Kisses And Cookies
Request: “Hi hi! Your Bill Denbrough imagines are amazing and I love them and I was wondering if I could request one because yours are so underrated. Could you do an imagine where the reader and Bill are making Christmas cookies and the losers intentionally didn’t come because they wanted the reader and Bill to finally admit they have feelings for each other and it gets crazy and messy and they’re both so happy and it’s super pure and they accidentally kiss?”
A/N: I am sorry very it took so long to do this. I just haven’t had the motivation to write lately, I feel super terrible but i”m hopefully gonna start writing more!
I set out everything on my kitchen table, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the rest of the group. So far it was just Bill and I, everyone seemed to be running a bit late. Guess we’ll have to start without them, their loss.
“We’re just going to start without them.” I tell Bill. He nods and goes to wash him hands before he starts baking.
We start to set all of the raw cookies on the pan, talking about silly things. I feel my face flush every time he gets close to me. I always do this, sometimes I don’t even notice it.
I’ve had a crush on Bill for a long time now, I can’t remember when it started. It was back in 6th grade, that’s all I can remember. It was a pretty long time ago, we’re in 10th grade now. Wow time does fly huh?
“W-what should we d-do while we wait?” Bill asks me, wiping his hands on his pants.
I shrug and walk into the living room, Bill following behind me, “how about a movie?”
Bill agrees and soon we’re sitting close together watching one of my favorite movies. Before the movie ends the buzzer for the cookies goes off, signaling that they were ready.
I take the cookies out of the oven and smile at how good they smell. Suddenly something hits the side of my face, cookie dough. It was raw cookie dough.
I growl and turn to look at Bill, “why the hell did ya do that?”
He gives me a small smirk, “cause i-it would be f-funny.”
I pick up some more raw cookie dough and chuck it back at him, letting out a hum of satisfaction at the look on his face. Serves him right for hitting me in the first place.
Soon we’re chucking foods at each other, somehow he got ahold of flour and eggs, not a good combination, and we were covered. I groan at the mess that was now my kitchen.
“D-don’t worry, I’ll c-clean it up,” Bill assures me, walking closer and laying a hand on my shoulder. I nod and turn to face him, only to have my lips collide with his own.
My eyes widen in surprise, so did his. Neither of us were expecting this, guess we were a bit too close. He pulls away quickly and stutters out an apology, well more like several of them.
I giggle and pull him back to me, kissing him more passionately this time. He’s even more stunned than before, but luckily I knew what I was doing, well somewhat I should say.
When we pull away the second time, we silently get to work on fixing the kitchen. We had to move quickly because my parents would be home soon and if they saw the kitchen they would be livid with me. Boy is the rest of the club lucky that they couldn’t make it, but then again, if they had I probably wouldn’t have gotten to kiss Bill. Perhaps I should thank them the next time I see them.