#ben handscom

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You made to stomp out of the classroom like an upset toddler until your teacher called you back and reprimanded you for your language.

"No, y/n, I am not kidding. I would like you to tutor Bill," he saw your face screw up in agitation and started to speak louder as if trying harder to get his point across. "just for a few weeks! And if his grades go up then I will personally write a letter of recommendation to a college of your choice. I heard you talking to Beverly the other day about how you'd love nothing more than to get into Harvard? I could help you out, I used to teach there." He said, in an almost bragging manner.

You scoffed immediately. "Why in the hell would you wanna quit working at Harvard to work at a shitty - sorry - high school in Derry?" You crossed your arms and saw in the corner of your eye Bill looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

Your teacher sighed. "Look, I'm getting old. I didn't want to work at Harvard my whole life. I wanted something more realistic. Anyway, besides the point. If you tutor Bill, I can boost your chances of getting in by around 80%. I need you to tutor Bill, y/n, you're the smartest person in this school."

Holy. Fucking. Shit. This was it. No matter how much you hated Bill Denbrough, nothing would stop you from getting into your dream college.

You glanced over at Bill and he wasn't looking at you anymore. Instead, he was staring disinterested at his shoes, like he didn't want to make eye contact with you.

"Done. Just bio, right?" Your teacher looked like he'd just won the lottery. You knew Bill was his favourite student because of Bill's 'natural charisma and athleticism' as everyone described him as. Bullshit, if you were being honest. Bill was an ass. You'd never met anyone with an ego as pompous as Bill fucking Denbrough's. He strutted around school with his group of losers thinking he was above everyone else with his baseball cap poking out his Levi jeans that he wore every single fucking day and got away with it because he was just that fucking cool.

"Yeah - yes, um, just bio. Bill, are you okay with this? We need to get your grades up if you wanna get into an ivy league, buddy!" You rolled your eyes. Of course Bill was getting special treatment and encouragement just because he has a pretty smile and freckles scattered over his nose and soft, fluffy hair and a chiselled jawline that went on for days....

You still hated Bill though. There's nothing wrong with appreciating attractive people. That's one of the reasons you loathe Bill so much, however. He knew he was fucking hot and used it to his advantage with every little fucking thing. He definitely thought he was hotter than he actually was, that's for sure.

Bill looked up and, for the first time, you two made direct eye contact. You felt a shiver go down your spine and felt as if you couldn't move, like your feet were glued to the floor. You couldn't stop staring at his eyes. It was as if an invisible force was holding you still and all this time admiring his eyes was starting to make you weak at the knees. Wow, his eyes were gorgeous. Beautiful, blue-

Bill then looked away and you felt relief rush through you. 'What the fuck was that?' you thought to yourself. You'd never felt like that before with just eye contact. It was worrying, to say the least. You definitely could not find yourself having feelings for Bill after all the bitching you do about him to other people, how embarrassing that would be on your behalf. "Oh, yeah, I used to hate his guts but now we're dating because he has pretty eyes." Absolutely not.

"Yeah, that's fine. Could we do it tomorrow though, because I have practice tonight?" It took you a few seconds to realise he was talking to you and when you did you felt nauseous. What the hell was going on with you?

"Okay, but don't cancel on me last minute because I have a life too, you know." You snapped at him. You picked up your bag and walked to the door, hearing Bill's snort of disbelief just behind you. You were walking down the hallway when you heard jogging behind you and turned your head to find Bill running to catch up with you.

"Don't yell at me, I just wanna know where we'll be studying. Because if it's gonna be at my place I'll have to let my mom know." He said irritably, like he'd rather be doing anything other than this. Quite a change to his behaviour with the teacher earlier, but here we are. That's Bill Denbrough for you.

"We can do it at my place. My parents won't be home." You shifted your bag onto your shoulder and tried your hardest to keep your face neutral. He was walking side by side with you and his hand kept brushing yours. Every time it happened your heart beat sped up and your cheeks were beginning to redden.

God, you needed to get a grip.

Bill winked at you and had a shit-eating grin on his face. "Oh, that sounds like quite the proposition. I'll see you tomorrow, Smarty." He jogged ahead of you and out the doors to where you could see his friends gathered waiting for him. You immediately blushed. God, what was he doing to you? You needed to get a hold of yourself. He couldn't ever know that he had these effects on you or he'd never shut up about it.

You walked out the school's double doors and were met with the losers still standing there. You rolled your eyes at their loud laughing but saw Beverly and smiled at her. You liked Beverly, she always stuck up for you when Bill and Richie would say shit to you. She was your biology partner too and she was always sweet to you. You would be lying if you said you didn't ever have a little crush on her. She was a dream in middle school before she became friends with the gaggle of shitheads.

She noticed you and smiled and waved back. However, this made you noticeable to the rest of the losers and as soon as Richie saw you, he shouted after you, "Hey, y/n, you wanna come to the quarry with us? Maybe we could see some girl on girl action with you and Bev, if we're lucky. Bill sure would like to see that, right Billy boy?" Richie laughed loudly. You cringed and started walking home, but smiled slightly to yourself when you heard a voice that sounded strangely like Bill's saying, "Shut up, Richie!" with a slight chuckle to it, and then a distant "Ow!" from Richie.

- -

It was a couple hours later when you heard your phone ring from your hallway. You turned over on your towel, starting to sunbathe your back and continued to read 'Jane Eyre', when your mom came out into the garden. "Hey, sweetie, one of your friends is on the phone. Beverly Marsh? She says she'd like to speak to you."

Weird. Beverly never talks to you outside of school. This must have been important. You stood up quickly and thanked your mom before walking into the hallway to pick up the phone. "Hey, Bev, what's up?"

"Y/n, hey, we were all wondering if you wanted to come to the quarry with us? Not a joke like earlier with Richie. And don't worry about him, I'm sure if he starts teasing you that Bill will punch him again." She laughed through the phone and you heard a faint protest in the back.

You were shocked, to say the least. They actually wanted to hang out with you and not as a joke. Jesus, this was the weirdest thing that had happened all day. And Bill actually wanted you there too? What was going on?

"Um, I'm not too sure Bev, I mean I've got a lot of studying to do..." This was a lie. You actually had no studying to do seeing as it was the last week before summer but you couldn't think of another excuse on the spot.

You heard a sigh and then slight bickering until you heard a voice that definitely did not belong to Bev speaking through the phone. "Come on, Smarty, we all wanna hang out with you and see if you've actually got a personality behind all the sass and good grades. Bev seems to think you do but I need to see for myself. And don't say you have to study because you can catch up on all your studying when you tutor me tomorrow."

You jumped when you heard Bill's deep, velvety voice through your phone. You debated whether it would be a good idea. On one hand, you really had nothing better to do and it was a scorching day so maybe going for a swim would help cool you off and maybe de-stress you a little?

Although, if having to hang out with Bill - optionally, may I add - was the catch to this, was it worth it?

Fuck it.

You sighed, before replying, "Alright, Bill, I'll meet you all there in 10. Don't make me regret it." And you hung up on him before he could get another word in. You ran outside to tell your mom you were going out and put a pair of shorts and a tank top over your bikini before running out of the front door and hopping on your bike.

You didn't live far from the quarry but still managed to make it after the losers. You dropped your bike behind a bush and walked around it to find them all standing on the edge of the drop. Well, all of them besides Beverly, who you could hear splashing about below you. You coughed to let them know you were there and they all turned around to look at you. "What, I swear you guys have been coming to this place for years and you're all too pussy to jump off still? Wow." You laughed and then started to remove your tank top and shorts, all while feeling their gaze on you.

When you were stood finally in your bikini you grinned at all of their stunned faces and ran past them, jumping swiftly into the water below, landing not far from Bev and splashing her. She was laughing when you resurfaced and gave you a high five before you both started hollering at the boys to grow a pair.

Soon enough, all of the boys had jumped in after you and you were all splashing each other, laughing and giggling like you'd known each other for years. The atmosphere was bubbly and light, everyone was, surprisingly, having a good time. You never thought you'd see the day where you were actually civil with the losers.

The sun had begun to set; you could see the pink and orange hues shimmer across the ripples of the water. And with the sun went the heat, so you decided you'd get out of the water before you froze to death. You sat on the bank watching Richie and Eddie float around in the water together with Beverly on one side of you lying down with her sunglasses over her face even though the sky was a dark blue abyss, and Bill on the other side of you.

He was leaning back ever so slightly on his palms which made his biceps a lot more prominent than usual. His hair was still dripping wet  and every so often he'd run his soft, slender fingers through it. The moon was casting a blue shadow across his face, managing to make him look more chiselled than ever. He looked absolutely gorgeous and this might have been the first time in your life that you've ever seen Bill look at peace.

He'd always have either a cocky grin on his face or a stoic frown. And you came to realise that you preferred him a lot better in this moment than you do normally.

All good things must come to an end, however, because Bill had caught you staring at him and his lips turned upwards into a smirk. "Like what you see, Smarty?"

And with that, you were reminded why you ever hated him in the first place. Your eyes instinctively rolled before you stood whilst muttering, "Only when you don't open your mouth, Denbrough." You stretched a little, feeling Bill's eyes trailing up your legs, before announcing to the group that you better get going or your mom would get worried.

Most of them bid you farewell, even Richie (which surprised you). Most of them except Bill, who had followed you to your bike. "What do you want, Bill? I need to get home so if you've come to be an ass some more, it can wait until tomorrow."

He rolled his eyes before leaning over you to pick up your bike for you. He propped it up so you could hold onto it before opening his mouth to respond to you. "Actually, I wanted to say that you actually met Bev's expectations today. You should hang with us more often." You saw a hint of a genuine smile creeping it's way onto his face until he coughed replaced it with his signature smirk, "But don't lose the attitude just because I've been nice today, Smarty. It's sexy. Turns me on."

His grin widened when he saw the blush creeping up your neck. "See you tomorrow, I'll be at your house at 11 am so make sure you're ready, I don't wanna be waiting outside like a pussy for a long time or I won't show up at all." He then ran off back to the rest of the losers, leaving you standing with your bike, gaping at thin air.

You were starting to get pissed off at yourself for letting him have this effect on you. You blinked a few times before getting on your bike and riding home, your mind on a certain blue-eyed blondie the whole time.

- -

Today was now Saturday. Bill was coming over in an hour. And you'd only just woken up.

"Shit." you whispered before running into your bathroom to have a shower. You'd forgotten to have one when you got home so you reeked of the quarry. You washed your hair and scrubbed until you smelled of 'soft strawberry shortcake' or whatever the fuck your shower gel was called.

You got out and laid out a casual outfit: a white skirt with a pale blue cropped lacoste polo.

By the time you'd got ready entirely, you had about ten minutes until 11 am so you decided to tidy your room a little bit and get your study books ready. When you'd finally sat down to take a breather, you heard your doorbell ring. You sighed out an exhausted 'fuck,' before jogging down the stairs to open the door.  

'God, he's so fucking fine,' was the first thing you thought when you saw Bill standing outside your house. His golden hair was shining in the sun, his sunglasses settled on his face and his tanned, toned arms that he'd achieved from baseball were on show with his plain white t-shirt. He grinned at you when he saw you and looked you up and down over his sunglasses with a smug smirk. Then, without permission, he entered your house and stood in your hallway whilst looking around.

You scoffed to yourself before shutting your front door and turning around to face him. When you turned around he looked up abruptly as if he'd been caught staring at something he shouldn't have been.

You smirked knowingly before remembering that he'd waltzed into your house without permission. "Hello to you too, asshole. You can go upstairs, my rooms first on the left. I'll meet you up there after I've got us some drinks, what do you want?"

He thought about if for a while before settling on an iced tea. He went to turn to go upstairs but then turned back around. "Do we have to study in your room? It's a beautiful day, can we chill in your garden?"

You hummed with frustration before saying impatiently, "Sure, but you can get all the books from my room, they're all on my bed. I'll meet you outside."

"So eager to get me into your bed, aren't you, Smarty?" He smirked at you before jogging up your stairs.

"Asshole," you muttered to yourself while you poured yourself and him an iced tea each. You walked outside and sat at your circular patio table. You looked up into the sky, squinting from the intense sun rays. "Fuck, my sunglasses."

You'd left them on the kitchen table. You got up and went to walk through your patio door back into your kitchen before bumping into a tall figure. "Sorry, Smarty, hope you didn't think I went missing." He flashed a smile at you before placing his warm hands on your waist so he could manoeuvre you around him. You stood like an idiot for a few seconds before remembering what you came into the kitchen for. You quickly grabbed your sunglasses and ran back outside to find Bill had made himself at home at your patio table.

He was opening his biology book when he noticed you were back outside and he clapped his hands obnoxiously before eagerly saying, "Let's get started, Smarty. Teach me biology or whatever." He'd leaned back with his hands behind his head and a cocky smile on his beautiful face. You almost whimpered at the sight. This would be a lot easier if you didn't want to jump him all of the damn time.

You coughed and looked down at your textbook to hide your rosy cheeks, "Okay, so let's start with mitosis.."

- -

You were in absolute agony. Turns out tutoring Bill was a lot harder than you thought it would be. You couldn't tell if he was being stupid on purpose or if he really was just as thick as a brick, but either way you were on the verge of tears.

Bill didn't look so cocky now, either. His hair was messy from running his hands through it so many times, his jaw was clamped shut and his fingers were incessantly tapping against the table. You could tell he was frustrated and you wanted to help him but you were just as frustrated as him. You were about tearing your hair out.

"Come on, Bill, please focus-" you started with a shaky voice before being interrupted.

"I am fucking focusing, y/n, you just aren't making any fucking sense." He snapped at you.

You looked shocked. You knew he liked to get under your skin but he'd never snapped at you like that before. Come to think of it, that was the first time he'd called you by your name instead of that stupid fucking nickname.

"I'm trying really hard right now, Bill, but it seems that everything I say is going in one ear and out the other." You were growing really impatient now. You'd explained the concept of mitosis to him about 100 times and he still didn't get it.

He groaned agitatedly. "Maybe if you explained it better instead of saying shit that makes no fucking sense then maybe I'd listen to you. You keep saying shit like 'asexual reproduction' as if I'm supposed to know what the fuck that is."

You put your head in your hands and sighed shakily, "We literally went through exactly what that is last Friday. You were there."

"Well if I paid attention in the actual fucking biology lessons I wouldn't need to fucking be here, would I?" He ran his hands through his hair roughly.

"Aw, Bill. And there I was thinking that you came over just to see me." You pouted sarcastically and he glared at you before standing up abruptly and sending his chair rapidly backwards across your garden.

"Shut the fuck up, y/n." He spoke through gritted teeth as if he was restraining himself as much as possible to not smash your glass table.

"Fucking make me, Denbrough!" Your eyes instantly widened behind your sunglasses and your face went impossibly red. You hadn't meant to say that. Oh, God, now Bill was gonna think you were a crazy freak.

But before you could even so much as get another thought in, you were being pushed harshly against your table. You gripped the edges and looked up to see Bill standing in front of you breathing heavily. He looked the angriest you'd ever seen him. Even after he'd lost a baseball game he hadn't looked this angry.

His sunglasses were discarded so you could see his astonishing blue eyes and in a strange way, seeing him angry made you even more attracted to him.

His hands were roughly gripping your waist as he spoke quietly yet harshly to you, "This is what you want, huh? You want me to make you shut the fuck up?" His hand had gradually made its way up from your waist and ghosted gently over your breast before resting around your neck gently, so as not to hurt you.

You nodded gently, but his slender fingers squeezed gently around your neck and you let out a little whimper. "Use your words, Smarty." You clenched at the nickname before heaving out an exasperated 'yes, please'.

He squeezed again in affirmation before leaning over you so his lip was brushing your ear before whispering a husky, "Good girl."

You moaned quietly before grabbing his face with both of your hands and bringing his head towards yours in a clumsy, desperate kiss.

You felt him immediately kiss back, hungrily like he'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. His hand that had been gripping your waist had now moved slightly down to the flesh of your hip, gripping it harshly, whilst his other hand continued to rest around your neck, occasionally giving little squeezes of praise.

Your teeth were clashing messily and it definitely was not the most romantic kiss you'd ever had, but, dear God, it was definitely the hottest moment of your whole life.

Your hands had left his cheeks and had moved to wrap around his shoulders, clinging onto him for dear life because you felt that your knees would buckle if you didn't.

He pulled back from your kiss and you were about to protest until he started aggressively kissing your neck, no doubt leaving multiple hickeys, his teeth gently brushing against your jugular, sending a shock-wave from your head down to your toes. You moaned sweetly and he groaned into your neck.

"Such pretty noises, Smarty. Could listen to that on repeat for hours." He mumbled into your neck, your eyes slowly closing in bliss. Your breathing began to get heavier and your heart sped up as you felt Bill's wandering hands move from your hips to your thighs, brushing up and down softly, lifting the hem of your skirt a little bit higher each time.

They gradually moved to your inner thighs and he was so close to where you needed him to be, your head was tilting back and you dug your fingernails into his shoulder blade in a silent plead for him to touch you.

"'Want me to touch you, baby? Hm?" His breathing was uneven and you could tell he was restraining himself from picking you up and fucking you raw against your table. His slender hands were placed firmly on the front of your upper thighs, his thumbs brushing your skin gently, each time ghosting just slightly over your soaked panties.

You dug your fingernails into his shoulders, your head tilting back before exasperatedly breathing out, "Just fuck me already, Denbrough, I'm starting to get bored."

The corner of his lips tilted up ever so slightly, before you felt his thumb begin to move up and down over your soaked panties and then finally planting itself on your clit, moving in slow circles.

You released a breathy moan, your hands dropping from his shoulder blades down to his forearms, gripping harshly. You could feel how toned he was and this just sent another wave of pleasure down to your already soaked core.

He laughed cruelly at your reaction. "Bored, huh? You don't look very bored to me, sweetheart." His painfully slow circles began to pick up a pace and your head dropped against his shoulder in pure pleasure, a tiny whimper escaping your tightly bound lips.

You had no idea how he had this much of an effect on you with just his thumb. You were a mess already and he had barely even started.

"Please, Bill," you released breathily. Your mind was fuzzy; the only thing you could think about was Bill.

He pressed harshly against your clit making you jolt. "Please what, Smarty?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. Fucking sadist. You knew he was enjoying making you beg.

You swallowed down a gulp (as well as your pride), and moved your head up so your lips were pressed sweetly against the shell of his ear. "Fuck me, please, Bill."

He shuddered slightly at your words and you grinned a little to yourself, knowing you had the same effect on him that he had on you. "That's what I like to hear, sweetheart." Then everything happened at once.

You felt his hands move to the back of your thighs, lifting you up a little so you could sit comfortably on the table whilst you fumbled clumsily with his belt buckle and he bunched your skirt up around your waist.

It was not romantic in the slightest, the both of you fumbling around with each others clothing. Him, grasping desperately at the hem of your polo to pull it over your head and then discarding it somewhere in your garden, and you doing the same with his tee. But, yet, it was still perfect. It was, in its own special way, romantic that the both of you were so damn horny that you were practically ripping each other's clothes off.

The thought made you groan internally. God, Bill really was so fucking hot.

He groaned lowly at his realisation that you weren't wearing a bra, his hands moving up under your skirt to grasp your panties, going to pull them down. He whispered a low 'is this okay?', you gave him a frantic nod and he kissed you sweetly on the cheek before pulling your panties down quickly and leaving them hanging around one of your ankles.

He helped you out with his belt and when you'd both managed to unbuckle it, you pulled his zipper down, followed quickly by his jeans and then his boxers.

Holy shit, Richie didn't call him 'Big Dick Denbrough' for nothing. The guy was fucking hung. Your eyes widened and you looked up to make eye contact with him to find him grinning cockily at your reaction. "First time I've ever seen you shut the fuck up for once, you know, Smarty."

You rolled your eyes automatically, "Jesus, do YOU ever shut the fuck up, Bill? I'm sat with my legs fucking spread and all you can talk about is my reaction to your fucking cock! You are such a fucking narcissist, you know tha-"

You were cut off by your own shaky moan as halfway through your sentence Bill had started to ease himself inside of you. He groaned lowly and dropped his head into the crook of your neck.

"Fuck," His words came out croaky and you moaned quietly. You'd draped your arms over his shoulders and screwed your eyes shut, breathing heavily and letting out little moans occasionally as he slid himself further inside you until he'd fully bottomed out.

You both stayed still for a minute, the only thing either of you could focus on was how each other felt. The both of you breathing heavily, you still had your eyes screwed shut and Bill still had his head buried in your neck. The way he stretched you out - it was heaven. You felt like you were floating, nothing had ever made you feel bliss such as this.

He lifted his head from its previous place in your neck and your eyes fluttered open. You made eye contact and almost came then and there.

He looked like an angel.

His eyes were squinted like he was struggling to keep them open from the immense euphoria he was in. His jaw was clenched shut and you could see the little muscles twitching from the pressure he was applying to it. He kept flickering his eyes to your lips before he kissed you with such an intense want that your legs would've 100% buckled if you weren't sitting down.

You instinctively kissed back and your hands found their way to either side of his neck, the two of you kissing passionately with him buried inside of you and your legs wrapped around his waist.

If anyone walked in at that moment, they would've seen what was identical to art. The both of you melted into each others arms like that was the way it always should've been. And when Bill started to move in and out of you, your moans were muffled by Bill's kiss.

He thrusted harshly inside of you, his movements relatively slow yet still making your legs shake with the force he was using to move.

His hands were under your skirt, grasping desperately at your asscheeks in a way that you knew would leave bruises.

You didn't mind though because you were in an absolute state of ecstasy with him ploughing inside you, his movements speeding up as you could tell he was starting to lose control. Your nails dug into the back of his neck as you kissed him with a mixture of need and urgency.

He kissed back with as much neediness as you until he pulled away to rest his head back into the crook of your neck, which immediately gave way to your shaky moans that were no longer being muffled.

"'Wanna hear your pretty noises, Smarty." His thrusts were speeding up to an almost rapid speed and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. You felt every inch of him, and you could feel a knot building up in your lower stomach.

His breathing was shaky as he began to let out little noises of pleasure. You clenched around him at his noises and he let out a croaky groan. "Do that again."

So you did it again. His thrusts sped up even more as he moaned loudly and soon enough they were starting to grow sloppy.

You were close, both of you were. You dragged your nails slowly down his back and dropped your forehead onto his shoulder. You were letting out quiet moans of pleasure, careful not to be too loud so as not to alert your neighbours. Your legs were still locked around his waist, shaking uncontrollably as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

He removed one of his hands from your ass to move down and toy with your clit, making you see white. With his other hand, he tilted your head up from his shoulder so he could look at your face.

The both of you looked so fucked, in a state of bliss. "I wanna see your face when you cum, Smarty." Your eyebrows furrowed together and you let out a loud moan before releasing all over his cock.

He kept rubbing your clit to ride you through your orgasm until his thrusts started to slow down a little. You felt him shoot his load inside of you and his head dropped onto you shoulder exasperatedly as he let out a breathy groan, his body heaving from exhaustion.

He stayed inside of you for a little longer so the both of you could catch your breath. You ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head as your chest heaved.

"That was-" you started but he interrupted you with a sweet kiss. Not like the ones you'd shared before, this one was tender and loving with a shitload of emotion behind it and you felt yourself melting into it.

He disconnected your lips and rested his forehead against yours. "Fucking amazing are the words you're looking for." He laughed a little and you joined in.

The both of you stayed there smiling like dopey idiots at each other. Until you realised that this was probably just a stupid hookup and would probably never happen again.

Your heart broke a little as the thought occurred. You didn't want it to be just a hookup. You actually liked Bill, as much as you liked to pretend you didn't.

He saw you looking a little disheartened, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and pulled out of you slowly before zipping up his jeans and going to look for his shirt.

You sat there on the table, his cum dripping out of you, your panties still hanging around your ankle, forgotten about, your tits on full display and overall feeling a little heartbroken.

He came back with his shirt slung over his shoulder and, boy, did he look absolutely gorgeous. He tilted your head up, gave you a peck on the lips and put your polo back on for you. He then pulled your panties back up your legs and helped you climb off the table gently, holding your hands to give you enough support to stand up.

Your legs felt like jello. You couldn't move. He laughed at your wobbly legs but stopped when he saw you looking upset still. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You looked up into his eyes, and almost burst into tears at the concerned look on his angelic face. "This was probably just a one time thing for you, wasn't it?" You muttered disappointedly. You weren't ashamed of sounding needy; you had no shame left seeing as his cum was dripping out of you just minutes before.

He looked puzzled before a smile broke out across his face. It wasn't a cocky grin like normal, it was a genuine smile and it almost made you melt into a puddle.

"What, you thought I was gonna let you see other guys after that? You aren't as clever as I thought, ya know, Smarty. You're mine now, dumbass." And with that he sent you a wink and a dazzling grin before walking out to the patio door.

You tried to gather your thoughts after that surprising exclamation from Bill but then remembered that you never actually got any tutoring done. "Hey!" you called after him.

He spun around and the confused, yet still dazed and fucked out, expression on your face made him stifle a chuckle.

"I still need to tutor you, idiot." He rolled his eyes and turned back around to carry on walking.

"I'm coming back tomorrow. If that's okay. And I'll call you later, Bev gave me your number. See you, sweetheart!" He called after you until you heard your front door shut.

You couldn't grasp what had just happened. Bill Denbrough had just fucked the shit out of you on your parents brand new patio table, told you that you were his, and that he was coming over again tomorrow?

'What the fuck?' you thought to yourself before breaking out into a grin.

That boy was full of the best surprises.

"What a fucking dork," you muttered to yourself out loud before moving to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies.

"Let's just get to the library," Beverly said as she joined the rest of you. "Maybe we'll get lucky and Richie will be there."

Thankfully, Beverly was right. Richie was at the library with Mike, but your brother had also apparently killed Henry Bowers in an effort to save Mike.  

You listened to Mike explain what happened as he let Ben take care of the cut on his arm. You noticed Eddie and Richie seemingly consoling each other near the card catalogue, an expression of fury on Richie’s face as he considered the bandage on Eddie's cheek. From the way he kept eyeing Henry's body, you were half-sure he was wishing he could kill the deranged man all over again just for harming Eddie.  

"Where's Bill?" You heard Mike ask as he pulled his bandaged arm towards himself.  

"I don't know," Beverly admitted with a sigh. "We should have heard from him by now."

Mike carefully pulled his cell phone free from the front pocket of his jeans and called Bill. You listened as Mike tried to talk to Bill, his expression growing increasingly worried as he listened to whatever Bill was telling him.

You had a sinking feeling in your gut that told you whatever Bill was doing now wasn't good. When Mike hung up the phone and confirmed that Bill was about to attempt to kill Pennywise all by himself, you knew that the final battle was fast approaching whether you wanted it to or not.  

Once it was concluded that Bill would be going to Neibolt to confront Pennywise, you all decided to meet him there.  

You were relieved when you got to the house and noticed that Bill had yet to go inside.  

"Hey," you heard Mike call to get Bill's attention.  

"Wh-what are you guys doing here?" Bill asked when he turned to look at the rest of you. "You shouldn't b-be here."

"We couldn't let you do this alone, Bill," Beverly told him.  

"Yeah, man," you heard Eddie agree. "Losers stick together."

"But you're all cursed because of me," Bill insisted. "That summer was m-my fault because I made you all go out to the Barrens with me lookin' for Georgie. I can't ask you all to do this."

"Just face it, Denbrough," you started with a smirk on your face that you hoped was covering up the anxiety you felt coursing through you. "You're stuck with us. It’s all of us or none of us."

“Is it too late to vote for none of us?” You heard Richie mutter from beside you. You discreetly elbowed him in the side, ignoring his pained grunt.

Bill looked like he wanted to argue for a moment before he seemed to realize that none of you actually had any intention of letting him storm Neibolt House alone.  

By the time you made it down into the caverns beneath Neibolt, you felt like you had already lived through dozens of nightmares.  

Between trying to help Bill pry the spider disguised as Stan's head off of Richie and listening to Ben's screams coming from rooms away and Beverly getting attacked and nearly drowned, you were starting to wonder if you would ever be allowed to complete the Ritual of Chüd. You were half-sure Pennywise would end up killing you all first.  

As you were throwing your token into the fire, you felt a wary anticipation start to overcome you. If this worked, then Pennywise would be gone forever. If this didn't work, then all of you would die horrible, violent deaths.  

You noticed a brief, sad smile flit across Ben's face before he threw his token into the fire. He glanced first to Beverly before his eyes met yours where you were standing opposite him. He gifted you with a sincere smile before he turned his attention towards where Richie was sacrificing an arcade token.  

You had a moment where you began to wonder if this was even real before you joined hands with Richie and Bill and listened to Mike speak about the ritual.  

As the deadlights descended and you started to chant with the group, you started to let yourself truly believe that this could be the end. If the ritual worked, then Pennywise would be gone. You wanted that more than anything, so you said each word with increasing conviction, hoping it would be enough to put Pennywise away for good.  

"Turn light into dark. Turn light into dark. Turn light into dark," you kept saying over and over, believing that it would be enough.  

It had to be enough.  

Of course it wasn't enough.  

When the ritual quite literally blew up in your faces, you knew that every hope you had of defeating Pennywise was nearly gone. You didn't know if there was anything else that would work, but your only way to survive once he attacked was to run. Pennywise had transformed himself into a giant spider that was big enough to nearly fill the cavern. There was no way you could possibly fight that and hope to survive.  

Mike seemed to be overwhelmed with guilt after Pennywise pressured him to admit that he had left one important detail out of his explanations regarding the ritual. The first and only group to attempt the Ritual of Chüd had all been killed because they couldn’t succeed. Mike had assumed that if you all just believed hard enough, then you would be able to kill It. You heard him apologizing profusely as you dodged a swipe from one of Pennywise’s legs.  

You ended up getting split up from the others. Richie and Eddie disappeared into one cave while Ben and Beverly retreated into another. You were about to bolt after Eddie and Richie, since it seemed like your only possible escape that didn't take you right past the killer clown and spider hybrid, but Pennywise had other plans for you.  

You felt something heavy slam into your back before you went flying. You barely had a moment to pull your arms in close to your body in an attempt to not break them on the rocks before you felt yourself hit the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of you. Your momentum carried you down an opening in the cavern's walls and right through a hole. You felt the odd sensation like you were flying for a moment before you landed on something soft.  

You didn’t even realize that had you closed your eyes during the fall, but once you opened them, you weren't entirely convinced that you were actually awake.  

"No," you whispered when you were met with the sight of your childhood bedroom. You had spent many nights in this room feeling like you were helpless against the lingering shadows on the walls. There were the nights when you swore there was someone standing at the foot of your bed and watching you in the dark. Sometimes the voice belonged to Pennywise and sometimes it was a wheezing, groaning croak that reminded you of every zombie movie you had watched with Richie after he dared you not to get scared.  

You willed yourself to move, but it felt like you were paralyzed with fear. You felt the sheets wrap around your ankles and wrists, anchoring you to the bed.  

"Look what you did to me," you heard a voice rasp from near the foot of the bed. You caught sight of curly hair and torn clothes. A hand reached out towards you, the skin mottled with decay. "You did this to me, Y/N."  

"No," you whispered again, silently pleading with whatever deity was listening to get you out of this.  

"Look at me," Stan snapped as he took a step closer to you, gifting you with a better view of him.  

You closed your eyes and resolutely shook your head. You felt fingers dig into your chin before your head was jerked sharply to the side.  

"Look at me. Look at what you did to me," Stan commanded with a conviction that was strong enough that you almost couldn't help but open your eyes in obedience. "You know what's going to happen to them now. They're going to end up like me. And it's all your fault," Stan spat before he offered you a sickly grin that had you attempting to pull your chin out of his hold.  

His nails dug into your skin and you could feel yourself begin to bleed from where he was cutting into your skin. You struggled against your bonds, a panic beginning to overwhelm you. You had felt trapped for years with the certainty that you might be subjecting your loved ones to their final demise and now Pennywise was playing that scenario out for you in the cruelest way possible.  

"No, no, no," you denied as you kept struggling for freedom. "I didn't mean to. I didn't want you to die, Stan," you cried.  

"You did this to me. To us," Stan snarled before he pulled away. He gestured towards the floor where you could make out the sight of several bodies. "You shouldn't have called us here. You've killed us all."

"NO!" You screamed when the first body pulled itself off the floor. You saw the glasses and dark hair and knew immediately that it must be Richie. You couldn't hold back the sob that fought its way free at the sight of the torn and bloody visage of your brother. His eyes were clouded over and his neck had been torn out.  

It wasn't long before the other members of the Losers' Club rose from the floor and started advancing on you. You could hear their hungry, ravenous moans as their hands all stretched out towards you. You could just imagine what it would feel like as they tore into your flesh and you hurried to free yourself from the bed. You twisted and writhed and finally managed to free one of your hands.  

You could feel nails scraping down your leg and you bit back a cry of pain. You weren't going to give Pennywise the satisfaction of hearing that his torture was working. You could feel blood running from the cuts and pooling onto the bed below you before you finally managed to break free.  

There was a door on the other side of the room that you were desperate to reach, but it would take you right through the undead members of the Losers' Club.  

"Fuck," you hissed, before you decided to try your chances. You bolted over the bed and pushed past the clawing hands and sound of clicking teeth as more than one of the members tried to take a bite out of you. By the time you made it to the door, one of your sleeves had been ripped away and you had deep scratches down your arms and along your torso. You were also pretty sure someone had gotten a lucky bite in, because your shoulder was burning and aching in a way that was nearly enough to distract you from your escape attempt.  

You didn't even bother looking back as you opened the door and fell through it right into the cavern you had left behind what felt like years ago.  

You only had a moment to notice the bright light filling the cave and the sight of Richie caught in the deadlights before you were taking off across the cavern. The image of the reanimated corpses of the Losers' Club was still fresh in your mind as you watched Eddie attempt to save Richie by spearing Pennywise through the head with the broken piece of fence Beverly had picked up earlier that night to use as a weapon.  

You pulled to a stop not far from the pair when you realized that Eddie was exclaiming that he had saved Richie. You were keeping a wary eye on Pennywise, but you still managed to catch sight of Eddie leaning down and kissing Richie.  

You were stunned for a moment, ridiculously happy for your brother and Eddie even if it was the wrong moment to get carried away, before you noticed Pennywise shake off the hit from Eddie. You had a moment to see Pennywise's grin just before he moved to strike. You barely had to think about it as you took off towards the pair, managing to tackle Eddie just before he would have been skewered through his chest with Pennywise's claw.  

You thought for a moment that you had managed to save Eddie without any consequences, but it didn't take long for the searing pain in your shoulder to make itself known. You felt like there was something hooked right beneath your clavicle before you were pulled back and flung across the cavern. You hit the ground with a sharp crack, crying out when you rolled right into the cavern wall. You felt like you had a hole in your shoulder, but that couldn't be right. The blood that was steadily pooling beneath you argued otherwise.  

You realized that you might have saved Eddie, but you sacrificed yourself to do it.  

Your vision went hazy for a moment before you heard someone calling your name. There were hands on you and for a dizzying moment you thought it was the zombified members of the Losers' Club coming back to finish the job. You kicked out at someone before the words began to register.  

"Fucking fuck, Y/N! That was my nose!" Richie yelled as he attempted to help Ben pick you up off the ground.  

"It's okay," you heard Beverly assure you. "You're okay."

"Don't die, Y/N," Eddie pleaded as he helped the others carry you into a cave where Pennywise wouldn't be able to readily reach you.  

"Eds," you croaked as you struggled to hold onto consciousness. You reached out to grab his hand, holding it as tight as you could. "Worth it," you assured him with a grin that probably looked half-crazed as you did your best to stay awake and aware.  

"Fu-fuck! Fuck!" You heard Bill shout as he joined the others. "That's a lot of blood."

"Hey, Y/N," Mike whispered. "You need to stay with us. We can't do this without you."

You felt something press into your shoulder and you couldn't hold back the scream that clawed its way free of your throat. You felt the sharp agony as Ben tried to keep pressure on your wound, having sacrificed his overshirt to try to keep you from bleeding out.  

"Just stay with me, Y/N," you heard Ben murmur. "Don't leave me. Mike's right, you know? We can't do this without you. I can't do this without you. I need you, so you’ve got to stick around."

You managed to suck in a shuddering, pained breath as you met his eyes. You knew you were fast losing the battle to stay awake and you weren't really sure if you were going to make it out of the cavern. Your blood was quickly soaking Ben’s overshirt and the pain started to recede as an alarming numbness began to overtake you.  

You could hear Pennywise taunting you and the other Losers, but all you could really focus on at that moment was Ben.  

You saw Ben bite his lip, looking unsure for a moment, before he brought his hands up and cupped your face in them. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours, prompting you to bring up the arm that currently didn’t feel like it was about to fall off to grab a fistful of his t-shirt and reel him in even closer. He felt like your only anchor to consciousness at that moment and you were reluctant to let him go.  

"Ugh, my sister, man? Seriously? Didn't you have the hots for Bev?" You heard Richie wonder with a tone that warred between disgust and exasperation.  

"Beep beep, Richie," you heard Beverly mutter.  

When you felt like you were struggling to breathe, you carefully pushed Ben away. "I'm sorry, Ben Handsome" you whispered before you felt your eyelids droop.  

"No, Y/N, stay awake," you heard Ben urge.  

"Is she dead? What's going on?"

"Fuck! This can’t be fucking happening."

"No, come on, Y/N. Don't do this."

Awareness stayed with you in little bits and pieces. You could hear Pennywise roaring and the others yelling, but they now sounded far away. You could hear something rumbling before your body began to shake. It took you a really long time to realize that you weren't shaking, but the cave around you was as it started to collapse. There was the unmistakable sound of rocks clattering down to the floor and then more shouting.  

You felt trembling fingers on your neck and others wrapped around your wrist. There were hands under your knees and someone pulling you to stand. You felt weightless for a moment and for one brief, disorienting moment you thought you were flying.  

You felt hands on you again and voices drifting across you, but before you could shout or try to avoid the reach of the undead, you finally allowed the darkness threatening to overwhelm you to fully embrace you.  

You didn't really think you were dead. You still felt and heard and experienced. There were flashing lights that had you wishing you could close your eyes, even though they were already closed. There was the prick of the needle as it slid into your arm and a warm voice talking just above you.  

"We'll have to bring her in for surgery now. I'm sorry, but you have to stay in the waiting room."

"But that's my sister," you heard Richie exclaim. "What the fuck do you mean I have to stay out here?"

There was something cold rushing through your veins and a metallic taste in your mouth. There was the drifting awareness and then nothing.  

You jolted awake, your eyes flying open as you attempted to take better stock of your surroundings.  

"Holy shit, you're awake," you heard Richie mumble from your side. You glanced over to see that he was rubbing at his eyes just under the rims of his glasses. He looked exhausted, but there was a delighted, relieved grin on his face that had you automatically smiling back at him in answer.  

You wanted to ask him what the fuck was going on, but he was suddenly out of his chair and striding over towards the door.  

"Hey, guys! She's finally awake!" You heard Richie yell before he was stepping out of your room.  

You barely had a moment to realize you were in a hospital room before the rest of the Losers' Club filed into the room.  

"I'm glad you're okay, Y/N," Bill said as he came to stand beside your bed.  

"Yeah, you had us all really scared for a while there," Beverly chimed in as she reached out for your hand. She squeezed your hand and offered you a reassuring smile.  

"Move," Richie commanded as he brushed past Bill and Beverly. "Don't you ever fucking do that to me again, you got it?” Richie admonished you as he pointed his finger right in your face, as if he was scolding a child and not his twin sister. “I just fucking got you back and I'm not about to let you die because of some stupid, fuckin' clown."

"Pennywise," you breathed, startled to finally remember the clown that had terrorized you all for so long and the recent events that took place in the caverns beneath Neibolt House. "What happened? Is he dead?"

"He's dead," Mike confirmed with a nod of his head. You turned your head and met his eyes where he was standing at the foot of your bed. "We did it."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Eddie piped up as he moved to stand at Richie's side. You didn't fail to notice the way Richie's hand immediately reached for Eddie's, their fingers lacing together as Eddie crowded further into Richie's side. “I feel like you almost died because of me.”

"I meant what I said," you told him with a small smile. "It would have been worth it."

"Y/N," you heard from the doorway of your hospital room.  

You looked over to see Ben standing there, an expression of stark relief clear on his face.  

"Why don't we give them a moment," Beverly suggested as she reached out to start steering Richie and Eddie away.  

"Hey, that's my sister!" Richie protested, before he seemed to relent when Beverly whispered something to him. "I'm watching you," Richie promised Ben before he let himself be led out of the room by the rest of the Losers.  

Ben came to sit down at your bedside once it was just the two of you left in the room.  

"Do you, uh, do you remember anything? From before you passed out?" He wasn't quite meeting your eyes, but there was an awkward shyness that seemed so familiar that you couldn't help but grin at him.  

"I remember trying to save Eddie," you muttered before your brows furrowed as you attempted to remember more. "There was a lot of pain. I think I lost a lot of blood," you said as you frowned down at the bandages you could see covering your shoulder. "I remember you," you confessed with a softer smile as memories became clearer. "And a kiss," you whispered before Ben finally met your gaze. "Did you mean it? Or was it only because I was bleeding out?"

"I meant it," Ben rushed to reassure you before he hesitantly reached out to take your hand. "I meant it," he whispered as he let his thumb sweep over the back of your hand. "And I have a proposition for you if you're open to it."

You quirked an eyebrow at him, not able to fight off the smirk you felt tugging at your lips. "While I'm still in a hospital bed? Ben Handsome, I didn't know you were that eager to seduce me."

You noticed the blush that bloomed on Ben's cheeks before he shot you an amused grin. "Not that kind of proposition," he remarked with a fond expression and shake of his head. "I was thinking about what you'd do now that Pennywise is gone."

"Oh," you breathed in understanding. You honestly had never thought of what you would do once you were free to leave Derry. All of your plans boiled down to just that. Leave. But you didn't know what you would do once you stepped foot outside the town for the first time. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I'm overdue for a vacation and you're probably eager to get out of Derry. You've been stuck here for so long and I know you've got to heal and probably some physical therapy, but we can go anywhere you'd like. It's your choice, but if you'll have me, I want to explore the world with you." He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for a possible rejection. "So, where would you like to go?"

You were stunned for a moment with the realization that whatever was forming between you and Ben wasn't just going to be relegated to Derry and near-death experiences. Ben was actually serious about this. Serious about you. And while it seemed a bit sudden and you were sure there was so much left to discuss, you couldn’t help but feel excited by the idea that he wanted to see you and spend time with you and take you far away from the town that housed all your nightmares.  

You felt a grin slowly stretch across your face before you squeezed his hand. "I've got the perfect idea."

Later, nearly a week after Pennywise's demise, you joined the other members of the Losers' Club at Jade of the Orient for dinner. You were surprised that you were all allowed back after the property damage from your last dinner, but you were given another private room to hold your meeting of the Losers’ Club.  

This dinner was a complete turnaround from the first one, however. Just a week before, you were all talking about what you had spent the past twenty-seven years doing. It was rife with news of divorce, separation, and uncertainty. It was tainted by the knowledge that Pennywise was back and wreaking havoc on Derry yet again. What should have been a nice reunion was overshadowed by the hauntings of your pasts and the tragedy that was soon to follow.  

Now, you were all looking forward to whatever the future held in store, because you all realized that you actually had a future to experience. There was no more uncertainty and no more monsters to fight. You were allowed to live now without the specter of Pennywise hanging over you all.  

Ben kept a firm grip on your hand through most of the dinner, as if he had to remind himself that you were really there and alive after suffering a near-fatal injury. Richie and Eddie were just as obnoxious as ever, but Eddie had taken it upon himself to kiss Richie whenever he wanted him to shut up. By the stunned and cautiously delighted look on Richie's face every time it happened, he didn't mind.  

Everyone seemed eager to discuss their plans for the next few months. It seemed that Richie still planned to finish out his tour and Eddie was going to go with him. Mike claimed that he wanted to finally check out Florida after being stuck in Maine for so long. Bill said he had a movie to finish and a new book to write. Beverly told you all that now that so much of her past had become clear to her, she wanted to figure out who she really was. She wanted to strike out on her own and learn how to depend on herself, but from the few, brief glances she shared with Bill, you started to wonder if there was more going on there than they had shared with the group.  

By the time you were finished with your food and waiting on the check, you felt lighter than you had in decades. With Ben at your side and the knowledge that Pennywise was no longer a threat, you felt like your future was open to you for the first time in your life.  

You heard Bill clear his throat before he raised his glass. "To the Losers' Club," he said with a fond grin on his face. "To finally defeating Pennywise," he continued with a glance at each of you around the table. "And most important, to Stan," he finished.

"To Stan," you all joined in, raising your glasses in a toast to your fallen friend, before you all took a drink.  

"To Stan," you repeated with a sad smile as you thought of the friend who should have been sharing this victory with all of you. You wished more than anything that he was there to see the nightmare finally laid to rest.  

But you couldn't help but hope that he knew somehow that you and the Losers' Club hadn't let him down. You had defeated Pennywise once and for all and the townspeople of Derry were finally safe from a threat they weren't even aware of after so many decades of suffering.