Beverly Marsh (It 2017) Imagines

Imagines Part 4; When Your Future Wife Finds Out You Draw

After your last stunt of sneaking out to go adventure with the Losers Club, you were grounded. Majorly. Now, you weren't so upset about that. At least you wouldn't run into your biggest fear again in your own home. Hopefully.
The one thing you missed while being grounded though was being able to talk to Beverly(and of course the other Losers, but mostly Beverly). You realize you probably shouldn't miss her so much since you've literally been grounded for about two days now, but regardless. You sat in your room, doodling and writing whatever you could think of. Usually it was little doodles of whatever you saw outside your window, or the various objects scattered about inside your room. Well today your mind decided to draw the object of your affections; the one and only Beverly Marsh. Thus why you found yourself sitting on your bed with a massive drawing pad and pencil on your lap. You were having trouble with her hair- no, let's be realistic. You were having trouble drawing everything about her. You were so focused on the drawing of the ginger girl, you didn't even notice when a tap sounded at your bedroom window. You only noticed when the amount of taps on the glass surface had risen to a mighty number of ten. Your head snapped up since you thought some poor, stupid bird slammed itself into your window. But boy were you surprised when your window quietly slid upwards. This is how you die, was of course your immediate thought. Well, your thought until a leg with a certain dress covering it stuck it's way into your room. Your mouth dropped in surprise.
"What the fuck?" You cried. Your eyes widened even more when Beverly Marsh slid through the window and landed on your floor. "What the fuck?" You repeated. Beverly stood, grinning.
"Hey, (Y/N). I wanted to drop by."
"You don't say. You literally dropped through my fucking window."
"Should I leave?" She said, crossing her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow.
"No!" You immediately blurted, shaking your head. The red haired girls face filled with amusement at this. She made her way over to your bed and sat on the side.
"I was gonna bring the others but Eddie's mom is... Well Eddie's mom. Stanley had his weird church thing, Mike was busy, Bill was busy, Ben was busy too, and Richie was being a fucking idiot."
"Jesus Christ everybody's busy." Beverly snorted.
"Evidently." Her storm gray eyes suddenly caught sight of your sketch pad and the unfinished drawing of her. Her right eyebrow raised, and you followed her line of sight. Upon realizing what she was looking at, you turned a deep red and attempted to literally throw the poor sketch pad across the room and far away from you two. But alas, before you could yeet away your embarrassment, she stopped you and took the pad of paper to look at it more. Cue an even darker hue of red spreading across your face. Eventually Beverly looked up and smiled at you.
"Is this me?" She asked. Was... Was she blushing? Oh sweet fucking Jesus you made her blush from embarrassment. Good job, you thought. You look like some weird stalker now! You nodded slowly since hey, you were already caught red handed. Plus you couldn't think of anyone else that you could say you were drawing.
Beverly's smile grew wider, and her blush darkened. "I love it." She set it down and looked at you again. "When you're done, can I have it?" You froze. She actually wanted it? Whaaaat? Naturally you nodded, causing her smile to widen. "Thank you so much!" The next thing you knew her arms were around you, encasing you in a hug. Could you get any redder? Apparently yes, and you were making tomatoes everywhere incredibly jealous. You wrapped your arms around her after shrieking like a banshee internally for a solid thirty seconds. Probably more.