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canislupus-exe · 11 months
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In Your Corner | bill denbrough
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fandom | IT: Chapter One
character | Bill Denbrough
reader | (disabled) they/them (she ver.)(he ver.)
requested | anonymous
warnings | cursing, ableism
word count | 1,131
keys | (Y/n) = Your name
summary | Hi! Could I request a Bill Denbrough x disabled!reader? Where Richie compares (y/n) to a bike and tries to ride their wheelchair while (y/n) is still in it- and bill tells him to fuck off? I just think bill would understand 🥺💕
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You hummed quietly as you pushed against the wheels of your chair. Approaching your best friend’s driveway was the only way you could hang out with him, seeing how inaccessible his front door was. If you thought too hard about it, it didn’t give you the best feeling in the world, so you tried not to.
You saw him sitting on the floor, sketching in his notebook somewhat mindlessly. Upon hearing your quiet hum, he flipped a few pages ahead to a blank one. Looking up at you, he squinted from the sun shining in his eyes but smiled.
“H-Hi (Y/n). You’re the f-first to get here so we can wait for everyone else.” He said, standing up and moving to the couch his dad had put in the garage a few months ago. He realized how much more inclined he was to hang out there now that he was friends with you.
His parents were lovely, but he started to pick up on the sudden stiffness and overall negative feelings you had when they said certain things. About how they were sorry and glad Bill was so kind, which he was. It was one of his greatest qualities, but it was as if they only thought he was your friend because he was so kind.
“That’s alright. What were you drawing?”  You asked casually, backing your chair into the space of the wall that was just the right fit. You remembered when he moved aside a table so he could sit next to you. It was one of the moments that made you feel your heartbeat in your stomach, as he so often did.
“Oh, n-n-nothing. Just practicing shape l-language for objects.” He replied, sitting on the cushions in a way that made it easier to look at you. 
“Really? What are you trying to learn to draw?” You asked. He shrugged.
“Nothing in p-p-particular. I just think it’s a g-good skill to have.” He replies, closing his sketchbook and setting it aside. You smile and nod.
“Do you know when the other Losers plan on joining us?” You asked leaning on the arm of your chair.
“Right now.” A voice called from behind. You looked over your shoulder to the garage entrance, watching Richie, Eddie, and Stan enter. You smiled and waved, which only Stan returned. 
“What are we doing here? You never told us.” Eddie says, sitting on the far end of the couch. You were never sure why, but he always seemed much more tense. You could come up with a few reasons, but they weren’t good ones, and you hoped those weren’t the case.
“J-J-Just a movie night. I made popcorn and st-ocked the drinks.” Bill replied. You begin to self-propel toward the fridge in the far left corner of the room. You looked inside, seeing mostly cokes and water. You opted for the latter.
“Plus, if we run out, we can hop on (Y/n)’s wheelchair. They’re basically a bike.” Richie says with a snicker, placing both his feet on the back of your chair and causing you to become unsteady. You yelp in surprise, immediately swatting him off. You turn your chair to face him, a look of panic on your face.
“What the fuck Richie?” You shout. He raises his eyebrows.
“What?” He asks, lacking a single modicum of self-awareness. You’re so flustered and upset that you find it difficult to articulate your feelings. Bill stands up from the couch, stepping between Richie and yourself.
“Y-You can’t say shit like that Richie!” Bill exclaims, his ears turning red from anger as they always did.
“Why are you guys freaking out?” He asks, raising his arms in exasperation.
“C-Comparing (Y/n) to a bike? You don’t get why that’s f-f-f-fu-fucked up!?” He shouts, finding it harder to speak due to his anger.
“No? It was a good thing. Bikes are cool and they’d be helping us to the store.” He replied. 
“It’s fine Bill. Don’t worry about it…” You mumble, trying to maneuver around him.
“N-no (Y/n) I am w-worried about it,” Bill says, turning to look at you. There was a look in his eyes that made you feel warm and safe. 
“They said don’t worry about it so I think-“
“Fuck off Richie!” Bill yells as he whips his head around to stare at him, not a stutter in his voice. Richie backs away with his hands up in surrender.
“Whatever dude.” He mumbles, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.
You were thankful Bill was so quick to defend you, but the confrontation still made you uneasy and guilty. You wheeled your chair out of the garage and onto the driveway, stopping when you heard Bill coming after you.
“Where are you g-going? Are you ok-kay?” He asks, walking by your side. You sigh and stop wheeling yourself forward. You say nothing at first trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. Bill walks in front of you, so he can see you while you talk, a simple gesture but something so thoughtful.
“You’re the only one who treats me… Well, normal… Richie always has something to say, Eddie avoids me like he’s going to catch something and I just… I hate it.” You mutter, folding your hands in your lap. Bill sighs as he crosses his arms.
“I w-wish there was more I could do. I t-t-tell Richie all the time to quit his shit but he-“
“It’s not you Bill. You do more than enough. Sometimes it feels like you’re the only person I have in my corner.” You say, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiles, his eyes holding that same shine that made you feel so warm and safe.
“Y-You know, that’s exactly how I feel.” He replies. You tilt your head in confusion. Bill rubs his neck bashfully before shrugging. 
“You’re the only one who ever t-tells them to stop making fun of my s-st-stutter. Sometimes it feels like y-you’re the only one in my c-corner.” He replies. You smile, a warm glow rushing to your cheeks.
“We can be in each other’s corner.” You reply, giddily grabbing his hand. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve done before pulling back.
“S-Sorry I was just-”
“No! It’s okay!” He grabs your hand again, this time intertwining your fingers. “I l-like being in each other's corner.” 
“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He chuckles and locks his pinky around yours.
“P-Pinky promise.” He replies.
“Now let’s go watch the m-movie. If Richie says anything else I’ll j-just kick him out.”
“Since when are you Mr. tough guy?” You ask with a giggle.
“S-Since I had to be in someone’s corner. I-it’s a tough job you know.”
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bazberkker · 2 years
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Sometimes I’ll just read the most profound, heart-wrenching piece of literature, and then remember that I’m on AO3 and it’s an It fanfiction published in 2017 with an author’s note saying “wrote this last night because I was bored lol”
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eddiekaspbrakirlsblog · 9 months
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I just know that Richie Tozier was a WRECK on his and Eddie’s wedding day , I JUST KNOW THAT MAN WAS ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT AT THE ALTER LIKE TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE , because he was SO happy🫶🫶🫶🫶 !!! he defo woke up that day like “time to marry the loml how hard could it be?” And then absolutely sobs when he sees Eddie☹️☹️☹️☹️.
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seecarrun · 25 days
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“Rich, she was t-totally flirting with you.”
Richie scrunched up his nose and shrugged his shoulders, trying his best not to let on just how much he didn’t really care to Bill. “Cool.”
Bill’s brows furrowed. “‘Cool’? That’s it?” he asked. Richie shrugged. Now or never.
“Yeah, man,” he mumbled. “I mean, I’m gay, so I’m not really interested.”
“You’re gay?!” Bill cried, making Richie wince.
“Yes, William,” he hissed, motioning for him to keep it the fuck down. “I’m gay. Let’s say it louder so the entire state hears it, huh?”
Bill shook his head, looking sheepish. “Sorry, sorry, I’m j-just surprised, is all. I mean first Eddie and now you? Wow. I appreciate you tell—”
“Wait, what?” Richie interrupted what he was sure was going to be coming sappy and corny. “What about Eddie?”
Bill blinked in surprise. “Eddie came out to me like, two weeks ago,” he explained. “Did he not tell you?”
“No, he didn’t fucking tell me! What the fuck!” Richie cried, looking just a hair away from maniacal and tearing down the sidewalk, back toward his car.
“Rich!” Bill called, sprinting to catch up.
Geeze. What the hell was up with him?
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reddie-4-more · 5 months
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It's been quite a while since my last message on this blog (and fandom), but I think I might finally have the inspiration to write again, after my previous aborted attempts.
The core of this fanfic will be "what if Pennywise was just a regular serial killer and the Losers actually killed him to defend themselves when they were teenagers?", and the repercussions of that action into their adulthood.
It will take place 27 years later, on the anniversary of Pennywise's death, and the Losers, who kinda drifted away from each other, will reunite again, after Richie's attempt (and failure) to perform a whole skit about their childhood trauma.
So, it's all about "how those dysfunctional grown-ups cope with the fact that they actually killed someone, and how it impacts each of them".
I'm going to take the time to think about it all a bit more, before writing it, so that I won't get stuck on the first few chapters.
But if you have any opinion about it all, don't hesitate to let me know!
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I'm writing an IT fanfic - what should I do?
In this fanfic they're 15-16, it's set up in the 90's, and Pennywise is around - now I'm thinking about whether to get any of the kids to die, or should I rather keep it canon-ish and have them all stay alive to fight It again (aka what happens in IT Chapter 2)?
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mrkeatingsblazer · 1 year
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I love that one South Park episode were they are ripping off IT bc Tweek and Craig are literally reddie😭😭😭
They have scenes like Tweek being on his bike seeing the president just like Eddie seeing Pennywise and then the whole gang shows up and talks about them all seeing the president EXCEPT CRAIG just like Richie.
Stan and Kyle are also stenbrough, Heidi and Eric Beverly and Ben and Tolkien as Mike😭😭😭
It’s so cute I love it. Someone needs to write a proper fic about them fighting pennywise it would be hilarious.
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itscoronatyime · 6 months
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Okay so im working on a fanfiction which is a crossover of Stranger things, IT, and The Goldfinch. The plot is basically, Child protective services finally decide to do something about boris's situation with his dad. Since he has no other immediate (or willing) family members his only option is his mother's (half) sister Karen. Karen hasn't seen or spoken to any of her (half) sisters since the funeral so she feels it's only right to take in her late sister's boy right? In fact she'll call up Maggie and arrange a reunion! Its about time for Mike and Nancy to get to know their cousins. So that's exactly what she did. And so, this is how Mike ended up spending his summer fighting with TWO supernatural demons instead of 1 while suffering through his difficult relationships with his cousins.
This is all I got so far ! I have planned ships already which are: Boreo, Polyamorous losers club (they're REAL AND CANON IDC IDC), byler +more to come
(Also they're all cousins because their moms have the same dad. Maggie and Boris's mom went with their dads so yeah )
Please let me know what you think :D !
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canislupus-exe · 11 months
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In Your Corner | bill denbrough
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>>gif credit to @/beenchillin on tumblr<<
fandom | IT: Chapter One
character | Bill Denbrough
reader | (disabled) he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)
requested | anonymous
warnings | cursing, ableism
word count | 1,131
keys | (Y/n) = Your name
summary | Hi! Could I request a Bill Denbrough x disabled!reader? Where Richie compares (y/n) to a bike and tries to ride their wheelchair while (y/n) is still in it- and bill tells him to fuck off? I just think bill would understand 🥺💕
editor | @feliscatus-exe
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You hummed quietly as you pushed against the wheels of your chair. Approaching your best friend’s driveway was the only way you could hang out with him, seeing how inaccessible his front door was. If you thought too hard about it, it didn’t give you the best feeling in the world, so you tried not to.
You saw him sitting on the floor, sketching in his notebook somewhat mindlessly. Upon hearing your quiet hum, he flipped a few pages ahead to a blank one. Looking up at you, he squinted from the sun shining in his eyes but smiled.
“H-Hi (Y/n). You’re the f-first to get here so we can wait for everyone else.” He said, standing up and moving to the couch his dad had put in the garage a few months ago. He realized how much more inclined he was to hang out there now that he was friends with you.
His parents were lovely, but he started to pick up on the sudden stiffness and overall negative feelings you had when they said certain things. About how they were sorry and glad Bill was so kind, which he was. It was one of his greatest qualities, but it was as if they only thought he was your friend because he was so kind.
“That’s alright. What were you drawing?”  You asked casually, backing your chair into the space of the wall that was just the right fit. You remembered when he moved aside a table so he could sit next to you. It was one of the moments that made you feel your heartbeat in your stomach, as he so often did.
“Oh, n-n-nothing. Just practicing shape l-language for objects.” He replied, sitting on the cushions in a way that made it easier to look at you. 
“Really? What are you trying to learn to draw?” You asked. He shrugged.
“Nothing in p-p-particular. I just think it’s a g-good skill to have.” He replies, closing his sketchbook and setting it aside. You smile and nod.
“Do you know when the other Losers plan on joining us?” You asked leaning on the arm of your chair.
“Right now.” A voice called from behind. You looked over your shoulder to the garage entrance, watching Richie, Eddie, and Stan enter. You smiled and waved, which only Stan returned. 
“What are we doing here? You never told us.” Eddie says, sitting on the far end of the couch. You were never sure why, but he always seemed much more tense. You could come up with a few reasons, but they weren’t good ones, and you hoped those weren’t the case.
“J-J-Just a movie night. I made popcorn and st-ocked the drinks.” Bill replied. You begin to self-propel toward the fridge in the far left corner of the room. You looked inside, seeing mostly cokes and water. You opted for the latter.
“Plus, if we run out, we can hop on (Y/n)’s wheelchair. He’s basically a bike.” Richie says with a snicker, placing both his feet on the back of your chair and causing you to become unsteady. You yelp in surprise, immediately swatting him off. You turn your chair to face him, a look of panic on your face.
“What the fuck Richie?” You shout. He raises his eyebrows.
“What?” He asks, lacking a single modicum of self-awareness. You’re so flustered and upset that you find it difficult to articulate your feelings. Bill stands up from the couch, stepping between Richie and yourself.
“Y-You can’t say shit like that Richie!” Bill exclaims, his ears turning red from anger as they always did.
“Why are you guys freaking out?” He asks, raising his arms in exasperation.
“C-Comparing (Y/n) to a bike? You don’t get why that’s f-f-f-fu-fucked up!?” He shouts, finding it harder to speak due to his anger.
“No? It was a good thing. Bikes are cool and he’d be helping us to the store.” He replied. 
“It’s fine Bill. Don’t worry about it…” You mumble, trying to maneuver around him.
“N-no (Y/n) I am w-worried about it,” Bill says, turning to look at you. There was a look in his eyes that made you feel warm and safe. 
“He said don’t worry about it so I think-“
“Fuck off Richie!” Bill yells as he whips his head around to stare at him, not a stutter in his voice. Richie backs away with his hands up in surrender.
“Whatever dude.” He mumbles, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.
You were thankful Bill was so quick to defend you, but the confrontation still made you uneasy and guilty. You wheeled your chair out of the garage and onto the driveway, stopping when you heard Bill coming after you.
“Where are you g-going? Are you ok-kay?” He asks, walking by your side. You sigh and stop wheeling yourself forward. You say nothing at first trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. Bill walks in front of you, so he can see you while you talk, a simple gesture but something so thoughtful.
“You’re the only one who treats me… Well, normal… Richie always has something to say, Eddie avoids me like he’s going to catch something and I just… I hate it.” You mutter, folding your hands in your lap. Bill sighs as he crosses his arms.
“I w-wish there was more I could do. I t-t-tell Richie all the time to quit his shit but he-“
“It’s not you Bill. You do more than enough. Sometimes it feels like you’re the only person I have in my corner.” You say, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiles, his eyes holding that same shine that made you feel so warm and safe.
“Y-You know, that’s exactly how I feel.” He replies. You tilt your head in confusion. Bill rubs his neck bashfully before shrugging. 
“You’re the only one who ever t-tells them to stop making fun of my s-st-stutter. Sometimes it feels like y-you’re the only one in my c-corner.” He replies. You smile, a warm glow rushing to your cheeks.
“We can be in each other’s corner.” You reply, giddily grabbing his hand. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve done before pulling back.
“S-Sorry I was just-”
“No! It’s okay!” He grabs your hand again, this time intertwining your fingers. “I l-like being in each other's corner.” 
“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He chuckles and locks his pinky around yours.
“P-Pinky promise.” He replies.
“Now let’s go watch the m-movie. If Richie says anything else I’ll j-just kick him out.”
“Since when are you Mr. tough guy?” You ask with a giggle.
“S-Since I had to be in someone’s corner. I-it’s a tough job you know.”
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derrydeer · 1 year
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if only i was a mentally ill cisgender young man in a horror franchise, maybe then i would be able to be trans without this horrible questioning
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eddiekaspbrakirlsblog · 9 months
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“karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me” is eddie kaspbrak coded btw
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seecarrun · 2 years
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Richie is pulled out of his mindless Twitter scrolling by a loud gasp and a huff, followed by loud, stomping footfalls down the hall.
“Bill fucking killed me!” Eddie cries, holding up Bill’s newest based-on-true-events-but-he’s-not-about-to-say-that-out-loud novel.
Richie, who hasn’t bothered to read the thing yet, because it is one thousand, one hundred, fifty two goddamn pages long, blinks up at him in surprise. “He did?”
“He did!” Eddie snaps, and all but throws the book to Richie, the offending page earmarked. “Pennywise rips my arm off and I fucking die! Of fucking blood-loss!”
Richie reads over the text, humming, grateful that Eddie was apparently too preoccupied with his own literary death to notice literary Richie’s telling reaction to it. What the fuck, Bill. “Damn. First Stan, now you. What did you guys do to piss him off so badly?”
“Hell if I know!” Eddie pouts, and grabs the book back from Richie with a huff. “I’m gonna go call Stan. This is ridiculous. We are his oldest friends.”
“Pretty sure I fall into that category too, and I don’t die, sooo…” Richie drawls with a chuckle.
Eddie flips him off. “There’s still time, Trashmouth. Somehow this goddamn book isn’t over yet,” he scoffs, then stomps back to his room to bitch to Stan, grumbling to himself the whole way.
Richie chuckles, and once he’s sure Eddie is occupied, takes out his phone to send a text of his own.
“Hey Bill,” he types. “‘He knew well enough’? The fuck, dude?!”
He hits send, and waits for a response.
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trouvailleamor · 8 months
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“Richie lived six months in the Deadlights,” Eddie blurted out, as soon as he finished chewing his last bite, causing Richie to gasp and aspirate on his coffee. “Let’s talk about it.”
sneak peak from too high, too far, too soon
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scrunchi · 1 year
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can u plsss send recs of reddie fics? preferably teens losers!!
ALL TIME FAVOURITE
It sounds a little weird if you read the caption because Eddie is literally a doll but this story is beautiful and I've read this so many times and cry every single fucking time so PLEASE give it a try. Also 10/10 losers dynamic, loved Ben so much in this, Richie and Eddie are also spot on.
If you like Harry Potter/Hogwarts AUs
This right here is what I always wanted from an Hogwarts AU and I even don't care that they put them in houses I don't agree they fit into but it's amazing 9/10
Superpowers/enemies to lovers
Ahhh the need to draw fanart for this is so strong but I feel like it's too old already haha. Richie and Eddie have opposite powers and can't hurt eachother and it's angsty and beautiful and great!! Not enough fluff for my taste (but I want them to hug all the time so what do I have to say) and the ending is a liiiittle weak but still SO worth reading.
If you are looking for like, Highschool AUs let me know, I would have to look for my favourites because I can’t remember them off the top of my head.
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