It Imagines/Preferences (+ cast!)

They Choose their GF pt.2 🤡

A/n: can i just say how much i LOVE getting comments like it makes me so happy !!! anyways enjoy part 2 i'm gonna be working on ships soon sorry it took so long :,(

BILL
It was morning time as the sun rose in the sky. I was still knocked out cold on the ground, my blood now dried on the stairs of Bill's house as the rain has stopped an hour after the incident.
"I'll get the mail!" Bill's mom announced, opening the front door to be greeted with a frightening sight.
She gasped, calling for her husband as she rushed to my side, brushing my hair back out of my face.
"Oh god, she's freezing! Has she been out here all night??" Mrs. Denbrough lifted my head, placing her cardigan underneath it as her husband ran down the steps.
"What's wrong? Oh-Oh dear, um-isn't this..?" He trailed off, watching as I stirred, squinting from the sun peaking over the clouds.
"Where....where am I?" I asked, glancing up at Bill's mom as she held my head in her hands.
"Sweetie you're at my house. Do you remember what happened?" Mrs. Denbrough spoke softly, smiling down at me as my forehead tightened in confusion.
She rubbed my head, telling me to take my time. I tried as best as I could to recall what happened last night. Frowning, I looked up at her.
"Bill...he...he left a note on my door to come over as soon as possible...but then..something...something attacked me...it was...it was..." My eyes widened as I vividly remembered Vicky lunging at me. Mrs. Denbrough gave me words of reassurance, ushering me to tell her. "It was Bill's girlfriend..Vicky..she...she jumped at me from those bushes and I...I hit my head..." I pointed towards their stairs, making Mr. Denbrough wince as he rubbed his head. I managed to get out a laugh, before frowning again as Bill's mom.
"Is...is Bill okay?" I asked, looking up desperately at the pair. They looked at each other, confused before another voice spoke up.
"You-you're worried a-ab-about me wh-when I-I was a j-jerk to you?" Bill teared up, pointing to himself with shame, "I let her do this to you, because I was too blind to notice that I had feelings for you." He muttered sadly, wiping at his eyes before any tears could fall.
I smiled weekly, playing with my fingers, "I like you too, Bill, I couldn't stand the thought of you getting hurt by her..." He rushed to my side, tears falling from his eyes as he saw the state of my head, "I'll be okay, Bill, i'm always okay." I sent him a thumbs up, making him chuckle despite the situation. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around me and leaned his head on me.
"I'm so sorry, Y/n, I'll never let anything like this happen again."
"I know, Bill, I know."

STAN
It's been a week since Stan walked away from everyone, and the Losers were surprisingly doing okay. Richie still annoyed the hell out of everyone, Bill still stuttered while Eddie still cried about germs. It was as if no one even noticed that Stan left, or, they were acting as if he never did.
"Hey Y/n are you bringing your famous snacks to the quarry?" Richie asked as he shoved his grimy sock in Eddie's face. I giggled, shoving various folders in my bag to leave with the rest of our group.
We walked past Stan and Linda, who were at her locker. I turned my head to the side as to avoid looking at him.
Even after all that happened, I still find myself in love with the asshat. I know I shouldn't, but years of friendship and feelings just doesn't go away so easily.
"Yeah, Y/n, are you bringing the snacks? I'm tired of telling my mom i'm a growing boy when she asks where all the snacks went." Eddie pulled his book bag on tighter, a pleading look in his eyes. I couldn't help but smile warmly at him, giving him a nod of affirmation as we left the building. Richie and him gave each other a fist bump as they looked forward to hanging out later (but mostly excited for the snacks).
It was later in the day and I had packed up all the necessities. Grabbing my bike, I sat the bag of food in the basket and took off, careful not to hit any bumps so the food wouldn't get messed up. I smiled upon nearing the cliff, seeing the losers already gathered around and waiting.
"I probably brought to much, but Stan always said..." I caught myself, quickly shutting my mouth and giving a weak smile, "Richie eats a lot anyways so.."
"What are you calling me a fat fucking pig get over here you're ass is grass!" Richie stood up, faking a swing as I laughed, lightly shoving him away. He chuckled, but soon turned serious.
"Not again..." I thought, waiting for Stan to say something from behind me. Every single time-
"The snacks. Hand 'em over." Richie held out his hand, glaring at me.
God i should have known with him!
I rolled my eyes and handed him the bag, to which he gladly took and gave to the rest of the losers as they tried to pull out everything nicely as quick as possible.
"DUDE SHE MADE THE LITTLE HEART SANDWICHES I FREAKING LOVE THESE MOTHER FU-"
"Uh..hey guys..." An awkward voice came from behind all of us. Richie froze, halfway shoving said sandwich in his face. Bill cleared his throat, the tension high and obviously getting to him.
I decided to ignore him, and continued pulling out the snacks and setting them down. Stan's feet shuffling could be heard, before he sighed.
"Y/n...please talk to me...or acknowledge me." He pleaded, scratching his arm uncomfortably as the other losers watched my face.
I refrained from looking at him, still focused on my goods in front of me, "I have nothing to say to you, Uris."
Richie winced, covering his mouth with his fist as he glanced between us, "Damnnn, she used your last name bro-ow!" Eddie flicked Richie on the forehead, preventing him from saying anything else that could get him into trouble.
Stan kneeled down next to me, grabbing my hands so I'd stop fidgeting with the food.
"I broke up with her, Y/n." He spoke, looking me in the eyes as I teared up, shaking my head.
"What do you want me to say, Stanley? That i'm happy it took you leaving to realize how messed up she is? That I'm glad she was more important than our friendship? That I'm glad some girl you've barely known took you away from me? Because I'm not Stan! I'm not. What you did hurt! It really did! But I'm still in love with you after all this which makes me want to hate you even more!!" I took a deep breath, turning my head away so he wouldn't see me cry anymore.
A gentle finger turned me back to him, where he smiled a small smile, and whispered, "You're in love with me?"
I couldn't muster up the courage to speak, so I simply nodded, closing my eyes as more tears fell, "I don't want to be."
"Well I'm glad you are, because I'm in love with you too, and i'm sorry it took one bitch for me to find out, but I'm glad I did." He offered me a real smile, moving his hand to cup my cheek as I let out a weak laugh.
"She was a bitch." He nodded, laughing with me.
I leaned my forehead into his, closing my eyes gently as I smiled. Wow, I never thought I'd thank Linda for being such a cold hearted bitch.
"Sooo...does this mean we can have the snacks now?"
"RICHIE!!!"