#because our boy was put on this planet to do science damnit

[summonthebats]

Mel and Viktor have a productive meeting. Not nice, but productive

"If you tell me to expect you I can tell others you are expected." The way the prickly shopkeeper settled was, vexing but not unexpected. The way Elora, still standing before Mel like she didn't know about the magic shields, relaxed at the voice though. That was almost offensive.

"Well if you were a little easier to contact I would have done, but you don't make yourself easy to talk to."

"Yes, yes, I'll just magic up an entire postal system shall I? The runes will be so simple I am sure."

Mel whirled, poked him in the chest with considerably more drama than force.

"Do not do the runes!" She blinked at the skin under her fingertip, then again as she considered the garments that had led to this. Jayce had most certainly not seen this outfit. Was that shirt more a Medarda or Talis red? Was she really fool enough to follow that line of thought? "Why are you wearing a corset? Which suits you wonderfully I must say."

"Was that physically painful to say? It is a back brace. Why do you look like a pirate? Good day Elora, lovely to see you again. This is Hux, he will be able to answer your questions of logistics."

"Oh thank- I mean it is lovely to meet you Huck, I look forwards to us working together."

The business like nod would be, odd, in Piltover. But the man with the unfortunate hairline looked far to amused for there to be anything untoward meant by it in Zaun. Viktor rolled his eyes at them both, a half-smile curling his mouth.

"Hux, Elora is our line on, eh, distant suppliers and smug Pilties. Be polite. By my standards, not yours."

"Do you remember that time you-"

"Shut up kindly. Get this woman a drink. You. Why are you here?"

The tone was sharp, the words brisk, but the body language was perhaps the most welcoming she had ever seen on Viktor. Even as he waved their assistants towards the little table in the corner and led her back into the faded sunshine outside. To perch on a grubby railing apparently, not really far enough from the main drag to be anything like private. Well at least Elora had a seat and something to write on, it wasn't as though he had expected her.

There had been three chairs at the little table, the only table in the little eatery. A cause for the choice of venue perhaps? But it sat wrong. The proprietor had been too suspicious of them, when she clearly recognised Elora, to seem ought but protective. And what bond had an Undercity cook formed with one of the academy's best in the scant months he had been here? How had he won that loyalty?

"Were you ever going to tell me that Salo was trying to kill you?" The passersby must have heard her, but none glanced towards them.

"Eh, what could you have done about it?" Viktor seemed more amused than anything else. The picture of ease, leaned back with his crutch caught in one elbow. "He wasn't going to stop until something made him."

"He had no clear cause to start." Nor to have pulled, whatever plan it was he had pulled, with his will. So far as she knew at least. "Did he even know your name before?"

Mel, begrudgingly, joined her erstwhile ally on the railing. The by passers continued to pass them by, which was odd in a way. Her beauty had proven a most effective weapon in Piltover, but seemed barely noticed here. Eyes might drift, but none lingered.

"I would not bet on it. But he came to me for healing, after my resurrection, I presume the manner was not to this liking. And then he was killed while connected to the Hexcore." It was, interesting, to watch the way he shrugged. Something about the way he rolled his shoulders above the stark stiffness of the corset, the contrasting lines of a harsh carved face turned sweetly to the thin light. A portrait in motion. "It is of no matter."

"If you had died it would have been of quite some matter Viktor." Utterly ridiculous, ridiculous, stupid man. How dare he look so perplexed? How could this absolute idiot not have realised how vital he was to half her plans? Or at least to Jayce, if he didn't care about that. The last thing anyone needed was another round of resurrection gone wrong, surely he could not have forgotten that? "Aside from the glaringly obvious matter of our current works even. Do please try to recall that we have irate mages pending, I will need your assistance in the matter."

Viktor was, staring blankly at her. Such a clever man, such an absolute idiot. What god had cursed her to like this relentless little twit?

"...What mages? And how, under agreed upon limitations, do you expect me to help?"

For a moment all Mel could do was stare. Viktor, or at least what Viktor had become, had. Had been in her mind. Had coiled about her every thought. Had stripped her of anger and fear and grief in a way that caused half her nightmares and made odd depthless dreams of her mother's once and no longer death. Had been able to view every thought and memory she had like they were written before him.

"You were in my head. You could see everything."

"You presented no threat. Why would I so invade your privacy when there was no need?"

To know. The answer came so readily, impossible to spit into the face of such honest bafflement. To understand. To see all the moving parts and know every way to move them to get whatever he wanted from her. To secure influence and power. Yet that was foolish, wasn't it? Viktor, or the Hexcore or whatever dreadful amalgamation they had formed had no need of additional power. No call to manipulate anyone. No one would have been left to debate him, and no one would have been able to make him listen to a word.

Mel came back to herself on the ground, magic humming under her skin and the armour on the back of her hands too bright.

Viktor had not come closer. One hand hovering as if to touch, and the other fisted about the railing as though to stop himself. Caught himself then, before he could make a mistake with consequences they could not guess at.

Two deep breaths before she could force herself up off her knees. Two more before she could take Viktor's outstretched hand. Another three before words could come.

"My apologies, it seems I had not quite, internalised the reality of our, previous situation. So, you have in fact been letting me tell you things on the assumption that you already knew, thus granting you an advantage in our plans you would not have had. Clearly the Undercity has done wonders for your political acumen." She couldn't do this, not this, not here, not before this echoing ruin of a god or dreadfull mercy. "The mages are enemies of my mother, who had no reservations in murdering Elora, my brother and untold others in pursuit of her. I do hope I may count on your aid in this matter."

"I owe you enough for that." It was interesting, how Viktor could force his voice so even when he couldn't control his face. Those oh so expressive eyebrows were quite the disadvantage when he was trying to pretend that her fear didn't half gut him. "But I cannot be trusted to make weapons, and magic is not easily defended against with technology. What do you need of me?"

"Well, magic. Your magic."

The passersby were still going about their business. Truly Zaun had a remarkable tolerance for strange behaviour. Even in Noxus someone having a little fit at the side of the road would had drawn comment, and in Piltover the enforcers would have been summoned.

"I have no inherent magic, and no technology to harness it by. Mel, we agreed that. We agreed. What do you, what is expected?"

He, didn't. He didn't know?

It was more difficult to direct magic to a small area, downright hard to focus it to a tiny, good as harmless, purpose. But practice always paid off. The rebound, where Viktor instinctively slapped her tiny spell back at her, was little more than a patch of too hot skin where their palms met.

Certainly nothing that warranted his flinch. Certainly nothing to justify his terrified eyes or deathly pallor. Nothing to make him sway like that.

Mel caught him, held him up, let him panic silently into her shoulder. He hadn't known. He probably hadn't wanted to know. The pacifist scientist and the unstoppable force were one and the same, but who would wish to admit it?

"Isn't magic supposed to be a talent you are born with? I didn't, I'm not supposed too..."

"Talent is no more than what you do with it." And didn't it sting, to speak her mother's callous wisdom. "I may have been born with a knack for the beasts, but you're the one who went out and learned their habits and preferences and taught a dragon to play fetch." "...I cannot have a dragon Mel. I cannot be trusted with a dragon.”

"No? Well it seems to have followed you home regardless. I suggest you decide how to manage that before it grows tired of sleeping on your doorstep."

[ificanwriteiscannon]

You’re the one –Jake Kiszka imagine

Tagging my girls : @floatautumnleaf , @anntheboneless , @nothingeverdies , @luzesportodaacidade   (I hope you guys like it)

N\A: Picture is not mine, found in Pinterest. As always sorry for any mistake and hope you guys enjoy it. 

Oh, and just FYI reader is bi and Italic means his thoughts. 

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Ronnie chuckled as she entered the room filled with her family, her eyes falling on her older brother.

“Hey you” She said sitting by his side, while he played the guitar glaring at the couple by the table

“Hey” Jake responded dryly without taking his eyes from where he’d been staring since the scene started playing in front of him.

“You’re really quiet tonight Jacob” She pointed with one of her eyebrows raised

“No one plans a murder out loud Ronnie” He responded ironically without moving his gaze

“Ok, but if you think about it it’s totally your fault that she’s talking to Sam and not you. You could be the one helping her with desert now.. Josh is just- ”

“Oh right, I forgot you and Sam always team up for the other twin” The older brother rolled his eyes and so did his sister

“Look, I do not team up..- You know what, I’ve had enough of this! It’s my birthday and you should go there and sing her a song or some shit.. Tell her how you feel Jakey. Who knows, maybe she’d feel the same” Jake chuckled and turned to his sister

“Or maybe she’ll finally realize how she feels about Josh boy over there and they’ll live happily ever after” Ronnie sighed deep and got up from the couch, muttering an ‘I give up’

Jake watched as his brother and Y\N, aka the girl he’d been in love with since he was a little boy, made pie, or a mess as he would describe. He turned to his guitar and thought about what Ronnie said, and what Sam had said to him before he too gave up on his brother.

It was easy for them to say, Y\N wasn’t their best friend. To be fair she was a part of the family as his mother would say, and they were all the best of friends with her, but Jake still held on the words she whispered when they were nine or ten. You’re my favorite Kiszka, Jakey. A sincere smile adorned his face and with the thought in his head he turned again to her. His smile slowly faded as he watched his twin clean flour from her face and she laughed. And even though her laughter was his favorite sound in the whole word, Jake decided to go out and get some air.

Babe, you’re so young and pretty

But you’re evil, you oughta know

Darling, ain’t that a pity

Won't you stand yourself and show

“I’ve always loved that song, it’s a shame that you ang to that girl” Y\N smoothed her dress sitting by his side

“Jealous much?” Jake mocked chuckling. In moments Jake wished she’d say yes, but as always, she took it playfully and elbowed his arm while giggling

“You wish” Damn right I do, he thought but stayed quiet. “I mean, you’re the worst girl picker. You always go for the wrong chicks, Jakey”

“Hey!” He turned to her slightly offended “And you’re one to talk? You dated the biggest jerks and assholes in the planet”

“NO, I DIDN’T!” The guitarist rose one eyebrow and stood silent “Ok, some were a bit of jerks but I dated some nice people.”

“Name one, I dare you” Jake had put his guitar aside and turned fully to her

“Well, for starters Carol, Nick, Allan..-“

“OH HELL NO, Carol I do agree but-“

“Of course you agree, you flirted with her moments before she came to me” Y\N remembered with a smug smile and her arms crossed. Jake rolled his eyes and continued.

“ANYWAY, you cant put those two assholes in there”

“Why not? Nick was a sweetheart and Allan, yes he was a bit of jerk when we ended things, but he was a nice dude before all that”

“Nick was a prick full of himself and an ultimate asshole. And don’t even get me started on that Allan guy” Jake scoffed rolling his eyes “I’m really glad he went to Minnesota”

“How do you know that?” Y\N asked turning a bit shocked

“You told me that” He shrugged

“No, that’s impossible. Because I only found out that he moved a few weeks ago.”

“I must have heard it around then. Maybe Ronnie told me, you know she’s always the first one to know these shit” Jake tried to avoid her gaze and kept twiddling' his thumbs.

“I told Ronnie last week. You’re lying... I know you, Kiszka. Now tell me the truth, ok? What’s wrong?” Y\N got up and stood in front of her best friend with her hands in her hips. Jake stared in her eyes and let out a deep sigh

“I told him to break up with you..” He passed his hands to his hair and focused on his hands.

“YOU DID WHAT?” The girl wore a shaken and angry look and Jake didn’t even dare to stare at her. He knew he’d been a shitty asshole, and he sure as hell didn’t want to see her hurt expression “PLEASE, please tell me that I heard wrong” Y\N took deep breaths, massaging her temples.

“Look, we both know that as long you were with him, you’d never leave this place. And look what you’re doing now! You’re amazing and we’re all living our dreams an-“

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT! DAMNIT JAKE, I LIKED HIM. SHIT, WHY DID YOU THINK YOU HAD THE RIGHT TO DO THAT?” Jake was a bit stunned. It wasn’t like Y\N to scream and god this was the first real fight they ever had.

“BECAUSE I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU. HELL, I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’VE LOVED YOU SINCE THE DAY YOU PUT MY NAME IN YOUR STUPID SCIENCE PROJECT AFTER MINE WAS RUINED” Y\N took a step back with her mouth ajar. She opened her lips twice but nothing came up. She shook her head and turned to inside the house. “Y\N, wait…”

“I need to be alone Jacob”

Jake stood there analyzing the situation. Now she knew everything. It was out there and everything would change.  It took him a few minutes to put himself back together. What the hell am I gonna do? The one thing he knew was that he’d do anything not to lose this girl.

“Hey, hey, Ronnie. Where’s Y\N?” Jake asked his sister while looking around the room

“She had to go, said she wasn’t feeling well.” The girl shrugged “I asked if you were taking her home, but she said she’d catch an uber so.. Did something happen? You don’t look ok either”  

“We had a fight” He said catching his phone and dialing her number

“YOU WHAT?” Ronnie screamed in shock, making her brother glare at her as she attracted some looks from their family members “Sorry, but how? You guys never fought. What did you do Jacob?”

“Hey! I told her how I felt..” Ronnie arched her eyebrow “And that I told her that I said to Allan break up with her” Jake admitted defeated

“You what?! You asshole!” Ronnie whispered angry, smacking him

“I have to go after her. We have to talk, I can’t lose her.” Jake nervously passed his hands on his hair

“Even though I don’t quite understand what happened, and I’m almost sure I should stay on her side, I think you should go too. Do you think she went home?”  

“I don’t know, I-“ Then something clicked for him and he looked  in the packed room for his keys “Fuck it, I’ll walk”

“Where are you going?” Ronnie asked following her big brother nervously

“To the place where she goes to be alone..”

Jake walked for what like felt an eternity for him. In the way he lost count at how many times he planned what to say. When he arrived at the park he saw her in the swings, focused on her shoes while they slowly touched the ground.

“Hey,-“

“I thought I told you I needed to be alone Kiszka” Y\N responded without looking at him

“You really hate me right now hun? Last name calling means shit is ugly”

“No jokes. If you’re gonna stay, at least act like a grown up for once.” Her cold demeanor hurt worst than a knife. Jake never saw this side of her, and he wouldn’t be shocked if he was the first one to see it.

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry that I hurt you, I’ve never wanted to do that. And you’re right, as much as I didn’t want you to be with him, I shouldn’t have done that. And you have every right not to forgive me, but I’m begging you to. I was selfish all these years, I wanted you for myself. I guess I’ve always knew I need you in my life for it to make sense.”

“I’m not angry at the Allan thing, Jake.. I mean, I am a bit, but that’s not what hurt the most.” Y\N took a deep breath and turned to him, still holding on the strings from the swing “Why’d you never told me how you felt? Why did you lie to me all this time?” Jake could see the tears in her eyes and how wet her face was. She’d been crying and he was the reason, way to go idiot.

“I..- I guess that was never a right time. When we were younger, I loved you before I even knew what that meant.  But when your first boyfriend came up, I shut my mouth. Then my first girlfriend came, and I realized I could never feel for another girl what I felt for you. But you looked happier and I was so afraid to lose you that I kept quiet and happily agreed to be just a friend, even though I was dying for more. I understand if you need sometime to process all this, ok? And if you want we can pretend that I ever said all of this, just .. Just say the words and I’ll do anything. You’re the one Y\N, I can’t lose you”  

The girl dried her tears with her sleeve and walked to him. Standing in front of him, she smiled weakly.

“It killed me to see you with all those girls over the years. Especially the cute ones..” They both shared a smile laugh and Y\N continued “But you were Jake. My favorite Kiszka. My best friend. I mean, what kind of idiot falls for her best friend?”

“Well,..-“ Jake had a smug smile in his lips and she smacked his shoulder

“Anyway, it took me a long time to realize that I was in love with you. To realize that I’ve always been in love with you. But by the time I did realize you were with that girl you took to prom and I was with Allan. I called him to break up and apparently, he wanted that too, because he said I should choose between you or him.”

“HE WHAT?” Jake had a frown on his face and Y\N bit her lip to hold back a smile.

“Yeah, so I told him that you’d always be the choice and he left. And then Greta started touring and I got that offer in Europe. It got harder and harder to get over you, and even when I saw you once in two or three months you were always the one Jakey.” The guitarist couldn’t hold the smile he wore. Nor could he control himself when he pulled her closer, one arm rested in her hips while the other caressed her cheek, and Y\N leaned in with her eyes closed.

“Promise we’ll never lie to each other?” She slowly opened her eyelids and stared deep at him

“Promise. Now can I kiss you, its not like we haven’t waited enough, don’t you think?” She smiled and nodded.

“Please tell me this means I get to call you my girl from now on” Jake asked breathless, breaking the kiss

“You got me for as long as you want Kiszka” Y\N replied kissing the tip of his nose. Jake pulled her close by her waist and before he kissed her again, he whispered

“Forever it is..”

[tozierslosers]

Ship: Stozier

Prompt/Request: A concept where Richie is asexual and uses his sexual jokes and comments to cover it up because he feels broken due to his sexuality. Bonus points: The only person he trusts to tell is Stan

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Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier was probably the most annoying person on the planet. Well, that’s what everyone else thinks. He may constantly make ‘your mom’ jokes and act like a 5 year old and act like he doesn’t give a shit, but the Losers know that there’s more to Richie than that. Richie, deep down, deep deep down, was the best fucking friend you could ever ask for. He gave the best hugs, knew how to comfort you, and was very protective of his friends. He told the Losers everything, aside from one thing that Richie kept to himself. Or, he tried to keep it to himself.

The first time Richie really thought about how disgusting sex was, he was fourteen. It was during lunch. Richie had just talked about fucking someone, something that was normal in the Losers life.

“I’d fuck you even if no one dared me to!” Richie had said to Eddie, making Eddie flip him off. “And I’d also do it with you, Bevvy.” Richie added.

“Beep Beep Richie.” Bev said. Richie of course, would never fuck anyone. Richie would constantly make jokes about fucking someone, sure, but in truth, it disgusted him. Thinking about the fact that two people would do something more than kissing.

Richie shrugged off the thought as he walked into Health class. He found this class boring, but since Ben and Mike were in the same class, he found it bearable.

“So class, today, we will be talking about Sex.” The teacher said, making everyone giggle and gag.

“Yes! Finally, something I’m good at! Am I right, girls?” He winked at a girl and the teacher shushed him.

“Mr. Tozier!” The teacher said.

“That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” He winked, and the teacher sighed.

“Sex, is a normal thing. Sex is something people want as they grow up, girls and boys alike. This is something that is done between two people who love each other very much. You kids are too young to do this.” The teacher paused and looked at Richie before continuing. “But it’s never too early to learn about it.”

Richie felt like vomiting. He ran his hand though his hair as the teacher talked, saying that sex was something that happened when people had sexual attractions and it should be done safely. Why did Richie not want to think about fucking someone? He made sex jokes every second of every minute of every hour of every day. Yet, the thought of it. That disgusted him.. He clenched and unclenched his fists, something he did when he was stressed out. He zoned out of the discussion, trying his best to think about how sex was cool and wasn’t disgusting. It didn’t work.

The second time was when he was almost sixteen. Richie was at Bill’s house, along with Eddie and Stan. Richie was laying down on the couch, Bill was in the kitchen, Eddie on the other couch, and Stan, his bestest friend in the whole world, was on the floor next to him.

“Ya know.” Stan said, looking at Eddie. “Jen Green is hot. I think I’d bang her.”

“I guess she’s okay.” Eddie shrugged. “But that girl in our science class is hotter.” Stan was about to say something until Richie butted in.

“You know who’s hotter?” Richie asked. “Your mom.” Richie smirked as Eddie glared at him.

“Not funny, Richie.”

“Oh, but it is.” Richie said.

“What about you, Rich?” Stan asked, looking up. Richie sat up and looked down at the curly haired boy. Stan was pretty cute. Wait, what? Why did Richie think that? He didn’t find anyone hot. No, correction, he didn’t find any girl hot. He found girls pretty, but not hot in a way where he wanted to fuck them. Or he didn’t find girls hot or pretty in general. Richie didn’t know. He was still confused.

“Who would I fuck? Well, uh, let’s see. My top one would be Eddie’s mo-“

“I will punch you, Trashmouth.” Eddie said, cutting Richie off.

“I’m serious, Richie. Who?” Stan asked.

“Why, hello, serious. I’m Richie.” Richie smirked as Eddie groaned and Stan shook his head.

“God damnit, Tozier.” Stan said. Richie chuckled.

“Okay, seriously. Uh, well, I guess it’d be-“ Richie said but was cut off by Bill.

“Guys! I g-got some noodles and bread h-here!” Bill said from the kitchen.

“Food, thank God.” Stan said and got up and Eddie followed. Richie sighed as he got up. ‘How come I don’t want to fuck girls? How come I don’t find girls hot?’

Richie hopped on the counter and grabbed a slice of bread. “Ya know, I think I’d fuck Bev.”

Bill slapped Richie on his thighs and Stan shook his head as Eddie took the bread away from him. “Hey, I was eating that! But never mind, I guess I could eat your mom ou-“ And that earned a kick from Eddie. “Ah, shit!”

“Richie, I swear to god.” Eddie said.

“K-knock it off, Richie.” Bill said, as he sat down. Richie kept quiet for a few minutes and looked at Stan. He knew that Stan was bisexual, because Stan accidentally confessed that to Richie one drunken night. Richie knew that he could count on Stan and tell him his secrets. After all, they were best friends. Richie just shook off the thought that he was maybe gay and got up.

“I gotta go see Eddie’s mom. I’ll see you fuckers later.” Richie smirked as he grabbed his bag. He heard Eddie say “fuck you.” as he walked out of Bill’s house. Richie thought about a lot on his way to his house. He had to like girls, right? Like fucking them had to be nice, right? Well, how could Richie know? He was still a virgin after all.

Richie instead went to the library, since he had homework to do. He had to define some things for his English class, and the topic was all about sexuality. He grabbed a dictionary and the first word that caught his attention was:

Asexual. A person who has no sexual feelings or desires. Richie’s eyes widened.

“Bullshit!” He yelled, catching everyone’s attention. “I, uh, sorry.” He immediately went out and ran, sitting down on an empty road, his head in his hands. Asexual. Is that what he was now? Is that why he didn’t want to fuck anyone? Why he didn’t feel any sexual feelings? Richie clenched and unclenched his fists as he walked home.

Richie was sixteen already, and he had accepted that he was gay. He kept that to himself. The fact that he was gay. And that he was asexual. He didn’t know what to do. He kept on thinking to himself how weird and un-normal that was. Not wanting to fuck someone? That’s absurd. He liked boys, but he didn’t want to fuck them. And it was just something he didn’t feel comfortable sharing with the others. And most importantly, he felt broken. He felt as if he was an outsider, someone who didn’t fit in.

“Earth to Richie.” A voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked up and saw Eddie waving his hand.

“Huh? Oh sorry, just thinking about banging your mo-“But before he could finish, Eddie covered Richie’s mouth with his hand.

“Beep fucking Beep, Richie.”

“Wanna hang out later?”  Stan asked Richie. The Losers were all at a diner, eating lunch. Richie was between Stan and Eddie, both boys he liked very much. ‘Though Stan is better’

“Sure.” Richie said, not eating his food. Stan noticed but didn’t say anything. The Losers had a good time, talking and eating, but Stan knew something wasn’t right with Richie. ‘Baby boy what’s wrong?’ Stan thought. Something was bothering his best friend, and Stan had to do something about it.

It was about 6pm when the Losers all split up, going back home. They were at the quarry, and the only ones left were Stan and Richie. Richie was sitting down on the ground and he had been quiet, and Stan found it odd.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Stan asked, putting his hands in his jean pocket. Richie looked up.

“I, uh. Nothing.” Richie said, pushing up his glasses.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Stan asked. Richie nodded and got up. They walked quietly towards nowhere. They didn’t know where they were going, they just walked.

“I… Have to tell you something.” Richie said, stopping. He couldn’t keep secrets from Stan anymore.

“What is it?” Stan asked, his voice soft with concern. Richie felt his eyes tear up and Stan hugged him. “Shh, it’s okay Richie.” Richie sobbed into Stan’s shirt, with Stan rubbing Richie’s back.

“I… I feel broken. I AM broken.” Richie said, pulling away and wiping his eyes. Stan took off Richie’s glasses.

“Broken?” Stan asked and grabbed a tissue from his pocket, handing it to Richie.

“Yes. I’m broken.” Richie sobbed. “Because. I’m asexual. I can’t have sex. No, I don’t want to have sex. So that means no one can fucking love me. Because when you love someone, you have sex with them, and I cant do that and…” Richie sat down on the ground and cried harder, his head in his hands. Stan got down and hugged him.

“Richie, you’re not broken.” Stan assured him. “You’re just… Different.” Richie looked up at Stan, his eyes red and his nose puffy. Stan wiped the tears off his face.

“Different?” Richie asked. Stan nodded.

“Different in a good way.” Stan said. “We’re all different. We’d all be boring if we were all the same. And, being different is cool. It fits you, Trashmouth.”

Richie chuckled. “I… You’re right, Stan. I’m not broken. I’m just different.” Stan smiled. Richie knew he also had to tell him something else. Richie took a deep breath. “I, uh, also have something else to say.”

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” Stan asked, making Richie hit him lightly. ‘Tell me you like me, Trashmouth.’ Stan thought to himself.

“I’m, uh, I’m gay.” Richie said and Stan beamed. “Don’t tell anyone please.”

“Welcome to the Club, Tozier. And of course, I won’t tell.” Stan grabbed Richie’s hand and squeezed it lightly. Richie smiled at Stan and rested his head on his shoulder. He shouldn’t have worried about telling Stan these things. “Ya know, this is kinda romantic. The moon and the night and all.” Richie said. Stan smiled.

“It is.” Stan agreed. They stayed in that position for a few minutes before Richie yawned. “Wanna sleep over?” Stan asked.

“I, uh, sure. If that’s okay.” Richie said.

“Of course.” Stan said as he put Richie’s glasses back to place. “Cute.” Stan winked as he walked ahead, leaving Richie dumbstruck for a moment. Richie then walked over to Stan and wrapped his arm around Stan’s shoulder and Stan wrapped his arm around Richie’s waist.

Richie woke up in the morning in an unfamiliar place. Then he remembered that he slept at Stan’s. He looked down and saw Stan with his arm around his waist, their legs tangled together. Richie didn’t wanna wake Stan, so he just lied down and stared at the ceiling. Richie was feeling… Good. The feeling of telling someone something that only he knew was great. It was like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. Telling Stan was a good thing, right? Stan wouldn’t tell the others, would he? Richie started to think about all the negative things that could happen.

“Hey.” A groggy voice said. he looked down and saw Stan smiling at him. It instantly made Richie happy.

“Morning, sleepy head.” Richie replied, smiling. Stan sat up and stretched. That’s when Richie remembered that Stan slept shirtless and Richie tried not to blush. “I, uh, I should get going.” Richie got up, but Stan grabbed his hand.

“Are you sure?” Stan asked and Richie blushed, hoping Stan wouldn’t notice.

“Uh, yeah.” Richie checked his phone. “And the others are gonna meet up later, so I gotta get ready.”

“Okay. See you later.” Stan said, sadly. Richie tried not to notice as he climbed out of Stan’s window. Richie didn’t go to his house. Instead, he went to the quarry to think. It would probably be awkward to continue talking to Stan and pretend everything was alright, right? Stan was bisexual, Richie was gay. And he also maybe liked his best friend. It would be awkward to talk to him as if Richie didn’t tell Stan anything. Richie was over thinking everything. He hated it. He sighed and threw a rock in the water. The best thing would be to avoid Stan, so that things wouldn’t be awkward, right?

Wrong.

It had been two weeks since Richie told Stan, and Richie had been avoiding him the whole time. At school, when the Losers hung out, Richie wasn’t there. When the Losers planned to go out, Richie wouldn’t join them. It all made Stan angry and irritated. Richie avoiding him and all. Stan was about to go home when he saw Richie by his locker. Alone. He immediately walked over to the taller boy and grabbed his arm, hard, dragging him to the janitor’s closet and locked it.

“What the fuck?” Richie asked. “That hurt!”

“I should be asking you that, Trashmouth.” Stan deadpanned. Richie’s eyes widened.

“What did I do?”

“Bullshit. You know what you’ve done. What you’re doing. You’ve been avoiding me, you asshole.” Stan said, crossing his arms. ‘Wow he looks good today. Wearing a beige sweater and ripped jeans. Why the hell does he have to look so hot while he’s mad at me?’ Richie thought to himself.

“I… Haven’t been avoiding you.” Richie replied. Stan rolled his eyes.

“Fuck you. If you don’t tell me why, I’m never gonna talk to you again.” Richie’s eyes widened. Stan wouldn’t do that, would he? Richie sighed.

“I can’t tell you. Well I can, but-“

“That’s your choice.” Stan said as he unlocked the door.

“Wait!” Richie said and Stan looked at him. “I, uh…” He clenched and unclenched his fists. “I like you.” Stan just stared at Richie in shock. Richie liked Stan? And Stan liked Richie. That was probably the best thing to ever happen to Stan. “Fuck it, this is exactly wh-“ But before Richie could finish his sentence, Stan cut him off by kissing his lips. They pulled away. “Wh-What? Why?”

“I like you too, Tozier.” Stan blushed. Richie smiled and jumped in the air.

“You like ME!” Richie was so happy and it made Stan laugh. Richie finally calmed down and looked at Stan, smiling. “Can we, uh…”

“Yeah.” Stan smiled. They both leaned in and kissed, just long enough to make Richie smile wider than his smile already was. Richie pulled away and put his forehead on Stan’s.

“I, uh, don’t know how this’ll work out.”

“We’ll figure it out, Rich. Don’t worry.” Stan smiled as he took Richie’s hand in his.

“I love you.” Richie said, his voice soft. As if he was scared.

“I love you too, Richie. And we don’t have to rush anything.” Stan smiled at the taller boy, his eyes watering.

OKAY THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG TO WRITE BC I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ASJDHSKJ AND ALSO I THINK THIS ISN’T GOOD AND ITS TOO LONG LMAO IM SORRY ANON