imagines.

Bill Denbrough || bow to me.

The kicking into Bill's ribs were hard hitting and maybe even causing them to break.

His eyes released tears of pain as Bowers continued to kick him on the ground. His chest hurt, his stomach in pain. He didn't know when it would stop. His eyes tightened shut.

And then suddenly, it did stop.

He slowly opened his eyes to see Henry Bowers on the ground with a bloody nose, cowering in pain, holding his nose at it's break. He could see the h/c coloured hair of his girlfriend. She was always the tougher one in their relationship. She rushed over to Bill, holding a hand over his one placed on his stomach, the other cupping his cheek.

"You okay babe?" she held concern in her eyes.

"Never better," he smirked back. She slightly giggled and pushed a stray hair behind her ear.

"Miss L/N did that," she smiled down at him, referring to herself.

"Not Miss L/N."

She sent him a questioning look before he started to lean into her lips.

"Y/N Denbrough sounds better."