#benverly centred

[beepbeepliv]

Wherever you go...I go. - Benverly

flldfllfkflf I feel bad bc this could have been v cute and wholesome but I made it sad bc I’m an evil bitch sorry babe

“Go, go, go!” Ben chanted as the group ran past him intothe empty hall. He slammed the door shut and jammed it with a bench he fell againstthe it, panting, not even phased when he noticed Eddie and Richie making outfuriously. It had been a close call. Ben was sure they were going to lose someoneelse, even Mike and Stan were huddled close together exchanging soft kisses andcomforting words as Stan cried into his shoulder.

Ben grimaced. It had definitely too close. When he blinkedhe saw the zombies clawing at them, reaching through cracks in the wall,grabbing Stan’s leg. Never again will Ben rely on plan B. He stumbled over towhere Bev stood, arms crossed watching over her boys, not a tear shed, andwordlessly took her hand. She squeezed back. A wordless declaration

An, ‘I’m okay.’

Ever since Bill had been bitten, since he’d gone, the groupfell into tatters. They all had leadership qualities but none came close to Bill,none had anything like the presence he had when he commanded a room but recentlyBen sure did come close. With Richie being too preoccupied taking care or Eddieand Mike not wanting to constantly throw himself fin danger at (Stan’s behest),Ben -and thus Bev, became the unofficial group leader.

It was in time likes this he was glad of it.

“Are we all okay?” he asked. Richie and Eddie broke apartfor air. The lines of their bodies still pressed together.

“All good,” it was impossible to tell who the reply camefrom with how quietly it was said and how close the two boys were sat but Ben acceptedit.

“Ben, oh my God, thank you so much dude,” Mike said, walkinghis way as Stan moved off to search for equipment, weapons, food or blanketsfor the night, “I didn’t even see them like— That could have been so muchworse. We could have lost—” Ben pulled him into a hug, cutting him offmid-sentence.

“We’re all here. We’re all still alive. That’s whatmatters.” Mike nods solemnly. They all know there no point in dwelling on thepast. Not after losing so much in the past 3 months.

“All that’s important right now is finding food, suppliesand—Eddie… are you bleeding?” The tension in the room thickened, it was almostslow motion how everyone looked over to the small boy. Richie looked frozen. Therewas blood gathering at the base of Eddie’s shirt and he hurriedly pulled it upto reveal a large bruising gash.

Richie let out a choked sound.

“Kit!,” Ben said, immediately rushing over to inspect thewound as Bev pulled out the medical kit and came to sit by him. He lookedthrough the limited medical supplied they had left and brought out some gauzeand tape. Eddie was still staring at it, frozen in shock.

“a—am i—it’s? I’m inf—”

“Stan pass me the antiseptic please,” Ben said, ignoring Eddieeven when his half questions turned into soft sobs. They all knew what wouldhappen if it was a bite or scratch.

“you’ll be fine,” Richie whispered softly, over and over tohis boyfriend. Ben thought that was dangerous. They didn’t know that for sure.It was no good making empty promises. Ben finished wrapping the wound. Theblood was still very red, that was good. Once it started turning black orgreen.. then they definitely had something to cry about.

“Eddie, sit down, you’re fine for now. You probably just raninto something sharp and sliced yourself, the cut in your shirt is way tooclean to be a scratch or a bite. But we’ll see tomorrow.”

That was the most comforting he could be without giving himfalse hope. He figured Eddie bumped into a table or something – otherwise thehole in his shirt would have been massive.

But maybe that was just false hope.

 “Eddies not going to be okay, is he?” Bev asked, once theywere tucked up on gym mats and towels for the night. Ben shrugged as hemassaged her back.

“I don’t think he’s been infected, I wasn’t lying about that,but he definitely won’t be able to run or move very well tomorrow. I’mworried.” All of Ben’s emergency plans involved running away, if Eddie couldn’trun…

He’d think of a different plan, they would all be safe. He’dmake sure of it.

“Well, we can stay here till he gets better then, a coupledays isn’t too much of an ask. We’ve stayed in places for longer.” Ben nodsslowly, feeling slightly off about the whole thing. He glanced over at whereRichie and Eddie were cuddled up, Eddie crying with laughter as Richie told a storyusing the flashlight – it was a gross waste of battery power but it was worthit to see tears of happiness rather than pain in Eddie’s eyes.

“I hope you’re right.” He said, “I love you Bev. I’m solucky to have you” Bev smiled, rolling over to smile up at Ben, she sat up andpulled him into a soft slow kiss, flipping Richie off when she heard him wolfwhistle.

“You’re never getting rid of me, wherever you go I go darling,”she said against his lips, “You’re an amazing leader. After bill… I didn’tthink any of us would last a week. I’m the lucky one here.”

Ben laughs and just savours the moment holding her close. Hetries not to let his mind wander. Not to let the fear seep in. He’d taken somuch for granted, bikes, the park, books, being outside, wandering around aloneon a beautiful night. None of that could happen now. But this, he and Bev. Theywere forever.

Ben had no clue where he would be right now if she wasn’t byhis side.

 Ben woke up to screaming. He instantly jumped into action.Still half asleep, hazy, he pulled Bev close and got to his feet yielding hisbaseball bat like a sword. Mike was up and fighting away the zombies  with the long bench while Stan jabbed then inthe head with his make-shift spear whilst Richie was carrying a hyperventilatingEddie to the door at the back.

Plan, plan, he neededa plan

Eddie can’t run. Can’trun, can’t run was ringing through his head

Eddie couldn’t run, so Plan A was dashed. The zombies camethrough his back-up exit, so no Plan B.

Plan C, as horrible as it was, Plan C was his only option

His mind was made within a moment. He kissed Bev on the headsoftly before nudging her towards the direction Richie ran in. She got the message,nodding at him before taking off and helping Richie get Eddie to safety.

He ran towards Mike and Stan, using his spiked bat to killas many zombies as eh could. He got enough to give them a bit of breathing roombefore pulling back and calling for them to follow him into the back room. Theylocked the auditorium doors and ran into the dance studio. Everyone waspanting, and the tension in the room was heavy. They had no clue how long that doorwould hold.

“Plan,” Ben starts, even though everyone is listeningattentively anyways, “we only have two available exits; one is through those doorsand down the hall but it goes into an opening was too big to run throughsafely, zombies would get us before we left the school grounds. The other isthe car park, but between here and there is a large glass wall, the zombieswill see you so we need to be careful. Richie and Mike, I need you to take Eddiein to the hallways and help him out to the back door and wait. Bev and Stan youescape through the front, hot wire a car from the carpark and bring it round.Make sure its big enough.” For five,Ben didn’t add.

He laid down the plan flatly and everyone nodded taking noteof their parts, everyone except for Stan.

Stan had always been too smart for his own good

“What about you, Ben?” he asked, already knowing the answerand Ben drops his eye contact for a moment.

“You and Bev will need a diversion and Eddie needs time.”

“Ben, no,” Eddie breathes softly the gears finally clickingin the heads of the losers, Ben gives him a soft smile. He catalogues the lookson everyone’s  faces, Mike looks grim buthe doesn’t complain, he understands. Richie’s clutching Eddie tightly, he lookslike he wants to speak but he bites his lip – he knew his usual comic reliefcouldn’t do anything to lessen the sadness of this situation. Eddie looks onthe verge of tears and Stan is just frowning, almost like he wants to argue butunderstand that they have no time.

He doesn’t look at Bev.

“Don’t worry about me, Eddie. You three need to head off,now,” Eddie has to be dragged out of the room, tears streaming down his face ashe fought Richie in a way that must have been hell on his wound.

“Ben, don’t do it!” he whispered and Ben feels his hearthurt. He didn’t want t hurt anyone, he was doing this so everyone would live.Mike gives him a respectful nod before they leave and Richie mouths ‘thank you’but his eyes say so much more.

Ben watches then go and turns back to face Bev. And Bevlooks pale, so, so pale.

“I’m going with you,” she whispers, “Stan knows how to hotwire a car. He can fend for his fucking self. There like 20 dead shits outthere.” Ben just laughs and laughs, stepping closer to her.

“Fuck no,” he breaths, the swear word shocking her and takingeffect. He never swears. Swearing was reserved for certain moments, horrifyingmoments when no other words in the English language could properly get him messageacross.

He reaches her and pulls her in close wishing this wasn’tthe end, wishing he had more time to just explain, but he doesn’t. He kissed herforehead in a half-apology but she just made a scorned noise, having none ofthat as he pulled him in to press a bruising kiss to his lips, breathingharshly when she pulls away. She crying, Ben realises.

“No sobs dear, the zombies will hear you,” he pleaded,wiping her cheeks

“shut up you asshole.” He gripped his wrist tight enough tobruise. She hoped they would “what happened to wherever you go, I go? How dareyou do this to me!” Ben sighed sadly.

“I’m not going to let you die. That’s just not happening.”He replied flatly, “I would do anything for you. I would cross desserts, climbmountains and soar over oceans to get to you. Having you, even if our time togetherIs over made me the luckiest man to ever life. So I will be damned if I just rolloverand let you die now. You’re following the plan, Bevvy, if I have to get Stan tocarry you out I will.” Bev looked back like she had forgotten the other boy waseven there. She turned back, fresh tears falling now. The expression on herface eluded that she wasn’t sure she could ever stop.

“After, once you’ve distracted them, you’re meeting us at thatback door. You’ll follow through.” She states. It’s not a question. Ben nods

“I’ll make it out, I’ll follow through,” he says, they bothknow it’s a lie.

He head to the door, not looking back as Stan herds Bev awaybut he hears her stifled sobs as he steps into the hallway. He places his handon the auditorium door handle and take a deep breath.

“see you soon bill,” he whispers and eases it open.

[sunshinereddie]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8Q3egam/

this is is vine-esque, and it’s so stan/bev and richie

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8QcorBr/

and this is Richie @ Benverlys wedding vibes

(i could spend forever associating vines with the losers also :/ they’d have been popular on vine for sure in a modern setting, anyway sorry i’m rambling)

YESSSS THE FIRST ONE OMG that is definitely them,, they get high together and go for a walk and this happens 100%, mans who bumps his head is defs richie

AND THE WEDDING ONE YES even on his best friends’ wedding richie always has to be the centre of attention and i love him for it

they absolutely WOULD be popular on vine!!!!! the losers club is already pure chaos and they would make the funniest vines like they would make up so many of the vines in those “iconic vine compilation” videos

THANKS FOR THE ASK :D

[kaspbrak-tozier-reddie]

I Swear, Bill

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of suicide, mentions of blood, slight mentions of Reddie and Benverly

Requests opened

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It was a normal night, Patty was finishing up dinner and Stanley was doing a puzzle in light of stimulating his mind.

As he went to place a piece into place, his phone buzzed on the glass table, scaring him. It was an unknown number from Maine. “Hello, this is Stanley Uris.” Stan answered.

“Stan it’s Michael Hanlon from Derry.” The unknown caller responded.

Stan’s mind tried to recall, Derry? Where had I - oh. Oh shit!

“Mike, Oh My God! It’s been what 30 years? What’s up man?!”

“27 actually. But unfortunately it’s not good news.”

Stan almost immediately dropped the phone once he hung up. He had a good life, he didn’t want to return. He had a wife, a good job, a lovely house, wealthy. Why would he want to go back to that ghastly place?! Sure there was some great memories, the Losers, the quarry, Bill. But the bad outweighed the good.

Pennywise

Pennywise was back and terrorising Derry?! Stan couldn’t give two shits about it but this was a chance to see his friends.

“Patty, I’m just going to have a shower.” Stan called to his wife, while he was half way up the stairs.

He turned the tap, for the bath, on and got out a razor blade. He didn’t want to but everything that was coming back to him pushed on his mind. It was overwhelming but then he thought back to Bill.

“Oh lord! I’m just as stupid as fucking Richard!” Stan whispered to himself. He placed the razor blade back where he found it and simply just had a bath. “I swear, Bill. I’ll come back.”

**

It was a 2 day trip for Stan. He knew he missed the happy reunion before the bullshit that was to follow.

Stanley pulled up at the only inn in town. It was maybe just as old as he was as it was a newish inn back when he was a kid and now here it was 27 years later. The paint was chipping and asbestos was obviously laced in with the paint. Great, he thought, I’ll probably have cancer from breathing that shit in. Maybe Eddie is also freaking out, he was a hypochondriac afterall.

He checked into a room and walked up the stairs only to hear screams. He ran up and was faced with a bleeding Eddie, a Beverly who looked like she was about to pass out, a Richie who was concerned for his life long crush (literally) and was pissed off at whoever did that to Eddie and Ben who had no clue what happened.

“Stan?!” Ben asked.

“Oh my god Stan! We thought you weren’t coming!” Bev chimed.

“Yeah yeah hi Stanley Urine, it’s great to see you again but can we focus on Eddie who was almost fucking killed!” Richie huffed.

“Ah, still the same old pining Trashmouth.” Stan retorted.

“What?!” Eddie demanded, confused with what Stan had said.

“Been a day and you still haven’t told the fella.” Richie was about to throw hands at Stan’s comment. “Gee Rich thought you got some balls after you kissed him at graduation and asked him out!” Richie removed himself from Eddie and was about to hit Stan but Bev and Ben stepped in between them.

“You’re one to talk. What happened with you and Bill? Never told him your feelings?”

Stan recoiled and walked in shame towards his room.

He loved Patty, she was great. She was everything he ever wanted. Even though she didn’t cook often, she was a fantastic chef. But then there was Bill.

Stan’s heart pounded whenever he saw Bill’s photo in a bookshop advertising his latest book. He always wondered why Bill looked familiar and now he knows.

Stan realised his crush on the ringleader back in senior year of high school. It was only minor at first and thought it was just one of those man crush things that will pass.

But as time went on, Stan was turning down girls left right and centre in hopes that Bill would notice him.

Sure enough graduation came and Stan worked up the courage to finally tell Bill but Bill had gotten himself a girlfriend a few weeks prior.

He had watched Ben and Bev kiss while getting their robes. Bill kiss his new girlfriend during Stan’s valedictorian speech. And finally Richie kiss Eddie deeply during the hat toss.

He could’ve sworn that Richie and Eddie got together and same with Ben and Bev but clearly that never happened. Or maybe it did but the further away they got from Derry the more they forgot.

As Stan forgot about Bill, he found himself saying yes to more dates and finally settled on a nice woman in his final year of college and married her 4 years after. No other man was as attractive as Bill was back when they were in high school. Or maybe it was just a man crush.

A knock on the startled him, making him jump a little. “Stan, we’re going to Neibolt.” Ben said, “Bill’s gone there already.”

“Okay.” Stan called back.

He had to quickly get his shit together before going. He had to be in the right mind to face tge blasted clown.

*

As they all walked to Neibolt, Stan got massive anxiety. Flashbacks of the 7 of them standing in front of the boarded up abandoned house. “Eddie, do you have the asthma puffer still?” Stan asked.

“No.” Eddie replied, “all I’ve got is an empty one that I’m throwing in as part of the ritual.”

“I have his spare.” Richie replied. Eddie watched as Richie handed Stan the inhaler.

“Did you make a stop at the pharmacy to get that?!”

“No, I’ve held onto it after high school. I couldn’t part with it, I never knew why.” Richie shrugged. The spare puffer had no expiration date but it’s ingredients proved that it would never go off. So Stan took a few puffs.

“Oh my god! Just admit your feelings to each other!” Stan yelled.

Eddie and Richie looked at each other in horror. It wasn’t a secret that they liked each other and Stan’s birdwatching hobby and attention to detail (his OCD in other words) helped him realise the signs. The signs that Richie and Eddie liked each other. It was also the same with Ben towards Bev and in the end Beverly to Ben.

“Bill you don’t have to do this alone!” Bev stated as soon as they reached the gate.

“You guys didn’t have to come. I want to kill this fucking clown!” Bill huffed. Classic Bill, always the hero.

“He didn’t stutter once.” Richie muttered like he had 27 years prior. “Bill. You made us walk through shitty water, you punched me in the fucking face when we were kids. You also made me beat the living shit outta the clown to save your sorry ass!”

“We’re killing this motherfucking clown once and for all, with you!” Eddie finished.

The 7 grown adults entered the building. It was worse than Stan remembered. There was dark green goop everywhere coming from upstairs. Parts of the stairwell were gone as were some of the floor.

Richie had said something to the whole group but Stan was too caught up in his regret to hear it. Just like it was back in the day, he didn’t want to go in. He didn’t want to go down into the sewers. The only time he voluntarily went into the house was when Eddie, Richie and Bikl were attacked which led to a fight between Richie and Bill because of Eddie almost bejng killed.

As the group went down the well, 1 by 1, Stan tried to regain his courage he had when he left his home. He knew that if he didn’t find it soon, he’d be killed in a heartbeat.

He watched as Bill stopped walking for a split second, so that he could walk with Stan. “You didn’t have to Bill.” Stan whispered.

“I wanted to, besides you weren’t there last night.” Bill retorted. “Tell me what you got up to.”

“Well, I became an accounted, I married a wonderful woman and have a beautiful house. You?”

“I became a writer and I married Audra.” Bill said. So that was the girl that Bill started seeing in high school. Great! “But I’m not happy.”

“What?! Bill?”

“I love Audra but there’s always been someone else that I’ve loved. He’s a renown birdwatcher but I don’t know if he still is. He had this lovely dirty blonde hair that could pass off as brown in certain lighting.”

“Bill I -” Stan was cut off by seeing a rise in the water levels. It was bare back when they defeated the clown the first time.

Stan stood back as he watched all the others swim towards the mound of wood in the centre of the sewer. But Bev was pulled under, Stan’s instincts kicked in and he dove after Bev as did everyone but Eddie.

*

After the ritual failed and everyone came back together aftrr facing their fears. Well Bev, Ben, Richie and Eddie. Richie was put into the deadlights. “Hey asshole!” Eddie screamed, he aimed a fence post, that Bev had broken off, and threw it into the clown’s mouth.

Richie dropped but Stan knew what woukd happen and by the look on Richie’s face, he knew too.

Next thing Stan knew, he was bolting towards Eddie, pushing him off Richie and moving the two men away just as the claw from the clown’s spider like body came down. Richie escaped with a small puncture to his forearm but he too was safe.

“We need to make him small.” Eddie said. “He could resize himself but we need to find a way to make him small and weak.”

“He didn’t like it when I called him a ‘sloppy ass bitch’.” Richie noted.

“You’re just a clown! Nobody fucking likes you! You’re a motherfucking loser!” Stan started screaming. More and more insults left his mouth, none of the losers could say much as they watched Stan’s confidence grow.

Richie ripped off a leg and started wacking Pennywise with it. As Pennywise deflated, Bill grabbed the supernatural being’s heart and popped it. IT shattered and the walls started collapsing.

*

They all ran far from the Neibolt house and down to the Quarry. “Before we go in, I’d like to show you all something.” Richie announced. They all followed him to the kissing bridge, not too far from where they were.

There in big block letters was a ‘R + E’ the E was faint but there. Stan watched on and looked at Bill, but wasn’t smiling at what was happening, his face was pulled in a frown.

“Bill?” Stan questioned.

“Audra ... she uh. She was taken by IT.” Bill started. “They found her car at the gas station in town, and her uh, her body looked as though someone had eaten her heart.”

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry Bill!” Stan hugged his best friend.

“Yeah but um, seeing that Richard has gotten his confidence. I feel like I should tell this man.”

“Dude your wife has just died!”

“I know but I was still going to tell this man and divorce Audra.” Stan was slightly uncomfortable, he knew Bill was talking about him but he loved Patty. Although any feeling that Stan had towards Bill, wasn’t completely gone.

“Bill I’m married and so are you, technically.”

Stan quickly caught up to the others who were waiting for Stan and Bill to show up so they could jump as a group.

“You okay?” Mike asked.

“No, Bill admitted his feelings towards me but we’re both married and I don’t want a divorce.” Stan admitted.

“For godsake! You wanted him throughout all of senior year.” Ben said.

“We get it, you love Patty but you love Bill.” Richie said.

“Choose who makes you happy. Don’t listen to these dickwads.” Eddie stated.

His first thought as he pulled out the razor was Bill. The first person he mentally apologised to was Bill. The person he was most excited to see was Bill. As much as he loved Patty, she was way down the list of people he was apologising to.

In fact she wasn’t on the list at all! On his mental apology list was first Bill (his crush), then Richie (his first ever best friend), Eddie (his second best friend) and then Ben, Bev and Mike who later followed in the Summer of ’89.

As Bill finally entered the clearing of the cliff, Stan kissed him. He knew who made him happy and as much as he wanted it to be Patty, Bill was there for him in his moments of need. Much like Richie for Eddie.

“You’re my Richie to my Eddie.” Stan said to Bill, loud enough for the Losers to hear. Bill cracked a smile and kissed him again.

“Oh good lord! I’m offended!” The Trashmouth said fakely and placed a hand over his heart.

“Beep, beep, Richie.” Eddie said. “We jumping or what?!”

[eddie-boii]

Never Let You Go (part 7/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Teen and up (may change). Language.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding. Here’s some Trashstack friendship for the soul.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

*

Tomorrow was the big day. It still hadn’t quite registered with Richie, that tomorrow two of his best friends would be getting married. It seemed like Bev had only just asked him to be her man of honour and then he’d blinked and suddenly the Losers - plus Audra and Patty - were checking into the fancy-as-fuck hotel where the reception would be held, and Ben and Bev were assigned separate rooms until the wedding had taken place, and Stan was running around with a headset trying to make sure the caterers would arrive on time and the flower displays were the ones they ordered and a bunch of other crap Richie stayed the hell out of for the sake of his sanity. Weddings seemed stressful as fuck, and Richie decided then and there that if he was ever going to get married, it would be while drunk as fuck in Vegas with only the Losers present and probably a shitty Elvis impersonator ordaining the whole thing.

“Your rooms are already booked,” said Stan, taking a short break from yelling into his headset. “Just give your name at reception.” He waved them over to the desk and went back to arguing with someone about the colour of the tablecloths.

Richie waited for Patty to collect hers and Stan’s keys, which took a few minutes as she was happily chatting with the receptionist about what kind of birds could be found in the area, and Richie smiled to himself because Stan really deserved someone like her in his life.

“Sorry, love, I won’t keep you waiting,” Patty said, blushing slightly as she remembered there was a queue behind her. She shuffled out of the way and went to chat with Audra and Bev, who seemed thrilled to have other women to talk to, and Richie moved up to the desk and gave the receptionist a smile.

“Richie Tozier,” he said.

“Richard?” the receptionist asked and Richie nodded. “Yes, I have you booked in for room 3b with Mr Edward Kasbrak.”

Richie, in a moment of pure elegance, started choking on air, and Eddie, who had been standing right behind him, shoved his way up to the desk.

“Excuse me? Why are we not in separate rooms?” he hissed, face red.

The receptionist looked a little frightened which Richie couldn’t blame her for; anyone not used to Eddie’s frequent tirades had a right to be terrified of how intense he could be.

“Um… I’m sorry, sir, but it was requested when the rooms were booked…”

“Stanley,” Richie growled, because who else would refer to him as ‘Richard’ when booking a room. “Stanley!” he shouted this time, turning to glare at his friend who only pointed to his headset and mouthed ‘Can’t talk, I’m on the phone,’ even while grinning gleefully at him. Richie flipped him off then turned back to the receptionist, trying to relax his face into a polite smile. “Do you have any other rooms available?”

The receptionist turned to her computer and clacked away at her keyboard, but frowned and shook her head. “I’m sorry, sir, we’re all booked up.”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose and it looked like it was taking all of his energy not to start screaming or at least run across the room and punch Stan in the face. “Are there at least two beds?” he said, voice hoarse.

“Just the one king-sized bed, I’m afraid,” the receptionist said. She looked terrified and Richie quickly put himself between her and Eddie to shield her from the waves of anger he was currently radiating.

“We’ll just take the key, thanks.”

The receptionist breathed a sigh of relief before passing over the keycards and Richie dragged Eddie away.

“Dude, it’s fine,” Richie said, trying to be reassuring even though internally he was screaming. “We used to share a bed whenever you slept over at my house, remember?”

“When we were kids,” hissed Eddie.

“It’s just for tonight,” said Richie. “Tomorrow night one of us can steal Ben or Bev’s room after they hitch up together.”

Eddie ran a hand down his face and groaned. “Okay, but we’re stealing all the complementary shit.”

“Of course.”

“And we’re murdering Stan.”

“I couldn’t do that to Patty,” Richie cried, putting a hand to his forehead dramatically.

“If we play our cards right, we can get her to help us,” said Eddie.

“You’re right,” said Richie, “but let’s wait until after the wedding.”

“Deal.”

They dropped their belongings off in their room and Richie stole both the pillow chocolates while Eddie inspected every inch of the room for germs or safety risks. Thankfully, the bed was big enough to fit every one of the Losers, and Richie doubted they’d even brush hands in the night. Then again, he seemed to remember that as kids, Eddie had always been a cuddly sleeper, always seeking out warmth, and Richie had woken up after many a sleepover with Eddie attached to him like a koala. He wondered if Eddie had changed at all.

They met back up with the Losers soon afterwards for dinner in the grand dining hall, and Richie was tempted to tell Bill and Mike that Stan was trying to meddle with their bet, but he was too caught up in devouring the delicious food. They stayed seated around the table long after the last morsels had been finished, chatting away as easily as they always had, and Richie was thrilled with a new audience of Audra and Patty to tell all his old jokes to and embarrass his friends with childhood stories. As it turned out, they had a few embarrassing tales of Bill and Stan of their own, and Richie listened raptly, silently adding the stories to his internal blackmail list.

Once the sky outside was freckled with starlight, they excused themselves to head to bed, wanting to get a good night’s sleep before the big day. Richie wasn’t tired just yet, so decided to explore the hotel, a mighty thing that was probably over a hundred years old, full of grand staircases and fancy paintings and probably a bunch of secret passageways. Richie wandered outside to the grounds, hands tucked deep in his pockets for warmth against the frigid air. The garden was a spectacle all on its own, with hedges neatly trimmed into animal sculptures and framed in moonlight, and an impeccably groomed lawn that stretched on for miles, the blades of grass shimmering gently in the breeze. And huge fountain stood at the centre, the water frozen over in midair and twinkling like diamonds under the starlight, and woodland bordered the lawn, pine trees towering over everything like silent guardians. He wondered how it would all look in the spring with flowers blooming in the flowerbeds and the fountain flowing freely, the water sparkling in the sunshine.

He made his way over to one of the benches that sat against the hotel wall facing the grounds and found it was already occupied.

“How you doing there, Haystack?” Richie greeted, taking a seat beside Ben who was fidgeting with a piece of paper in his hands. “Pre-wedding jitters?”

Ben gave him a shaky smile and nodded, folding up the piece of paper and slipping it into his jacket pocket. “Any minute now, I feel like I’m gonna wake up and realise this has all been a dream.”

“Long ass dream,” Richie commented. He leaned over and pinched Ben’s arm and grinned when he yelped. “Nope, you’re not dreaming!”

“Still hard to believe,” said Ben, rubbing his arm where Richie had pinched him. “If you went back in time and told thirteen-year-old Ben he’d be marrying Beverly Marsh, he would not have believed you.”

“If you went back in time and told little Ben he’d end up looking hotter than the Hemsworth brothers, he wouldn’t have believed you either, but here you are.”

“He wouldn’t know who the Hemsworth brothers were,” Ben laughed.

“Hotter than, uh...” Richie shrugged. “I dunno, who’s the hottest New Kids on the Block guy?”

“They’re all equally hot, I can’t choose,” Ben said, shaking his head solemnly.

“You’d go for an orgy, huh?”

Ben snorted and nudged Richie affectionately. “Shut up.”

Richie grinned and nudged him back. “Seriously, man, you’re gonna be fine. You and Bev are meant to be, trust me.”

“It’s still so surreal,” said Ben gazing up at the stars wistfully. “I’ve been in love with her since we were kids. Can you imagine-” He stopped short, glancing at Richie. “I mean-” He coughed - “It’s just- It’s just like a dream come true, really. That’s all.”

“I can imagine,” said Richie quietly. He was staring down at his shoes but didn’t miss the surprised look Ben sent his way. He cleared his throat before looking up at Ben once more and giving him a grin he hoped looked genuine. “You’re a lucky guy.”

Ben just looked at him, his eyes soft and brows furrowed slightly in concern, then he edged closer to Richie and took his hand. “Listen, man, if you ever wanna talk, I’m here.”

“Oh, I’m just fine, Benjamin,” Richie said with false cheer. “This is your big day!”

But Ben didn’t relent. “Seriously,” he said softly. “The other’s joke about it, I know. They think it’s just a crush. But I- I know.”

That gave Richie pause. “You do?” he said, his voice coming out hoarser than he meant it to.

“Remember after we beat Pennywise and Eddie was hurt?” said Ben, and Richie nodded because he couldn’t possibly forget. It had been the worst time of his life. “You pulled him out of there and we had to drag you to the Quarry while he was in intensive care so we could clean up a bit and you just- You just started crying.” He paused, squeezing Richie’s hand a little tighter, and Richie just stared fixedly at the ground trying to suppress the emotions from that day that were trying to claw their way back up. “That,” said Ben. “That’s exactly how I would’ve reacted if- If it had been Bev.” He swallowed tightly as if the mere thought of Bev getting hurt caused him pain.

“You love him,” said Ben softly. It wasn’t a question, but Richie nodded anyway. “As long as I’ve loved Bev?”

“Longer, bitch, I’ve got you beat,” said Richie, trying for his usual humour except it came out as half a sob. “Shit,” he said, dragging his free hand down his face. “This is so stupid. I’m like a fucking school girl.”

“You’re not stupid, Rich,” said Ben. He smiled gently, always so soft and sincere. “You’re a lovesick fool, just like me.”

“Same thing,” Richie snorted. “But you can’t talk, you got her in the end.”

“Who says you won’t get Eddie?” said Ben.

Richie snorted again. “Look at you, and then at me. Hot Brazilian soccer player versus weird hobo who can never shut up. You could’ve gotten anyone you wanted.”

“I don’t think Bev likes me just for my looks,” said Ben. “At least I hope not. And I don’t think Eddie’s cares either. And shut up, you’re attractive! In like… and unconventional sense.”

“Thanks, man.”

“You know what I mean.” Ben nudged him again, grinning. “Personally, I think you’re just Eddie’s type. And I know he likes you.”

“Oh yeah?” said Richie. “And how come you’re so sure?”

Ben smiled softly again, his eyes twinkling brightly in the starlight and his expression so open and sincere. “Because he looks at you the way I used to look at Bev.”

Richie gaped at him, witty retort stuck on his tongue. He stammered, flustered, then shoved Ben away slightly, extracting his hand from his grip. “Yeah fucking right, Haystack. You just wanna win whatever bet you have with the others.”

“I never took that bet,” said Ben. He smiled at the surprised look Richie gave him. “I’m rooting for you no matter what you decide, Trashmouth. Whatever makes you happy.”

“You’re too good for this world, Benny-boy,” said Richie. “You’re gonna make a disgustingly wonderful husband.”

“I hope so,” Ben said. “She deserves the whole world.”

“Seriously gonna vomit,” Richie warned and Ben just laughed at him.

They sat there in companionable silence for a while, just gazing up at the stars until Richie figured his nose was gonna drop off from frostbite if he stayed outside any longer and he dragged Ben in with him, telling him to get a good nights sleep for the big day tomorrow.

Richie made his way back to his room a little apprehensively - Eddie would blow up if he got woken up - but he found the room empty. He checked his phone to find some texts from Eddie he’d missed while out with Ben. 

[10:23] Spaghetti <3: Don’t wait up

[10:23] Spaghetti <3: Staying with Bev tonight

Richie’s stomach filled with something akin to disappointment which was ridiculous; he’d spent his whole adult life not sharing a bed with Eddie and it wasn’t as though something would happen even if he was. He refused to let his disappointment show, even to himself, and sent a quick reply to Eddie.

[11:39] Richie: Sleeping with the bride on her wedding night?? How scandalous!

[11:40] Spaghetti <3: Shut the fuck up trashmouth

Richie smiled to himself at Eddie’s quick, ever-annoyed response. 

[11:41] Richie: Nighty night Eds

[11:42] Spaghetti <3: Night Rich

[11:42] Spaghetti <3: Don’t call me that

Richie tossed the phone on his nightstand. It was probably a good thing he had the room to himself; he’d probably be up all night having a gay panic with Eddie sleeping next to him and end up looking like a complete zombie on the wedding day. And besides, this meant he had the whole bed to himself. Room to stretch out without Eddie koala-clinging to him in the middle of the night. He definitely hadn’t missed that. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

*

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[zombiemaids]

(banging pots and pans together) benverly on valentines day

ben uses some of his savings to buy her a small box of chocolates. he agonises over what to pick since he doesn’t know what she likes best (caramel? dark? coffee? white truffles with a cherry centre?) he gets them from the fancy store downtown where they ask if he wants a label writing. he declines, and puts them in the fridge when he gets home, taking care to not squash them in between the reat of the food.

valentine’s day rolls around and ben gets up extra early to pack. he remembers he forgot to buy a card, and quickly rummages through the emergency (because this is an emergency) box of cards to find one. it’s pink and red with glitter and a kitten on the front, and he practices his message on some paper before finally writing ‘dear valentine, save the best ones till last. love from, your secret admirer.’

he then slaps himself when he realises all the chocolates are the same.

he carefully makes sure the little bag of candy won’t get squished before setting off to school.

ben manages to avoid henry and his minions for the entire day and plans to put the chocolate and card on beverly’s locker. unfortunately, his science class is let out late and he misses his window. he realises he will have to give them to her in person.

this realisation fills him with equal parts joy and terror.

ben sets out down the steps and spots beverly sitting underneath a tree, alone. she’s stubbing a cigarette on the bark, which makes him wince a little, but he lets it go as fast as it came. he takes a big breath and starts walking over and when he’s stood over her she looks up.

he expects beverly to ignore him or make some sassy comment but her face lights up in a big genuine smile and she says, “hey, ben!”

he goes red to his ears when he hears her say his name and actually zones out for a second until she gently says, “you gonna stand there all day?”

ben did have a plan that involved being smooth but he blurts out “h-happy valentine’s day!” and practically throws the card and chocolate on her. he then cringes when he realises he’s probably ruined any future interaction with her forever.

there’s a silence as beverly slowly looks over the candy and the card, opening the envelope by running her finger under the flap and smoothing it out carefully so it doesn’t crease or tear, and she opens the card and reads it through, and she pulls open the bag of chocolates and rolls one of the little red foil-wrapped candies in her fingers.

and then after what seems like an age she stands up and ben gasps because her eyes are brimming with tears and he thinks she’s going to cuss him out for being a dumb idiot or something but then she kisses him and everything is perfect in that one singular moment

it’s a gentle sweet kiss but there’s genuine love and meaning and when she pulls away she giggles and goes “it wouldn’t be fair of me to not share this with a loved one on valentine’s day” and ben nearly whoops in joy

they walk home holding hands and when henry yells at them from the trans-am she roars back at him and he slides back through the window like “wtf” and ben is so heart-eyes

i love benverly

[richiestoziers]

no one admits this, but the reason benverly is slept on is because they're not gay. i don't think i've seen one fic centred around them.

i feel its more that bens fat and no one pays attention to fat people even when they try to act like they do!! and that its canon and has a lot of natural canon resources as opposed to the other ships but the fandom does tend to ignore them 

[kaspbrak-tozier-reddie]

hey! could you do stozier for “you burn me” quote?

Here’s some Stozier, no Pennywise. All are 18

Pairings: Stozier with a side of Benverly, hanbrough and a pining Eddie. 

Warnings: Underage drinking

Send me a quote and I’ll write a fic based on the quote 

(Doing this for any IT ship, rules: here)

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It is Summer before the Losers’ freshman year of college and they all want to make the most of it before they all go their separate ways. Well except for Richie and Stan who managed to get into Yale together, not to mention a dorm room. The lot of them sit in a circle on the floor of the barn at Mike’s grandpa’s farm. Sure it stinks of manure and animals but it was quiet and away from any form of civilisation (the house mainly). Mike had started a controlled fire in a vertically cut metal drum that sits on metal legs in the centre of the Losers Club’s circle.

“I just remembered that I brought over some alcohol,” Beverly states getting up from her spot on the concrete floor and moving over to the fridge where she had piled in bottles upon bottles on beer, vodka, schnapps and lemonade (for mixing purposes). 

She grabs as many beers as she could carry and passes them round to the boys. “I’ll get the vodka out later.” She says, before she passes a bottle to Eddie, she asks, “do you want me to grab the schnapps, Eddie?” 

“No no, it’s fine,” Eddie says, nobody knows of his and Richie’s late-night drinking sessions one Saturday of every month. He knows that that is going to be one of many things he’s going to miss about Richie.

While Eddie is pining over Richie, Richie is pining over Stanley. Though the feeling is mutual between the two; unknown to both Richie and Stan. With Stan sitting on his right and Eddie on his left, he is torn with who to tease first. If he starts with Stan, everyone will know that something is up, especially Stan.

“What’s shaka lackin’ Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie asks tussling Eddie’s perfectly styled hair.

“Cut it out, Richie! Has the alcohol already affected your brain?” Eddie shrieks, knocking Richie’s hand away. Richie recoils and leans into Stan, face buried in his chest.

“Eddie’s mad at me,” Richie fake whimpers into Stan’s chest.

“Get off me, Richie!” Stan says pushing Richie off him but doesn’t shy away from the blush that’s starting to grow on his face.

“Bev -” Richie begins only to be cut off by a simultaneous…

“BEEP BEEP RICHIE!” 

Richie sculls the whole bottle of beer in absolute sorrow and gets up to grab another. 

****

A couple of hours later, Bev pulls out the vodka and the peach schnapps (for Eddie). Now is the perfect time for drinking games and so Bev goes with ‘never have I ever’ since they had played truth or dare at their last sleepover a couple of weeks ago. Richie sneaks a glance at Stan who was leaning toward Richie, his left hand on the floor for balance. It doesn’t take much for Richie to seize the opportunity and leans towards Stan himself, their pinkies’ almost touching. 

“Never have I ever liked someone in this room?” Bev says and every single loser takes the shot. “No way!” Ben’s the only straight Loser and with Bev being the only girl… she squeals and immediately kisses poor, Ben who topples over from the force. Richie and Stan snicker.

“Okay Uris, Tozier, what’s funny?” The redheaded girl asks.

“Nothing,” the two boys respond.

“Why don’t the 5 of you share who you like,” Bev suggests, Richie and Eddie look at Bill, Mike looks at Stan. All of them shake their heads in horror. “Oh come on! It’ll add to the drama.”

Richie is sure he’s about to have a heart attack, he can’t tell Stan. “Rich, he likes you back. It’s obvious.” Ben says. “Don’t be a chicken.”

Stan is doing everything in his power to not tense or show any sort of reaction to Ben’s comment. Eddie too, Richie would see him tense or blush. Neither boy can react.

“Nope, not falling into peer pressure. Guess the lucky guy will never know,” Richie says. But with that being said, he still links his pinky to Stan’s. The movement is hidden from Bev and Ben, as well as Eddie but in full vision to Bill and Mike. The two boys look towards Stan and Richie’s joint hands and smirk knowingly to each other.

“Never have I ever been caught shoplifting?” Stan asks and if, on cue, Bev and Richie take a shot each.

“Oof, you burn me, Staniel,” Richie says removing his hand away from Stan’s and brings to his chest for dramatic effect.

“Didn’t know we were allowed to single people out,” Bill says. “In that case, never have I ever had a thing for the Trashmouth.” In both of Richie’s peripheral visions, he can see Eddie and Stan hesitantly take a shot. 

*

Not knowing what to do, Richie breaks into a run, running as far as his legs can carry him which is barely to his beaten-up truck, up at the house. He’s more unfit than he originally thought. 

He had pined for Eddie through middle school and up until Sophmore year when Eddie had introduced the Losers Club to his boyfriend. Richie was so heartbroken that he barely left the house, only ever leaving if he had school. After 3 months of getting over Eddie, he figured that Stan was pretty cute and had started to like him instead, plus they are both Jewish so that’s a plus.

“Richard!?” Stan and Eddie call from the bottom of the hill. The two struggle up the steep slope giving Richie ample time to make a getaway in the beaten up ute but he’s been drinking so driving is out of the question.

“What gives?” Eddie demands. Richie could feel an emotional trainwreck of a monologue forming in his head. Soon it comes running out of his mouth like an avalanche.

“Eds, I uh - I ran because I didn’t want to face you. I can’t face you knowing that you like me when I already like someone else. I was crushed when you had that boyfriend, I had my shot and I blew it but I had to get over you.” Richie takes a pause. “I like Stan now but you will always be my number 1 drinking buddy. This wasn’t how I planned this.

“But I uh, I was bamboozled by Bill. I’m sorry Stan, this wasn’t how it was gonna go and you were never meant to find out Eddie. I never wanted to break your heart, I wouldn’t have been able to live myself if I ruined our friendship, especially now when we all leave in a few days.” 

Richie starts to sob, he was hoping neither of them found out but his 2.5 years of pining for Stan? It was bound to come out at some point. But Eddie? Eddie was never supposed to know and now he does and Eddie sniffles which makes Richie breakdown further, bawling. Tears steamrolling down his pale face.

Stan doesn’t know what to do, at the same time he’s ecstatic that Richie chose him not Eddie but Eddie is still his best friend. He pulls the two crying boys into a hug, letting them cry on his shoulders.

“Richie, you could never ruin this friendship. I love you too much for that, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” Eddie laughs wiping the tears from his eyes. “You’re my best friend, almost like a brother. You were my first ever friend, Rich, don’t ever forget that.”

“ ‘course not spaghetti.” Richie brings Eddie in for one last hug.

“Seeing you cry makes me emotional, dipshit, don’t do that to me again, understand?”

“Ay, ay captain!” 

Stan can only laugh.

“And you,” Eddie turns to the birdwatcher, “you hurt my brother, you’ll be answering to me.”

The three of them start laughing before Eddie leaves to give the two some privacy. Even though it kills him, he happy that Richie is happy and now it’s his turn to move on.

*

“You okay?” Stan asks as he watches Eddie walk back into the barn.

“Yes and no. I hurt my best friend but I got the guy of my dreams,” Richie replies staring down at his shoes.

“Look if you don’t want to start a relationship yet, I comple-”

“Stop talking,” Richie interrupts and kisses Stan. Stan can taste the salty flavour on Richie’s lips from the tears that had been shed only moments ago. No matter how bad he felt about Eddie, Stan thoroughly enjoyed his new favourite drug, other than caffeine and alcohol, Richie. Richie’s lips have become Stan’s new drug and he is high on it. The couple of seconds that the kiss lasts is enough to have Stan hooked.

He feels Richie pull back and already he’s chasing and pulls Richie back in and pushes him against the tray of the truck. Richie pulls back and gets into the tray of the truck, Stan follows him and he’s immediately back on Richie’s lips. There’s a fire in the pit of his stomach and he’s hungry for more but Richie having a bit more control stops him. 

“Stan,” Richie breathed, trying his very best to catch his breath. “I want to start a relationship with you.”

“What about Eddie?” Stan asks.

“Stan, I’ll talk to him tomorrow, let’s just lay here and go to sleep under the stars.”

Richie opens the plastic box, that he had drilled into the tray, and pulls out a couple of cushions and blankets. 

[eddie-boii]

Never Let You Go (part 2/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Teen and up (may change). There’s much swearing but that’s about it atm.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

*

Summer was just leaning into fall when Beverly called on the combined forces of the Losers to help her pick out a wedding gown. Though Ben was absent for obvious reasons, it was nice for the majority of the group to all be together again, especially without the looming threat of a homicidal clown, and especially with Stanley joining them. White scars shone glaringly bright on his wrists whenever his sleeves rode up, but no one mentioned it. They were just glad he was alive and happy now.

They all piled into Beverly’s car, though there wasn’t that much room for them. Richie called shotgun and Eddie ended up having to sit half on Mike’s lap in the back, squeezed between him and Bill. He ranted about how dangerous it was for the most of the drive until Mike reminded him that he’d once crashed his car because he’d been on the phone and this definitely wasn’t as risky. 

They eventually arrived at a Bridal Store in the centre of the city, the kind of place so fancy that the champagne was complementary and the dresses sold cost more than a family home. It was hard to forget that Ben was a wealthy architect and Beverly formerly a highly successful fashion designer. Eddie wondered vaguely if her company had designed wedding dresses, but he figured she wouldn’t want anything to do with them considering what had happened between her and her ex-husband.

“This is… unusual.” The store attendant in the bridal boutique eyed the five middle-aged men flanking Beverly wearily. “I’m used to young, well, ladies aiding the bride in picking out a dress.”

Eddie opened his mouth to go off at her about gender stereotyping but Stanley pinched his arm to silence him and Beverly took control.

“They’re my boys,” she said, her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at the store attendant as if daring her to say anything else. “They’re here to help me pick out a dress.”

“Yeah and if you’ve got any dresses my size, too, that’d be swell,” added Richie with a wink.

The shop attendant gave him a partially horrified look before laughing awkwardly and turning away to lead them into the main part of the store. “Follow me, please.”

“I was being serious,” Richie whined and Stan rolled his eyes. Eddie just gave him an unamused glance though, honestly, he wouldn’t protest to seeing Richie in a dress, if only to take as many blackmail-worthy photos as possible.

“You know these dresses have been tried on before by dozens of women,” Eddie told Beverly as they walked to an open corner of the room full of wedding dress racks, mirrors and plush velvet seats. “So you’re not just trying on a dress, you’re trying on all those women’s sweat and bacteria.”

“Take a chill pill, Eduardo,” Richie said and Eddie scowled at him. “It’s not like you have to try them on.”

“I’m just saying-”

“I’ll be fine,” said Beverly. She gave Eddie a smile to show she was more amused than annoyed. “Contrary to what you may believe, human beings possess immune systems.” 

She moved away to view some dresses and Eddie grimaced as her hands brushed the most likely bacteria-laden fabric but he kept his mouth shut.

“Do you th-thh-think he’s going to explode,” he heard Bill whisper to Mike and he shot them both a glare, eliciting a few snickers and winks from the pair in response.

Beverly finally selected a few dresses and went off with the attendant to the dressing room, and Eddie took a seat on the nearest loveseat beside Stanley before promptly having to scooch over when Richie squeezed himself between them both. Eddie tried not to focus too much on the fact that their thighs were pressed closely together.

“There’s other seats, asshole,” he said, elbowing Richie. 

“Oh, but this is so cosy!” Richie grinned and slung his arms around the men either side of him. 

“You better have washed your fucking hands.”

“I washed them this morning just for you, Eddie-spaghetti.”

“You stopped to use the bathroom like ten minutes ago, you-”

“That’s it,” Stanley interrupted, extracting himself from Richie’s arm to perch on the couch arm beside Bill and Mike instead. “The sexual tension is too thick next to you two.”

Eddie felt his face go bright red and he ignored it, sticking his middle finger up at Stanley who just gave him his signature deadpan expression. Richie, for once, seemed to be stuck on what to say and settled on sticking his finger up at Stan too. He didn’t remove his arm from Eddie’s shoulder and Eddie didn’t make him.

He didn’t have to dwell on it for long before the attendant returned. 

“She’ll be through in just a moment,” she announced just before Beverly emerged from the changing room clad in a beautiful gown, fine white vines embroidered along the hem that glistened with the movement of fabric as she walked.

“Woah,” said Bill at the same time Mike said, “You looking gorgeous, Bev.”

Beverly smiled at them both before turning to frown at herself in the mirror. “I don’t know,” she said, chewing her lip. “Maybe I’ll just try on a few more.”

It ended up being more than a few, each just as beautiful than the last with a few garish ones possessing large bows or frills thrown in just for the Losers’ amusement. Beverly tried on dress after dress, the clock on the wall showing one hour had passed, then two, and the store attendant was looking more and more agitated.

“What’s wrong, Bev?” said Mike at last when Beverly was in danger of gnawing a hole into her own lip while she stared at her reflection.

“I don’t know. I-” She frowned at herself, brushing imaginary creases out of the current dress as if it would change anything. “None of them feel right.”

Mike stood to stand beside her, looking at her reflection with her. “How come?”

“I just-” Beverly frowned again. Her gaze was fixed on her sleeve, her fingers running over the white mesh that hung there as though it was more appealing than having to look at her reflection. “I’ve done all this before,” she said finally. “And it- It’s like it’s too familiar.”

Mike gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and she gave him a thankful smile though it didn’t linger for long on her face.

“Well, B,” said Richie. He stood from the couch and Eddie instantly felt cold without the warm figure beside him. Richie walked up to the mirror and stood on Beverly’s other side, him and Mike framed in the reflection like two bodyguards flanking her. “No one ever said you have to wear white.”

Beverly blinked at her reflection. “It’s a… tradition.”

“You have two maids of honour,” said Stanley, “who are both men.”

“Yeah, fuck tradition,” said Eddie. 

“You know you c-could turn up dressed like R-Rrr-Ronald McDonald and Ben would still think you were the mm-most beautiful woman in the world,” said Bill. 

“You could dress like fucking It and he’d still marry you,” said Richie. “Don’t do that though.”

“The guy’s got it bad,” Mike agreed.

Beverly swept one last look over her reflection, then turned to the rest of the men in the room. Her boys. 

“Fuck tradition,” she said, her mouth finally curving up into a genuine grin. “I’m gonna save a fucking fortune.”

The store attendant was not best pleased, to say the least, after spending two hours helping Beverly try on dresses only for her not to buy anything. But the bride wants what the bride wants, and the group left the store snickering at the look on the attendant's face. 

They let loose on the town, hitting far less classy stores, and Beverly tried on an assortment of colourful dresses that were just as gorgeous as the wedding gowns if not more so. These stores were probably even less sanitary than the bridal boutique, but Eddie watched Beverly’s gleeful face as she spun around in pretty dresses and persuaded Richie to try some on too so they could both parade dramatically down the store aisles as though they were catwalks, and he kept his mouth shut. And in the end, Beverly finally found that perfect dress, one that wasn’t remotely white but that made her glow all the more for it. She was stunning, and Eddie for one couldn’t wait to see her wear it on her wedding day, and the look on Ben’s face when he saw her walking down the aisle. 

*

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[eddie-boii]

Never Let You Go (Part 3/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Teen and up (may change). Strong language.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding. Here’s a dinner gathering including Stan that we were robbed of.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

*

“Time to place bets,” said Richie as the Losers - including Ben who they’d met with on the way back from shopping - stepped foot over the threshold of the restaurant. “How long ‘til we get kicked out of this place?”

“Ten minutes,” said Stanley.

“Harsh.”

“Five if you sit next to Eddie.”

Richie placed a hand over his heart in feigned offence. “You wound me.”

“He’s guh-got a point,” said Bill and Richie thumped his arm.

The waitress who met them at the door led the group to their reserved table in a private corner where they’d be least likely to disrupt other guests. It was so familiar, the Losers Club all taking their seats around a large round table to eat and laugh and catch up on each other’s lives after so long apart. But it was so different, too. They still had their memories, there was no weight of a malevolent entity resting in the air above them, and there were no seats left empty.

Stanley sat between Bill and Beverly, glasses perched on his nose as he scanned the menu. “So everything's on you, right Ben?” he said, looking up at his friend with a playful and slightly mischievous smile.

“You wish,” said Ben, flicking a crumb of complimentary bread at him. “I know for a fact every one of you is well off.”

“I vote Bill pays,” said Richie. “He’s just got that new hit book out. Bestseller. With an actually decent ending.”

“Fuck off,” said Bill, the corner of his mouth tilted up. “Didn’t you just get a contract for a rrr-r-radio show? If anyone’s paying, it's you, jackass.”

“That was supposed to be a big surprise!” Richie protested. “Now the big reveal I planned is ruined!”

“You’ll just have to think of something else,” said Mike. “Congrats anyway, man.”

“Let’s save the toasts ‘til we have drinks,” said Beverly, flagging down a waitress. 

“Do you have a gluten-free menu?” Eddie asked once the waitress had arrived.

“No fucking way are you hypoglycaemic too,” Richie snorted.

“No, but there have been studies to suggest gluten increases your risk of intestinal cancer-”

“That’s such bullshit.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you a doctor?”

“Three minutes,” said Stanley which shut them both up for the time being.

“Alright, I’ll need you to give the chef a list of my allergies,” Eddie said, returning to speaking with the waitress, the poor girl looking a little terrified under his intense expression. “It’s very important. I could realistically die.”

Richie listened to him ramble off a list of food items about a mile long and marvelled at how he had anything left to eat. He spoke so fast, so passionate about everything, his hands flying all over the place as he spoke, and Richie felt kind of bad for the waitress who was frantically trying to scribble everything down in her notebook, but Ben would no doubt give the girl an enormous tip to make up for everything, so he didn’t dwell on it much, just watched Eddie’s face as it cycled through about a million expressions.

“Richie?”

Richie blinked and looked up to see that another waitress had arrived to ease off some of the workload from the first, and the rest of the Losers were looking at him expectantly.

“Drinks?” Beverly prompted when Richie just stared at them all blankly.

“Shots!” said Richie instantly, clapping his hands together. If he was already getting distracted by Eddie, he sure as hell needed alcohol to get through the rest of dinner. 

“No way. You are at least staying semi-sober tonight,” said Beverly. “He’ll have a beer.”

Richie pouted at her but didn’t protest, and the waitresses finally went away. Drinks arrived, then food - a huge sharing platter of sushi - and the Losers slipped easily into comfortable conversation, laughing and joking and reminding each other of embarrassing moments from childhood, then catching up on their lives.

“So, Stan, you and the missus went on a trip with Mike, right?”

“Yeah, it was great until he tried to push me into the grand canyon.”

“That was an accident!”

“It so was not!”

Another round of beers came and went, empty bottles piling up in the centre of the table.

“So the divorce finally went through, Eds?”

“Yep.”

“Did your mom make it difficult?”

“Her name is Myra, and no, it was fine.”

“That easy?”

“We had a prenup. I’m a fucking risk analyst, you think I wouldn’t be prepared?”

The sushi plates emptied and the second-course was served. Richie finally persuaded Beverly to let him order shots and downed three in one go.

“So you two, like, got a dog? What’s its name?”

“She’s called Ember-”

“Is that after that fucking poem?!”

“That’s adorable.”

“I just threw up in my mouth you two are disgusting.”

“Shut up, Trashmouth.”

Once Richie was drunk enough that he lost any trace of verbal filter he may have possessed, the Losers inevitably turned the conversation on him.

“So about this radio show,” said Ben.

Richie was leaning his chair back on two legs precariously, eyes closed and smiling vaguely at the warm, full feeling in his chest, though whether it was being around his friends or just the surplus amounts of alcohol he wasn’t sure. “What about it?” he said, slurring the words a little.

“Come on, man, I know you’re dying to brag about it,” said Mike. “Why the big change?”

Richie tipped his chair back to all four legs and shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you guys. My manager booted me after I bombed my show and fucked off to my childhood home to do shit I couldn’t tell him about, so I ended up with a new guy who thinks I’d be a great radio personality.”

“Are you actually gonna do your own jokes?” said Eddie.

“You know what, Eddie-spaghetti? I am.” He waved his hands in the air vaguely. “Whole fresh start, ya know?”

“That’s great, Rich!” said Bill, leaning across the table to give Richie a friendly bump on the shoulder.

“Wait, wait,” said Stanley, “how come you weren’t writing your own jokes before?”

“Hey, it wasn’t like I didn’t try!” said Richie suddenly feeling a little sick and wishing he had listened to Beverly telling him not to drink so much. “My old manager just didn’t go for it.”

“How come?” said Ben.

Richie waved his hand and grunted. “I dunno, jj-just uh -” Shit he was really drunk. “It was a lot of, like, personal shit, ya know? Dude said no one would relate and it would flop I guess.”

“What kind of personal shit?” said Eddie who suddenly seemed a lot more attentive.

Richie swallowed. “Just- just shit.” He waved a hand again and suddenly became very aware that all the Losers were looking at him. “I- fuck.” He rubbed a hand down his face, dislodging his glasses, then grabbed a glass of water and splashed a little on his face. He was way too drunk to start talking about personal stuff, but here he was. “Guys, I gotta tell you something.”

“What’s up, man?” said Bill, concern clear on his brow. Damn that bastard for being such thoughtful friend.

“I, uh, shit.” Richie pressed his palms to his eyes to avoid looking at his friends, his glasses pushed up over his knuckles. “I’m, uh, I’m… How do I put this eloquently? Super fucking gay.”

The room was silent with just the lull of other customers in the background, and Richie lowered his hands just enough to peek through his fingers at his friends, a part of him expecting awkward silence, disgust, loathing… But they were all grinning.

“That’s great, man,” said Bill.

“Proud of you, Rich,” said Stan.

“Thanks for telling us, honey,” said Bev, squeezing his knee under the table.

Richie blinked at them. “You, uh, don’t seem surprised…” His friends glanced sheepishly at each other. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me you already knew!”

“Of course we didn’t know!” said Stanley. “You never told us, how could we know?”

“We suspected,” said Mike slowly. “A little…”

“You overcompensate a lot, man,” said Ben apologetically. 

“Way too many ‘your mom’ jokes,” agreed Eddie.

“Well, that’s just fucking great!” said Richie, throwing up his hands. “This shit’s been eating away at me for fucking years, I had that dumb fucking clown mocking me for it, and you’re telling me I was a fucking coward for nothing!”

“You're not a cuh-c-coward, Rich, you’re the b-bravest of us all,” said Bill, his expression one of utmost honestly. 

“No one can blame you after growing up in that crap-town,” said Stanley. “Be proud, Rich. You’re the first of us to openly say anything.”

“The first-” Richie repeated, then stopped, looking around at his friends with wide eyes as they all nervously fiddled with drinks and avoided eye contact. “Are you fucking telling me I don’t even get to be the token gay in the Losers Club?!”

“Oh, honey, this has always been more of a ‘token straight’ club,” said Beverly, nudging her thumb not-so-subtly at Ben.

“I was born this way, I can’t help it,” Ben shrugged.

“Seriously?” said Richie, looking at each of his friends in turn before his eyes finally landed on Eddie. “Et tu, Eduardo?” he said, part of him dreading the answer, whichever it may be.

Eddie glanced up at him, pulling that awkward white boy, no-lipped smile. “Why do you think I got a divorce?”

“Coz you married your fucking mom!” said Richie because this seemed obvious. 

“Other reasons, too,” said Eddie, acting way too interested in his glass of water. “We never, uh-” He coughed. “Never managed to… consummate anything.”

Richie gaped open-mouthed at him, then burst out laughing. “Holy fucking shit, Eds!” he exclaimed, tears in his eyes as the other Losers tried to hide their own snickers behind their hands. “Are you still a fucking virgin?”

“No, I’m not a fucking virgin you fucking asshole,” said Eddie, instantly back to his usual defensive self.

“Are you sure about that?”

“If anyone’s a fucking virgin here, it’s you, dickwad!”

“Just coz I managed to fuck your mom and you didn’t.”

“We just established you’re fucking gay and you’re still at it with the ‘your mom’ jokes?!”

“Guys, GUYS!” Beverly interrupted, having to shout just to be heard over their bickering. She held her glass aloft. “I propose another toast before we get kicked out again.”

“To you and Ben,” said Bill, raising his glass too.

“To leaving that shit-hole town behind us,” said Mike.

“To Rich,” said Eddie, glancing at Richie and smiling slightly in a rare moment of softness.

“To not being straight,” said Stan.

“Do I join this one?” Ben whispered to Beverly.

“Sweetheart, you’re marrying me, you have to join whether you like it or not,” Beverly replied.

“To the Losers Club!” yelled Richie, and they all brought their glasses to the centre of the table, the chimes ringing out across the restaurant as they clashed lightly together. 

They all downed their drinks and fell back into their seats as one, and Richie leaned back and looked around the table at each of his friends in turn. To Beverly, Ben, Stan, Bill, Mike, and to Eddie. His family, who loved him unconditionally, who accepted him as he was and always would. He smiled softly to himself.

To the Losers.

*

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[get-fcking-reddie]

Super Losers (1/?)

Pairing: Reddie, Billverly(briefly), Benverly

Universe: Misfits AU

Words: 1,650

Summary: Seven losers from Derry get hit by an electrical storm and gain crazy super powers. How will they use their powers? Will they fight crime? Will they just mess around ? Or will they try to ignore the whole thing all together? In any case, there is not much time to explore them as the storm brought along more than just their powers. They must face off with their new super-powered bullies, and something, much, much, darker.

Note: Every chapter will have a different protagonist.

                                           BEN (PROLOGUE)

Ben should consider himself very lucky, or at least that’s what his mother told him about three times on the way over to the community centre. He was lucky that the judge had given him another chance and sentenced him with community service, another judge might have send him to juvy hall. Ben knew he was just lucky that the judge hated Bowers about as much as Ben did, and honestly, he had seemed a little impressed that Ben had torched Henry’s car and gotten away with it.

Ben didn’t regret it, even if it meant that he would spent the rest of his Summer cleaning up garbage in an embarrassing orange suite. In fact, he would do it again for what Bowers had done to her. Ben shifted in his seat and glanced over at his mother quickly, somehow fearing that she had read his mind and found out that Ben wasn’t sorry at all.

His mother stopped in front of the community centre and shot Ben a pitiful look. You would think that she was actually sending him of to jail, the way she was looking at him, and not as if she was just going to see him again before dinner.

“Now, be careful, Benny.” She said, fixing his collar for him just so she had an excuse to cup his cheek afterwards. “Just go in there and do your job, and it will all be over before you know it. Be polite to everyone, but don’t… maybe not make friends with these kids.”

“Mom, please.”

“I know, I know! But, these kids are here for a reason and some of them are just as rotten as that Bowers kid.” She gave him a stern look, the one she used when he ripped his jeans or didn’t want to finish his plate.

“Fine, I promise.” Ben sighed. “I won’t make friends.” It wasn’t as if he had ever made friends with anyone since they moved to Derry. Ironically Henry Bowers seemed to be the only one that even acknowledge his existence, apart from her from time to time.

His mother brushed off his shirt and made one of her ‘I only want what’s best for you’ speeches. Ben barely heard her as he grabbed his backpack and reached for the door handle.

“Love you, mom.” He said quickly as he got out of the car.

“Love you too, Benny, don’t forget your lunch!” She pushed a heavy brown paper bag into his hands before Ben could close the doors. He offered her a smile and made his way over to the front door of the community centre. As soon as he was certain that she couldn’t see him anymore, he dropped the bag into the nearest trash can. He would probably regret that later, but he was on a streak of doing regrettable things, so why stop now?

Ben had been in the community centre before when his mother had briefly wanted him to go to a church group. He hadn’t hated it, occasionally someone talked to him about this or that which had certainly been a nice change. She had taken him off again when they cut her wages at the factory and she needed him to get a job so they could make ends meet. He’d been working at the library ever since. He preferred it, although it was a lot lonelier.

He heard some noise coming from the smaller hall and he assumed that was where they were meeting. He followed the loud voices with the strange accents, but when he got closer he realised they were really just one voice.

The smaller recreation hall was a neat, perfectly square room with four windows, yellow halogen lights, and a dusty pool table that now looked mint rather than forest green. Today, however, the room looked spectacular, because she was there.

Ben stopped in his tracks and he thought his heart did the same. She was sitting on one of the chairs in the half-circle in the middle of the room. She was wearing short dungarees and a golden bracelet dangled from her ankle. He watched the light play with the bangles as she absentmindedly bounced her leg. He was so caught up that he didn’t realise the noise had stopped.

The noise was now waving a hand in front of Ben’s face, rudely waking him from his reverie. Ben stumbled backwards and contemplated running away for a moment. She had seen him staring like that at her, everyone had, and now they probably thought he was some kind of creep.

“Ye ol’raight there, mate?” The noise, a boy with wild curls and thick-rimmed glasses, said in a thick Irish accent.

“I’m Ben.” He squeaked and then cringed. He could hear her giggle behind her hands as the boy next to her sighed.

“Good te meet ya, Benneh.” The Irish boy said, as he enthusiastically shook Ben’s hand. “Oim Aloysius Nell, the probation worker, whai don’t ye have a seat an we can get started, laddy.”

“Oh-okay.” Ben said frowning as he walked past ‘Nell’ to take a seat. He was sure he recognised Nell from somewhere, but he thought that it was probably best to sit down and shut up. That way, he was less likely to embarrass himself.

Ben wanted to sit down next to her, but he decided to leave an empty chair in-between them at the last moment. She was hunched over and stifling her laughter behind her hands. Ben thought he saw tears in her eyes. The boy next to her only had a disapproving smile on his lips. The one people reserve for toddlers and puppies that do something wrong with great confidence.

“Stop it, Rich.” She managed to say through her laughter, and she dabbed at her eyes. “you’re cruel.”

“Alright, alright, the jig is up.” Rich, apparently, said and he held up his hands in defeat before he extended one to Ben with a flourish. “Richie Tozier is my name and voices are my game. That priss over there is Stan “the Man” Uris, and this lovely lady is Beverly Marsh.”

“He knows, we have Social Studies together.” Beverly said, leaving Ben lost for words. She recognised him?

“Don’t let this clown put you off, we’re actually very nice.” Stan said, pulling Richie back into his chair next to him where he plopped down ungracefully and dramatically. Ben frowned before he finally put two and two together. He had missed the elections, but he was sure he had heard that voice before.

“Wait, you’re Stan Uris? Aren’t you class president ánd captain of the debate team? What are you doing here?” Ben asked.

“I’ve made the wrong friends back in middle school.” Stan deadpanned, before shooting Richie a look that would have made a lesser man weep. Richie just flashed a smile and shrugged.

“Oh, don’t give me that, Staniel, you’d be boring without us.”

Before Stan could answer, three new people barged into the room. The first one was Bill Denbrough who Ben knew by name because they were both in Creative Writing together, he was followed by a boy he recognised from the football team and a kid he had seen at the school nurse once. He figured that everyone who ever went to the school nurse had seen him. The kid was arguing about something with the football player in an excited voice, but he stopped when they realised they weren’t the only ones here.

“Hi everyone.” Bill said, raising his hand casually. “I’m B-Bill, and these are Eddie and Mike.” His stutter had improved a lot over the years, and his speaking voice was now calm and direct although maybe a little slow compared to other guys like Richie and the sick kid.

“Hi again, princess.” Richie said and Eddie flipped him off. He plopped down in the chair opposed from Richie, on the other end of the half-circle, and crossed his arms defiantly.

“You guys know each other?” Mike asked, looking from Richie to Eddie.

“Yes.”

“No.”

There was a short awkward moment, but neither of the boys cared to elaborate. Ben caught Bill and Mike sharing a look, but they didn’t press it either.

Ben suddenly realised that there were only two empty seats: the one on his left and the one on his right. He was about to move to the seat next to Beverly, so Bill and Mike wouldn’t have to split up, but Bill beat him to it.

“C-can I sit here?” He asked Beverly. She nodded and brushed a few strands of her short curls behind her ear. Ben noticed the look that lingered between the two and he felt defeated. Of course, she would go for Bill. He couldn’t blame her either. He just wanted her to be happy.

“So, what are you guys all in here for?” Richie asked, leaning forward in his seat, and deliberately keeping his eyes locked on Eddie. “Have you been a naughty boy again?”

“Shut. Up.” Eddie said through gritted teeth. Everyone was looking at everyone in that moment until Ben just blurted it out.

“I torched Henry Bowers’ car.” There was a moment of deadly silence, and then everyone was talking over each other.

“That was you?”

“That’s insane, bloody amazing, but bloody insane.”

“Does Bowers know it’s you?”

“They should put you into the witness protection program, but for, like, perpetrators.”

Before Ben could answer any of their questions, the door swung open and the actual probation worker appeared. Ben could feel the temperature drop as the man’s steel blue eyes scanned the room and lingered on them disapprovingly. He thought he saw Eddie shiver from the corner of his eyes.

“Welcome to your community service, you criminals.” The man said, dropping seven pairs of orange jumpsuits in front of them. “get changed, so we can get started.