Requested: yep! by anon “okay uhh i’m not sure if you’re currently taking requests but! if you are can i request richie x male! reader in like any context but preferably with some inkling of angst haha,,, thank u!!! have a wonderful day!!”
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Male!Reader
Warnings: abuse, homophobia but ur gonna have to read between the lines oops, probs the angstiest thing i’ve written yet,
a/n: i made this real short and im sorry
gif cred belongs to @dumbasscorn
You cringed once again as you heard another glass bottle shatter. You had locked yourself in your room when your dad started yelling. At first, it was at you. At you personality, at your choices... You just wanted to tell the truth. But the truth isn’t always what people like.
Then, when your mom started defending you, he turned it to her. That’s when you ran down the hall, right into your room. You knew that part got messy. That’s when he got violent. And while you wished you could help, you knew your presence would only make the entire situation worse.
You thought back to his words earlier, but you couldn’t find yourself to be hurt by them. Somehow, you wanted to be. You wanted to care enough about him crave his approval, his attention. But you didn’t.
You were shuffling around your drawer for the walkman you hadn’t used in weeks, ready to turn on a tape and block out the yelling and the world itself, when a knock came on your window. You spun around and sighed in relief to see the light reflecting off of a pair of glasses.
You moved to it and unlocked it quickly, opening it for the Hawaiian shirt-clad boy squatting on your windowsill.
“I heard the yelling,” Richie shrugged when you arched a brow at him. “You told him?”
You nodded. “Either I told him or he found out. It was easier this way.”
He nodded, then stood on the sill and reached a hand down to you. “Then where do you wanna go?”
You looked to his hand, then to the sun reflecting on his dark, curly hair. The sunlight streaming through the tree outside your window made his freckles even more prominent than usual. You could take the yelling. You could take whatever your dad threw at you, whatever shaky questions your mom would ask. It was worth it for this boy.
You took his hand and stepped onto your desk. You were barely taller than him, but boy did you love the way you had to drop your gaze to look at him. “Anywhere but here.”
hihihi! can i request a platonic!bill x f!reader where they are close art buddies and consider each other their soulmate? preferably a "being art buddies w bill would include.." but a fic is great too! i'm starting my own writing blog and this is the relationship reader/main and bill will have, was hoping for some inspo! thanks 💓🌷
this request is ADORABLE and it’s been a little bit since it’s been requested, but i hope the blog is going well!!!! <3
-being art buddies w bill would include!!!!!!!!!
-ok minor background, you were both sat next to each other at a seat change and automatically you saw his art and was like !!!!!
-and then he saw your art and was like !!!!!
-so sometimes you two ask each other for advice or inspo
-you’re SUPER patient w his stutter and he appreciates it sm
-you just give him a kind smile and wait for him to finish and give a paced response and he may never say it but he rlly genuinely appreciates it
-there was one time where you were given separate projects on what to draw and yours was about animals and you HATE HOW YOU DRAW ANIMALS
-when you got the paper out to start, bill was already starting his (he got flowers smh) and you just slammed your head onto the table
-he jumped SO HARD what a pure boy
-but he helped calm you down!! and he gave you some tips and offered to help and was so sweet about it
-he acted like he hadn’t seen you in a moment of great artistic panic and just kept being sweet and you were so appreciative
-omg and when you two get partnered for partner projects
-ohoho
-that art is up the hall for WEEKS
-and thems the facts
-ok but you two have vvvv different styles and you have different strengths and weaknesses when it comes to art, but you two find the things that you have in common and exploit the f out of them with and to each other and it’s always amazing
-you two may not be the closest outside of art class, but you do develop some inside jokes and whatnot that you shoot at each other anywhere and everywhere
-and neither of you would want your friendship to be any other way tbh
Requested: yes!! by anon “Hey!! if requests are still open, can I have one like that scene in new girl where they want Jess and Nick to kiss and then she’s like just do it and Nick’s like “Not like this!!!” <3″
Pairings: Stan Uris x Reader, Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)
Warnings: its a little longer than most of my stuff but its worth the read i promise
a/n: i literally loved writing this omg
gif cred belongs to @the-losers-clubs
Seven minutes in heaven had been your idea. You and the rest of the losers had been trying for weeks to get Richie and Eddie to confess to each other before either of them exploded. You had tried everything: making plans and everyone but them cancelling last minute, “accidentally” locking them into a room together, and all but shoving them to each other at any given opportunity. But none of it was working. So you had suggested that lovely game.
“We rig it!” you grinned when Ben questioned you. “We make sure they draw the other’s object. Like we all know that Eddie would put in his inhaler, so we make all the other objects significantly smaller, because we know Richie’s ambitious and would go straight for the big prize!” They laughed and nodded along. “But to make it more believable as a totally random quirky idea of mine, we should also play a few rounds in total.”
“Throw them off the scent,” Mike nodded.
“Exactly, my boy!” you grinned. The determined look on your face was absolutely adorable to Stan.
Though Stan had a major crush on you, he prayed you two wouldn’t end up in the closet together. While it could be a dream come true, he had a plan. And that plan involved sweeping you off your feet, not being pressured to kiss in some dinky old closet.
At the hangout the next day, you tried to mention it as casually as you could. You kept the hang out lowkey, just some funny truth games, and when Richie finally piped up that he was bored, you tried to act as if the idea were brand new.
“Let’s spice it up!” Richie exclaimed. “Something fun!”
They all considered their different ideas, before you said, “Truth or dare? Actually, never mind. I think we’re all tired of truths...” They chuckled and agreed.
“20 questions?” Ben piped.
“What did I just say?” You all laughed again. Then you grinned, “Oh, I got it! Seven minutes in heaven!”
“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Richie exclaimed, jumping to his feet. You giggled.
“Lemme go get a hat. Pick out your items, fellas.”
When you returned, everyone put in their pieces secretly, no one allowed to look at anyone’s. But you snuck a little peek, and nodded to the knowing losers after Eddie had plopped in his inhaler. They grinned.
“Alright, who first?” you hummed, shaking the hat in your hand, hearing rattling. They stayed silent. “Aw, come on guys.”
When Mike caught Eddie about to pipe up, he said, “Me! I’ll take this one for the team!” You all laughed at his enthusiasm as he jogged up. He made a show of shuffling his hand through, pulling out and raising high a walkman. “Oh, Benny boy...”
You all laughed and whooped teasingly as they entered the closet. You set your watch timer. “Don’t have too much fun, boys.”
You all chittered and laughed for the seven minutes they were in there, and occasionally you’d hear them bark with laughter or make some kind of suggestive noise or phrase. It was extremely entertaining.
“Alright lovebirds, it’s time to put the clothes back on,” you hummed, swinging the closet open. Mike pretended to be slipping his shirt back on. You all laughed as they walked out.
“Who’s next?” you hummed.
“Oh, I think Miss Idea Master should have some fun,” Beverly winked. You raised your eyebrows.
“You just want a piece of this, Marsh, don’t deny it,” you sighed dramatically, making them laugh and Richie whistle as you shuffled through the hat. You whipped out a necklace of the Star of David and Stan’s hand immediately went to where it usually resided in his pocket.
Richie whooped louder than the others. “Get it, Stan the Man!” He ambitiously nudged him toward you and the closet while you giggled. Stan immediately regretted all the choices he had made that night and before. Coming to the hang out, putting in his charm, and telling Richie about his feelings in the first place. He never more wanted to disappear from your presence.
“After you,” you hummed charmingly, opening the door to the closet. He chuckled, trying to mask his anxiety as he walked in. You tossed Bill your watch before you closed the door. “I trust you, Billy boy!”
“Wh-Why?” he asked, making them all burst into laughter. You swung the door shut without answering. You slid down the door and he slid down the wall next to you.
“How’s it going, Stan?” you asked casually.
“Good as ever,” he sighed and you giggled. He smiled, leaning his head back against the wall. “How are you?”
“My blood hasn’t felt this rush since Richie dared me to smoke that one time,” you laughed and he joined. “I just wanna see them, happy, ya know?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Richie’s a dickhead, but Eddie balances that out.”
“Exactly,” you grinned.
You both kept chattering for a few minutes, and he thought to himself, Why was I so worried?
Then he heard Richie’s voice and remembered why.
“One minute, lovebirds!” You laughed as another series of whoops followed. “If you guys didn’t kiss, it wasn’t worth it!”
“What?” you laughed out.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Richie chanted, and Stan noted that Beverly and Mike joined. He added those names to his list.
They kept their chanting up, and you pretended not to be incredibly flustered as you yelled out, “Shouldn’t that minute be up?” Your voice warbled as you talked, but Stan barely noticed in his annoyance.
“We’re not letting you out until you kiss!”
Stan never more wanted to punch wall.
You turned your head to him. “Get it over with?” He shook his head immediately. You raised your eyebrows at him. “Gee.”
“No, no, no,” he added quickly. “It’s not that- You don’t- I just, uh, I-”
“What?” you cut in as his mind raced.
“Not like this,” he blurted. And though there was still chattering outside of the closet, the silence in there was prominent. And then the door swung open and you fell on your back with an ‘oof’.
Eddie was standing in the doorway over you. “We figured you’d suffered enough.”
Stan stood up and offered you a hand. You took it and allowed him to pull you up, muttering a quick ‘thanks’ before putting a grin back onto your face and grabbing the hat.
“Okay,” you hummed, back to your cheery hosting self, though your cheeks were tinted an incredible pink. “Who’s next?”
.
Eddie and Richie spent nine minutes in the closet. Neither of them complained about the overtime, and they both came out blushing. But for once, you didn’t pay attention to the results. Everyone else was nonchalant and teasing as ever about it, waiting to see what would develop in coming days.
You wished everyone good bye and good night when the hang out was over, as your house was in a separate direction from everyone else’s. Except for one.
“Can I walk you home?”
And there was the man on your mind. You nodded. You both walked in a mostly comfortable silence until he made some joke about Eddie and Richie, which sparked you back into your previous mood. If he wasn’t making a big deal out of it, why should you?
When you finally got to your house, he walked you to the front door, finishing, “All I’m saying is I think we should keep a watch on the janitor’s closet on Monday.”
You laughed. “You think we started a closet fetish?”
He put his hands up in mock surrender. “Your words, not mine.” You laughed and he grinned. You unlocked the door.
“Night, Stan,” you smiled.
“Night, [name],” he sighed, stepping off the small porch. Then before you could open the door, he stepped back up, turning you to him and connected your lips with his. One of his hands went in your hair, the other on your waist as he messily poured all of his fluster from that night into that deep kiss. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders quickly, standing on your tip-toes for better leverage as you relieved yourself with that kiss, pouring out what you had hid from him in that closet.
Though it was hasty and inexperienced, the kiss was deep and meaningful, and he only pulled away a minute later when he ran out of breath. And even after that, he went back in for a shorter one, sliding the hand in your hair down to your waist. When you were finally apart, you rested your forehead against his, eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. You only opened them again when he spoke to you.
Requested: nope!! just a draft i had for a while that i finally finished :)
Pairing: Mike Hanlon x Reader
Warning: maybe swearing ? but im not entirely sure lol,, kinda long but im not sorry haha
a/n: PLEASE please please send in some requests guys!! im open for some wintery stuff now ;))
gif cred belongs to @cassieainsworth
You met the losers when they occupied the two empty apartments across the hall from yours. They were fresh out of college, as were you, but you didn’t actually learn that for a few months.
The first run in you had with one of them was with Mike. Mike and Beverly were walking together to the laundry room, Bev chattering loudly about something while Mike--being a polite, attentive listener--nodded along and offered his thoughts.
You were just coming out of the laundry room and slightly struggling with your two baskets of clothes. Mike saw this and put his basket on top of Bev’s, promising to be right back and she nodded in understanding. Mike smoothly slipped the basket from your arm as Bev slipped into the laundry room.
“Oh, thanks,” you chuckled.
“No problem,” he said with a friendly smile that you returned gently. “I’m Mike Hanlon.”
“[name] [last name],” you offered.
“Beautiful name,” he charmed. You blushed. “So [name], why all the clothes?”
“I just got back from a trip,” you said brightly.
“Oh, really?” he questioned politely. “Where did you go?”
“Well, actually my friend was supposed to go on a trip with her boyfriend for their two year anniversary, but he dumped her,” you sighed. He cringed in sympathy. “Yeah, I know. Total jerk. Anyway, she had me come with her instead. We went to Hawaii for two weeks.”
He nodded. “Sounds nice. Bet you got better weather than we have here,” he joked, throwing a pointed look to the window at the end of the hall, where the raging storm outside was apparent.
“Yeah,” you laughed. “Oh, my apartment’s just right here.” You set the basket down and unlocked your door, opening it and motioning for him to follow you. You both placed the baskets down on your table. You smiled at each other as he moved to stand outside.
“Thanks so much for the help,” you smiled.
“No problem,” he chuckled. “You know, my apartment’s just across the hall.” He leaned back and pointed to the wooden door.
“Oh,” you drawled. “You’re the people who moved in... a month ago?”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“Great to finally meet you,” you giggled. “Well, if you ever need anything, I’m right across the hall.”
“Thanks,” he smiled, waving as he walked away. You closed your door with a grin.
The next losers you met were Bill and Eddie in the coffee shop across the street from the apartment.
It was a cold, snowy winter day and you were temporarily working at the small shop while you searched for a definite job. You were working one of the later shifts when the boys walked in with Mike. You were wiping down the counter, as only a few costumers remained spread throughout the round tables in the shop. You looked up when you heard the bell ding and smiled to yourself when you saw Mike. You went back to wiping as to look inconspicuous.
“[name]!” Mike exclaimed. Since you first met, you had a few encounters with each other that brought you to a friendly status.
“Hey, Mike,” you chuckled as the boys approached the counter. “Lovely weather we’re having.”
“Oh, definitely,” he joked, nodding as if he were serious. You laughed. He gave you a grin. “[name], these are my friends Bill Denbrough and Eddie Kaspbrak. They live in the apartment next to mine. We all moved into the building after going to college together with a few more friends of mine.” You nodded. “Guys, this is [name] [last name]. She actually lives in the apartment across from us.”
“Oh,” Eddie drawled and Bill nodded. “I’m so sorry.” You let out a laugh.
“I thought you looked familiar,” Bill chuckled, reaching a hand over the counter. You took his cold hand into your warmer one and smiled. He returned it happily.
“So what can I get you three?” you asked, leaning back.
“Seven hot chocolates,” Mike sighed.
“Not the strangest order I’ve gotten all day,” you sighed, making them chuckle as you scribbled it onto your notepad and waved the paper to your coworker. You laughed and gave them their total, to which they payed and spent the wait time chatting with you. Even after they received their orders, Mike stayed to talk. Bill and Eddie shot each other amused looks as they took the rest of the drinks and walked out of the shop while you and Mike laughed.
You met Stan, Beverly, Ben, and Richie without the help of Mike.
You met Bev first. Beverly, being the caffeine addict she is, stopped by the shop regularly for daily doses of coffee. You were her regular barista, therefore sometimes you’d talk when the days were slow. After she found out that you guys lived across from each other, she’d wake up earlier to accompany you opening the store and get the first hot coffee of the day. You two easily became good friends through slow days and fresh drinks.
Your meeting with Richie continues to amuse you to no end. You had been entering the apartment complex as he and Eddie were exiting. The duo appeared to be arguing, Eddie looking visibly annoyed while Richie seemed more amused than peeved. You were a few feet away when they had exited, so Eddie was holding the door open for you. Richie stood next to him and said something casually, and whatever he said made Eddie growl and kick his ankle. Naturally, Richie fell.
Eddie was about to apologize when Richie quickly recovered. He barely sat up as he winked and shot finger guns at you, suavely saying, “Guess you could say I fell for you.” You immediately cracked up while Eddie grumbled and helped Richie up.
Eddie greeted and apologized to you, introducing you to his “idiot roomate” Richie. You guys hit it off easily, and whenever you were around and he got the chance, he’d drop a line just as cheesy as the one he dropped the day you met.
Next was Ben. He had come into the coffee shop one late evening, looking a little frustrated. He had a book tucked under one arm and a work bag in the other. Despite looking so bothered, he smiled at you.
“Good evening,” you greeted nicely. “How are you?”
“I’m alright. How are you..,” he glanced down at your name tag, “[name]..?” The hesitation in his voice prompted your lack of response. Luckily, he continued, “You don’t happen to know Beverly Marsh, do you?”
“I do,” you beamed.
He nodded. “So you’re the infamous [name].” You giggled. “She’s been raving about you for weeks. I’m her boyfriend.”
“Oh!” you exclaimed. “You’re Ben, right?” He nodded. “So lovely to finally meet you!”
“You, as well,” he responded coolly. And since then, you and Ben found your fun together within small talks at the cafe and light reading sessions after you once ran into him at the local book store.
Your meeting with Stan was more or less mutual: just casual coffee shop banter. You had told him some strange off-handed pun and he had just shook his head. From that point on, you always told him puns in an attempt to break through him and get him to laugh. Eventually you just started writing them on his drink cup, and he would roll his eyes before he left.
When Stan first saw you hanging out with Mike, just walking in town one day, he connected a lot of dots, as did Mike.
“You’re the pun girl, huh?” Mike laughed. You nodded, giggling. “That makes a lot of sense.”
After you had officially met all of the losers, they all constantly teased Mike about how often you two were seen together.
One day he walked into the apartment where everyone was gathered, and after they all greeted them, Richie piped up, “Coming from the coffee shop?”
He nodded. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
“You’re smiling,” he grinned, and they all giggled.
He flushed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”
Little teases like this became the norm whenever he came back from hanging out with you, them always saying how he was glowing or smiling or sweeter than usual. But he would never admit anything to them. And after five months of you two hanging out nearly every day, the losers decided it was time for the both of you to quit blushing like high schoolers and get together.
“I have the perfect idea,” Beverly grinned. And they got to work.
It was a Saturday afternoon and rather slow at the coffee shop. You sat behind the counter, reading a book and waiting for your shift to be over so you could go home and relax. Then, Beverly burst into the shop, making your grin and close your book.
“What can I get you, Bevvy?” you hummed sweetly, standing from your stool.
“A moment of your time, please,” she smiled smoothly, as if she hadn’t just sprinted into the shop.
“Sure thing,” you giggled.
“I was thinking,” she hummed.
“That’s not good.”
She shoved your arm and you laughed. She continued, “Anyway, I had this great idea that I could set you up on a blind date.” You blinked in surprise. You hadn’t expected that one. “A friend of mine has been begging for me to set him up since the beginning of time, and he’s free tonight.”
“Tonight?” you sounded.
“Yeah!” she exclaimed. “He’s sweet, charming, handsome...” You still looked reluctant. “Come on, it’s just one date! You two would just have dinner at Busby’s down the street!”
You sighed, considering. “Fine.” She cheered. “But only because you asked. And no promises for second dates.”
“Totally, no strings attached!” she exclaimed, holding a pinky out. You took it in your own with a childish smile. “Love you, [nickname].”
“Yeah, yeah, I love me, too.”
Back at the apartment, Richie and Mike were sitting on the couch, conversing.
“A blind date?” Mike sighed, extremely hesitantly.
“Come on, big guy, it’ll be fun!” Richie suaded. “Just one dinner at Busby’s tonight and nothing else. You haven’t gone out with anyone... well, since you met [name].”
Mike huffed, a conflicted look in his eyes. “Okay. Fine. But just one date.”
Richie whooped and hopped to his feet, clapping Mike’s shoulder as he walked away. “You won’t be disappointed, big guy.”
That night, you arrived at Busby’s slightly after seven, cursing yourself for being late. But when you entered, there stood Mike Hanlon himself.
“No way,” he laughed, shaking his head.
You pointed to yourself. “Bev. You?”
“Richie,” he shrugged. You tilted your head, your face scrunching up. “What?”
“I’m disappointed, gotta be real,” you sighed. He laughed, making you grin. From a table near that check-in area, the losers were hiding behind their menus, watching the exchange.
“How’d they immediately know?” Eddie whispered. Bev shushed him.
“It’s sweet of them. I’ll give ‘em that,” you sighed.
“Good intentions,” Mike shrugged.
“No, seriously..,” Eddie trailed.
Mike offered you his arm. “M’lady.” You rolled your eyes as he guided you about two feet away to check in.
“Yo, pass the bread sticks.”
“Get ‘em yourself, asshole!”
“You’re closer!”
“I swear to God, if you two don’t shut up...”
Now, you two were being guided to your table, not too far away from theirs. When you got there and the waiter laid out your menus, Mike pulled out your chair. You grinned and gave him a quick kiss.
“Wait...”
“Are they..?”
They watched as you two settled down and immediately connected your hands across the table.
Requested: yep!! by anon “reader asking to cheat off Mike’s math test right before class, he lets them but then offers to help them study?”
Pairing: Mike Hanlon x Reader
Warning: just fluff
a/n: keep the requests comin
gif cred belongs to @bevymarshs
Mike was just eating lunch as usual with the losers, some math notes spread out before him. Next period was their big unit test, and he’d be damned if he failed. But he was feeling pretty confident about this one. He was good at math, despite a few distractions in that class...
“Mike!”
Speaking of distractions...
All the losers looked over as you slid into the seat next to the studying boy, clinging to his arm. He laughed as you grinned at him.
“Mikey boy, my friend, my pal, my smartest advocate,” you dramatically praised. He shook his head.
“No, [name],” he hummed, already knowing this game.
You pouted and he couldn’t help but find it adorable. “Pleeease? That dummy teacher won’t listen to my questions, and I haven’t been able to keep up for weeks!”
“How about you actually try to pay attention?” he hummed. Your jaw dropped.
You stood. “Okay, wow. I see how it is, Hanlon.” And you went to strut away when he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him.
“Just this once,” he sighed, looking at you seriously. You broke into a grin and pulled him into a tight hug.
“Yes! Thanks, Mikey!”
“Whatever,” he chuckled. You went to walk away again, but he was still holding your hand. You looked back to him and he said, “And next time, I’m helping you study.”
You smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “If you want a date with me so bad, choose something I actually do, like go to the movies.” And you walked away, leaving him blushing. But before you got too far, you said, “But I guess a study date works, too.”
Mike turned back to his notes, his face still burning and your sweet words swirling in his mind.
“So, Mike.”
He turned to his friends, seeing them all looking at him like a predator looks at its prey.
Requested: yep!! a WHILE ago by anon “hi hi! can you do something like u did with body. heat w stan but for richie ?? it’s okay if you can’t i love ur stuff bby hAVE A NICE DAY LOVE 💖💗💖💗💕💗💕💕”
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader
Warning: sexual themes, AGED UP, I REPEAT, THEY ARE A G E D U P
a/n: another old rq i IGNORED sorry bb,, also it started flurrying the other day where i live and i wanted to cry out of pure joy
gif cred belongs to @stansrichie
Richie was sitting in his kitchen all alone. It was about eight in the morning, but the sun wasn’t out. Instead, the sky was completely clouded over as heavy snow drifted to the ground, piling up a few inches already; it hadn’t been snowing when he’d gone to bed the night before.
He took another bite of the cereal he had made himself as he watched the majestic flakes scatter in the air and disappear into each other. Then frantic knocking snapped him out of his daze and he jumped up to get the door.
When it swung open, there stood you, shivering and looking ever so uncomfortable in your winter coat. He pulled you in and closed the door with a laugh as you simply fell into his warm arms.
He rubbed up and down your clothed arms and laughed, “Could you knock any louder?”
“I didn’t know if you were awake, doofus,” you shivered. He rolled his eyes and helped you get out of your coat. You fell right back into his arms.
“It’s so cold,” you huffed, falling back into his arms.
“I know, sweet cheeks,” he sighed, resting his cheek against your flushed one. In one smooth movement, he tilted your face to his and pressed a warm kiss against your lips. But he didn’t stop there. He kept coming back for more and more.
“Still cold?” he asked when he finally pulled away from you. You nodded with a sniff. He took your hands in his and guided you toward his room. “Good news: I’m hot.”
Requested: yep!!! for a writers block induced ficswap with the lovely @denbrough-byers who wanted some bill with the prompt “stop. please, stop.” “stop what?” “stop calling me your best friend.” “why?” “i don’t need to be constantly reminded of the fact that’s all i’ll ever be.”
Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader
Warning: one little swear word
a/n: please please PLEASE send in more requests y’all!!!!!!
gif cred belongs to @imultifandomstuff
Bill Denbrough was your closest friend. Ever since you moved to Derry in sixth grade, you and Bill just... clicked. When you couldn’t stand your family, you could be found at his house. When the nights got too rough for him, you two would climb onto your roof and look at the stars until he wasn’t shaking anymore.
Over the course of three years filled with these nights, days, and whatever else you two would spend with each other, Bill had to admit, he developed a crush on you. He kept it a secret. He liked the friendship he had with you, and Lord knows what would happen if the rest of the losers or you found out.
But when Beverly joined the losers, she could tell right away. After she finally managed to get it out of him, she teased him relentlessly. This only proved to worsen his crush.
It had been another one of those nights. This time, he had known you were having a bad day, and his suspicions were confirmed when the clock hit eleven pm and he saw you climbing onto your rooftop.
He snuck out of his house and when he biked into your driveway you called down, “You don’t have to!”
“I w-want to!” he called back, voice slightly deeper from his exhaustion.
You rolled your eyes, but he couldn’t see. He did grin when he saw you climbing back in your window to let him in.
You two were silent as you guided him in, careful not to wake your siblings or parents as you followed the usual routine to get to that blissful night air. When you both had finally settled on the roof, he laid back and closed his eyes.
“You shouldn’t have come,” you giggled, propping your knees up and hugging them to your chest.
“I wanted to,” he hummed, words tired and slurred together.
You rolled your eyes with a sweet grin. He opened his eyes with a sigh. “Wh-What’s wrong?”
You just shrugged, looking out at the houses of the neighborhood.
“You know y-you can tell m-me-me any-anything.”
“I know,” you said softly, so soft that he could barely hear it over the breeze that swept through his ears.
And then you broke. He heard you take a shaky breath before you started talking. More family problems, and some spark-up at school. And despite his sleepiness, he listened to every single word that left your lips and watched your face as tears streaked down it. You smiled sheepishly and sarcastically as you vented, and he could hear his heartbeat faintly in his ears as he watched your expressions.
When you were done he said, “People suck.”
You laughed incredulously, “I know!”
“I-I know it’s t-tough,” he sighed. “We can’t pre-pretend l-l-like it isn’t. But th-there’s no one better i-in Derry to f-feel th-this w-way.” You arched an eyebrow. “You-You’re s-so much stronger th-than half th-the people here. Y-You’re gonna get through this. I kn-know you can.” You gave him a sweet smile.
“Thanks, Bill,” you said softly again, looking back to the stars. He closed his eyes again and started drifting even further off as he heard some wind chimes clink in the distance. He wondering if they were from his house.
“You’re my best friend, Bill,” you sighed, stirring his resting and making his heart ache, as they always did at those words.
“Stop,” he said lazily without thinking about his words. “P-Please stop.”
“Stop what?” you asked, surprised.
“S-Stop calling me your b-best friend,” he sighed.
“What?” you laughed. “Why?”
“I-I don’t ne-need to be con-constantly reminded that th-that’s all I-I-I’ll ever be.”
Your eyes immediately widened and your heart immediately started pounding. Then he realized what he said and sat up.
“Uhhh..,” he trailed.
You immediately shook your head furiously, “Nope. Nu-uh.” He gave you a questioning look. “You can’t take it back.”
“Damnit,” he grumbled.
“No, no, no,” you grinned. “Now we’re gonna talk about it.”
He groaned, throwing his head back and laying back down. You giggled and plopped down next to him. He turned to face toward you.
“So when did this all start?” you hummed.
He rolled his eyes, his face now burning with embarrassment.
You rolled your eyes right back. You gave it a few seconds of thinking before you blurted, “I like you, Bill.” He snapped his gaze back up to yours. You were still smiling. “So if you wanna talk about the more than best friends thing while you’re still conscious, now’s the time.”
He huffed as his brain processed your words.
“I-I don’t like w-words.”
“Huh?”
But before you could even think to prod and poke at his emotions more, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss. It was lazy and tired, but it was still sweet and gentle all the same. When you separated, you gave him a wide-eyed smile at his still flushed face.
“Never mind,” you hummed, leaning your forehead against his. “I don’t like words either.” He laughed before giving you another pleasant kiss.
Requested: yep!! by anon “Hi, you're oneshots are adorable! May I please request a Bill Denbrough x reader where the reader is all affectionate and protective towards Bill and Bill gets all flustered and soft and just fluffy fluff yee? And can the reader kinda act a bit like Richie sorta??”
Pairing(s): Bill Denbrough x Reader, Richie x Eddie (Reddie)
Warning: none i think
a/n: please keep the requests coming y’all i love them
gif cred belongs to @gusdapperton
You and Richie bicker constantly. No matter the topic, whether it be some new song that came out, ranging to something you did in class, you two could on for hours.
This time around, it was about relationships. No one had any idea how it had started, they had just found you two fighting, your face absolutely glowing red and his adorned with an irked expression.
“How long has this been going?” Bev asked when her and Ben arrived at the scene, where Mike and Stan were sitting off to the side, seemingly unnoticed.
“They were fighting when he got here,” Mike said absently, eyes glued to your gesturing.
“When was that?” she asked.
“Thirty minutes ago.”
Eddie arrived next, and rolled his eyes as Richie went on a tangent that made your face scrunch up in disapproval. You shook your head the entire time.
“I got my money on [name],” Stan said after hearing your surprising backlash.
“How much?” Eddie asked.
“Twenty bucks,” he prodded.
Eddie considered. Then shrugged, nodded, and shook Stan’s hand.
“W-What’s worth t-twenty?” Bill aske’d as he finally approached. Then he addressed the bickering and sighed. “Never mind. What’s i-it about?”
“I think chemistry class?” Mike said, shaking his head.
“No, I thought it was about attention,” Ben said. “Like paying attention? Being attentive?”
They all shrugged.
“You know, this argument wouldn’t have started if you would just admit that I’m right!” Richie exclaimed. “I’m better!”
“Absolutely not!” you counter with a scoff. “Name one nice gesture! One!”
He sucked in breath, pondering.
“It shouldn’t take that long!” you laughed. “I can fire off easily! Movies, home, flowers, friends! It all matters!”
“Does it feel like they’re leaving words out?” Mike asked. They all nodded.
“I do other things!” Richie demanded.
“Oh, really? Name one!”
He hesitated.
“It shouldn’t be that difficult!” you laughed. “It’s not hard to admit! Just say I’m right, and we can forget this whole argument.”
“No! Because that’s not the truth!” he stomped. They flinched. “I’m a good boyfriend! And so is Eddie!”
Eddie flushed. Everyone gasped. You two payed no mind to them.
“And I never said you two weren’t!” you defended. “I just said you shouldn’t underestimate Bill as a boyfriend so quickly!”
“Wait what?” Bill stammered.
You immediately whipped to him, pointing. “You stay out of this, my sweet boy.” He flushed as you turned around and kept up your defending.
Eddie nudged Bill, snapping him out of his flustered state. He nodded to the bickering pair and Bill nodded. They moved toward the two of you and grabbed you both from behind, pulling you away from each other.
Bill took your hand in his when you were far enough away to not need to be dragged. He laughed when you took a deep breath.
“Y-You don’t have to d-d-defend me a-all the time, you kn-know?” he hummed. “E-Especially to Richie.”
“I know,” you hummed, leaning against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head. “I just couldn’t let him get away with that one.”
“Ho-How many t-ti-times have you said that b-before?”
“Please don’t remind me.”
He laughed again, making you smile. You would defend that boy til the end of time if that’s what it took.
Requested: yes!! a VERY old rq by @trueartisthatofwriting11 “Hey I was wondering if you could do a soulmate with Richie on the red-string of fate where when the two people are within lik17 feet of each other they’re pulled together by the invisible string. And like the reader is drawing down in the quarry and when the loser club shows up and Richie gets to the edge hes yanked down the cliff because of the soulmate thing and when he tries to flirt the readers all sassy and hes just like oh my god you really are my soulmate sorry if thats to much. Love ya!”
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader
Warning: swearing (are we surprised? no!)
a/n: i!! love!! soulmate aus!!!! and im sorry i neglected this request for so long i am a Fool in mans shoes
and!! this is an entry for @fandomlit’s writing contest!! congrats on 1000 followers girl!
gif cred belongs to @gladerwolfstarkimagines
Doodling was a good de-stresser of yours. You weren’t a busy person by any means, but sometimes people and school was just too much to handle, and you just need some way to give your mind a rest. So you picked up art. And it worked like a charm.
The main theme for most of your drawings? Soulmates.
You lived in a world where everyone was supposed to have a soulmate. There were many ways that bonded soulmates together; the first words you say to each other could be written on your wrist, bruises they get could appear on your body, whenever you write on your body it appears on theirs, ect. You had tried everything to find out what your bond was. You narrowed it down to the red string or not having a soulmate. You preferred to think positive.
The red string bond was when whenever soulmates are in close range of each other (can range anywhere from 10-200 feet), a red string appears and connects to their pinkies, drawing them together. You always tried to depict this scenario in some of your drawings, but it was so difficult without actually knowing what could happen. Sure you had an imagination, but everything you drew out just felt... wrong.
You usually find a cozy spot somewhere hidden to just expel your emotions onto a page. That day, you were lead to the local quarry. You found a spot on one of the rocks by the shore and decided it would be good enough for the time being. You immersed yourself in your surroundings as you considered what to draw.
You heard the chirping of birds, felt the cool breeze that signified the coming autumn season. You closed your eyes and immersed yourself and almost completely forgot about wanting to draw. You were snapped back into reality by some people biking by, the turning of the wheels and gears against the gravel ground snapping you out of the temporary euphoria of the season. And you got to work on a simple character design.
You could now hear some people chattering in the distance. After laying out the essentials of your person, you looked to find the sources. At the very top of the cliff overhanging the quarry stood a few kids who seemed to be around your age. You sighed and started to gather your things- they were obviously about to go for a swim- when you felt a small tug on your hand.
Right on your pinky.
Your gaze snapped down to your hand and there stretched the fateful red string you had waited your entire life to see. And when you looked to see who it was connected to, you were met with the sight of one of the teens atop of the cliff being pulled down by the fateful string. He landed in the water with a huge splash. The kids above were laughing, racing around to come join you on the rocks.
When he resurfaced he comically spit out a bunch of water and looked around. He was still fully clothed and now absolutely soaked, his glasses spotted with water droplets. You resisted a smile as you knelt down at the edge of the rocks. Your heart was running wild in your chest when he spotted you and his eyes went wide, magnified further by his watery glasses.
“Holy shit,” he breathed. “Are you some kind of angel?”
You giggled and held up your pinky, still adorned with the red string that now floated in the water where his hand was. “More like the devil in disguise, if you’ve ever listened to Elvis Presley.”
“Who?” he asked, swimming over to the rocks.
“Oh this ain’t gonna work,” you muttered, shaking your head.
He pulled himself onto the rocks. He knelt in front of you and held his pinky up next to yours, looking to the now shortened string connected to them.
“I’m Richie Tozier,” he introduced.
“[name] [last name],” you grinned.
You both looked to the string.
“How do we get rid of it?” he asked. Behind you, you could hear footsteps approaching and assumed it was the teens that were on the cliff a second ago.
You sighed before giving him a high five. The string stayed.
“Here,” he said, starting to smirk as he laced your hands together. And the string disappeared.
“Oh,” you breathed. “I like that...”
You finally looked up into each other’s eyes. You grinned and he stayed smirking.
“So how does it feel knowing your soulmate’s this good looking?” he flirted, starting to grin.
You scoffed despite your face heating up. “Oh, please. My straightening iron is hotter than you.”
His jaw dropped and his friends laughed from behind you. You disconnected your hands and stood, looking over to his friends.
“Hi! I’m [name],” you introduced as Richie stood and followed you over. You pointed to him. “That one’s soulmate.”
“Good luck with that,” a guy with curly hair mumbled.
You giggled as Richie retorted, “Oh, please. She’s lucky to have me.”
You turned to him and still smiling, you said, “You’re lucky I haven’t pushed you back into the water yet.” His friends laughed as he sighed, shaking his head.
“Ice cold woman.”
“Perfect for you,” the girl in the group grinned, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “I’m Beverly!” As one boy draped a towel over Richie’s shoulders, muttering something about hypothermia, she commented, “You guys are definitely soulmates.”
You smiled up at her. “You think?”
She held up your hand that previously had the red string tied to it. “Honey, I know.”
You laughed.
After that, you spent the rest of the day with what they were referred to as the losers club. And finally, you felt complete. When you got home, you dropped your sketchbook on your desk and got to work on the perfect soulmate drawing. And this time it felt right.
Requested : For my friend @icannott who requested a Stan Uris fanfiction
Pairing : Stan Uris x Reader ; Platonic!Ben Hanscom x Platonic!Reader ; Ben Hanscom x Beverly Marsh (mentioned)
TW : Cursing
Summary : After an incident that caused you to spend your day talking about soulmates with Ben — something you took interest in — and teasing each other about your respective crushes, you started to wonder about what Stan thought about ‘being made for someone’. When you met Stan you questioned him about his point of view about being made for each other and while his answer was something you expected — logical and not emotional. But what shocked you was his other answer.
A/N : thIS IS THE SEVENTH TIME AND I SWEAR TO GOD—
filter credit to @/pclarrs on instagram ; image credit to the people of Pinterest ; edit by me
"Holy fucking shit!"
The door of the clubhouse swung open, causing both you and Ben to scream — while yours were a string of curses, his was a simple yelp. You both weren't aware of the other and it shocked you both to the core. Upon realization, the two of you laughed as you stepped into the clubhouse.
"You scared me there [Y/N]," the boy laughed.
You grinned sheepishly as you made your way deeper into the clubhouse. Your eyes watched Ben carefully and his eyes widened as he realized what you were looking at. His face flushed as he tried to hide the paper but you had seen it and — thanks to your ability to memorize things quickly — had it in your head
"Eyes like the ocean / Enchanting and dangerous / Beauty lies within it//," you read out loud. You looked up at the very much embarrassed Ben. "That is a good haiku Ben."
"Thanks," Ben mumbled. He turned and shoved the paper into his bag. Looking at you, he was greeted not with a face that was going to laugh at him but rather one deep in thought.
"But I think them would fit better than it," you pointed out, "Since it's eyes and not eye."
Ben pulled the paper out and read it, mumbling under his breath. "Eyes like the ocean / Enchanting and dangerous / Beauty lies within them//"
You look at him expectantly, wondering what he would do next. He stayed silent for a while before nodding and crossing it out, placing them where it used to be. You grinned proudly.
"Thanks [Y/N]," Ben said gratefully.
"Anytime Ben."
An awkward silence fell between you two once again as you both wrecked your brain, looking for a topic to talk about. Ben and you had never been so good at talking and socializing.
"You never told me you wrote Haikus Ben," you said, breaking the silence.
Ben shrugged. "It's nothing much. I just like to get things out of my head. I mean, it's not like it's good anyway."
"They're brilliant Ben!" You pointed at the paper in his hands. "It's talent!"
Ben turned and smiled. "You think so?"
"I know so."
Silence fell once again but this time it wasn't awkward like the previous silence but rather a peaceful one. A comfortable one.
A thought came to you. "Who was that for Ben?"
Ben turned red and stayed silent. You looked at his face and smiled knowingly. You had suspicions that Ben liked Bev and you knew about the previous Haiku — Bev told you. It didn't take long before you connect the dots.
"Bev."
"I'm sorry?" Ben stuttered as he looked at the girl who sat next to him.
"It's for Bev, isn't it?" you asked. Ben awkwardly stammered out what was supposed to be a lie — and honestly seeing him lie confirmed your suspicion — but seeing the knowing look on your face he just sighed and admitted.
"Yeah," Ben sighed. "It's for Bev."
Ben stayed silent, afraid that you'll tell Bev and the others or maybe — God forbid — thought of him even more of a loser than he already is. He didn't want to ruin his friendship with the rest of the Losers — you included.
"Don't worry Ben," you said reassuringly. "I won't tell Bev." Ben sighed in relief but you weren't done.
"But…" you drawled, causing Ben to stiffen and feel anxious once again. "I'm going to need you to answer one question. Don't worry, it's an easy one. Will you answer?"
Ben gulped but nodded. "S-Sure [Y/N]."
"Do you think some people were made for someone else?"
Ben sighed in relief, causing you to laugh at how nervous he was. You knew that he thought you would ask him about his crush on Bev.
"Well that's easy," Ben replied. "I think yeah, like a missing piece you know?"
You nodded. "Like two pieces of a puzzle that fit with each other?"
"Yes, exactly like that." Ben smiled. "I always believed in soulmates. What about you?"
"Same. I believe that everyone is meant to be with someone." A smirk slipped onto your lips. "Like you and Bev."
Ben turned red but did not forfeit. "Like you and Stan."
Laughter spilled out of his lips as your face turned an embarrassing shade of red. Tears leaked out of his eyes and laughs continued to spill as you turned and looked away.
"That's not fair!" you whined but Ben just laughed.
"I think it is," he snorted. "You pulled a Bev card on me, it's pretty fair if I pulled a Stan card on you."
You huffed like a child before freezing as a thought flooded into your mind. If Ben knew, do the other Losers possibly know too?
"Who else knows?" you asked, paranoia and anxiety masking your voice. "Who else knows?"
"Just me." Ben shifted in his seat, shrugging lightly. "Well as far as I know. The others aren't that observant you know."
You sighed in relief. "Thank God for that. Honestly you should too or else you'd be dead, Haystack."
Ben nodded gratefully. "Yeah everyday I'm thankful that I'm friends with are blind when it comes to feelings — except you of course. Couldn't let me live my life peacefully, can you?"
You laughed and shook your head. "Oh I can. I just don't want too."
Laughter erupted in the small clubhouse, giving them both waves of relief. Their secret were out to someone they trusted.
"You're really cool to hang around with, Hanscom," you noted as the laughter died.
"Back at you, [Y/L/N]." Ben fingergunned.
Silence fell in between you before you both erupted in laughter once again.
—
It slipped your notice but you spent five hours in a stuffy clubhouse laughing and talking with Ben. It was Richie and Eddie who found you guys. You always suspected the two come over at night and slept together, — they both liked to cuddle — talked and joked around but this confirmed your suspicion — this was the second time you were proven right in a romantic situation and you felt proud.
After the two — well, Richie — kicked you and Ben out, you and Ben biked home, making inappropriate jokes about the two. You were both pretty sure that they weren’t going to fuck in there but it was fun to joke about it.
You parted ways — you taking a left while Ben went straight. On your way back, you remembered about what Ben had said and started to wonder if everyone felt the same — that everyone were two pieces of a puzzle.
You wondered if Stan felt the same way.
Stopping midway to check the time — you learned that you had half an hour before curfew. Numbers made their way into your mind as your brain set on calculating the time you have. You decided that it wouldn’t take long and you’d be in and out in a flash.
You grinned as you pedalled quickly, taking a left instead of a right. Stan’s house wasn’t that far from yours distance wise but it takes time to get there when riding a bike since you had a tendency to follow the road.
31, 33, 35, 37, 39, 41!
You found his house and grinned as you wheeled over towards his garage. Dropping your bike at the porch, you quickly knocked on the door, harsh and loud — the way you always did. You were greeted by the usual tuff of brown hair as the door swung open.
His expression was annoyed but when he saw you his face lit up. “Hey [Y/N], what’s up? Wait, shouldn’t you be home —?”
“I got fifteen minutes and a really important question to ask you,” you said giddily.
Stan chuckled. “Fire away my overly excited little friend.”
“Hey! I’m just two inches shorter than you!”
“Still smaller,” Stan laughed. His laughter sent a whole new wave of fresh butterflies into your stomach, causing your heart rate to speed up.
“Do you think some people were made for each other?” you asked.
Stan stayed silent for a few seconds. “No. People aren’t made for others. You exist for yourself, and you don’t owe anything to anyone. Even to those you were made for.”
You nodded weakly, trying not to feel sad. You knew that Stan had always been logical and never really thought of things in a mushy emotional way.
“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Thanks for the answer.”
You turned to bike back home when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met by a smirking Stan — and honestly you felt chills down your spine as you notice how hot and dominating he looked and tried your best not to blush. He stepped closer, his hand still on your shoulder.
“[Y/N], you didn’t let me finish.” He leaned in and whispered, “But I think that you, my love, are the one perfect for me.”
Feeling heat rush to your cheeks, you tried to look down but felt a hand on your chin, making you look at Stan. His brown eyes flicked down to your lips before returning to your eyes.
“Do you think so too, [Y/N]?” he whispered. You didn’t reply as you were frozen under his gaze. He leaned forward and captured your lips in his. You were frozen in place and it took you awhile to let it sink.
Stan Uris — your lifetime crush —was kissing you, and you were doing absolutely nothing.
Your lips moved in sync with his, carefully and lovingly. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Warmth radiated off of him as you pulled him in by wrapping your arms around his neck.
The two of you pulled away, your breaths short and shallow as you tried to replace the lack of oxygen in your body. Your forehead still against his, you smiled softly as your fingers played with his soft curly hair.
“I might not believe in being made for each other,” Stan whispered, his voice husky from the kiss. “But I do believe that you’re perfect for me. Do you think so too, [Y/N]?”
“I do, Stan Uris. I do.”
— Extra
“Shit, I gotta go home.” You gave a small peck on Stan’s cheek and rushed to your bike.
“Hey, [Y/N],” Stan called out. “Before you go I need to ask you something.”
“Better make it quick, Uris,” you said, looking back. “My mom’s going to murder me.”
Stan flashed his smirk once again. “Want to be my girlfriend, [Y/L/N]?”
You froze. This was your dream ever since you were old enough to know about dating and crushes. Now the moment came and you couldn’t do anything about it.
“What do you say love?” The boy shoved his hands into his pocket, tilting his head backwards slightly as he stepped over to you. “Shall we tell the world how perfect for each other we are?”
headcanons for cute things stan would do as a boyfriend?
-dont get me STARTED anon
-actually too late haha
-ok so i think it’s valid that stan is the most mature loser. like dont @ me
-he’s very mature, and with that he’s very passionate w his s/o
-so he’s pretty sweet w pda, very caring and patient and UGH IM SOFT
-he’d definitely do some sweet things 4 u, like small dinner dates and afternoons out
-sometimes you two just stay at one of your houses and cuddle and watch movies or read or something mundane that’s just so much better together
-i also am Convinced that this boy is clingy and jealous
-he hasn’t seen you in a few days?? he’s got his arms around you no matter what you’re doing
-some boy’s flirting with you?? oop you’re outta there and your jealous jew and you are gonna have a talk about his insecurities and you’re just gonna LOVE that boy
-if you guys are around the losers, you’ll tone down the pda but sometimes that boy just makes you forget where you are and richie has to yell at you
-which eternally pisses stan off but then you giggle and it’s alright
-you also taught him how to make flower crowns once and he’s OBSESSED w how you look w flowers in your hair
-like literally hades and persephone vibes from yall ok
-so sometimes he’ll pick flowers just so he can tuck one behind your ear and it’s just a soft thing of him and it makes you melt Every Single Time
-he’s just a very considerate boyfriend and we’re all soft for him ok?? ok
Requested: yep!! by my lovely friend for a fic swap, @denbrough-byers, who just wanted some angsty, fluffy bill
Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader
Warning: swearing, very insecure reader :(
a/n: hope you all enjoy!! :)
gif cred belongs to @itslosersclub
“Hey, [nickname]!” Richie yelled as he watched you pull up to the quarry on your bike. “You coming in?”
You looked around to see the boys and Bev were already stripping. You had no idea they would be swimming today; you figured you guys would simply have a little picnic, as usual. You gulped.
“Uh, no,” you said, softly placing your bike next to Bill’s. Though the response had been quiet, they all had heard it, and were now staring at you in surprise.
“...No?” Ben questioned.
Your face flushed and you shook your head, a sheepish smiling coming onto your face. “I... don’t feel like it today.”
“But it’s the first swim of the summer!” Richie complained. “Come on, you always want the first jump!”
Your smile turned into a frown at his persistence. You shook your head again. “I’m not up for it, guys. Sorry. I’ll... just watch.” You turned to make your way to the gather of rocks by the shore, where you all usually met after swimming.
“Something’s wrong,” Bev spoke as they stared after your retreating form. You were just out of earshot at this point.
“Hell yeah there is,” Bill said, his tone and expression serious. They all stared at him, but he didn’t notice. He was focused on the fact that is was 92 degrees outside, but somehow, you were wearing a large sweatshirt and some black leggings. Usually, in this weather you wore a sundress or some cute graphic tank top with some shorts that Richie always commented on. You would stick your tongue out at him and laugh. But he had a feeling there was no joke this time. Something was wrong.
Bill stayed behind when everyone jumped in. He quickly clothed himself again and then went to join you on the rocks.
You were hugging your knees to your chest, watching Eddie splash Richie after scaring him. You smiled at the sight of everyone laughing.
“Talk to me,” he said. Your head snapped up to him, but you avoided his gaze. “Wh-Where’s your s-sundress?”
“In the wash,” you shrugged as he took a seat next to you on the warm rocks.
“What about y-your sho-shorts or tank t-t-tops?” he breathed out hurriedly.
You shrugged. “Didn’t wanna wear ‘em, I guess.”
“Talk to me,” he said, shaking his head. “N-Nothing will g-ge-get better if you d-d-don’t talk to m-me.”
You sighed, turning your head to rest it on your propped up knees. You watched as Bev climbed onto Ben’s shoulders and Eddie got on Mike’s as Stan and Richie argued. He watched as you took a quiet breath.
“I like me,” you started quietly. “I’m pretty cool, I think.” You looked away after seeing Richie push Eddie down. You closed your eyes. “But every time I look at you guys, I just see... amazing. You’re all amazing.” You took another breath. “But I don’t think I’m amazing like you all. I’m just... okay.” He watched a tear escape the corner of your eye. “I’m not funny like Richie, smart like Stan, sweet like Mike-” You choked on your words. “Pretty like Bev.” You buried your head in your knees as you sucked in another breath.
His heart broke. He scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around you and leaning his head against his knees, facing you. He took a second to collect his swirling thoughts before starting, “I-I think you’re wrong.” You turned your head to look at him and he watched a few tears slip from your eyes. “I d-don’t understand h-how someone so b-b-beautiful ca-can’t see that th-they are.” You sniffed. “Y-You d-don’t have to be f-funny like Richie, i-in fact I’d prefer i-if you weren’t.” You let out a small giggle. “O-Or if you’re s-smart l-like Stan, or s-s-sweet like M-Mike.” He took a breath. “A-And you-you’re prettier th-than B-Bev.” Your heart swelled. “B-But th-that doesn’t matter. Y-You’re you. And that’s m-more than okay.”
You gave him a sweet smile that made him fill with satisfaction.
“Thanks, Billy,” you said. Then, boldly, you leaned over and gave him a quick, sweet kiss before standing. You quickly peeled off your sweatshirt and leggings before yelling, “Look out!” and jumped into the quarry, the losers cheering as you came up smiling. Bill grinned and followed, his heart racing like never before.
