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still insists he sees the ghosts || independent IT/crossover RP .
william "BILL" denbrough : author, screenwriter, LOSER. selective + mutuals only . personals + minors DNI / reblog
highley headcanon based, book / mini-series / 2017 + 2019 films influenced || all headcanons and verses are my own || asks always open
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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 || skye . she/her . 25+ . CARRD .
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A tablet rests in one hand, mostly forgotten the second Bill walks into the physician lounge. The stylus immediately points in his direction.
"Good, you're exactly who I need." The statement sounds serious right up until the faint smile that follows. "Settle an argument for me. Is there a neurosurgery class where they teach you how to appear out of nowhere the second somebody says the words 'interesting head CT,' or is that just a natural talent?"
With only three hours left to go in his shift, the neurosurgeon was grateful for a lull. It wasn't unusual for one around this time of night and after the first eight hours of his shift being spent in one singular OR, the lounge was a much needed change in scenery.
He wasn't surprised to find someone already in here, but he was caught a little off guard by the urgency so rarely seen in one Dr. John Shen. Who most surprisingly appeared to be Dunkin'-less.
"It's not a class. It's actually a power that gets bestowed on us once we're in our R2 year if we complete a series of trials. Some of us just hone it better than others," the younger explained with a playful grin as he turned to face Shen head-on, matching his energy. "Like everything else, I just so happen to be the best at it," Bill joked.
happy pride! you should let bill paint on your muse
turning this into a starter call
Reblog if your muse is Bisexual
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The next picture nearly makes him drop the phone.
Jack stares at the screen for a long second, jaw tightening as he drags a hand slowly over his mouth. Somewhere across the nurses’ station, somebody’s asking him a question about labs and another trauma page is going off overhead, but all of it suddenly feels very far away compared to the image currently burning itself into his brain.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath.
His thumb taps against the edge of the phone once before he finally types back, slower this time, like he’s actively trying to keep himself under control.
[txt: Bill] You are a menace.
A second passes.
[txt: Bill] And if I leave this shift early because of you, I’m making that entirely your problem later.
Jack locks the phone again immediately after sending it, exhales sharply through his nose, then looks up just in time to catch one of the nurses staring at him suspiciously.
“…don’t ask,” he says flatly before shoving the phone face down onto the counter and grabbing the nearest chart like it personally offended him.
Regretting sending any of the pictures hadn't even crossed his mind. Instead, the time between texts only served to make his smile grow. In his mind's eye he could see Jack processing what he'd been sent. And if all went well, it would result in the older man showing up at his apartment worked up in more ways than one.
Bill only felt a little badly about the fact that Abbot was currently on shift. Few things were better than anticipation when it came to sex. Plus, Jack was so fucking hot when he lost all that control. He loved seeing the cool and calm demeanour disappear from the man as lust took over. And Bill loved being the reason for it.
Few things were hotter than knowing just how much Jack wanted him.
[ txt : Jack 🩺 ] and proud [ txt : Jack 🩺 ] I really think you should tell me in detail exactly how you plan on making it my problem
Bill wanted it to be his problem.
He could feel himself twitch in his fingers at the thought. But Bill could be patient when he put his mind to it and he managed to keep his hand still despite what his body was begging for.
[ txt : Jack 🩺 ] don't pretend like you're not enjoying the preview 😉
He cannot think about what comes after. Cannot let his thoughts wander to their inevitable parting. When they have to return to their own world and mundane every day life. Now, they still have time, days actually, before the time comes, and John is more than eager to make the most of it.
A chuckle, a brush of laughter when Bill speaks, for he is right. They have had little to no time for anything but idle conversation and texting. Oh, but the texts. He has never been big on dirty texting, but with Bill it had been so very easy. Perhaps he had even sent him a picture or two, not revealing, but enough to tease. The thought makes his smirk widen.
"Good. Cause I've been thinking about you, about this since I first saw you"
John leans in again, lips finding skin as he creates trails against his neck. Nipping, small bites to cause a reaction.
Clever fingers have worked the shirt open and once more he pulls back, just a little, only to ease Bill out of said shirt. And he stares. The hungry look in his eyes is hidden in the poor lighting, but the way his breath changes is an indication enough that John is enjoying the view.
"Jesus Christ... has anyone told you how fucking hot you are? Cause if not, that's a goddamn sin"
He cannot stare for too long, cause the need to touch becomes unbearable and so reaches out. Hands start on his abdomen, find soft skin as fingers begin their trail. Up his sides, ribs, muscles, chest. God, John can lose himself in this man. Can spend hours just touching, feeling, mapping. It makes him wonder what more Bill is hiding underneath those clothes.
"Yeah?" The snowboarder panted, somehow still managing a sultry smile between heated kisses. The messages had been the most tantalizing of promises of what was to come when they were finally able to be alone and secluded. "You and me both," Bill admitted as his chin tilted upwards inviting more. He wanted to feel John everywhere all at once. The time between their first meeting and now had built up enough anticipation to set this whole place ablaze.
He let the moans fall freely, not bothering to stifle any sound that the other coaxed from him and made every effort to draw just as many from the other man. With his hands roaming soft skin and his mouth finding it's way to the spot just below the John's ear to leave a mark behind.
Bill didn't want this to end without making sure everyone knew that John had someone. Even if it was just for these games.
The fabric fell from his arms however before he dove back in to return the favour, he let himself be admired. He knew that he looked good — better than good — but for some reason having John's focus on him felt different. Bill wanted to bask in the feeling just a little.
"Not today they haven't," he replied, head cocked to the side as he watched the way that the brunet's hands roamed over his body almost reverently. "You can go lower, you know. If you want," Bill offered grinning playfully and just letting John do as he pleased with him.
if anyone is looking for a good crystal recommendation to help protect their peace, might I recommend a brick?
very effective
You saved him. As if he could have done anything else, could have watched while itsy bitsy spider on steroids took a chunk out of his best friend and let himself live with that choice. Eddie would have died for any of them and he knew deep down that they would have done the same for him, so why the fuck was Richie punishing himself?
"That's so fucking dumb, man." A sigh rattled through his chest as he lay his head back against the crisp pillows. "Did you tell him how stupid that is? And I can see the look in your eyes, Bill - I don't need a pity party, come on."
"He's just... He needs time to process things." It was honestly the only explanation that would make any sense. For as talkative and expressive as Richie was, a lot of that was to hide how he really felt. For both their sakes the author hoped he figured it out sooner rather than later. "And now that you're awake, maybe he'll be less afraid to come see. you." Bill was used to being the strong one until the others could be strong all on their own.
"I did not tell him how stupid it was. Didn't want to kick the guy when he was already down." Besides, the only person that could do that and not get a horrible reaction when Richie was genuinely upset was Eddie who couldn't up until now. "I don't pity you, Eds," the older breathed, blue eyes averting. "I just— I wish it hadn't happened to you and I'm sorry I let it."
"I like to think that charm must go beneath the surface." Ben retorted, reaching out to poke at Bill's forearm. He knew Marcus would have waited for Bill to relax and then knock the man's elbow out of the way to see if his head would hit the table, but Ben was not so inclined.
Ben took his phone back, glancing at the new contact before putting it away in his pocket to ensure he didn't forget it. He dreaded to know how many phones would be begging for homes by the end of the week.
"Minigolf is pretty fun. I would ask if you're competitive, but, well... Here we are, right?" He grinned, fully aware that it would be a ball - literally - if they could get along. But he knew Marcus wouldn't ever approve of meeting up with this man. An American was already pushing it... But an American snowboarder? Ben could just about imagine how Marcus would drive him away.
"I'll see you around."
And he actually did, quite content to stand in the crowd with his headphones to drown out the crowd. Watching Bill was more fun than Ben had expected, but he didn't once think the man would remember him. Much less think to come up to him. So, after cheering Bill on with everyone else, he remained against the barrier to watch a few more people compete, humming along to his music softly.
Instead of the poke pushing him away he found himself leaning into it. "You flatter me," Bill teased once again, playfully batting his eyes a little which only served to make his headache worse. Still. He thought the bit was worth it if it got Ben to smile. "It definitely does, thank you for noticing," he chuckled. And hopefully, at some point, he'd get to show that part of himself off.
The non-hungover side of himself that he liked to think was much more eloquent.
"Here we are," he agreed with another laugh. "I can definitely be competitive, but I'm also a pretty easygoing guy most of the time." Bill's natural state was pretty relaxed and on a date there were more important things than winning. Making sure the other person was having fun was paramount. But with someone like Ben who was also more on the competitive side maybe that would just add to the fun. Minigolf was low-stakes enough.
As soon as the brunet was gone all the energy he had managed to muster went right along with him. It was probably for the best. He had to focus on recovering for his event the next day.
Three runs, best two needed to be landed and the scores determined the run order for the finals that night. And somehow, the most exciting thing he'd seen at the end of his third run — which vaulted him into second which was perfect for the order of the finals — was Ben standing in the crowd.
His helmet was stuck under one arm and he leaned against his snowboard with the other as he grinned at the bundled up brunet. "You came!"
happy pride! you should let bill paint on your muse
Now Silver isn't exactly amazing at starting controlled fires, and even if the fireplace is a foolproof fucking thing, he is still almost as clueless as he would be any other situations. It seems, however, that luck for once is in his favour and soon there is a spark followed by a growing fire. Heat and light fill the room slowly. ' would you look at that ', he thinks amused to himself. For once he actually did not fuck up an already fucked up situation.
He sits back pleased with his own work. Then he moves, gets up and about to create a bit of a romantic scene in front of the comfortable heat. Blankets and pillows, he even went to grab the thick duvets from the bedroom. Because hell, if they are going all out then it is all out.
With the scene set, he moves to a window, pushes back a curtain to get a look on the outside as he waits for Bill to join him. It is dark, pitch black outside. The only thing he can see is flurries of snow just beneath the window, and of course the sound of the howling wind tearing at the cabin and the world outside. It is a little eerie, but also oddly comforting.
When he hears movements he turns, waiting to find Bill approaching with a much needed beverage to warm the body up.
"You find everything?"
"Yes I did," the writer confirmed with a loving smile as he took in the scene that John had set for them. The fire was growing still and he'd created what looked to be a comfortable nest of blankets on the ground in front it for them to cuddle up together in — and maybe more — as they hid from the cold.
Bill handed a drink off to the other man and set his drink down then dropped a kiss to his partner's forehead before he went back towards the kitchen to grab the candles. It would be more convenient if they needed to go to the bathroom to take one of those than risk their phones running out of battery with no way to recharge them. If there was a real emergency — or this one got worse — it was more important to have them available.
Plus, the candles added to the romantic ambiance.
When he returned he placed one on either side of the fireplace then settled into the blankets while waving the other man into his arms. "Come here so we can start conserving our warmth." It was as much as an excuse to hold his lover as it was practical.
"If you truly mean it, then yes. If you are asking as some kind of sick joke, no." She gave him a teasing smirk. She had wanted to visit the art galleries, something about them was calming, the complete opposite of The Pitt. She knew he meant it, but she had to give me a bit of a rib first.
"I'd like that very much. I look forward to it and dinner could be arranged if I can find someone to watch Harrison for me."
"Who would joke about something like that?" Even at his most fuckboy moments in university Bill had never done that to anyone. Would never do that to anyone. Even though he could tell she was teasing him it was important to for him that Cassie knew just how genuine the invitation was.
He'd hoped that the fact he had already come up with a plan would reassure her that he was serious about taking her on a date.
"That's amazing— I mean, we don't have to do dinner if you can't get a babysitter. We can just go to the galleries." Bill was not about to be picky when she had just agreed to go out with him. "When're you free?"
“I lied about not being jealous I hope whoever flirts with you gets hit by a car.”
"I have to agree. I would not want one of those things to show up at my house." Argyle says with a quick nod. He was a good guy though. If those things were real and showed up he'd feed them. Maybe send them right on their way after they left. But he was the kind of guy who made sure that the people around him were cared for. No one went hungry or thirsty with Argyle there to look after them.
"Thank you. Food is a science and I plan to master it. Like Phd levels of food knowledge. Grilled cheese is just the start." Argyle assures with a nod. He'd perfected the grilled cheese and a few other staple dishes. He loved that he had found his passion already. This was what made him happy and he was happy to do it.
"Like I said all good, man. I've been working at the pizza show with my parents since... forever. I can do pizza in my sleep. I can do pizza blindfolded. I won't though at least not this time." He says with a quick nod before he starts to get dough ready. He likes cooking and is happy to do it for the two of them.
His nose wrinkled at the thought of one of them in his home. Or worse, several of them. "D'you think they get paid to be there?" Bill mused with a frown. "Is it more like a slave thing? How do you think he got them in his factory in the first place? And why are they so good at making candy?" He was probably putting way too much thought into the history and working conditions of the Oompa-Loompas.
The curse of being a writer, he supposed.
"Do they give PhDs for food? Or culinary arts or whatever they call it?" It would be kinda cool if they did. Someone must, right? There were so many universities and colleges all over the world that one of them had to have something like that. "What's the next step after the grilled cheese?"
Lips pressed into a thin line for a moment before his teeth scraped along his bottom lip as he did his best to stay where he was. The urge to help was threatening to overtake his self-control but he was really fucking trying. "Yeah... I know. I just— Nevermind." He could be patient and do what Argyle asked.
I am ✨h e r e ✨
There was the slightest huff of laughter at Bill's question as he realised he didn't have an answer, drawing a blank at the idea of anything besides laying here and trying not to move. Usually being still was his own personal hell, the need to be moving at all times keeping a mental itchiness at bay, but it felt less like a chore with Bill wrapped around him.
If it would make Bill happy, he'd stay here as long as he could.
"I don't know." He shuffled slightly, nestling into the embrace a little more fully as he let his hand retract from the spot by his chin to rest on the arm that held him in place. "Count the holes in your walls? Practise my telekinesis? I'll find something."
The older hummed in what might have been a thoughtful tone if sleep wasn't already trying to pull him back under. He couldn't help the fact that it was so warm and having Eddie in his arms was probably the most comforting thing he had ever experienced. A dangerous revelation because that meant he'd want to do this again.
There was no guarantee that Eddie would want the same.
"You'll have to tell me how that telekinesis thing works out 'cause that would be really fuckin' cool," he mumbled against dark curls. Had it come out at all intelligibly? Bill couldn't really tell. Hopefully the other had grasped the gist. "Counting sounds boring though."
