#billbeatthedevil

He had zero reason to be nervous, Bill had already explained that yes, Eddie had every reason to be here, and no one was going to question it or stare. He was worried that people would judge him for whatever reason, but everyone here were just having fun. No one cared about what his past could be, and he began to relax a bit. Holding Bill’s hand seemed to help.

“It’s.. super crowded,” he said, making the most obvious observation. He was holding Bill’s hand, his other hand holding onto that same arm of the writer’s, and he was leaning in against him. It seemed completely silly for him to be so nervous, and he was trying to talk himself out of it. 

Jessica immediately turned to smile at her little brother when he heard his voice. Her energy had apparently infected the house, so if Bill felt it then she was more than pleased about it.

“Mom and Dad are out of town for the weekend so we’re going to have a good time.” She had noticed how they acted since George died, and she was doing her best to be there for Bill. If their parents wouldn’t be parents, then she could at least be a good sister for him. She hoped that without their parents the two of them could have even a little bit of fun. Even if he wanted to invite some friends over in a relaxed environment.

Context: Bill invites Nathan to a party at his place. After both getting drunk (and one of Nathan’s failed attempts to seduce an art major), they retire to Bill’s room where they begin needling each-other about secrets, super powers, and ghost stories.

@billbeatthedevil:

Kinda? I n-know you’re not lying to me. It feels wrong when p-people lie to me. And I huh-have seen ghosts. Or something l-like them...

“You’re supposed to roast the chicken, not burn it.” Raleigh said, opening the windows to let the smoke out, turning just in time to see the blackened chicken come out of the oven. “Christ, Bill what did that bird do to piss you off so much?” The detective cringed a little bit at the sight of it. 

The reformation of the Commission from assassination machine to the orchestration of smaller, more harmless adjustments to the continuum whenever possible would never had happened without Five’s influence. He had made it work before, causing the Hindenburg to go down as an accident that stemmed from nothing more than a case of food poisoning. Now, it seemed the cases never stopped and they became more complicated, more elegant when the agent wasn’t simply shooting at their problems.

 Still, he hadn’t trained well enough at the sneaking around and his target was more perceptive than most. Blasted store windows, he thought as he bamf’d into a nearby alley, just in time to cut off the boy. He placed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the concrete wall.

audra sits up in the lobby of the derry town house, foot bouncing nervously in wait. she hadn’t known for certain if bill would be awake so late, but he’d responded quickly, telling her he’d meet her downstairs in a moment. she’s still wearing the clothes she wore on the flight over. putting on pajamas felt too final, like if she did it she’d be resigning herself to a life that would end in derry–– which wasn’t to say she expected them to die. it was just that laying her head down here felt like a life sentence. being able to escape in the first place had been something of a miracle, one that audra didn’t feel confident she’d be able to pull off a second time.

she looks up suddenly as he steps over the threshold, so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear him descending the stairs. it’s unclear to her exactly what she wants from him–– mostly she just wanted to be with him, alone, for a moment. each of the losers had their own individual relationships with each other; it was true when they were kids, and it’s true now. no one means any more than the other, but with all that was going on coupled with the fact that bill had disappeared with mike after dinner, audra just wanted to see him. simple as that. she just wanted to see him.

@billbeatthedevil / ❛  Hear that? I’m alive. I’m right here. ❜ ♡

@billbeatthedevil​​ asked: 16. a kiss on the back of the neck. [ Lynn ]

               she had been cooped up in her office for some time, a full day of work on her desk. lynn had a new movie she would have to start filming, a movie that just happened to be based off of one of bill’s book. so, naturally, she had a lot of lines she had to memorize before filming started in a week. on top of that, she had her other work loads that came with her charity work and running her non for profits. after her accident, she had really thought that her life was going to be over in most ways. that she wouldn’t be able to get any work even if she did learn to walk again... she was wrong. then, after going back to derry, she had a sense of freedom. her mind finally clear, her life feeling less like a hazy dream.

             lynn usually tried to get up and stretch a few times during her long stints of sitting, but she had gotten so into her work she forgot too. it was something her doctors always told her to do, that sitting for too long wasn’t good for her legs and joints even this long after her accident. it slipped her mind, that is until she felt the kiss to the back of her next. lynn leaned back against her chair, looking at the man standing behind her with a smile. “ i lost track of time again didn’t i? ”