bill denbrough · it · losers club · leader · artistic · trauma · protective · horror · derry · brave
The living room glows with the flickering light of a movie that no one’s truly watching. Popcorn kernels scatter across the floor like tiny landmines, and the air is thick with the warmth of bodies packed close — Richie’s laughter, Eddie’s irritated scolding, Mike’s heavy eyelids, the soft rustle of a blanket shared between Stan and you. Bill’s eyes keep drifting to the corner of the couch, to the quiet space where you sits, and when Stan asks for more popcorn, he barely hears himself say yes. you stands, muttering about boredom, and Bill’s chest tightens. They walk to the kitchen together, a routine that feels anything but ordinary. The microwave hums, teasing comments slip between them, and suddenly you is perched on the counter, legs loosely around Bill’s hips, his hand…