ego // oneshots

beverly → stenbrough

            → this part is titled beverly bc its
                  basically what happens to bev
                  at the beginning of the movie
                  but w/ bill. i hope u enjoy!!!
            → warnings: slut shaming,
                 homophobic slurs

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bill denbrough sat in the middle stall of the boys bathroom on the first floor of derry middle school. it was the last day of school and he was skipping seventh period, algebra two. he was supposed to meet up with richie and ditch school completely, but richie's seventh period teacher saw him. bill didn't go to math regardless; he figured it was better this way. now instead of just richie, he could see all the losers after school.

just as bills thoughts extinguished and his cigarette was dully burning, the final bell of eighth grade rang out. he heard immediate commotion, and took a long drag from his cigarette, smiling. it was summer, and he couldn't wait to see his friends.

bill was gathering his things and was about to exit his stall when he heard snickering, followed by a powerful kick to his stall door.

it was henry bowers.

"you in there by yourself billy? or do you half the school in there with you, huh slut?" henry shrieked.

bill rolled his eyes and put out his smoke on the wall of the bathroom, not responding. this made henry furious, and he continued to shout.

"i know you're in there, little faggot, i can smell you!" he screamed.

bill sighed and finally spoke, "wh-which is it b-bowers? am i s-slut, or a little fa-faggot? make u-up y-y-your fu-ucking mi-mind."

henry scoffed. "you're a stuttering freak. and you're trash. we just wanted to remind you."

patrick hockstetter was in the stall next to bill, with a bag of trash. bill looked up and saw patrick getting ready to pour it on him.  bill put his backpack over his head as he felt the wet trash fall around him. he grimaced, but managed to keep the trash off his body.

henry leaned close to the stall door, "this summer's gonna be a hurt train. for you and all your faggot friends." he backed up. "lets go boys." he said. the group left the bathroom and bill felt tears building in his eyes. he didnt want to cry, but looking at the circle of trash around him and feeling his soaked backpack made him feel so pathetic and vulnerable, its all he could do. so he wept, dropping his backpack in the pool of wetness around him.

meanwhile, eddie, stan, and richie were outside. they were dumping out the contents of their backpacks into the trashcans in front of the bus stop.

"best. feeling. ever." stan announced.
"yeah? try tickling your pickle for the first time!" richie exclaimed.
stan looked at him with pure disgust. eddie broke the tension, "so, what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?" stan shrugged, "not sure, we should ask bill if we could all go to the quarry or something. where is he anyway?" stan looked around for bill, but there wasnt a trace of him outside. richie spoke, "he skipped seventh period, go check the bathroom on the first floor. middle stall. its where he usually goes." stan gulped and nodded.

he walked into the bathroom and was taken aback by the state of it. stanley uris hated public restrooms. he's never set foot in the school bathroom, and he silently vows to never go in again. stan wipes the look of disgust from his face, and he notices faint sobs from the middle stall. theres a pool of dirty water and trash under canvas sneakers and green striped socks. bill. stan cautiously leans his forehead against the door.

"bill?" he says gently.
bill sniffles and looks down at the pristine black shoes that belong to none other than stanley uris. he swallows and chokes out a sentence, "y-yeah stan. its me" bill stood up and unlocked the stall door, falling into stan's arms. he started crying again. stan held him and backed them away from the stall, leaning against the sinks. stan runs his hands through bills hair, swiping his fringe out of his eyes. he whispers, "what happened?" bill meekly responds, "b-bow-wers." stan looked down at him with sad eyes, feeling awful that he couldn't defend the person he loved so dearly. he kissed the top of bill's head, and his forehead, and his cheek. stopping to to lock eyes with bill before he put his lips on his. and in that moment, stanley uris had never been so incredibly unafraid of germs.