𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬/𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋

Bill Denbrough x reader

Y/n was always a broken child. She was always broken. Ever since y/n was little she would've always been criticized and bullied. Then there was high school. High school had broken her the most. High school boys and parties were the main reason she was broken.

Y/n's body moves up and down to the music. Champagne in her hands. The liquid moved and swirled around as she danced while every now and then taking sips. She was a senior, who was living her best life. Y/n and her friends partied every time they were free. She was living a perfect high school life. She was living a teenage dream that every kid dreamed of. She was popular and a high school sweetheart.

She stopped dead in her track when she saw her childhood friends entered the party. The losers and y/n were complicated. They had used to be friends in middle school and elementary. They were the friends that would never leave each other and was always there for each other. Sure they weren't popular or cool but they sticked together, that was until high school. During freshman year the losers stopped going to school. They haven't even told y/n why, just leaving her there in this high school they all didn't attend. Y/n made it through freshman year and founded out what she had been missing when she hung out with the losers. They never attended parties or any sport games. Y/n finally understood the meaning of high school. It wasn't to find real friends or find lovers, it was just to hook up for a night and leave or it was about partying. Partying was better then going to the sewers. At this point y/n had almost forgotten about all the losers until they showed up to the party, of course y/n kind of missed them but she was also hurt by him. Especially Bill Denbrough. She had a long time crush on little Bill Denbrough and she could've sworn her also liked her until Beverly came along and that's when Bill started to change. Bill started to get farther away from y/n and gotten closer to Beverly. Bill stopped asking y/n to hangout with him along, instead he invited Beverly. This hurts y/n and broke her. Her long time crush likes someone else, practically replacing her. The things she did for him pained her most. Y/n risked her life to find Georgie, just for Bill. The thought of him pained her as she glanced at her new boyfriend. Her boyfriend was named Josh. A typical high school popular jock. The relationship  wasn't going to last long and y/n knows. None of y/n's relationship was suppose to last long. She just wanted to get out of the lonely feels and what a better way than to have a "lover?" Y/n wouldn't normally call any of her boyfriends "lover." Because she deeply knew inside that he really wasn't her lover. She would call her boyfriend "babe","hottie",baby.","sexy" But she would've never called him "lover.","sweetie","sweetheart.",or "honey." Because she knew that those names were really meant for lovers who actually love each other and she definitely knew that there "love" wasn't going to be more than a high school relationship.

Y/n walked over to Josh, who was surrounded by jerks and jocks. She grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him into a kiss. The kiss meant nothing to her but she just wanted a kiss to forget the Loneliness in her heart. The kiss was sloppy and hot. He left hickies on her neck and she smiled. The kiss lasted a few minutes until a few jerks (or Josh's friends) laughed, ruining the moment.

"Whoa. Stopped feeling each other will ya? If you're going to fuck then at least do it in a room." Y/n rolled her eyes in annoyance. They really are dickheads, y/n said in her head. She stood there for a couple minutes, talking with her boyfriend and friends. Y/n's mind couldn't forget that the losers were here, like at the party. It's been so long that they haven't seen each other, she didn't know if she should go and greet them, or maybe even leave them, like how they leaved her.

If y/n wasn't going to lie, Bill did glow up. She remember a few minutes ago when he walked into the party. His brown messy hair, swaying through the air and looked so soft y/n could imagine her combing through his hair. His dreamy emerald eyes, they shined bright and they were sparkly too. His plaid shirt, unbutton at the top, showing his neck and his sharp jawline. Most importantly she noticed his figure, he wasn't short or scrawny like he used to be, instead he was tall and muscular. Y/n wasn't going to lie that she too glowed up. Not by much, she was already considered cute and pretty when she was younger but now people describes her as "hot" or "sexy". Y/n wore her skimpiest white laced dress (Which seems to attract the boys). Her make up was perfect and her hair was wavy and it was messed up too. She stood there, gawking at the losers. The losers were too shy to talk to anyone so it was just them in the corner, she saw the trash-mouth. The two-eyed frog stared down at y/n. His face was a mix between shocked and confuse, almost like how she reacted when she saw the losers. Y/n tried not to make eye contact because she knew it would be strange so she looked back at her boyfriend and friends. They were in the middle of talking, y/n noticed the conversation of the losers. Her boyfriend was talking about how they looked like a bunch of losers as there friends laugh and giggle at the talk, but y/n couldn't stop her anger. She didn't like the way her boyfriends tone was and how he made fun of the losers. She knew that she shouldn't be angry, especially because she was suppose to be mad at them.