A collection of my IT one-shots and imagines. (2017 and 2019)
↳ Most of the x reader fics are gender-neutral
↳ requests // CLOSED
↳ You can also find these on my Tumblr! (@good-doctor-imagine)
I hope you like them!
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Your breathing was erratic as you stared at the scene in front of you. It was as if you were waiting for the clown to pop up from the drain it disappeared into, attacking when you least expect it. Even as the rest of the losers were moving around, looking up at the lost children that were beginning to float down, your attention would not leave the dirty drain.
The whole thing was surreal, never in your life would you think you and your friends would fight a goddamn clown. However, this summer proved you wrong. You would forever be haunted by that clown's damn eyes and disgusting laugh.
When you felt something moving across the palm of your hand, you jumped, ready to yank your hand away but a steady force kept your hand down. Looking to your left, Bill was standing beside you, his eyes trailing over your face as he tried to gauge what you were thinking. Glancing down, you realized the weight holding your hand down was his hand, his fingers locked behind yours to keep it from moving.
"S-S-Sorry," Bill said, his cheeks beginning to glow pink, "Y-Your hands we-were shaking s-s-so I..." He trailed off, biting the inside of his cheek as he tore his eyes away from you. Despite his apology, Bill continued to grip onto your hand, keeping it steady as the warmth of his palm comforted you. The clown may still haunt your mind but Bill's presence comforted you more.
