Basically all the scenarios of me and Jaedan I've thought about that is made into an x reader.
YOU CAN REQUEST TOO ONLY Y/N THOUGH!
Includes:
Jaedan Martell
Bill Denbrough
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Bill Denbrough X Reader
Imagine: Bill trying to stand up to Bowers (keyword being try) and gets beat up badly.
There's a knock on the door and you pause the movie playing on your TV. You almost yell out for your parents\guardian to get the door but then you realise that they're on vacation.
You sigh to yourself and look at the time, '19. 06' you think to yourself who's knocking on the door at this time and slowly go down the stairs.
You hear a few more knocks and go down faster to open the door and come face to face with your best friend; Bill Denbrough.
"Bill what're you doing here?" You ask while narrowing your eyes, he blinks and you try to look at him properly in the dim light.
"Can I come i-in? I need h-help." Bill says and you pull him inside and look at him properly.
You gasp, "Bill what happened to you!? Come on let's get you cleaned up!"
You lead him to the bathroom and make him sit down on the counter, taking the first aid box out and placing it on the counter next to Bill.
You open it and take the rubbing alcohol, you also take a few pieces of cotton and apply the rubbing alcohol on it.
You feel Bill's gaze on you and you decide not to point it out. You take the cotton and look up at Bill, his eyes deep and shining in the light.
He was taller than you, but now to look at his eyes you had to look so much higher than usual. You snap out of your daze and break eye contact with Bill, bringing the cotton to his arm and rubbing it there. Bill winces and shuts his eyes tight.
He wasn't wounded enough to bleed, he just had a few bruises and you were lucky that he didn't get injured to have blood.
"So what happened?" You ask while rubbing the cotton on all his bruises.
"I got into a f-fight," Bill replies and you roll your eyes.
"I figured that out, with who?" You ask while lifting his shirt up a little to check if he had any bruises there.
Turning out that he does you apply the rubbing alcohol there too. Bill winces and stutters out,"B-Bowers."
You gasp and look up at him, seeing him already looking at you with his piercing eyes.
"Are you fucking crazy?! He could've -could've killed you!"
Bill shakes his head, "He didn't get t-to neat me up t-that badly, I got a few punches in too."
"Few punches or not, you could've gotten killed. Whyd you even pick a fight with him?" You narrow your eyes and put the first aid kit back in its place.
Bill doesn't get off the counter, "I don't know, I just- I needed someone to take the anger out on? "
"Anger?" You ask, hopping onto the counter and sitting next to Bill.
"Y-Yeah, I have some problems and it made me take my anger out on him."
You shake your head, "Bill you could've just talked to me. We're best friends. "
Bill nods, cringing, "Yeah........ Friends."
"You have a problem with us being friends? " You ask him, noticing how his voice changed and how he cringed.
"It's just I-I-I-I l-like you," Bill stutters and bashfully looks away.
You nod, "I know," Bill turns to you with a panicked face.
"And-?"
"And I've been waiting for you to ask me out because I like you too," You complete and get off the counter.
Bill looks down at you, "So you'll go out with me?"
"Yes. Dumbass. "
Bill grins and gets off the counter, "Come on then!"
You quickly shake your head, "No! Not now, Bowers might be out there. "
"Right," Bill sighs.
"Well I'll go home t-then."
"Yeah be careful, and don't pick fights with anyone else, okay?"
"Okay mom," Bill teases as you walk him to the front door.
