IT/Bill Denbrough X Reader

"you think they'll sign my yearbook?"

Bill, Richie, and Eddie come out of their final class. It's finally summer break and they're ready to go home. They were talking about Stan's bar mitzvah.

"So there's this church full of Jews right? So Stan has to take like this super-Jewy test a--" Eddie said, talking to Bill and Richie before being interrupted.

"So how does it work?" Bill asked, cutting Eddie off. "They slice the tip of his dick off," Eddie said shaking his head.

"Well, then Stan will have nothing left!" Richie exclaimed.

"Guys!" you and Stan said in sync with each other. You both ran up to the other three losers.

Okay, so you were Richie's sister. You had long, brown hair and you had the same personality as him, unfortunately. There was just something different. Bill didn't treat you like he treated the others. He smiled every time you did. His eyes looked more lit up when you were around him. Also, he tries to be partners every time you're allowed in class. Since you were the sister of him you were, of course, one of the Losers. You were also known as Trashmouth the second. Horrible thing to be called, right? But, you couldn't help it. You loved being friends with the four kids.

The other Losers greeted you and you walked by them.

"Hey Stan, so what happens at the bar mitzvah anyway? Ed says they slice the tip of your d-d-di-dick off." Bill asked. "Yeah and I think the Rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say "Where's the beef?" Richie said, jokingly. Everyone laughed.

"At the bar mitzvah, I read from the Torah and then I make a speech, then suddenly, I become a man," Stan explained.

"I could think of funner ways to become a man," Richie replied to Stan's explanation. "More fun ways, you mean." Stan corrected. You laughed and hit your brother on the shoulder. You all walked past Henry Bowers and his pack of goons. They glared at you all. Richie adjusted his glasses. "You think they'll sign my yearbook?" Richie joked. "Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot, steamy dump in your backpack last month. Have a good summer!"

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Beverly Marsh sat in the bathroom stall with a cigarette in her hand. Her bully, Gretta walked in. Some of her friends were in there already, setting up the disaster Beverly didn't see coming. Gretta fiercely kicked the door to the stall Beverly was sitting in.

"Are you in there by yourself or are half the guys in the school with you, huh slut?" Gretta asked with a mean tone in her voice. "I know you're in there you little shit I can smell you. No wonder you don't have any friends." One of Gretta's friends grabbed the full trash bag from the trashcan and turned on the sink. The trash bag was filled with water and trash.

"Which is it, Gretta? Am I a slut or a little shit? Make up your mind." Beverly said in a calm voice.

"You're trash. We just wanted to remind you." Gretta said, backing away from the stall. One of her friends grabbed the trash bag and stood on the toilet seat in the stall next to Beverly's. She poured the trash infested water and poured it on top of Beverly. Luckily, she had enough time to "shield" herself from the disgusting water. "Well, at least now you'll smell better. Let's go girls."

Gretta said, motioning the girls to follow her.

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"Best feeling ever!" Stan exclaimed, emptying out his book bag. The others did too. "Oh yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time." Richie shot back. "Hey what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?" Eddie asked while putting his book bag back on. "Start my training," Richie replied. "What training.?" Eddie asked looking confused. "Street Fighter," Richie said.