#like duh id go anywhere for a date w a friend too. and like my last irl gf we were more bsfs than anything

[chiistarri]

gyus i might be a little aro ☝️

[imultifandomstuff]

A/N sooo, this is my second IT imagine and I hope you guys like it, especially the anon who requested it!! I think Stan is up next, but I may be wrong. I really want to write for Mike, he needs more love!!

Summary: Reader is 16 and dating Billy, and some of the Losers don't like it.

Warnings: just an age difference, if that needs a warning. Some light swearing (from Richie, of course).

Bill Denbrough

You walked out of school with a grin on your face as you let out a laugh at something your friend had said, the both of you overjoyed at the thought of summer beginning. You glanced to your left for no apparent reason as she said something you didn't hear, seeing Henry Bowers speaking to the Losers' club – as they called themselves. You frowned, and told your friend you'd see her around.

She followed your gaze as you began walking off, and sighed,"One day, you're gonna get yourself hurt!"

You looked back at her with a small smile,"And when that day comes, I'll get my brother on him!" She rolled her eyes with a laugh and began walking off in the opposite direction, knowing what you were saying was true and that you'd be alright. Your brother was nineteen, and all of the boys at school were scared of him because of how strong and protective of you he was.

"Oh, Henry," you drawled as you got closer, seeing Henry now in Billy Denbrough's face, causing them all to look over at you. "Please don't tell me you're picking on these boys again?" You gently grabbed onto Billy's arm and pulled him away from Henry and his gang, looking over the four of them. Henry gritted his teeth in annoyance,"Nope, just having a word with our friend, Billy, here."

You clicked your tongue against your teeth, stepping closer to Henry,"Do you not have anything better to do than pick on kids who've done nothing to you? You're a prick, Bowers. I may just have to get my brother and his friends on you four, just to show you how it feels to be bullied by people bigger than you."

Henry and his gang stiffened, and his eyes locked on yours in a staring match. When you didn't cower down, he scoffed and walked off, his friends quickly following behind him. Eddie sighed loudly in relief,"Gee, thanks, Y/N." You turned to face the boys two years younger than you, flashing them a smile and a small shrug,"Don't worry about it, I hate bullies."

"Y-y-you didn't huh-have to do that," Billy said, looking anywhere but your eyes out of embarrassment. You looked to him,"It's alright, he won't do anything to me. Trust me." He finally looked at you, and nodded lightly.

"Well, I've got to get home. I'll see you guys around," you smiled, pulling out your bike and riding off. Billy watched you go, a lovestruck expression on his face. Richie clapped a hand onto his shoulder,"Sucks being in love with a sophomore, huh?" Billy shoved him off,"I'm not in love with her."

"I don't trust her. No one is that nice," Stan said, shaking his head as they all watched you ride off. Billy sent him a look,"Suh-some people are."

Bill glanced over at you, feeling your gaze on him every few seconds or so as you scribbled in your notebook that you'd brought with you to the field you two were sitting at. The two of you had gotten quite close over the last few weeks, your friendship beginning a few days after he and his friends had gotten into a quarrel.

You asked where they were when you ran into him in town one day, but he didn't go into much detail. You didn't press on it, though. You only asked if he wanted to get an ice cream cone with you; your treat. Hesitantly, he said yes, slightly afraid that you were pulling a prank on him. He didn't believe you actually cared about him until you offered to go with him and his friends to save Beverly in It's lair, as you had also had a run in with the clown.

Now, only a week or so after it had all happened, the two of you were an item. You'd kissed him, much to his and everyone else's surprise. Sure, Bill was younger than you, but you didn't mind too much. You liked him a lot, even if his friends or family didn't approve of it.

"Will you stay still?" You asked Bill with a small smile, glancing up from your notebook once more. He looked back at you, a small blush on his cheeks,"W-Why? What're you duh-doing?"

"I'm drawing you," you'd answered simply, looking back down at your artwork and continuing to shade in places that needed it. Bill was confused, why would you draw him? Out of everything? There wasn't anything special about him. He voiced these thoughts to you, and your eyebrows immediately furrowed in confusion and slightly annoyance,"Are you kidding?"

Bill shook his head, watching as you set your notebook and pencil to the side and moved so that you were sitting in front of him. You moved a piece of hair out of his eye, moving to grab ahold of one of his hands,"Billy, you're the sweetest and cutest guy in the whole world. What isn't special about you?"

He blushed, his mind going back to what his friends had said to him just the day before.

"Billy, Y/N's too old for you! She's a sophomore!" Eddie exclaimed in a panic. Billy had just told them that you and him had kissed, and that you both confessed your feelings for the other. Richie nodded,"I know we joked about you being in love with her, and usually I'd say you should bone her, but he's right, man. There's no fuckin' way she's not using you."

Billy huffed in anger,"Shut u-up, Ri-Richie. Y/N isn't luh-like that."

Mike looked at his friends,"I don't really know her, but she helped us save Bev, guys. Maybe she's not so bad?" Ben nodded in agreement,"Yeah, Y/N was always really nice to me at school. She was one of the only people who actually bothered to learn my name."

Richie let out a loud groan as Beverly nodded,"She was always nice to me, too."

Stan was the only one who hadn't said anything, and they all looked to him for his opinion. The boy fidgeted uncomfortably,"I- uh, I don't know. She is really nice, but people lie. We just don't want you to get hurt, Bill."

Billie shook his head as he climbed into his bike,"S-She isn't going to hu-hurt me. You g-guys are id-id-idiots." Billy began to ride off on silver, his bicycle, heading Richie call after him,"Fine, but don't come crying to us when she reveals her true colors!"

"Bill?" You spoke, knocking him out of his thoughts. He shook his head lightly, looking up at you,"Sorry, I wuh-was just th-thinking."

"About what?" You asked him, watching as he looked anywhere but your face. "I j-just- Richie, Ed-Eddie, and Stan think you're l-lying. About l-liking me, I-I mean."

A look of hurt flashed over your face, and you gently unraveled your fingers from his. Bill's face fell, unhappy that he made you upset. "Oh," you muttered,"and what do you think?"

Bill glanced over and saw your open notebook, seeing the side of his face drawn beautifully with the field drawn in the background. His heart swelled, and for some reason he just knew that you weren't lying. He knew that you were genuine. Billy grabbed ahold of your face and made you look up at him,"I don't think you'd do that."

“M-maybe we shouldn’t.. I don’t want you and your friends to fight because of me,” you said. “I mean, maybe they’re right. Maybe I am too old for you.” Billy shook his head,”I don’t c-care how old y-you are. I like you. They’ll s-see how great of a puh-person you are, and g-g-get over it.” You hesitated, before nodding lightly.��

Billy leaned in, placing his soft lips gently against yours. One of your hands moved to cup one of his that held your face as he pulled back, and you wrapped your arms around his chest and leaned into him, hugging him tightly.

"I wouldn’t ever lie about that, especially not to you. You’re too special.”