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@ripdenbrough
#RIPDENBROUGH. an independent, selective, private, & low-activity BILL DENBROUGH based in the 2019 film IT: CHAPTER TWO. 18+, headcanon-heavy, oc & crossover-friendly. written by NOAH (24, they/them/he). all graphics made by me, with the exception of gif icons made by @leiaofrph. dash only. PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT.
FIND ME: richie. eddie. mike. jonathan. elijah. (oc)
( tag dump pt. 2! )
A WILD BILL HAS APPEARED ! WHAT DO YOU DO ?
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NOAH'S OPTION ONLY
@ripdenbrough
❝Thanks, man.❞ Richie truly felt relieved to get some reassurance from Bill, their fearless leader. He knew it probably wasn't fair for him to place that idolizing pedestal on their friend now that they were adults, but Richie wouldn't give it up so quick. He had always admired Bill.
There was a part of Richie that had always been glad that he couldn't remember shit about himself. He had always been comfortable pretending he had this confidence and knew who he was, so not having those memories made it easier to pretend. Though the miserable and useless part was definitely something he could relate to. While he'd had a shit attitude while in Derry, scared and not wanting to relive those things, now he was seeing things through a new lens.
❝Yeah, I get it. Me too. I was just sort of ... existing. Doing what I thought I should be doing, acting how I thought was acceptable, and ... now it's much harder to pretend. I'm ready to work on my true self, ya know? Does that make any sense?❞
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ BILL NODDED IN RESPONSE, reaching for his glass once again. he'd never been a fan of strong drinks , but he could feel the buzz starting to fill up his brain , that familiar pressure behind his forehead as the fruity flavor masked the sheer STRENGTH of the alcohol within it.
❝ yeah , i get you. after everything we've been through ... after everything we missed out on because of ... trauma ... and all that ... trying to improve yourself now , after we defeated IT , i'd say that's pretty damn good. it's probably all we can do now anyway , to just move forward. ❞
it was nice seeing this new richie , this new self-aware richie who wanted to better himself. it was honestly more than what he would have originally expected from the other , but given everything they went through , everything crucial they missed out on doing these past thirty years , like he said , starting NOW rather than never was what his friend could manage. and while bill himself was still struggling with doing so , of trying to better himself in the ways he wanted to , doing it at all in his mind was enough.
( going back to work today so catch bill on wire!!! )
@ripdenbrough
Ben did want to talk about it. That was the problem. There were a total of six other people in the world who would understand, who had been through the same things, but he got the sense the rest of the Losers Club would rather pretend it never happened-- and for Ben, that was the worst thing of all. He'd rather have nightmares every night about what they'd faced in Derry's sewers than forget them all again, the only real friends he'd ever had.
"Who do you talk to? While you're being there for all of us." He managed a weak smile, slowly spinning the empty glass on the counter for lack of something better to do with his hands. He knew he could lean on Bill. He just worried his friend didn't have someone to lean on in return.
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ ❝ ... YOU GUYS. i talk to you guys. ❞ it was really more of a half-truth. anyone who knew bill was aware of his tendency to squash his own feelings , to ignore everything that he was experiencing if he could spend that energy directed elsewhere , whether that was in the form of helping others or helping them work through their own issues. he knew firsthand how DANGEROUS that could be , though. a bad night of drinking that ended his ass in the hospital all those years ago proved it.
❝ i may not be very good at it , but ... i do. at least , i try. ❞
@ripdenbrough
Richie grinned a little, listening as Bill went on. Though at the question, he blew out a heavy breath. ❝Yeah. I mean, sometimes.❞ Even when he wasn't writing his own stuff, he used to sit down with his team and brainstorm, or at least listen. Richie had recently fired his writer and was sort of having an existential crisis about the next step in his career. The question made him feel a sense of dread and excitement at the same time, because he had been working on his own material again. He just wasn't sure how it was going to go. ❝I'm telling you this in total confidence. I'm currently going back and forth with my manager on how to totally change my image. So maybe I will take a page outta your book and be conserving more writing and planning hours.❞
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ ❝ IT REALLY IS A BIG STEP TO TAKE. owning your image and gaining control over how you put yourself out there is a huge first step. ❞ he remembered when they were eating at jade of the orient , how he had silently agreed with eddie how a lot of the comedian's material was just ... NOT HIM. of course , he had only been able to experience those memories of his friend's personality upon coming back to derry. he had to wonder if richie couldn't own himself because he had been dealing with the same thing as the rest of them , the inability to remember who he was or who he had been. bill knew that feeling all too well , and while it was often frustrating , it also made you feel terrified , miserable , useless. ❝ i look forward to seeing more ' you ' in your future material , if you get what i'm saying. ❞
@ripdenbrough
He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. There was no excuse for him disrupting his friends' peace of mind for… what? To add to that fear they already lived with daily? To ask questions none of them had answers to? It wasn’t worth it if it brought that hopeless expression back to Bill's face.
"Nothing. Nothing makes me think that," he backtracked quickly, shaking his head, hands held up placatingly despite their uselessness. "It was just a bad dream, that's all." His voice was firmer, like maybe if he believed it he could convince Bill to believe it too, even if Ben wasn't positive he did. He couldn’t tell anymore if that feeling was just fear or something more.
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ ❝ ... OKAY ... ❞ his brows furrowed , but he didn't want to press the issue further. if ben didn't want to talk about it , then he wouldn't force him to talk about it. ❝ i just ... want you to know that you can t-talk to me. ❞
that damn stutter. something was making him anxious ; it was the only logical reason he could think up as to why it would happen , and with ben , of all people. was it because he thought he was being lied to? was it because he sensed the other's own anxiety about his nightmare , or for BARGING into his space? he didn't know. but what he did know was that he wanted ben to understand that he could trust him , that he could talk to him whenever he needed.
@spider-self said: 🎲 40: an impulsive kiss.
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ THIS WAS A DANGEROUS GAME TO PLAY, a dangerous game that bill had honestly been longing for ever since the night at the bar. whoever this man was , whatever his intention if there even was one , had rubbed him the wrong way the first night they had crossed paths. he had saved him , gave him a hand , but the way he walked away ... it had UNNERVED him. he remembered the feeling , oh yes , he remembered the feeling quite well. the sliver of unease that had crept up his spine as he watched him walk away , sniffing the blood that he had marked on his forehead before taking his leave , disappearing into the shadows as if he himself was made of them.
what he had left on him was the mark of IT. a man whose brain that could function normally , that could RATIONALIZE right from wrong , danger from safety , wouldn't be doing what he was doing. but ever the people-pleaser , ever the person who wanted to make much more friends than enemies , especially after the promising evening at the bar ... he couldn't ignore him , this man who was spinning webs all over town that he was slowly but surely falling into.
the dance music that made the walls and the floors thrum , the lights that flickered all around them , illuminating the room and giving color to the music , the beautiful music that filled him up from head to toe , that he honestly just wanted to DROWN in ... it only urged him closer to the other until their chests were touching , moving sensually against each other , safely hidden within the crowd of the other club attendants. his heart was thrumming with the beat of the song that made the whole building shake , a sudden hot need coursing through him with every moment the other's eyes were locked on him , the way he moved , the way he stayed by his side.
blues locked onto blues for a long moment , before bill couldn't help himself , having to stand up on his tiptoes to crane his neck to press his lips against the other's. before long , his hands had reached the back of his neck , tangling in his hair as his tongue swiped hotly against his , a needy MOAN passed from mouth to mouth. maybe it was the music , maybe it was the alcohol , maybe it was truly the rush of potentially catching feelings ; he didn't know. but after a moment , after a moment of sheer enjoyment he hadn't felt for years , he pulled away , mouth hanging open in surprise.
❝ ... i ... s-sorry , w-w-was that t-t-too much ... ? ❞
KISS ROULETTE .
kiss roulette
inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear
A kiss on the cheek
A kiss on the nose
A kiss on the forehead
A kiss to the top of the head
A firm kiss
A gentle peck
A romantic kiss
A platonic kiss
A kiss to the eyelid
A kiss along the jawline
A kiss to the neck
A kiss along the collar bone
A kiss on the chest
A kiss to the stomach
A kiss along the hips
A kiss in the rain
An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss
A kiss while laughing
A kiss underwater
A rough kiss
WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)
A french kiss/kiss with tongue
A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances
A sleepy kiss
A kiss that's an accident
A kiss while one or both parties are crying
A kiss in greeting
A kiss in parting
A kiss to the back of the hand
A kiss to the palm of the hand
A kiss to the inner thigh
A kiss while someone watches
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A kiss after a bite
A kiss against a wall
A kiss to the shoulder
A kiss to the back of the neck
A kiss while one party is carried
A tentative kiss
An impulsive kiss
A kiss out of spite
A clumsy kiss
A bloody kiss
it meme | ¼ friendships
↳ “I didn’t know if any of you would - I mean, after all this time - but of course you came.”
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@spider-self || CONT.
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ TIME OF NEED. that was certainly an interesting way to put this scenario. being back here in derry , all his childhood memories rushing back to him with a force that was impossible to counter on his own. he'd always had his friends to lean on , but this time he was alone here at the bar , on his third shot of gin , the alcohol allowing everything to come back a little bit SLOWER , just to give his mind a bit of a rest. his brow furrowed ; how had the other known that his mind had been aflight?
looking closer at the man's face , bill began to recognize him. he was the one who had rescued him from those drunk bar-goers a few nights past. he remembered how unnerved he had gotten when he had advanced towards him , the uneasy feeling he got when he walked away. he hadn't felt like he was in DANGER , but he didn't feel entirely safe , either. those same feelings crept back , hearing him speak , as if he knew bill and why he was back here in this town.
❝ ... the drinks help, ❞ he mumbles a bit awkwardly , unsure if he should bring up the moment in the alley from before. had he been more sober , he'd probably have detected danger and fled. likely without any evidence , but in an instance where he didn't have time to plan , his flight instinct usually kicked in pretty strong. but he was still definitely in control of his thoughts and his actions ; he didn't want to get THAT drunk tonight. just enough to feel the buzz , and the buzz allowed for his generally friendly nature to show , wanting to stay on the good sides of as many people as possible , only getting on the bad sides of those who deserved it.
@ripdenbrough
With as difficult as it was to have all those memories resurfacing, Ben had to wonder if it wasn't the better option to forget. He could never decide if it was better to have that lurking sensation that something was off about his entire life without knowing why, or to have the why waking him up at night.
He considered the question in silence for a moment. None of them particularly liked talking about it, but if the alternative was to end the conversation and go back to bed… no, he didn't think he was ready for that. "Does it feel over to you, Bill? I mean, really over this time?" he said finally.
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ THE QUESTION FELT LIKE A BRICK HITTING HIM SQUARE IN THE CHEST, his entire expression falling into that typical distracted , depressed look he had so often adorned when walking the streets of derry , leading up to their final battle. he felt a lump RISING in his throat , and he cleared it dramatically , his eye contact peeling away.
❝ wh-wh-what makes you think it's n-not? ❞ the return of his stutter was the giveaway of his own nerves , ben's question sending his mind back to a place he never thought it'd return to. a place without SECURITY , of losing his memories , of the clown that haunted his childhood.
SEND ‘ 🥰 ‘ IF YOUR MUSE IS CRUSHING ON MINE.
laughter prompts!
sometimes our muses need a good laugh, so have some prompts regarding one muse making the other laugh, hearing their laugh for the first time, or just having fun together!
❝ hey, don't laugh at me! ❞ ❝ i don't think i've ever seen you laugh. ❞ ❝ ... whoah. sorry, i'm just absorbing the shock of actually getting to hear you laugh. ❞ ❝ did you just snort?! ❞ ❝ how did i not know you were so ticklish? ❞ ❝ you can't possibly have thought that was funny. ❞ ❝ his/her/their laughter's contagious, i can't help it ... ! ❞ ❝ your laugh is so cute! ❞ ❝ sorry, i couldn't help it, i just love hearing you laugh! ❞ ❝ god, that was so funny i almost peed. ❞ ❝ what are you laughing at? ❞ ❝ you're laughing, so you must have thought that was funny. ❞ ❝ you've got the giggles! ❞ ❝ you haven't laughed like that in a while. ❞ ❝ i don't laugh easily, so good luck. ❞ ❝ one of these days, i'm gonna find what makes you laugh the most and mercilessly torture you with it. ❞ ❝ you always know how to make me laugh. ❞ ❝ stop tickling me! ❞ ❝ try going the next two minutes without laughing. ❞ ❝ you don't smile enough. you need to laugh more. ❞ ❝ i'm laughing because you're laughing! ❞
@ripdenbrough
❝Nine is sleeping in? Hell no.❞ Richie exclaimed dramatically, probably a bit too loudly, but who cares? ❝There used to be a time when I didn't see the day before 9 AM unless I'd stayed up the whole night before.❞ Richie had toned it down a little since then. He used to act more like a rockstar than a comedian with his lifestyle. There were late night shows, but Richie went overboard a lot. Not that Bill needed to know all those details. ❝I've maybe grown up a little since then, but I'm not a fucking morning person, dude. Me before 9 is scary.❞
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✎ . *. ⋆ THE CORNERS OF HIS LIPS CURVED UP IN A SMILE, the first genuine one of the evening. he knew richie liked to sleep in late , and as one of the lucky ones of his group , his job didn't require him to wake up in the WEE HOURS of the morning like most working adults did. ❝ i feel you there , man. i don't like waking up earlier than that and i am in no way a morning person. but i need to conserve as many hours for reading and writing and planning for my next day on set as possible. don't you do that for your own work? ❞
