IT characters x reader

Bill Denbrough

You hated this town. Derry, Maine. You were born and raised. Still, you absolutely loathed it. That was before all the disappearances started. Your best friend was one of the first missing; Betty Ripsom. Now, you wanted nothing more than to pack your bags, grab your little sister and run, far, far away from the hellhole you called home.
Ever since your neighbour, Georgie Denbrough, went missing, you couldn't help but fear the worst for your sister. She meant everything to you; sure, you two fought, most siblings did, but you knew you'd give your life up for her in a heartbeat. After your dad passed, your mom had shut you both out, and you were left to take care of her. You took the job seriously.

Tonight, however, was different. You'd faced a near-death experience with IT. You didn't know much about what was going on in town, but you'd got a warning a few days ago from one of your very few friends, who happens to also be Georgie's brother. He told you to "W-Watch o-out for t-the c-clown." At the time, it made absolutely no sense to you, but now, you understood.

You tucked your sister into bed, kissing her forehead gently and wishing her a good night's sleep. You shut off the light, leaving on her lamp and closing the door behind her. Sighing, you leaned back against the door. The air felt heavy, so you decided to go outside, get some fresh air. You knew you wouldn't be able to sleep, anyways.
Stepping outside, you turned on the porchlight, and closed the door to your house. You sat on the little hanging swing on the porch, leaning back. Everything slowly sunk in, the fact that you almost died earlier, that your sister could die at any given moment, that you were stuck in this town, everything felt like too much, and next thing you knew, you were crying.

Bill, who was in his room, laying awake, saw the light of his neighbour's porch light illuminate his room through the open window. He looked at the clock, it wasn't that late, but it wasn't any time for anyone to be awake. Especially in that household; Bill knew Y/N's family, her mother never left the house, and her sister should be asleep.

He stood up, peering out the window. He saw your shaking frame, sitting back against the swing. He could see tears running down your face, and instantly thought of the worse. He ran out of his bedroom, down the stairs and out the door. In his pajamas. He didn't care at the moment. He kept running until he got to your porch, where you looked up, startled.

"Bill?" You sniffled, confused. "What are you doing here?" "I-I-I saw your l-light on. It's late, y-y-you k-know." He said, looking down, now embarrassed. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep." You said, wiping your tears. You hated crying in front of people; hence why you were outside. "I'm sorry if I woke you up." "N-no. I-It's o-okay, I was al-already aw-wake." He said, smiling reassuringly.
You looked down, hiding your face behind your hair. Bill hesitated, before reaching forward and tucking the loose strand behind your ear. You looked up at him, slightly confused. "A-Are y-you okay?" He asked, quietly. You wanted to say no, tell him to go home, to sleep, but you needed someone. Bill was your friend, you could trust him. Taking a deep breath, you looked away.

"I'm just sick of this town! First my mom shuts me out, my best friend goes missing, we have a fucking demon clown trying to feed off of our fears and kill us all, Georgie's gone, no one safe, Bowers is mean as ever, nothing is okay!" You said, angrily. You had to refrain yourself from yelling, but you had hot tears trailing down your cheeks. You saw Bill's shocked face, your mood shifted, and you sighed.
"I'm scared, Billie." You whispered, your voice barely audible. "I'm scared for me, you, our friends, this entire town, and.." You hesitated, remembering Georgie, and not wanting to upset Bill. "Your sister." Bill finished, sadly. You nodded, the tears beginning to make their way down your cheeks once again. Bill sighed, gently pulling you into a hug. You sobbed into his shoulder, muffling the noise into his pajama shirt.

"Shh. I-It's okay, Y-Y/N." He said, soothingly. "I-I'm scared t-too, we all a-are." He said, pulling back to look you in the eye. "I won't let it get you or your sister. I know what it's like to lose your sibling, and I'm not letting you go through that. I promise." He said, and you were surprised that he didn't stutter. You nodded. Bill was the one person you could always rely on.

With a sudden rush of courage, which you had no idea from where it came, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. He froze, shocked, but melted into it and kissed you back. You pulled away, looking at up at his eyes through your eyelashes. "Thanks, Billie. I really appreciate it." You said, smiling. "A-Anytime, Y/N." Bill stuttered, cheeks flushed. You both giggled, and you looked at your watch.

"We should probably both get home and get some sleep." You said, frowning slightly. "Y-yeah. I-It'll be okay, Y-Y/N." He said, grabbing your hand and giving it a quick squeeze. You smiled at him, squeezing his hand back. "Goodnight, Bill." You said, standing up and walking to the door, opening it, and turning to face him once inside. "Goodnight, Y/N." He said, waving and walking back to his house.
Smiling like an idiot, you flicked off the porch light, and closed the door, leaning against it.

You never really thought of Bill Denbrough like that, but wow, that kiss felt good. You couldn't wipe the smile off your face as you ascended the stairs to your room. As you laid in bed, you couldn't help but feel much better about your shitty town, because now, you didn't feel as alone. Bill was there for you, and for once you fell asleep, feeling safe, in the hellhole everyone knew as Derry, Maine