stopped midair when It’s jaw unhinged and out came several charred arms holding it in place. More and more reached out from inside It’s throat and made a grab at Mike who was fighting back the force of all the arms.

You never happier to have been too slow to save your friend when you saw Stanley pick up one of several spare iron rods off the ground. With a brave determination, he launched forward with a fierce battle cry as his torch came down on the branch of arms that now recoiled, saving Mike. It stumbled back, the charred arms slinking back into its mouth and disappearing and Pennywise stumbles again when Richie kicks It forward and away from him. Unfortunately that brought It right to Stanley.

“Stan, watch out!” Bill cries from your side.

But it’s too late, It’s head had already changed to the same horribly contorted lady that had you had already found attacking your friend. Only this time it was still wearing It’s clown suit, and it was racing straight for Stan.

“Stan!” You cried, already running forward after him only to stop second later.

Yet again Stanley roared, striking the clown across the face with the most furious look you had ever seen on him. Despite the horrifying circumstances, you were quite proud. You quickly fell back into line, ready to fight with the others and you smiled yet again when Mike followed up Stan’s strike with a devastating blow of his own.

The small moment of victory was soon cut short - a pattern you were currently getting used to - when a pair of red tentacles-turned-crab-claws pulled Mike to the ground.

“Mike!” Eddie shrieked.

Mike was able to barrel roll to safety as as It advanced on him. The end of each gigantic claw striking the earth and narrowly missing him and you and your friends quickly followed not knowing what to do. You couldn’t watch it anymore, and you hated yourself for what you were about to do but you knew you would simply never forgive yourself if you lost Mike, or any of your friends.

For what Bill wished was the first time of the summer, he felt you leave his side as you charged headlong into danger. Another guttural scream left you as you hurled yourself onto It’s back, your iron spike in front of It’s neck, both hands on either side of the rod and you pulled as hard as you could.

Pennywise’s disturbing, maniacal laughter grew even scarier, something you didn’t think was possible as he began to suffocate. You let yourself drop back down to the ground, your grip still tight on your weapon as you used your position to pull It down to the ground. It was still laughing through chocked breathes but it had done what you hoped, and stopped, Mike had gotten to safety with the Losers.

And for one glorious moment you felt indestructible. Until you saw it shift before you’re very eyes and your eyes widened, as did the eyes of your friends and Bill. It’s complete figure changed, starting with It’s head. You and the Losers no longer saw a painted lady, a mummy, a horrible memory, an abusive father, or even a late little brother. But they saw you, their friend Y/n, cowering and crying under the iron rod that pinned you to the ground by the neck.

“Please,” It whimpered, bottom lip quivering horribly. “Please don’t. I don’t wanna die.”

The real you was staring at the sight of yourself, the real fake you that you always tried so hard to push down. You knew it was Pennywise, but it was enough to make you choke completely. You were always so confident, and you were good at sticking up for yourself and the rest of the Losers. At least that’s all they ever saw, that’s all you ever let them see. Deep down you were terrified, and much more than that you were terrified that your own fear would get in the way of protecting your loved ones.

Like now.

“Y/n?” Bill’s soft voice called out to you, breaking you from your spell.

You look down at your blubbering face, tears streaking down your cheeks as you begged yourself for mercy. Several pleas leaving your lips when finally you pulled the rod back. Your eyelids flicker open, gazing back up at you and watch your every move cowering.

“Y/n?” Ben asks.

You don’t answer, you just straighten, your demon double cowering beneath you and it only angers you more to know none of this is It’s own fear. It was yours. It was mocking you.

Which was pretty stupid, considering you still had the spike.

You bare your teeth as you summon your strength, throwing the end of the spike into the ground, going right through your throat.

~~~~

You watched with head on Bill’s shoulder as another drop of blood from your palm fell onto the grass. You were trying to think about anything but the pain, and with everything you had faced this summer, you certainly had the pick of the litter.

“It feels different now,” you say, voice quiet. “And not just cause It’s gone, ya know?”

You even hate to let yourself believe that, but for the sake of your sanity and the chance of every getting another night’s sleep you’d have to believe it. And knowing Bill as long as you did, you know he felt it too.

You pick your head up off his shoulder and look to his gaze break away from the hills in the distance to meet your eyes. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, and you know for sure he’s thinking it too. Beverly was leaving for Portland, Stan said he heard whispers from his parents that they might be moving and that was all on top of the heavy weight of your guys’ trauma that had already begun to drain everyone.

“A-a-at least we-we’ve got each o-other,”

You smiled, nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Big sap,” you chuckled.

He smiled a little, enjoying the small moment between the two of you. But it disappears when his mind returns to image that had been replaying in his mind nonstop since Neibolt. The image of your cowering form that bothered you so much. He had never seen you - the real you, that was being confronted, that is - so distraught. He gulps, gathering his strength.

“W-what made you s-see that?” He asks.

You don’t answer for a long moment, and Bill fears he’s upset you. Or confused you, but he doubts that is the case. Finally, you look up at him, and lick your lips nervously.

“I’m scared Bill,” you croaked, heart pounding wildly at the admission. “I’m always worrying about you, I’m always worrying about Richie, Mike, Eddie, Stanley, Bev, and Ben. I’m always worried something is going to happen. I’m always scared something’s gonna happen to the ones I love, and I get scared that I’m not gonna be enough to protect them.”

You take a deep breath, swallowing all the air you lost in your unintentional rant. Somewhere during your confession, your gaze broke away from Bill’s gaze and now here you were afraid to even look him in the eye.

There’s another silence that Bill finally ends after a small thoughtful moment.

“It’s okay to be scared, Y/n,” he says, pulling your eyes to him. “I-I-It’s part of being h-human.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying your best to banish the image of your cowardly form from your mind. Suddenly the sting of your cut didn’t hurt so bad.

You looked back into Bill’s soft eyes, and shrugged.

“I know, but it doesn’t make me feel too great either.”

He nudged you again with a charming smile.

“Well, y-you’re still a badass. Y-You’re always s-standing up for us,”

You chuckled weakly, sending him a smirk.

“That’s the easy part,” you say. “It’s looking out for myself that’s harder.”

“T-t-tell ya what?” You raise a brow at his sudden demeanor. “I’ll be t-the b-b-badass lookin out for you,”

You laughed, leaning in and giving him a lingering kiss that turned his cheeks absolutely scarlet.

You smiled when you saw this. “Thanks Billy Boy. Appreciate it. But I’d still like to work on myself a bit, ya know?”

He smiles again, this time triumphantly. “Deal.”

[sleepyimpala]

face timing jaeden because of self iso includes

FANDOM: IT (CAST). PAIRING: jaeden martell x reader. GENRE: headcanon. WARNINGS: none. REQUESTED: yes. FROM MY OLD BLOG: selfish-archipelago (not the one that’s around now, whoever they are took my old username)

Can I request a hc about having cute face time sessions with Jaeden cause of the virus and you can't see each in person? Maybe there's some guest appearances from the it cast? :) 💖

ahhh yessssss

+ you have attatchment issues lol

+ jaeden does kinda

+ you starting the phonecalls

+ he’s always doing something but he’s always dropping whatever he does to face time you

+ “i miss you so much babe”

+ “i know I wish you could at least walk down the road” because let’s be real you guys live in the same neighborhood

+ “yeah my lawyers suck,”

+ “It’s ok though,”

+ it gets really cute

+ so many jokes

+ just remembering old times

+ sometimes you’ll watch movies together

+ like play it at the same time

+ “Y/N STOP QUOTING GOD DAMMIT”

+ “Sorry!”

+ “nah it’s ok lol”

+ Wyatt joining the call halfway through

+ “Wyatt what the fuck is wrong with your hair”

+ “iT’s NoT LiKe I’m LeAvInG tHe HoUsE anY tImE sOON,”

+ “good boy,”

+ “shut up,”

+ “hey we should play animal crossing”

+ “we should”

+ you DO play animal crossing

+ filing skits separately and then sending them to Wyatt to compile them (is that possible idk)

+ tik tok collabs

+ yah sorry it’s short lol

MASTERLIST (requests for jaeden are closed)

[lucky-peoqle]

Hi! Can you do a teen! Bill x reader? I also recently rewatched the it movies and I just wanna read some Bill Denbrough imagines (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

a/n; i'm slowly getting through requests,,, this week is my last week of online school so send in requests bc this summer is gonna be BORING <3

fandom: it (2017)

character: bill denbrough

warnings: swearing,,, underage drinking (not even a full bottle, just a swig)

summary: the losers are having their annual out of school sleepover. they end up playing truth or dare, accidentally having the reader's true feelings for bill released :)

truth or dare

the losers sat in a circle, daring each other to do the stupidest things they could think of, and getting the juiciest of secrets spilled. you sat between mike and stan, laughing your asses off.

the game was all fun in games until richie dared eddie to do something that he wasn't fond of. the dare consisted of something like lick the toilet seat that sat in the bathroom next to bill's room.

"i'm not licking a fucking toilet seat rich!" eddie exclaimed.

"oh come on eds, all you have to do is put your tongue on it! you don't even have to lick it," richie urged.

"do you know what i could catch from that! i refuse to do it. choose something else."

richie rolled his eyes, "fine."

he looked around, his eyes meeting yours. he smirked, which worried you, and looked back at eddie.

"kiss y/n."

"what?" you, eddie, and bill all blurted out.

you looked over at bill and gave him a look. you quickly shook it off and looked back at richie.

"you heard me. kiss y/n," he said, "she's not that bad of a kisser. i know from experience," he winked at you, causing mike to laugh, you hitting his shoulder.

"b-beep beep, ri-richie," bill muttered.

"it was in 2nd grade richie. calm yourself," you laughed.

"anyway, stop being a pussy eds. kiss her already!"

eddie quickly glanced at bill and gave him an, "i'm sorry" look and made his way over to you, kneeling down in front of you.

he quickly pecked you on the lips, pulling away with a red face. the losers whooping and whistling in the background.

eddie quickly went back to his seat, in between ben and bill, whispering something in bill's ear.

"eddie, your turn," stan piped up.

"okay, umm, ben! i dare you to take a sip of the beer bev brought with her."

ben looked over at bev, who handed him the bottle, him taking a quick swig from it. he shook his head and made a face of disgust.

"how do people drink this stuff," he laughed, handing the bottle back to bev.

the game went on. richie decided someone had to end up licking the toilet seat, so he dared mike. mike sighing, but doing the dare anyway.

richie ended up having to yell out the window and proclaim his love for eddie. stan doing something like giving a mini fashion show, using blankets each loser brought from there own humble abodes.

bev had to tell the losers who she liked in each grade up till now, causing richie to laugh at her choice in men. beverly not hesitating to beat his ass.

the game was slowly coming to a stop as the group got tired. the person who had to ask the infamous question next was ben.

"y/n, truth or dare?"

"hmm... truth," you said, getting tired of picking dare almost every round.

"if you could date one person in the room, who would it be?"

"oh that's easy! it'd be richie," you stifle a laugh.

"WHAT?!" each loser shouts in disbelief.

"i'm kidding! it'd be bill...," you mutter quickly.

"who would it be?"

"BILL! IT WOULD BE BILL!" you shout, getting tired of the interrogation.

"yeah, get some bill!" bev laughed.

you looked at bill, his face just as red as yours. he smiled at you, you smiled back.

'maybe he does like you back?' you think to yourself.

"oka-"

"bill, truth or dare!" eddie asks.

"hey! it's my turn!"

"just trust him," stan whispers in your ear.

"u-uh.. dare?"

"i dare you to kiss your crush," eddie smiles widely.

you think he's going to turn to beverly, because you see them flirting from time to time, but bill stands up and walks over to you, planting a kiss on your lips.

you kiss back, in shock. your face turns a bright red color as he pulls away.

"tell her, bill!" richie encourages him.

bill shakes his head and chuckles, "i-i like you, y-y/n."

"lucky you, because it just so happens that i like you as well," you smile, the losers loosing their minds at your answer.

he smiles widely and pulls you in for another kiss, butterflies erupting in your stomach. once you two pull away, you lean closer to bill.

"you're a way better kisser than richie," you say quietly, giggles falling shortly after.

"I HEARD THAT!"

this was going to be one hell of a summer.

end.

a/n; CUTE CUTE CUTE!!! sorry for any misspellings,, im too lazy to look through it lmao c:

[misplacedxeggos]

Haircut - Jaeden Martell

A/N: this is inspired when Cathy gave Chandler a haircut in Friends lol

words: 430

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y/n POV

"Are you sure about this?"

Jaeden asked me for about the tenth time today.

"Jae, I'm almost done okay?"

I started to mess with his hair to see if the length in the back was alright while Jaeden started to lean towards my touch letting out some soft sounds.

"Perfect, I'm done back here. Just let me get the hair off your neck."

I slowly lowered myself to his neck and started to lightly blow. I heard him let out a shaky breath and a smirk etched its way onto my face.

I walked to the front of him to catch a small look of pleasure that then turned serious when he saw me.

I softly grabbed the sides of his face and pulled on his hair, checking to see if it was even

"W-what are you doing?"

"Just making sure that it's even"

"Okay"

I then set my glaze on his eyes which then shifted down to his lips. I memorized how his face looked, longing to know how his lips felt.

Both of us started to move closer together to were I could feel his breath. I was so close to closing the gap but jumped back when my phone started to ring.

I let out a small breath and stood up answering my phone.

"Hey, mom. Yeah, I'm just leaving now, see you soon."

I hung up the phone and told Jae that I had to get home and awkwardly left.

Once I was in the hallway, I thought over my decisions and knew what I had to do.

Quickly I turned back around and knocked on his door practically shaking thinking of what I was about to do. Jaeden opened the door with a confused look crossing his face in the process.

"What are you doing here?"

"Um, I forgot something."

"Oh, what'd you forget?"

"This."

I grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him towards me in a sense of urgency and neediness placing my lips against his. I pulled away first rethinking my decision, but not a moment later he placed his lips back on mine reassuringly.

We both smiled into the kiss until I remembered that I had to get home. I pulled away breathing in the fresh air and shortly nodded towards him.

"O-okay, I'll see you later." I said stumbling over my words.

"Yeah, see you later." He replied with a light blush covering his cheeks.

Though I had already turned to leave again, I could still hear him whisper to himself.

"Best haircut ever."

[bowieandqueen11]

Feed on your Fear / Bill Denbrough Imagine

Request: Y/N Denbrough, a member of the Losers club, and the wife of Bill, is kidnapped and taken hostage by Pennywise and held until Bill and the rest of the Losers come to rescue Y/N. When Bill spots Y/N, he goes all protective mode over his wife. 

Thank you so much @thebeckyjolene​ for helping me! <3

Warning: some strong language!

Comments are much appreciated!

The smell. The smell was almost unbearable.

It was much worse than you remembered, but then, none of you remembered much. It came back in waves, hitting you in the face with every waft of metallic and waste. 

From the sewer, he was enjoying some delicious smelling humans as he began to purr, softly at first. When no response came from Y/n Denbrough he licked up the drool pooling down his chin and began to growl. He could, of course eat the last few inhabitants of his lair in a violent rampage, but then the meat would be less tender.

Struggling against the chains, you barely noticed him at first. Pennywise. The clown. All you could feel was the burning of your wrists and the wet ground spitting little splints of stone into your knees. He just stood there for a while, in the darkness. At first his face was obscured by the dim, but then he shuffled forwards and the feeble light from the whole in the roof, glowing over the floating children was enough to illuminate his features.That bluish hue made him all the more pale, but it was clear that he was wearing thick white make-up; his mouth was huge and garish red. The hair on his head was garish and slightly curly,but it was the smile on his face, the unsmiling smile that made you feel sick to your stomach. 

It took a moment of unsettling silence before he spoke.

‘Do you want to hear a joke about the girl who went walking into a sewer late at night?’

‘My husband, my friends will find me, and this time, we’ll stop you for good you freak.’

‘I can smell your fear... taste it... and I’ll have eaten every last morsel, sucked every last drop of your little human bones before they find you.’

‘You think I’m afraid, but I know you are. You couldn’t even defeat a bunch of teenagers.’

He huffed, before stomping over and grabbing your face with his claws.

‘I carried you down here, your feet dragging against every step. Bop! Bop bop! I sat you in a sitting position and chained you to the wall.The dim light made your skin sparkle and glow. And now, now I’m thinking about how good it will taste... your flesh.’

The scream that warbled through the air down one of the sewer’s side tunnels was as good as a siren. Nobody screams like that unless it is terror beyond endurance. It was unmistakably a child, and a young one at that.

Neither of you hear the voices coming closer from the opposite tunnel.

‘Come on guys, we need to get out of the water, it’s n-not f-far now.’

‘Is that supposed to reassure us?’, Richie whispers with a sigh, slapping his wet leg up onto the jagged stone mound as Eddie reaches down to help him up, his flashlight bouncing around on his head and illuminating different patches of the water in a shimmering light.

Bill reaches down to help Ben up, but lets him slip back into the water as his face falls slack. His white knuckles begin to hurt from clenching his fist too hard, and his gritted teeth hurt enough to make his head pound. He slightly hunched, exuding an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent, his face red with suppressed rage.

‘What is it, Bill?’

‘M-my wife. He’s g-g-ot my f-fucking wife.’

There is a scream from deep within him that forces its way from his mouth, as if his terrified soul has unleashed a demon. All he feels is anger, all he feels is that blinding white heat that burns his eyes and makes his heart sink into the pit of his stomach.  

Suddenly, his fist was slamming into the clown’s face. They stumbled apart for a brief second, dodging his claw as the other Losers’ just stand there momentarily, shocked; for a brief instant, his blue eyes widen before he managed to tilt her head back and slam it into Bill’s. Stars burst in his vision but he shook it off, blinding throwing a sloppy kick. 

‘Bill! Go get Y/n, we can deal with this motherfuck!’

He stumbled forwards as Richie pushed him out of the way, and he slumped onto his knees before you. Tentatively, he reached out, taking your cold, shaking hand in his and squeezing as gently as possible. 

‘I knew you would come, Bill Denbrough.’

‘L-losers gotta stick together, r-right? I’m s-s- sorry, I’m so sorry-’

His arms encircled you tightly, holding your frame close to his chest. When you moved your chin to look up at him, he grabbed your face gently placed his lips against yours, not caring that his cold tears were dripping down onto your eyelashes.

‘I promise, I promise, I’m g-going to get us home. T-this time, I will.’

[katvalts999]

It || patrick hockstetter x richie tozier