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sapphireplums · 4 years

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interviews

jaeden martell x reader

request: Hi!!! I was wondering if I could request a one shot where the reader is apart of the it cast and is dating Jaeden Martell? Maybe the cast was all on a talk show or in an interview and one of the cast let’s it slip that Jaeden and the reader are in a relationship. I love your writing btw!!

word count:1037

request made by: @sebass-stan

warnings: minor use of language

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“Come on, Y/N you always take forever to get ready when it comes to interviews,” your boyfriend Jaeden said through your dressing room door .

You were about to be on the Jimmy Fallon show which was a dream of yours. Playing Annabelle Tozier in IT made your acting career take off drastically.

“Babe, you know it takes a while for me to look pretty,” you said as you opened the door.

“No because you always look pretty, Y/N,” Jaeden said with a smile on his face.

You smiled at what he said, but your moment was interrupted by the one and only Jack Dylan Grazer.

“Awwww look at these two cutiesssss,” Jack said in a sing-song voice.

“Oh shut it, Grazer,” you said to him. He just smiled and walked off.

You saw the rest of the cast in the green room and decided to sit next to your on screen ‘brother’.

“Hey Finnie,” you said while sitting next to him.

“Hey Y/N,” Finn said while wrapping his arm around you.

Finn was one of your best friends. Even though you guys played siblings in the movie, you had a great off-screen relationship.

This made Jaeden jealous sometimes, but you assured him that Finn was really just a friend.

“Ugh, I’m bored. I just want to be on the show now and eat food,” Jack said loudly.

“Jack, can you not be so loud please? You’re hurting my ears.”

Jack was thinking about it until he started to say words even louder than before.

You gave Jack a death glare and he put up his hands in surrender. You smirked at the end knowing you won victory.

Everyone else also laughed at how Jack was scared of you. Honestly, before the cast met you, they all were intimidated with your snarky attitude and your rbf.

“Babe, stop scaring Jack before he pees his pants,” Jaeden said to you.

“Whatever, but you’re still annoying Grazer,” you pointed at Jack.

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“Five minutes until we’re live,” the producer said to the IT cast.

You were nervous since this was your first talk show. Jaeden noticed your nervousness and he put a comforting arm around your waist.

“Hey Y/N, it’s okay, you’ll do great.”

“I know Jae, but what if I say something wrong?”

Jaeden signed and pulled you into a hug. “Y/N I promise you you’ll do fine.”

You nodded and prepared to walk out onto the stage where Jimmy Fallon was sitting.

“And now I would like to introduce to you the cast of It Chapter 2!”

Everyone started clapping and cheering for you guys.

You took your seat and sat between Finn and Jaeden.

“Hi guys, it’s great to have you guys back on my show!” Jimmy was one of my favurite talk shows, so this was an honor.

You all did your introductions on what our characters would be like in the movie.

You blanked out for a little bit, but then you heard your name being called which made you get out of your trance.

“So Y/N, you’re new here on my show and on the IT cast tell us about you and your character?”

“Well my character that I play is Annabelle Tozier, who is the complete opposite of Richie. She’s a sweetheart and is like the mom of the Losers. Annabelle resembles me a lot because in real life, I actually am like the caregiver for these boys, and for Sophia, she’s like my best friend on set.”

Jaeden smiled proudly at you which made a small smirk form on your lips.

He moved his hand on his right thigh which was really close to your left. You could feel the warmth of his fingers radiating close to your thigh.

“Ahh, I see, but there has also been rumors that you will also be joining the cast of Stranger Things season 4? Is that true?”

You smiled and nodded your head. “ Yes, yes thats correct. I will be playing Carly Byers who is also Will’s sister. That’s pretty much all I can say for now.”

“Okay Y/n, so everyone wants to know, is there a special someone in your life?”

You can see Jaeden’s eyes perk up and his cheeks flushing pink, but tried to hide it.

“U-U-Umm well, there is a g-g-uy,” you said stammering over your words.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, just tell everyone that you’re dating Jaeden,” Jack’s loudmouth said.

You whipped you head towards him and gave him and evil eye. Jaeden did the same.

You could hear all of the gasps and screams from the crowd.

“Y/N, is this true?”

You stared at Jaeden and he nodded his head.

He grabbed your thigh which made the crowd basically scream.

The losers were cheering you on muttering words like ‘finally’ or ‘it’s about time’.

“Yes, we are dating.” Jimmy smiled and clapped his hands to congratulate you guys.

“Wow, well I shipped it and my ship has sailed!” Jimmy said putting his hands up in victory.

Jimmy concluded your guy’s part for the show and you guys tarted to walk backstage.

“Oh my gosh, that was the most intense moment in my life!” You were relieved to finally let the world know that you were dating Jaeden.

“Yeah me too babe,” Jaeden said while putting his hands on his cheeks. “But you were amazing out there, just like I told you.”

You leaned in, about to kiss Jaeden, but a pair of arms wrapped around the two of you, interrupting your moment.

“Your welcome you guys,” you heard a voice hugging the two of you.

“You’re still in deep shit Grazer!” You then started to chase Jack backstage while Jaeden was trying to hold you back from committing a murder.

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theyalldeserveddbetter · 4 years

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Fights and Movies- Drabble

(Jaeden Martell x Evans! reader)

Request:

Can you write a jaeden x evans! reader where the reader got into a fight with Chris and went to jaeden to talk about it?

A/N: I had to help out the school office today so I wrote this while waiting for my next task :)

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You sighed, walking up to the steps of your boyfriend Jaeden’s house. You had gotten into a fight with your dad Chris and you weren’t feeling too well. You figured that Jaeden would be able to cheer you up.

You knocked on the door twice. Seconds later, the door swung open. Jaeden stood there.

“Y/N!” He said happily.

You gave a weak smile. He looked at you worriedly and ushered you in. The two of you walked up to his bedroom.

You sat on his bed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked looking at you.

You sighed, “Dad and I got into a fight. It’s stupid, really.”

“It’s not stupid if you were unhappy about it.” Jaeden reasoned.

“I missed the bus to school yesterday because I was on the phone with (Y/FN). She was telling me how she wouldn’t be able to catch the bus with me.” You looked down, embarrassed.

Jaeden nudged you.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s not your fault.” He gave you a hug. When he let go, you put your head on his shoulder.

“What do you want to do now?” Jaeden asked.

“Watch a movie?” You asked, looking at him.

Jaeden smiled. “Yeah! Of course we can do that.”

And so, for the rest of the afternoon, you stayed with Jaeden; watching movies and laughing at jokes. You were happy that he could cheer you up.

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rachaelswrites · 3 years

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TikTok, Boys, and Milkshakes

Chapter 2: The Date

Fast-food worker!Jaeden Martell x Actress!Evans!reader

Saturday night took it’s time arriving. For the last few days, Chris noticed a buzz about you that was a mix between anxiety and excitement but he wasn't the only one. A few of your friends noticed you were acting strange and they questioned you. You didn’t want to jinx how well things seemed to be going with Jaeden so you kept your mouth shut and lied, saying it was about an upcoming role. That wasn’t technically a lie though. You’d been auditioning left and right and things were looking up for your career.

When Saturday finally arrived, you decided to update your followers on the Jaeden situation.

“Hey guys I know it’s been a while since I updated but I’m here to say I have happy news for you all,” you started, “Well after one of you guys gave me his insta, me and Jaeden talked for a little bit and tonight, we’re having our first date! I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes,” you ended the video and posted it to your account. You spun in your desk chair to try and start getting ready for tonight.

You knew you had to dress up a little but not too much. The diner wasn’t a fancy restaurant, it was a small town, local diner that everyone knew and went to. You opted for something that you would wear to the first day of school or picture day. Nice but not too nice.

“Have fun tonight,” Chris said as watched you grab your keys and jacket from the table by the door.

“I’m nervous dad,” you admitted.

“That’s fine,” he said, “It’s your first date. If you weren’t nervous I’d be a little scared.”

“Do you have any tips? You know a thing or two about dating.”

Chris stood from the couch, disturbing Doger in his peaceful sleep and came over to you, “It’s cheesy but just be yourself. That’s the only way Jaeden can really get to know you.”

“Is that it?”

“Relax,” Chris said, putting his hands on your shoulders, “I can feel how tense you are.”

You shrugged your dad off of you, “I’ll try,” you said, “I just don’t want to mess up.”

“It’ll be okay,” your dad said, “And if it’s not, you have me and Dodger to cheer you up afterwards.”

“Okay,” you hugged him goodbye and made sure to say goodbye to Dodger before you left the house. It was cold so you quickly pulled your jacket on and then got into your car.

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You listened to the playlist you used to hype you up but you were still too nervous. It was only your first date but you didn’t want to mess it up. There was a chance that you and Jaeden just wouldn’t click and things would fizzle out. You didn’t want that to happen though.

You finally pulled into the parking lot of the diner and you spotted Jaeden making his way around the table through the windows. He looked like he was wiping some of them down. There was only one other party and Jaeden was the only one working.

When you entered the diner, Jaeden’s eyes immediately went to you, “Hey,” he said, a bright smile on his face.

“Hi,” you said shyly.

“I already saved you a table,” he said, motioning you to follow. You nodded and followed him to the very left of the diner and right next to the window, “This is my favorite table,” he said as he set down a menu and silverware, “It has the best view.”

“You know, this is actually my favorite table as well,” you said, sliding into the booth.

“Really?” he asked, sitting in the seat across from you, “Why’s that?”

You shrugged, “It’s peaceful over here. Like it’s own little world,” you explained.

“Hmm,” Jaeden hummed, “I get that,” he looked from you down to the menu, “You know what you want yet?”

“Yeah I’ll get what I always do,” you said, testing his memory. In some of your texts, you mentioned how you always get chicken nuggets, no matter where you are. You told him all your family and friends teased you but he didn’t. He said it was adorable.

“Let’s see,” he said, pretending to think, “Chicken nuggets and a chocolate milkshake coming right up,” he said.

“I’m surprised you remembered. It’s not like I order it every time,” you said as you laughed.

Jaeden just smiled as he got up and went to the counter and to tell the cook your order. He had to go and grab some condiments for the other party before he made his way back to you.

“I have a question,” you said as soon as he sat down. You had been meaning to ask it for a while and you figured now would be the best time to do it, before things got too far.

“Shoot,” you said.

“I ask everyone this so don’t feel alienated but, are you a fan? Like a superfan?”

Jaeden laughed, “Not really,” he said, “I mean, I’m a marvel fan so I’ve seen your dad in all his Captain America stuff but I haven’t really watched any of your stuff.”

“Oh,” you said.

“Well I’ve seen your stuff but it’s not really my thing.”

“Ah I see,” you said, understanding what he meant, “You’re not a fan of cheesy, coming of age movies?”

“My friends are, which is how I know your stuff but yeah, I’m not a fan of those types,” he said.

“I guess that’s good for me,” you said, “Cause I don’t like them either,” you said, which shocked him.

“Wait, you don’t like the movies you star in?” he asked.

You shrugged, “I like the scripts and everything but I wouldn’t dare choose to watch one for movie night. I think it’s cause I spend too much time behind the scenes that I know the love isn’t real. And those movies raise people’s expectations too much.”

“Makes sense,” he said, “I guess I’m kinda the same way. Nothing real happens in those movies. Relationships are not that easy in real life.”

“You have experience in that area?” you asked. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had dated other people. It was strange for kids your age to not date (according to the people around you) so it would make sense.

“No but you see it everyday, all the time,” he said. Both of you heard the bell ding, signalling your food was ready, “I’ll be right back,” he said. He went over to the counter and grabbed a tray, loading up your food and walking back. He set it down and sat in his seat, “Hope you don’t mind me joining you.”

“Not at all,” you said.

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The two of you ate in silence for a while until he spoke up again, “So how is famous life going?”

You laughed lightly, “It’s going okay,” you said, “Lots of auditions and stuff.”

“How do you fit in school?” he asked, “Especially when you’re gone filming and stuff.”

“Oh I do online school. I don’t think I’ve set foot in a classroom since I was seven,” you said, “I wish I could go to a normal school but the schedules aren’t flexible enough.”

“Why would you want to go to high school? It sucks,” he said, taking a bite out of his burger.

You shrugged, “It looks fun,” you said, taking a sip from your shake, “I didn’t have a normal childhood so when I reached high school, I had hoped I could take some time off from filming so I could do school but I got booked up,” you explained.

“You’re not missing much,” he said, “I’ve been in high school for two years and I’ve already had enough.”

“Really? It’s that bad huh?”

Jaeden nodded, “Okay it’s not too bad but there’s some things I wish just didn’t exist.”

“Like what?” you asked.

“Assemblies are dumb,” he said, almost instantly, “And the hallways are always so crowed. I almost got pushed down the steps my first day.”

“They can’t be that bad,” you thought back to all the tiktoks you had seen other people post about their school’s and their assemblies, “They always look so cool though?”

“Only if your school isn’t lame. The one here is,” he explained.

“I wish I could go to one someday,” you said, “Just to see what it was like.”

“You could always take time off and go to school then,” he suggested, “I’m sure your dad would be fine with that.”

“Yeah but I have so many opportunities coming up that I really want to do.”

“It’s up to you,” he said, “Although I think if you were around, I’d have a much better time.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, “Wow.”

“Wow what?”

“You’re very blunt, aren’t you?”

Jaeden shrugged, “I’m just telling the truth.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah but you love it,” he said, a smug grin on his face.

You sighed, “Yeah I guess so.”

~~~~~

After you two finished eating, Jaeden had to check out the other party and by then, it was closing time. You had thrown all your stuff away and was slipping on your coat when he came back around to your table.

“Let me walk you out,” he said, holding out his arm.

“You are quite the gentleman,” you replied, linking your arm with his.

“Anytime m’lady.”

He walked you out of the diner and back to your car. It was dark out and the wind was starting to pick up, “God it’s cold,” you muttered under your breath.

“Here,” Jaeden started to take off his zip up he had thrown on before you came outside.

“Then you’ll be cold,” you argued back.

He shook his head and handed it to you, “I have to go back inside and close up and I have an extra one inside. I’m okay.”

You cautiously took it, waiting for him to change his mind. When he hadn’t, and you were now bundled up in his jacket with your’s underneath, you figured he would be okay like he said.

“Thank you,” you said, “For tonight and this,” you lifted your arms up, showing off the baggy jacket he gave you.

“Of course. I had a lot of fun tonight,” he said. He scanned your face, hoping to see if your expression matched how he was feeling. It was hard to tell from the dark and the weird shadows the neon lights cast but it was there. You had a nervous smile on your face. Not a bad nervous, but a good one.

“Me too,” you said, “We should definitely do this again.”

“We should.”

You two stayed there for a moment before you both leaned in and wrapped your arms around each other in a hug. Jaeden was warm, warmer than you thought. He thought the same. If he had a choice, he would stay here for hours but he pulled away slowly, having to go back and close up.

You waved goodbye as Jaeden walked back to the front doors and you climbed into your car, “Jae wait!” you called before he got too far.

“Yeah?” He loved the nickname you called him. He hated when anyone else called him that but you had a free pass. He turned so he could face you.

“Before I forget,” you started, “When should I return your jacket?”

“Whenever you want,” he said.

You smiled and got into your car and closed the door behind you. Jaeden smiled and went into the diner, letting the door close after him. Both of you were buzzing with anticipation at what was going to come next.

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bisexualcrowley · 3 years

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Knives Out Characters as Whose Line is it Anyway Prompts

Blanc:

Ransom:

Marta:

Harlan:

Meg:

Joni:

Richard:

Linda:

Donna:

Jacob:

Nana:

i DIDN’T MEAN to put the kp*p version of that one up there hsjsj (censored to avoid the gotdamn tag)

#knives out #whose line is it anyway #benoit blanc #marta cabrera #chris evans #ransom drysdale #jaeden martell #fic recs

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 4 years

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Badass || Bill Denbrough x Reader

Day 2 of Fictober

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x [gn] Reader

Requested: how about you do a bill x reader where the reader is a badass but still in the losers club???? just came up with it!!! btw love ya work and love ya!!!!

A//n: Aw thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you. Love you too darling, hope you like it 💛💛💛 and thanks for being so patient like the rest y'all 😘 [also i am in no way a badass so I’m sorry, I tried lol] edit: OKAY IM ACTUALLY SO PROUD OF THIS, HOLY CRAP?? And again, i finished and pressed saved draft 30 SECONDS before midnight, so fight me this counts lol i just had to set up the title and tags and stuff on my computer before posting. anyways, thanks for waiting for this request, i hope you enjoy this, like i said, im actually surprised at how proud of this one i am!

Fictober Prompt: “that’s the easy part”

Warnings: Blood

“ROCK WAR~!”

The next thing you knew, rocks were soaring across the stream straight for your head. Luckily for your skull, your reflexes were faster than you remembered and you managed to duck before a giant stone could knock you out.

And yet you still heard a thump?

You peek out from behind your arms, looking behind you to see Richie laying flat on his ass, his glasses askew. You winced before you caught sight of a giant rock near his foot and quickly made a grab for it.

Your glare stretches across the stream, settling on the leader of the bigoted pack. You kissed the rock as you met his eye, a devilish smirk stretching across your face as you wound up. Bowers was scrambling for ammo but you had already released. The rock found its target with a satisfying ‘thunk’ leaving Bowers on his ass clutching his bleeding nose. He pulls his hand away, gaping at the overwhelming amount of blood that had already painted his hand before locking eyes with you.

“KISS MY ASS, HENRY!” You hollered with a triumphant smile. “YOU TWISTED FUCK!”

“What the fuck?” Belch and Victor began scrambling back, looking around desperately for rocks of their own.

The Losers spared wide eyed glances your direction as they unleashed a storm of rocks on the now deeply unsettled Bowers gang. Bill was the only one who hesitated, his wide blue eyes frozen on you when you turned to give him a smirk. You had been looking for ammo and it seemed he had the perfect one. You cocked a brow, your devilish smirk still dominating your face as you gestured to the stone in his hand.

“You gonna use that, Billy Boy?”

You threw a few quick glances across the barrens making sure your weren’t gonna get hit. Luckily morale seemed to be growing scarce over there.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t completely gone.

“Ow,” Bill hissed, right hand clutching his left shoulder. “F-f-uck.”

Your head whipped around on your shoulders again to see Victor Criss’s upper lip twitching into a satisfied smile as he looked at Bill. You returned your attention to your boyfriend and the rock he held out for you.

“Let me,” you seethed.

You snatched the rock up, stomping forward with a wild glare in your eyes that was enough to intimidate the bleach blonde. Victor was already on his heels and running, but you weren’t letting him get away that easy. You threw with all your might and watched with pride as it soared through the air and hit him directly on the spine that was poking through his back. He cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, his chin meeting the very rock bed that fueled the fight.

“EAT SHIT,” You spit. “YOU LACKEY ASS FUCK!”

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“Turn it off!” Beverly cried. “TURN IT OFF!”

The projector in Bill’s garage had quickly turned into It’s stage as It put on a horrific display for you and the rest of your friends. What was just once pictures of Derry, suddenly turned into pictures of Bill’s family - you missed Georgie terribly, having grown so close with him the year before he died when you and Bill first got together. And now you were all staring death in the eyes as It manipulated the very air in the room around you. Every click of the projector put you on edge, the stroking effect and of course the child eating clown tormenting you all.

It was hard to process your own thoughts as they were quickly drowning in everyone’s screams and your own fears. You clutched Bill tightly to your side, your arms linked and your fingers stitched together. Everything was moving so incredibly fast it was near impossible to process until you realized you weren’t holding Bill’s hand anymore.

“Y-Y/n!” He cried, tugging at the back of your shirt before it slips from his grip. “Y/N!”

Mike had already unplugged the projector, that much you knew. But you were fucking desperate. You lunged for the projector, gripping it tightly as you held it high above your head. With a guttural scream, you threw it as hard as you possibly could into the cement floor. It broke instantly into several unidentifiable pieces, the room now completely dark and eerily silent.

Heaving, you finally look up to meet your friends faces. Each of them were gaping at you, an expression they seemed to always be wearing around you.

“Well,” you say finally. “I think it’s safe to say we found It.”

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“How hard is it,” you seethed, your voice growing in volume. “to NOT wander off? In a FUCKING HAUNTED HOUSE?!”

You took all your anger and fear out on the door Richie was being held in. Your elbows were practically glued to the surface while your fists and forearms repeatedly pounded on the door. First Eddie, now Richie. You swear, these idiots had to me smarter than this.

“Richie!” Bill joined your side, pounding on the door that had closed all on its own.

“RICHARD!” You pounded on the door again, your anger turning to pure fear that was now stinging your throat and eyes as tears began to well. “This is not fucking funny, open the goddamn door asshole!”

Your hand wraps around the doorknob again, and you shake the handle, jostling it around in hopes something will cave. When the door flew open, you didn’t know whether to chalk it up to luck, skill, or it was all still part of It’s torment but you didn’t care. Richie was alive, and tumbled into your and Bill’s grip.

“Richie!” You hugged the boy tightly, then pulled away with your signature glare. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?”

“N-n-no t-time,” Bill says, looking between you and Richie with determination in his eyes. “L-let’s get outta here.”

A muted thump answered before you could. You, Richie and Bill all looked to the source of the noise to see the moth-eaten mattress from earlier was now shifting by itself. It looked as if it was filled with jumping beans. A melon sized lump grew in the center before the fabric split to reveal the disheveled and muddied up head of your friend.

He smiles at your twisted expressions. “Wanna play loogie?”

Your reflexes are faster than your thought process and you run forward. Just as a strange black goo starts to spill from fake Eddie’s mouth, your leg was swinging through the air. Your left foot connected with the left side of his jaw, narrowly missing the sizzling black ink and Eddie’s head popped off his body as you put it across the room.

It sails through the air, his greasy hair catching several cobwebs as it spins. Specks of the goo go flying landing on the walls and ceiling before the small head collides with a disturbing ‘thunk’.

“What the fuck?!”

“Holy shit,”

Eddie’s head lands in the far corner of the room where it rolls back and forth on his right ear before settling. He was groaning as if all the spinning had made him dizzy. The ooze of black goo came out even faster as if he were ralphing, and it was now pooling across the floor and inching towards their feed.

“Oh, that’s fucking GROSS!” Richie looks quickly to you. “And now you made him angry!”

“At least I did something!”

“Guys,” Bill pleads. “C-come on,”

The pool of black tar is spreading fast and you and Richie don’t have to think twice to listen to Bill. You all turn on your heel, only to find three doors instead of one.

Very Scary, Scary, and Not Scary At All.

Not Scary At All was the winner, Bill and Richie quickly decide. And despite your protest that it was all clearly a trick and the doors were misnomers, they opened the Not Scary At All.

“Where’s My Shoe?”

The light was turned on to reveal the severed body of Betty Ripsom and you had promptly decided you had had more than enough.

“WHERE THE FUCK WERE HER LEGS?!” Richie cried.

“I’ve got a guess but I’m not sticking around to find out.” You growled.

You cast a glance behind you to see the tar had eaten up most of the floor, giving you little room to do what you wanted. Luckily, you didn’t need much. You took a few steps back and looked at the door in the center, your eyes settling deep into the crimson letters spelling “scary.” You were certainly glad you realized when you did that unlike the door that held Richie hostage, this one could easily be broken down from where you stood.

You sighed. “I have to do everything.”

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“WELCOME TO THE LOSERS CLUB, ASSHOLE!”

Richie’s bat swung through the air and knocked the clown back. Pennywise quickly recovered and lunged for the nearest target with a disgusting growl. You quickly scrambled for a weapon as Mike stepped up to bat. He threw the fence iron rod at the monster but it was stopped midair when It’s jaw unhinged and out came several charred arms holding it in place. More and more reached out from inside It’s throat and made a grab at Mike who was fighting back the force of all the arms.

You never happier to have been too slow to save your friend when you saw Stanley pick up one of several spare iron rods off the ground. With a brave determination, he launched forward with a fierce battle cry as his torch came down on the branch of arms that now recoiled, saving Mike. It stumbled back, the charred arms slinking back into its mouth and disappearing and Pennywise stumbles again when Richie kicks It forward and away from him. Unfortunately that brought It right to Stanley.

“Stan, watch out!” Bill cries from your side.

But it’s too late, It’s head had already changed to the same horribly contorted lady that had you had already found attacking your friend. Only this time it was still wearing It’s clown suit, and it was racing straight for Stan.

“Stan!” You cried, already running forward after him only to stop second later.

Yet again Stanley roared, striking the clown across the face with the most furious look you had ever seen on him. Despite the horrifying circumstances, you were quite proud. You quickly fell back into line, ready to fight with the others and you smiled yet again when Mike followed up Stan’s strike with a devastating blow of his own.

The small moment of victory was soon cut short - a pattern you were currently getting used to - when a pair of red tentacles-turned-crab-claws pulled Mike to the ground.

“Mike!” Eddie shrieked.

Mike was able to barrel roll to safety as as It advanced on him. The end of each gigantic claw striking the earth and narrowly missing him and you and your friends quickly followed not knowing what to do. You couldn’t watch it anymore, and you hated yourself for what you were about to do but you knew you would simply never forgive yourself if you lost Mike, or any of your friends.

For what Bill wished was the first time of the summer, he felt you leave his side as you charged headlong into danger. Another guttural scream left you as you hurled yourself onto It’s back, your iron spike in front of It’s neck, both hands on either side of the rod and you pulled as hard as you could.

Pennywise’s disturbing, maniacal laughter grew even scarier, something you didn’t think was possible as he began to suffocate. You let yourself drop back down to the ground, your grip still tight on your weapon as you used your position to pull It down to the ground. It was still laughing through chocked breathes but it had done what you hoped, and stopped, Mike had gotten to safety with the Losers.

And for one glorious moment you felt indestructible. Until you saw it shift before you’re very eyes and your eyes widened, as did the eyes of your friends and Bill. It’s complete figure changed, starting with It’s head. You and the Losers no longer saw a painted lady, a mummy, a horrible memory, an abusive father, or even a late little brother. But they saw you, their friend Y/n, cowering and crying under the iron rod that pinned you to the ground by the neck.

“Please,” It whimpered, bottom lip quivering horribly. “Please don’t. I don’t wanna die.”

The real you was staring at the sight of yourself, the real fake you that you always tried so hard to push down. You knew it was Pennywise, but it was enough to make you choke completely. You were always so confident, and you were good at sticking up for yourself and the rest of the Losers. At least that’s all they ever saw, that’s all you ever let them see. Deep down you were terrified, and much more than that you were terrified that your own fear would get in the way of protecting your loved ones.

Like now.

“Y/n?” Bill’s soft voice called out to you, breaking you from your spell.

You look down at your blubbering face, tears streaking down your cheeks as you begged yourself for mercy. Several pleas leaving your lips when finally you pulled the rod back. Your eyelids flicker open, gazing back up at you and watch your every move cowering.

“Y/n?” Ben asks.

You don’t answer, you just straighten, your demon double cowering beneath you and it only angers you more to know none of this is It’s own fear. It was yours. It was mocking you.

Which was pretty stupid, considering you still had the spike.

You bare your teeth as you summon your strength, throwing the end of the spike into the ground, going right through your throat.

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You watched with head on Bill’s shoulder as another drop of blood from your palm fell onto the grass. You were trying to think about anything but the pain, and with everything you had faced this summer, you certainly had the pick of the litter.

“It feels different now,” you say, voice quiet. “And not just cause It’s gone, ya know?”

You even hate to let yourself believe that, but for the sake of your sanity and the chance of every getting another night’s sleep you’d have to believe it. And knowing Bill as long as you did, you know he felt it too.

You pick your head up off his shoulder and look to his gaze break away from the hills in the distance to meet your eyes. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, and you know for sure he’s thinking it too. Beverly was leaving for Portland, Stan said he heard whispers from his parents that they might be moving and that was all on top of the heavy weight of your guys’ trauma that had already begun to drain everyone.

“A-a-at least we-we’ve got each o-other,”

You smiled, nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Big sap,” you chuckled.

He smiled a little, enjoying the small moment between the two of you. But it disappears when his mind returns to image that had been replaying in his mind nonstop since Neibolt. The image of your cowering form that bothered you so much. He had never seen you - the real you, that was being confronted, that is - so distraught. He gulps, gathering his strength.

“W-what made you s-see that?” He asks.

You don’t answer for a long moment, and Bill fears he’s upset you. Or confused you, but he doubts that is the case. Finally, you look up at him, and lick your lips nervously.

“I’m scared Bill,” you croaked, heart pounding wildly at the admission. “I’m always worrying about you, I’m always worrying about Richie, Mike, Eddie, Stanley, Bev, and Ben. I’m always worried something is going to happen. I’m always scared something’s gonna happen to the ones I love, and I get scared that I’m not gonna be enough to protect them.”

You take a deep breath, swallowing all the air you lost in your unintentional rant. Somewhere during your confession, your gaze broke away from Bill’s gaze and now here you were afraid to even look him in the eye.

There’s another silence that Bill finally ends after a small thoughtful moment.

“It’s okay to be scared, Y/n,” he says, pulling your eyes to him. “I-I-It’s part of being h-human.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying your best to banish the image of your cowardly form from your mind. Suddenly the sting of your cut didn’t hurt so bad.

You looked back into Bill’s soft eyes, and shrugged.

“I know, but it doesn’t make me feel too great either.”

He nudged you again with a charming smile.

“Well, y-you’re still a badass. Y-You’re always s-standing up for us,”

You chuckled weakly, sending him a smirk.

“That’s the easy part,” you say. “It’s looking out for myself that’s harder.”

“T-t-tell ya what?” You raise a brow at his sudden demeanor. “I’ll be t-the b-b-badass lookin out for you,”

You laughed, leaning in and giving him a lingering kiss that turned his cheeks absolutely scarlet.

You smiled when you saw this. “Thanks Billy Boy. Appreciate it. But I’d still like to work on myself a bit, ya know?”

He smiles again, this time triumphantly. “Deal.”

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j0elmill3r · 4 years

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Teenage Kicks

Anonymous asked:

Chris finds out that his daughter and Jaeden are active and freaks out but then calms down making sure they are using protection and stuff etc.

Warnings; a couple of swear words, none other than that?

word count: 1.6k

A/N; Jaeden and reader are both 18 in this! Also, this is low-key super short, but I really enjoyed writing it! Thank you all for your amazing requests, I love them all! I hope the anon who requested this enjoys!

Chris Evans Masterlist

Chris looked around your room for a charger, he had left his back at the hotel in New York and desperately needed to charge his phone. He had reluctantly let Jaeden stay over with you, thanks to the incessant begging you had put him through. Your room was oddly clean, everything had been put away and your bed-sheets had been changed. You were both 18 and Chris knew he would have to let you be an adult at some point, but he wasn't sure he was ready for it quite yet. As he found your charger, a blue box tucked under your bed caught his attention. Now, Chris wasn't sure he wanted to know what was in the blue box, but his curiosity got the better of him and he pulled it out.

"Oh," He said out loud.

It was a box of condoms. What made it worse was that there weren't many left in the box. Panic started to go off in Chris' head, what the fuck? To him, you were still the tiny little baby girl that cried when he left you for anymore than two minutes, you weren't a grown up 18-year-old who had a boyfriend. What made it even more awkward was that while you were Chris' actual baby, Jae was playing his baby, it felt weird. How was he supposed to talk to you both about this? The very thought made him shudder. Chris put the box back where he had got it from and went to get the item he had initially went to get. He unplugged your charger and then took it downstairs to plug it into one of the sockets in the living room, then he sat down on the couch and waited for you and Jaeden to get home. In the meantime, he decided to call his mom, the only person who he knew could calm him down and get him to think rationally.

"Hi, ma," He said. "I need to ask you a question."

"Nice to hear from you too, Chris," She hummed, laughing at Chris. "What's your question?" She asked him.

"Well, I might have been looking for a charger in Y/N's room and I might have found a box of condoms under her bed," He said. "I need to talk to them about it, right? I can't just walk around knowing that my real baby is having sex with my fake baby!" He exclaimed. Your grandma laughed.

"Chris, they're both 18. You should be thankful that they're using them," She said. Chris groaned. "You don't need to go all protective on her, Chris. She's a big girl and she can make her own decisions." Lisa reminded him.

"But I don't want her to be a big girl," Chris whined.

"Christopher, just talk to your daughter and her boyfriend. Just say whatever feels right, I had to do the exact same thing you're about to do 4 times, do you think it got any easier?" She asked him rhetorically. Chris huffed out. "Now, it's gonna be hard, but she's growing up, Chris, you have to be prepared for that."

"I know, I know. I don't think I was prepared for this so soon though," He said. Chris talked to his mom for another few minutes before he heard your car pull up and go into park, and then two doors shut. Chris had been stood in the living room, waiting for you both to get home. He threw his phone down on the couch before walking over to the hallway to greet you. Jaeden closed the door behind him and Chris laughed as you kept talking to Jae, not noticing your dad standing in the hallway.

"And I told him that we-oh, dad! You're home!" You said, walking over to your dad and hugging him. Chris smiled and returned the hug, remembering how happy you always were when you saw him. "How was your trip?" You asked him.

"It was alright. But I think we have to talk," Chris said, looking at both you and Jaeden. You both looked at each other, concerned glances on your faces. "You're not in trouble or anything, we just need to talk." He assured you. You and Jaeden followed your dad into the living room, where Dodger was lying on his bed, his head resting on the new toy you had recently bought for him. You and Jaeden sat on the same armchair, sitting against each other while your dad sat on the couch.

"I think it's the talk," Jaeden whispered to you, his eyes reading a feeling of fear. Your face turned red and you groaned.

"I'm not mad, I promise. If anything I'm happy you're being safe about it," Your dad said. "You're both adults, you're being safe. Just...make sure you always use them." He said, sighing.

"Of course we do, dad. We aren't stupid," You said, giving your dad a glare. Chris put his hands up in defence.

"I never said that you were, you're smarter than I was at your age," He joked, making you both laugh. "Do you still take the pill, Y/N?" He asked you. You nodded.

"Yeah," You answered. "Wait, how did you find out?" You asked him, the realization of you not telling him or telling him where you hid them hit you. Chris froze for a second. "Where you in my room?!" You yelled. Jaeden pulled you back as you nearly fell.

"I was looking for something!" Chris said innocently. "And plus, your room was way to clean, I mean, you changed your sheets, most times I still have to change your sheets for you!" He said. Jaeden raised his hand and coughed.

"I actually changed Y/N's sheets, she ended up inside of the duvet cover and started crying because she couldn't see," He said. You turned around to give him a face of feigned offence. "You were adorable." Jae said, giving you a grin.

"I was panicking," You excused yourself. "I still can't believe you went into my room." You said, crossing your arms over your chest and looking over at your dad.

"You can't believe I went into your room? I can't believe I found condoms of all things in your room," He said.

"Could've been worse," You mumbled. Chris looked at you with sheer confusion on his face, he couldn't comprehend what was going on, was there something else you were hiding in your room?

"What could possibly worse than that?" He asked you.

"Drugs,"

"A dead body," You and Jaeden both gave very valid answers. Chris sighed and shook his head, standing up from the couch.

"At least both of those things leaves a little to the imagination," Your dad said. You screwed your face up and put your head back on Jaeden's shoulder. "If you two are planning to do anything, please keep it to the confines of Y/N's room and preferably when I'm not here, I have to live here too!" He called from the kitchen, presumably opening a beer. By the time he came out of the kitchen, you and Jaeden had gone upstairs.

It had been 3 hours since Chris had seen either you or Jaeden, you had come down to get you both a drink, but that had been it. It was unusually quiet, you usually had your speaker up really loud and Chris would be listening to whatever you were, but there was only sound coming from your TV, which your dad could only hear as he walked upstairs to your room. Chris was fearing what he was going to see as he nudged your already open door. Relief flooded him, you were asleep, clinging to Jaeden who was watching a movie that you were clearly interested in. Jae noticed your dad and paused the movie, then nudging you awake.

"Y/N, babe, wake up," He said. You groaned as you almost rolled off of your bed, only saved by your dad's quick reflexes.

"You gotta be careful, honey, we don't want you messing up that pretty face," He said, pushing you back onto your bed. "You shouldn't have woken her up, I was only coming up to check on you guys." Chris said. "I think she's back asleep," Jaeden said, both he and Chris knew you would start screaming at one of them if you were fully awake. "Yeah, she's out."

"Okay, I'll leave you two. The door stays open," Chris said as he left. Jaeden nodded as he moved you back to how you were before. You put your arms around Jae's torso, using him as your own personal pillow. Jaeden laughed, but you weren't a fan of the vibrations you felt, so you pinched his arm.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?" He asked you. A sleepy grin formed on your face.

"Don't wake me up and I won't," You grumbled, moving so you were sitting on Jae's lap, your head on his shoulder and your arms around him. Jaeden chuckled.

"You're lucky I love you, Evans,"

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 4 years

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That’s Our Boy

Fandom: Actor RPF, American Actor RPF, US RPF, Defending Jacob

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Characters: Chris Evans, Reader, You, OFC, Jaeden Martell

Word Count: 1299 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Chris and Reader become parents

Tags/ Warnings: Admitting Feelings, Fluff, Defending Jacob, Parenting, Friendships, Flirting,

Notes: updated 9/22

Requested by @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru: I was thinking of something like being in the set (of Defending Jacob) or just hanging around with Chris Evans and Jaeden Martell (I consider him as my kiddo since the first moment I saw him so😅)And that particular phrase "You may technically be an adult,but you're still my child" applies perfectly 🤭😄And there may be a spark between the reader and Evans...🤔

‘Are you guys okay to wait a little bit more? It’s gonna take longer to reset than we thought?’ the assistant director said popping their head around the door of the trailer. ‘No problem,’ Chris said smiling at him and then at me who was sitting on the other end of the couch. ‘Yeah no bother,’ I said. ‘Great,’ she said before ducking back out onto the set.

We were sitting in the trailer which had been pitched on an empty lot next to the on-location set we were currently using for Defending Jacob. Not wanting to haul everything to an on-location set we were stuck with one trailer for everyone, though it was quite large. Chris and I had become close friends since we started to film this series. Our fake marriage meant we were together on set a lot and therefore got to hang out for large chunks of the day when filming was down. Like now, for instance, we were waiting for the crew to be ready once more by sitting in the trailer playing go fish.

Chris was sitting at one end of the couch whilst I was laying down, my legs draped across his knees which he occasionally placed his hand on without thought.

‘Got any twos?’ I asked assessing my cards. ‘Go fish,’ he smirked, ‘Got any fours?’ ‘Ugh,’ I sighed handing over a pair of fours. Chris fist pumped the air and grabbed them off of me putting them with his pair and placing them in his ever-growing pile. I nudged him with my foot which only made him smugger. ‘Don’t hate the player, hate the game,’ he said. ‘Oh shut up,’ I said, trying to hide my smirk.

As we continued to play there was a rattle on the metal steps as Jaeden, our show child entered the trailer and flopped down on the armchair with a sigh. He plucked his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through it, his face slumped in a frown. Chris and I looked at him and then at each other with suspicion. Over our time on set we had become quite the little unit. Chris and I were very good friends by now but we had also befriended Jaeden who played our son. He was 17 and though he wasn’t a complete child we found ourselves becoming his friend with a hint of parental supervision. This happened to Chris more than I as his role was a lot about being a parent and defender of his child.

‘You alright bud?’ Chris said placing his cards down in the gap between my legs and his abdomen. ‘Mmmhmm,’ Jaeden grunted continuing to scroll through his phone. ‘Sounds like it,’ I chimed in reaching out to knock his phone slightly causing him to look up with a scowl, ‘come on. What’s up?’ ‘It’s nothing,’ he said. ‘Well it’s got you in a mood so it’s not nothing,’ I said. ‘Yeah, I’m not filming any scenes with you in a huff,’ Chris joked. ‘It’s nothing. It’s just...girl stuff,’ he said. His words caused a flurry of pink to flush across his cheeks before he buried his head back in his phone

‘Ah,’ Chris said as we exchanged bemused glances. Chris gestured for me to move my legs and I slid them off his knees begrudgingly before tucking them under myself as Chris sidled up towards me coming to sit at my side. ‘Alright then,’ he said, ‘spill your guts.’ ‘I’m not telling you,’ Jaeden baulked as if the idea was ludicrous. ‘Oh come on,’ I said, ‘you never know we might actually be able to help.' ‘Believe it or not, we actually know a little bit about dating and being a teenager,’ Chris said. ‘This isn’t the same as back in your day. We don’t talk to each other on dial-up internet and landline phones,’ he said. ‘Hey, you may technically be an adult, but you're still my child. Now come on, tell your parents what’s going on,’ Chris joked. ‘Yeah and just FYI you can’t use a phone and dial-up internet at the same time,’ I chipped in. ‘Not helping,’ Chris said, ‘come on Jaeden we can help.’ ‘How do you expect to help when the two of you have been dancing around each other for the past three months when it’s obvious to everyone that you’re into one another? I’m supposed to take your advice on how to tell a girl I like her? Yeah right,’ he said getting up and exiting the trailer leaving Chris and me looking at each other nervously.

Before we could say anything the assistant director appeared at the door and beckoned us back to the set. It was an excruciatingly long scene. We took a few takes and then we were dismissed for another resetting. As I went to walk back to the trailer I felt a hand on mine, leading me away. It was Chris.

‘Where are we going?’ I whispered as if we were doing something scandalous.

‘Don’t worry they said we’re gonna be down for ages. I thought we could take a walk,’ he said. We strolled in comfortable silence for five minutes until we were finally away from the set and everyone else. ‘Chris-’ I started but he cut me off. ‘Jaeden was right,’ he said. ‘What?!’ I said. ‘He’s right. I like you and I’m pretty sure you like me too. We’ve had such a good time on this show and I was getting worried that we only liked each other because we’re a fake married couple or something-’ ‘Believe it or not, I’m attracted to you not your character,’ I said, ‘you’re amazing...I just didn’t think you liked me the same.’ ‘How can I not?’ he said stopping on the sidewalk. I stopped too and we watched each other silently. Before I could say anything Chris leaned down, tipped my chin towards him and placed a tender kiss on my lips. I kissed him back reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck pulling him towards me. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest as I was flooded with pent-up emotions.

As we broke away I started to giggle. I couldn’t believe we had waited this long. ‘Can you believe a 17-year-old got us together?’ I said. ‘I really can’t,’ he said, ‘I guess we should return him the favour.’ ‘It’s only fair,’ I said taking him by the hand and turning us around to walk us back to the lot.

As we returned I spotted Jaeden scrolling through his phone and sulking on the kerb of the parking lot. I nudged Chris to alert him to the boy and he looked at me and smiled before letting go of my hand to go and talk to him. They sat there for a good ten minutes before they both looked up at me and I waved, knowing they were talking about our new revelation. Jaeden broke into a smile and their conversation became a lot more animated after that. Eventually, Jaeden was called to film and Chris came to me and pulled me in for a hug. ‘How did it go?’ I said as we walked back to the trailer. ‘Good, I’ve talked him through asking her out,’ he said, ‘I think he’s got a shot.’ ‘That’s our boy,’ I joked making Chris chuckle.

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somebodytolovesx · 4 years

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Believer - Bill Denbrough

Warnings - Almost smut, alluding. I am not sexualising children, this is imagined to be their adult counterparts.

Summary - Bill Denbrough and Y/N Y/L/N have both been scarred and pained.

Bill Denbrough and Y/N Y/L/N laid in the living room, on the sofa, of the house that she had grown up in as a child in Derry, it had been long abandoned since her parents moved away to Atlanta and took her with them and nobody had dared to live there since a kid named Jerry Springsteen from Y/N’s math class had made the cruel joke that Y/N had died and that’s really why her parents moved away. The joke had caught on like a bad cough and made other kids start to conspire that the house was haunted, even the parents that weren’t gullible enough to believe it started to believe it. How Y/N Y/L/N had found out of the insensitive, hilarious rumour that made her lie on her back for an hour and laugh until she cried was through the monthly letter that Beverly, Ben, Richie, Mike, Eddie, Stan and Bill sent to her from Derry. They had guessed that after what happened during the summer before, everyone started to believe in ghouls and goblins and started to not brush superstitions and ticks of paranoia away with a scoff but instead listen to them, Y/N wrote back saying they had every right too and that the story could have been true if she didn’t have them there with her for that summer.

She still held onto the key for the front door of her abandoned house for a reason that she couldn’t tell herself, she had felt the urge to keep it on her instead of loosing it, it had felt like something had compelled her too. She spent many hours always wondering what the key was for in her late teenage life and throughout her adult life and came to the conclusion that it was a spare for the back or front door or for the garage. But when her feet landed on Derry concrete, her mind knew not quite why - that was still a mystery slowly unraveling - but for what and where like a map on the back of her hand and an answer on a school quiz.

She and Bill Denbrough had come back after so many years to that house where they had spent countless afternoons of their childhood summers running around in the back garden chasing each other with water guns or building boats and castles out of cardboard boxes and now they stood there twenty seven years later, all grown up. Bill with his hair that had a grey streak running through the front of it and more muscles on his arms and Y/N with her shorter hair and the body of a woman instead of a little girl but neither of them had truly changed, they were still the people they were at one time best friends with, only now they worried about insurance taxes and work and getting old when things in their body stopped ticking.

They hadn’t a good reason for coming back to the house but they had.

Y/N had the door unlocked with her key although the doorknob had rusted and wasn’t as agile as it had been when she last unlocked it, she had to rattle the key in there and shove herself against the door for it to open. Some of the furniture had been left behind, the stuff they wanted to get replacements of that would go with the theme her mother wanted each room of their new house to have, the house itself smelt of staleness and mouldy dust. There was cobwebs strung across walls, doorways, in corners and crevices that piled up on top of each other, it was eerily still and quiet. The house seemed to be haunted with bad spirits now yet every step and corner there were good memories made wether it was with her brother, her parents or with her best friends.

Bill walked close to Y/N and followed her footsteps through to her old living room on the right of the hallway, an old part of him had expected Y/N’s parents to be in there watching the television and reading the newspaper with a pack of biscuits open but they were long since gone. When Y/N had told Bill of the unfortunate news of both of her parents passing in the last four years, it had saddened him as much as it saddened Y/N when she remembered them now; they were always an open home to Bill Denbrough and welcomed him as one of their own once they got to know him, some of the best people in town that he knew.

They wondered into the living room as if it was someone else’s house and they had just been invited in, the only things left of when Y/N lived there was the mantelpiece above the fireplace and the tattered, blue sofa with holes in the cushions from lit cigarettes, Y/N’s fingers traced over them and dipped into one.

“This is richie’s, definitely” Y/N laughed. She had remembered when they were all round her house for the afternoon whilst her parents were doing the weekly grocery store shop down on Maine Street one day during the summer break, Y/N’s parents being out of the house had meant that as long as the windows were opened that Richie and Bev could smoke. Bev pulled a cigarette out from the box hidden away in the pocket of her shorts, Richie pulled one out of the box in the top pocket of his Hawaiin tee shirt and had punched Stanley in the shoulder when Stan had told him that stealing from his fathers cigarette stash was not ethicle and would end up with him six foot under whenever he found out. The cigarette dropped from in between Richie’s fingers and sizzled and hissed right through the thin material. At the time it gave Y/N a coronary and she had a go at Richie for it but she laughed now and would have to tell him about it later.

The floarboards beneath creaked now more than ever as Bill moved from the doorway and into the middle of the room. The curtains had been taken down and taken with them to Atlanta and the curtain pole was still fixed into the wall but the windows were too dust covered to see out of and in through, cobwebs stringed over them and the stormy weather darkened the room.

“The amount of time we’d spend in here was horrific” Bill laughed and brushed his fingers along the mantelpiece, collecting a cover of grey dust over the pads of his fingertips. Y/N smiled and took slow steps, taking her time to re-live a part of her dear childhood, towards the doorway of the living room.

She turned the corner at the end of the hallway and walked into the kitchen, the Linoleum on the floor still smelt like the crayons she used to draw with in school and the light that never quite was bright enough when Y/N’s family were having their dinner was still hanging up in the ceiling in all of it’s wonky glory. The countertop with cupboards above it that once were filled with glasses, plates and bowls still lined half of the room and the hidden away stove behind one of the wooden cupboards was still hidden. Y/N always used the hidden stove as a magic trick whenever someone new came round the house as hazardous as it was.

“Oh god, this kitchen” Bill grinned, his eyes were wide with astonishment.

“What?” Y/N laughed and shifted her hands into the front pockets of her jeans.

“Too many times where we’d make stuff and it nearly poisoned us...but it was fun” He said. He had remembered everything in that house, all of the concoctions they made with different foods and juices and spices they found in her parents cupboards and fridges, only a few of the seven of them were stupid - or brave - enough to digest them.

There was a chair in the corner of the room that used to be used for dinner guests to sit at if Y/N’s brother had his friends over, if Y/N had friends over like Bill had been so many times or even Bev or Mike had been, if family were visiting and chosen to stay for dinner. The wicker chair had been dragged over to the middle of the room by the back of it and Bill had sat down on it, he leant back and rubbed his hands along his trousers, taking a deep breath to take all of it in.

“The others should be here” Y/N said not because she hadn’t wanted to be alone with the boy - who is very much now a man - all of the Loser’s Club had idolised everyday but because it was still one of the few places in town that was still theirs twenty-seven years later and it was safe, she wanted them to be safe with her and Bill there.

“Stanley wouldn’t come in, you know it” Bill looked up at her through his eyelashes.

“I don’t think I could blame him for it” Y/N spoke as someone who had known him well, he was the person who toughened Y/N up with his blunt execution and sarcastic default. Who knows? In a parallel universe they could have been lovers and perhaps it would have been more than platonic. Perhaps.

There was a pause of silence where both of them realised they hadn’t spoken about Stanley Uris for a lifetime. The closest Bill had to Stanley Uris being a name on his tongue had been the day he sat down to start outlining an idea for a new novel, the idea was there in front of him and he seized it during the middle of the night when he woke from a bad dream in fear that it would not be there in the morning when he woke again. He was able to build the plot with ease and the ink seemed to flow through his veins, what he wanted to write about had translated to be so raw and terrifying, too real that he had to pause, pause, pause then go back to it. The characters he built were already there in his mind waiting for him, they were all so different in traits and personality but he knew that they would fit on the same page and when he looked back it now, it made sense. The closest Bill Denbrough had been to Stanley Uris since they were children was when he wrote his books.

“All these years and we’re still apart of his circus.” Bill muttered with a matter of frustration, he pushed the hair that had fallen in front of his face back and blew the air from his lungs outwards. Y/N had soon realised they were not talking about Stanley Uris although she wished they had stayed on that conversation for longer.

“We’ll do it this time, Bill.” Y/N reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, it was the only thing that she thought she could say in that exact moment. She prayed on every lucky star that she had spoke the truth and wouldn’t let Big Bill down.

“I thought when I left Derry and started to forget everything that it was getting better, there were no more dreams, I thought all of it had gone, I thought I had grown up and I’m back now... and now, everything is here.” Bill Denbrough had spoken.

Y/N’s hand rubbed up and down his shoulder and down to his forearm then back up again. He looked up and saw her dewy-eyed gaze, it made the Y/E/C colour deeper, Bill Denbrough had begun to swim in them and tried to shamelessly read what they were really telling him: ‘we were too young for all of that to ever happen Big Bill, I miss those days when we were kids’ or maybe that was just how he felt or wanted, hoped Y/N to feel.

Y/N’s eyes had only become more beautiful to Bill, he remembered how he used to worship them with every chance she gave him too and when she wasn’t looking, he would pray that she never looked over at him so he could look at the Y/E/C of them until it was all that he was seeing. Oh, the way Y/N’s eyes gleamed under the sun and the darker parts spiralled around the lighter tones, Bill fell in love with them and wanted to spend the rest of his life with them in his vision. He though they were much better than his green eyes and if they were to grow up and have kids one day once they were out of Derry, they would have the most gorgeous eyes if they were Y/N’s colour and shape. Looking back at so many summers ago, Bill Denbrough worshipped the ground Y/N walked on and wanted to kiss and bring his fingers down, over every part of her sun-kissed skin, he didn’t see it as a waste of his quick-passing time even now and would do anything gladly to be that fourteen year old boy again.

A shudder ran down Y/N’s back - oh how Bill had wanted to kiss all the way down her back from her shoulders so long ago - and a breath came past her lips that trembled. Y/N ran her hand down her thigh, the denim was smoothe but coarse under her fingers, she looked at her hand instead of how Bill was looking up at her, If she had kept her head up she would have forgotten how to function with normality. All of the things that had scared her evaporated and a new fear replaced that one, it bloomed like a flower on a warm day in spring, she hadn’t known what Bill was thinking of but she knew she was thinking about him in a way that she hadn’t since she was fourteen years old, it made all the pain of Derry seem so small and far behind. She enjoyed the fear he was making her feel it was new and different to the fear she had been conditioned to feel ever since a young age and there was such a beauty within it.

He took Y/N’s hand, warm and delicate, from his shoulder and held it in his own, when he stood from the chair there left an inch between them.

“You’re still mine” Bill spoke. He took his fingers over Y/N’s hand and brought them to his stomach, he pressed them against his warm skin and trailed her fingers down to the belt of his jeans. “I need to hear you say it, Y/N”.

She watched him move her hand over his belt from his stomach, her eyes followed the veins on the back of his hand to all the way up his forearm. It was not how she used to imagine Bill but it was more in it’s own way, the Bill that stood at five foot four and’s stutter was out of his control was a different person to the Bill that stood at six foot one and knew what he wanted. Y/N didn’t want to realise how vulnerable she was in front of him, she wanted to be with him in that moment and not think of when they would get another chance to be together as one, she wanted to feel every moment of the chance she had gotten then.

“I’m still yours Bill” Y/N muttered. Her hands grabbed at the buckle of his belt and un-looped it, she pulled it through the denim loops and let it drop onto the linoleum floor.

He stepped out of his jeans and walked Y/N backwards until she was pressed between his body and the countertop, she could feel the warmth of his breath so close on her lips. Bill Denbrough’s hand grabbed at the skin on her thigh and kneaded it, his fingers moved up her to her hip and grabbed it then up to her waist and caressed the skin there, he felt her ribs as he cupped one of her Y/B/S breasts under her blouse.

He had struggled to get her blouse off, tangled his forearms up in the sleeves off it and tore one of the buttons.

He dipped down to kiss Y/N’s lips, she was too focused on him slipping the blouse from her shoulders and onto the floor that what he wanted to show her, he squeezed her jaw and slipped his tongue into her mouth, it was then that she melted into him. She was so sweet and tasted better than the strawberries, raspberries and peaches he had shared with Audra last summer. Audra, his wife, whom he loved so dearly once and after seeing Y/N again could not love again, besides that passing thought, did not stay in his mind, she was so far away.

Y/N was sensitive to every place his lips touched on her, to everywhere his hands wandered over her and Bill Denbrough loved the sincere innocence of it all, it would stay with her until tomorrow morning and the following weeks to come - maybe even months. She felt the bullets ripple straight through her yet did not feel the pain of them and Y/N Y/L/N wanted to cry all at once because she feared that she would only find that in Bill Denbrough.

That afternoon, all of his desires that he carried - unbeknownst- through to adulthood yet that he had only remembered twenty four hours ago had leaped from fiction into a surreal shared moment with the woman whomst he longed for even before he knew it. He had left no part of skin or strand of hair untouched on Y/N Y/L/N and she had kissed him with such tenderness and touched him with so much of a desperation that Bill Denbrough feared his arms wrapped around her were crushing. They stood so close to one another and shared every emotion, thought, subtle notion; they had become the same person in their making of love in the muggy weather that made their bodies stick together.

“I am so much of you as you are of me” Y/N muttered against the crook of Bill’s neck as they laid on the sofa with their bodies naked against one another and arms and legs entangled. They watched the thunderclouds ripen and the lightning strike.

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stenbrough & 17

17. a kiss to distract

Stan has been studying for 5 hours. It was 10:53pm and the library was closing in 7 minutes but Stan needed to finish this chapter. He yawns and hears footsteps behind him, but doesn't register that they belong to Bill until he sits down next to him.

"Th-there you a-ah-are!" Bill says, pulling up a chair next to Stan.

Stan gives a tired smile, "Hi. I'm almost done, just give me a minute. Need to-" He cuts himself off with a yawn.

Bill laughs at this, "Um, I think y-you're don-ne for the night." He reaches for Stans book but Stan pulls it towards him.

"No! Please let me finish his chapter!" He protests.

Bill rolls his eyes and leans forward, kissing Stan on the lips.

Stan wasn't expecting this, but kisses back gladly. He lifts a hand up to Bill's cheek and hums happily, closing his eyes.

Bill takes the opportunity to steal Stans book and put it at the other end of the table. When Stan finally registers this and whines, pulling away, "Hey! I wasn't done!"

"Now you are." Bill stands and takes Stans hands, pulling him up.

Stan rolls his eyes and just kisses Bill again. Another pair of footsteps come up behind them. A cough is heard. Stan turns around and sees Mike standing there, arms crossed.

"I'm gonna have to ask you two to leave. We're closing." Mike says with a chuckle.

"S-sorry, Mikey." Bill blushes.

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Hey! Can I request a jaeden martell x reader where basically their charters are dating on a tv show and they are really really good best friends in real life and they they both go on the Jimmy fallon show and he keeps on asking if they’re dating because everyone thinks they are and when they say no he obvi doesn’t let it go lol and it ends up slipping up that jaeden did/ does have a crush on reader and they maybe end up sharing a kiss in front is Jimmy & audience & stuff😶just an idea i had 😂:)

i love this idea wow, thinking i’m going to put my own little twist on it but i think you’ll still be pleased ;)

just friends

warnings!: suggestive topics, fluff

word count: 2.1k

five

your face was being touched up with powder, the cotton pad dabbing at your nose as the white powder absorbed into any oil your face may have had.

four

you look over at jimmy, this wasn’t your first talk show, but it had been the biggest one with the most following. it was intimidating, you bounced your foot up and down and played with your hands.

three

behavior jaeden had grown to recognize. he knew you better then you knew yourself, your anxiety was worse then you put it out to be. “you ok?” he questioned, “fine, i’m fine” you painted a small smile on your face. but he wasn’t easily fooled.

two

he grabbed one of your hands and rubbed circles into your palm, this sent vibrations of relaxation down your spine.

one

his eyes locked with yours, you swore they were a different color each time you saw them. sometimes more blue, sometimes more green, sometimes dark with mystery, sometimes light and playful.

‘aaand where on air’

you wiped the hand that was interlocked with his off on your dress, it was clammy. the curtain came up fast, and your vision was soon flooded with bright lights and silhouettes of bodies.

making out the faces in the sea of people was impossible, but you knew your friends were out there. they had flown out to see you, a) they could go see new york and b) you were on national television, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

jimmy was talking, you knew that much, but your nerves took over and honestly you weren’t registering a damn thing he was saying. the crowd cheered, you snapped out of your daze.

“and here tonight, we have jaeden martell and y/n l/n from the new HBO tv series: turning tables”

he turned to both of us, and gave everyone time to clap. he tired to speak over the loud hands, moving on with his show, but the crowd made that difficult. eventually the clapping died out and he could continue.

“now, i’ve watched all of the episodes but, for the people who haven’t seen: can you explain what the show is about?” he looked a jaeden, you let go of a breathe you had held in.

“s-sure” jaeden turned to face the audience more, he was soft spoken and shy, so it was important he projected as much as he could.

“turning tables is a teen drama. it’s about families of poverty in the seattle washington area and how they struggle to go to school and work. my character, jennings cooper, is the main protagonist. the show is mainly from his point of view, and how he struggle to support his family.”

jimmy nods and smiles, he looks pleased with his explanation. i’m truth the show wasn’t that simple, he knew that. but, it would take so long to explain.

“and y/n, who do you play?” he knew the answer to this obviously, but you were becoming a crowd favorite. everyone loved your personality, and you were an up-and-coming a list celebrity.

“i play parker marlow, jennings girlfriend” you blushed at this statement, the crowd giggled and ‘ouuu’ed. jimmy rubbed his hands together, getting excited at the upcoming topic of discussion.

“so, your romance on season one was steamy” you thought back to the scenes you did together. all of the kissing, which felt normal at this point. he wasn’t a bad kisser, in fact- you didn’t mind it at all. your romance through the season built up to a sex scene, your mind flashed through the memories of filming it.

filming those scenes isnt half as steamy as you think it is. it’s awkward, you laugh a lot. you had never felt that exposed in your life! however watching it was different, it looked so real, so perfect.

you blurred out your thoughts, mr. fallon still speaking on the subject. “can we expect more -“ jimmy searched for your ship name, it was on the tip of his tongue. the combination of your first names on the show didn’t make an attractive combo. it was either jarker or pennings. your last names matched a little better.

“-carlow” jaeden finished for him. jimmy nodded and smiled “yes- carlow- can we expect more carlow next season?” you both looked at each other and smiled. the writers for the show already had the next four seasons laid out. you knew that carlow was a continuing relationship on the show.

“yes, you should expect more of that sort of content from us” you stated. the people in the crowd had a positive responce to this, the applause lapping until it died out once again.

“right, your characters have so much chemistry in the show. two struggling teens just trying to break even.” jaeden agreed “yes, our characters balance each other out, and being from the same background helps them associate. jennings is kind of a bad boy-as the ladies say- he’s a felon, he steels cars and sells them to counterfeit manufacturers and dealers for money. parker, y/n’s character, has a job at a diner. she shows him the light at the end of the tunnel if he chooses to go down a good path.”

“yes, parker gets jennings a job at the diner with her, and he falls for her sweet disposition even after everything she’s been through” you add.

jimmy licks his lips and pops another question: “so id imagine the chemistry in the show heightens the real life thing?” he cocked an eye brow, the group gasping at the intrusiveness.

“jaeden and i are just friends” you blurt out, your nerves working up again. it was hard, you liked jaeden ever since you had your first kiss with him.

“y-yeah” he stutters, he obviously wasn’t expecting this either “friends” jimmy shakes his head and puts his finger on his lip “recently, you both have been showing a lot of pictures of you two together on social media.”

the audience ‘awwwed’ at the photos that displayed behind you. on the screen, there were pictures of you and him that were on both of your instagrams. you two at gardens, getting food, even watching movies at each other’s houses.

“for just friends, these photos looks intimate , wouldn’t you say” a bunch of ‘yes’’s and ‘mhm’’s came from the crowd as both of your faces became red.

“we’re just best friends, honestly” jaeden laughed nervously, he fixed his hair with his hand has he always does.

“right right- can you tell me when this photo is from?” jimmy asked, the last picture flashing on the screen. it was of you both, you had just filmed your first scene together.

the first scene you filmed together was episode two, he saved you after you fell into ice cold water. it was how the characters met, and it was filmed at a cove on a windy august day.

the picture was a little blurry, but it added character. he had his arm around you, both of your hair soaked, and you share a huge towel. you remember how cold you were, your teeth chattered so rapidly. his hair was stuck to his forehead and more small pieces went up. and your lips were almost purple, half from the makeup, half because you swore that was the coldest water you had ever went in.

“that’s from when we first started filming, it was the first time we met in the show” you recited, re living the memory in your head. you remember jaeden pulling your head into his chest when the wind began blowing. you remember his thumb trying to create friction on your back to make you just a little warm.

“yes yes- you two look so adorable!” jimmy squealed, he was the most teenage-girl-grown-man you had ever met. his hand opened one of the drawers in the faux desk he sat behind, pulling out a small blue camcorder.

the camcorder.

you know how on tv shows, there is special footage? sometimes it’s just behind the scene specials but sometimes- sometimes - it’s footage the actors document when they were just having fun? yeah it was one of those camcorders.

the camcorder was brought in by the two other co hosts wyatt oleff and finn wolfhard (i know this cast is sooo original not really) they played jaedens two best friends on the show. while they weren’t filming, they’d dick around and talk about stupid stuff. you’d never seen what they filmed, but you had been featured quite a few times; their by them pranking you, or invading your personal space.

you looked over at jaeden, you watched his adam’s apple bob and a thin layer of sweat flush over his face. he bounced his leg slightly, a habit he had picked up from you.

“let’s just review our material here” jimmy teased, his tongue darting out between his teeth. the video began to play, the sound was loud; assumingely for jaeden quiet voice in the tape.

the video started with wyatts unsteady hand, him and finn were running around set, they stopped at jaeden, he was playing on his phone in his trailer.

“jaeden wesley we have come for you” finn yelled. you could see jaeden shoot up from his chair. “hey guys” he waved. they talked for around a minute, jokes and all. then finn started to giggle, wyatt zoomed in on jaedens face.

“so jaeden, how’s y/n?” he chuckled, jaeden blushed “she’s ok i guess dunno.” wyatt stopped zooming in when the only thing in frame was jaedens head. “the kiss was good hm?” wyatt asked. jaeden continued to play on his phone, he nodded. “yeah, she’s pretty cute too.”

the video cut to another segment, this was filmed after the sex scene. you knew because jaeden laid on the bed you, in the same underwear that he wore during the scene. the boys were jumping on the bed, and jaeden took the camera and talked to it.

“this is for memory and memory ONLY! h-hey y/nnn” he was talking to the camera like it was you “you’re amazing and cool” you could hear finn explode into laughter as he stole the camera back and started running “yeah! and he wants your babies and loves you so much-“ “SHUT UP FINN!!!” and jaeden chased him around.

the video was taken off the screen. your face had become close to ghostly white. it was weird, it was almost like he was dumb enough to think finn wouldn’t give jimmy this blackmail goldmine. you looked at jaeden, he hit his bottom lip until it was red, he itches his neck and laughed it off.

“yeah ok-ok jimmy, maybe i liked her back in the day” jaeden tried so hard to be casual, but jimmy hit him with a heart stopper: “but mr martell, the last clip was filmed less then a month ago!”

your mind flickered with memories and ideas of him.

your first time meeting, how good his hand felt in yours. when you wiped icecream off his chin, and him dotting icecream on to the top of your nose. the way his hair always fell perfectly above his eye brow. and SHIT how he always smelt so fucking good. how he let you fall asleep in his arms and how he never complained when you put on some stupid romcom and-

“y/n?” jimmy questioned. “huh?” you spaced, come on y/n you gotta stop doing that. “i asked how you felt about all of this.” “well, there isn’t a right word i can use.”

jaeden took this has a bad reaction, he did a small wave to the crowd and stood up to get off the stage.

you stood up, grabbed his hand, and laid one right on him. kissing him felt normal, but now that there was emotion behind it, it just felt so right.

you both stopped for air, the crowd went wild. jimmy was clapping too, you could barley hear them, your heart was pumping throughout your whole body. you swore jaeden could hear it.

after the show, you sat in your dressing room for a bit, contemplating the events of tonight, and how they were all broadcasted for your embarrassment. but it was only the beginning. only the beginning of what was to come for mr. and mrs. jaeden martell.

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